Hyper Lucario Trade Story

Cole yawned wide as he woke up in the morning. The first day of his weekend after a long week, with tons of possibility in front of-

The thoughts of any productivity were lost suddenly when something thick and soft ran into his chin. It throbbed lightly there, before the Lucario pushed it away from his chest. A small strand of something sticky followed behind. It was only then that Cole realized what it actually was; he had raging morning wood that just hit his face. His eyes widened as he pulled the blanket off his body and looked down toward his crotch.

Cole was already well-hung, a certified hyper Pokémon. So waking up with a raging hard-on wasn’t that unusual. What was different this time was just how large it was. Even without his glasses on he could tell that it wasn’t the same as when he’d fallen asleep. It was large enough that he could’ve held it close to his chest like a body pillow. His face turned red thinking of it; he didn’t have any plans for the day so he could be lazy in bed for a little while. Why not? Wrapping both arms around his cock caused him to shudder involuntarily. He hadn’t expected it to be that sensitive. Maybe he’d gotten too horny and his body was trying to overcompensate?

Thoughts of figuring out what happened to his package fluttered away when he ran his hands over the softly beating flesh. The feeling of his fingers and arm fur erotically teasing over his own shaft put a blush on the Lucario’s cheeks. For a short moment the rest of the bedroom disappeared. His whole world was that dick, his lust driving away all other worries or thoughts. The tip of it was right at his mouth and without thinking hard about it the Lucario’s tongue was already teasing. He licked over the dome of his dick, eyes lidded lustfully when the taste of pre soaked into his taste buds. Everything felt good. His fur stood on end slightly as goosebumps ran up and down his arms. Focusing on anything but pleasuring himself wasn’t possible. Not when he could spend more time-

RING RING.

The phone on the end table next to his bed went off, breaking the Lucario’s focus on his own crotch. With a groan he rolled over to reach for the cell phone. In that moment it was hard to let go of his dick though. His package quivered lightly as it lay on the bed, angry that his masturbation had ceased before the climax.

“H-Hello?” Cole said.

“Hey dude, you don’t have anything planned today right? I’m gonna go shopping for more clothes and you’ve gotta come help me.”

The voice was familiar. (Ask who should be the cameo) Another hyper friend that probably needed some help finding something that would fit his package. That was a common enough problem among his friends… and for himself.

“Sure, when should we… mmmph, go out?” he asked. Cole’s dick, unsatisfied with the lack of attention, throbbed sending a wave of pleasure through the Lucario. He hoped it wouldn’t be too obvious in his voice.

“I’ll be over in less than 10 minutes, it’s already past 11 so we gotta get going!”

Was it really that late in the day already? Cole froze, looking down at his torso-sized dick and his sack with basketball-sized testicles. That could pose a problem. “I can do that. Uhm, c-can we wait a little-”

“Great, see you soon dude!” the voice cut him off, before the call ended with a beep. The hyper Pokemon’s mouth hung open for a moment. There was no time to waste then. He’d probably be regretting it later but he had to hold off from taking care of business. Hefting his still half-hard dick into the air with both hands he scooted over to stand up… and almost fell forward right away. Cole stumbled forward before catching himself on his dresser. His center of balance was a little out of whack now. It took a small adjustment to the way he stood and there were no more problems.

The clothing proved to be another problem as well though. Hyper brand clothing had to be custom made most of the time, and extra stretchy. But even keeping that in mind his clothes strained to hold in that much Pokemon package now. The purple underwear wobbled and stretched with each step forward that the Lucario took. Cole struggled to keep his package under control while his package bounced. He hadn’t even gotten pants on yet. Maybe he could look through his closet for something a few sizes up. Glancing at the clock he realized there was less than 3 minutes until his friend arrived. This was no time to be picky.

Forcing his hefty package into the front of a pair of jeans, he struggled to pull the zipper up to make himself presentable. He squirmed into the pouch in front of his pants, before realizing the only way this would work is if his dick was snaked down his pants leg. Cole bit his lip, trying to not get turned on by the size of his junk. That would only make a bad situation worse. Closing his eyes he scooted his dick in place, hoping the soft outline of his shaft wouldn’t draw too much attention. And without a second to spare too, as the doorbell rang.

Cole pulled the zipper up finally and walked to the front door. Today really was good for clothes shopping; he clearly needed the help.

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Cole was forced to suffer the entire time. His companion apparently had plenty of places in mind for shopping, turning what could’ve been a quick trip into an hours long excursion. It was agonizing, but not because he didn’t enjoy being with his friend. Rather, he wasn’t able to focus on the trip so much as focus on his crotch. Every step caused his leg to rub against that third leg pushed snuggly into his pants. He spent the whole shopping trip half-hard and blushing furiously.

It clearly drew some attention as well. Shoppers gave the Lucario a wide berth, while others pointed and stared. Hyper wasn’t uncommon, but to see someone exceptionally hung and having trouble hiding it did make a scene. His pants couldn’t hide the wet patch that appeared right near his knee, nor did it leave much to the imagination with the imprint of his shaft clearly visible. His only saving grace was when they finally got to the hyper clothing store; custom tailored hyper clothing was within his grasp.

…except that nothing fit him. Apparently, past a certain size, pants and underwear needed to be custom ordered. It wasn’t for lack of trying though. Cole spent half an hour struggling with a pair of khakis, hoping that he’d be able to get it just a little more comfortable. He was just a little too large, and the briefs were a size too small. He’d have to walk home in the same clothes again. His buddy suggested, in hushed whispers, that if he just got off he might find it easier to slip back into those pants… but that only got the Lucario’s face to turn an even brighter shade of red. Not in public, no way.

That left Cole teased and blue balled more in one afternoon than he’d had to deal with for the past month. When he finally arrived at home there was no avoiding the issue any longer. The bedroom felt a million miles away, so the best place for him to go instead was the sofa directly in front. He struggled with the jeans’ zipper, pulling aggressively at the metal that refused to budge. It was just a little too well stuffed, making both opening and closing the zipper an equal challenge.

With an angry pull he finally got the jeans to come loose, junk flopping forward with a slosh. Cole huffed as he tried to heft his balls up with both hands to free them from the fabric. He could hardly believe the way that it filled his hands though. If he didn’t know better he’d swear they looked even larger than this morning. Actually… yes, he was pretty sure they’d swollen even larger. That didn’t bode well at all. Most likely due to the constant teasing he’d had to put up with.

His nuts sloshed heavily, and every movement of his hands across his extra sensitive package caused his shaft to throb. It jumped in the air, spewing precum at the slightest provocation now that it was freed from its denim prison. Cole waddled forward toward the couch, concerned that proper walking might rub his crotch even more. He flopped forward atop the couch, sandwiching his dick between the cushions and his chest. Cole gasped from the sudden rush of pleasure that brought, nearly shooting his load on the spot. But there was something that had been on his mind the whole day, ever since that morning.

The Pokémon grinded his shaft against the couch, using the weight of his whole body to squeeze out as much pleasure as possible. His body quivered slightly from the force of endorphins that flooded his mind. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He was going to enjoy getting himself off, no matter the mess or consequences. The Lucario brought the head of his dick closer to his mouth, licking and teasing over that sensitive flesh. It throbbed again, covering Cole’s face in a spurt of cum. He licked his lips to remove the sticky substance before latching on properly to the end of his shaft. The warmth of his mouth covered the tip and caused him to moan involuntarily from the instantaneous satisfaction. Cole knew all the best ways to tease himself now, following his instincts to lick the most sensitive spots. He bobbed up and down as best he could on his own dick but found it was pretty hard to get far down on it at the size he was already packing. His toes curled involuntarily as lust wracked every inch of his body. He moved like a Lucario possessed, arms clinging to his dick like his life depended on it. And down below his hips rocked back and forth to hump into his hands.

Things quickly approached climax thanks to the heady cocktail of hormones and panting lust. Cole felt his balls tense up while his body tingled with pleasure. He sucked tenderly at his needy dick until he felt the flood of seed rush into his mouth. At first his eyes went wide, surprised by the force and quantity of cum that filled his mouth with a single shot. But soon that was lost to the feeling of pleasure again as he gulped down desperately, frantically, to keep up with the waves of seed. Just when he thought it couldn’t possibly shoot more, yet another mouthful was there to replace the last. It was enough that he actually felt the sloshing of that warm liquid in his stomach, slightly distended and pressing into the base of his dick with its weight.

The throbbing that seemed to pulse through his entire body at once slowed, changing from a tidal wave into a trickle. The thick hose of cum in Cole’s mouth finally turned off and allowed him a moment to gather his thoughts. He basked in the afterglow of that climax, rolling off his dick to sit properly on the couch. His basketball-sized balls swung heavily off the edge of the couch, and that softening dick flopped over his shoulder off the back of the couch. The Pokémon panted heavily as he looked down at the chubby gut he sported. Was that all his?

Cole yawned wide, suddenly completely exhausted. Strange how a climax that powerful could really take it out of a person. In the back of his mind he realized that the problem of his extra-large package would probably still be there when he woke up. But sleep was a little more important. Figuring that out could come later. And if not, there was always the chance to just have fun yet again. His gut would probably be gone after a few hours anyway.