#hyper balls

Saman waved over to one of the guys he had hired to help set up the cameras and microphones for his upcoming stream. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he’d be popular enough that he could hire others to help set up for his streams. It was a dream come true in more ways than one. Not only did this mean he had truly Made It as a streamer, but it was also incredibly helpful since there was no way he could have physically done these preparations by himself.

Saman had a unique situation. He was effectively immobilized by his own incredibly large assets. His tits were each the size of a Humvee. His cock was as large as a freight car. His massive set of nuts were so huge that the sheer volume of spunk sloshing around in there would rival the water stored in a municipal water tower.

When he tried to think back to when he had gotten too huge to move, his memories tended to get a bit hazy. He had a normal enough childhood. He had hit puberty like most folks, but then, he just kept growing and growing and growing and growing… It wasn’t long before his cock was as long as his legs, and eventually, his dick and nuts were so huge that he couldn’t even walk.

With no way to work a normal job, Saman had dedicated his time to gaming, and he turned out to be quite good at it! One-on-One fighters were his bread and butter, and he had a few championships under his belt. Unfortunately, he was limited by which championships were willing to hold their competition at his place since traveling to compete was incredibly difficult.

Eventually, Saman’s trip down memory lane was interrupted by one of the techs calling down to him. The tech in question was making his arounds along the scaffolding that surrounded the massive warehouse that now served as Saman’s recording studio and home. The building had been designed to house a commercial aircraft, but now is housed Saman and his sizeable cock, balls, and tits, as well as catwalks, scaffolds, lighting rigs, and massive monitors that served as both Saman’s gaming screens as well as allowed him to view various parts of his bulky body.

 “All set up here, Saman!” the tech shouted from up on the scaffolding.

Saman glanced up at the tech and gave him a friendly wave, “thanks! Let’s get this stream started!”

With that, the crew set to work on their final preparations. The lights came on, the cameras focused, the monitors lit up, and it was go time.

Saman glanced at the monitors that now showed his face. It was so surreal to see himself staring back at him – doubly so because when the cameras were focused on just his face like this, he looked perfectly normal. His brown, curly hair framed his tan face perfectly. He had received numerous messages lately saying how cute or how handsome he was, but those messages paled in comparison to the sheer volume of messages thirsting over how huge and hung and heavy his cock and balls and tits were.

The light above the microphone turned on to indicate that the mics were live. With that, it was time to start the stream in earnest. When the recording light turned on, the various monitors that filled much of the space that was not taken up with Saman’s colossal cock and balls and tits shifted to focus on not just his face but on every inch of his enormous, lewd body. The result was a split second of psychic whiplash as Saman went from seeing his seemingly normal face smiling back at him to seeing the absolutely colossal mass of erogenous appendages that comprised his enormous body. Seeing how huge and hung and sexy he was sent a shudder of excitement up his spine. His colossal cock lurched. A massive bead of pre dribbled from the tip of his freight-car-sized schlong.

Saman took a second to steady himself and suppress his own arousal. No doubt many of his audience were here to see him lose himself to the bliss of his own immense size, but he knew that many of them were here for the AMA session that he had scheduled. As such, he summoned up some resolve, choked back his arousal, and flashed a smile to the camera – and by extension, his fans.

“Hey, everyone. It’s Saman. As I said a few weeks ago, if we hit our stretch goal, I’d do an AMA – that’s Ask Me Anything for those less up to date on internet terminology. So, let’s get the ball rolling. Send me your questions now!” Saman said while smiling at the camera.

It didn’t take long before the chat was abuzz with questions and comments. The vast majority of comments were the usual “You’re so hot!” or “You’re so huge!” and there were even a bunch of questions like “How did you get so huge?” “What’s it like being so big?”

“I’ll get the common questions out of the way first,” Saman said. “I was pretty average as a kid, but then in high school I really started to grow, and before I knew it, I was like this. As for what’s it like being like this…? Well, I’ll admit, I kind of miss being able to walk, but it feels so good that I can’t say I’d want to go back.”

As if in agreement with what he had just said, his colossal cock gave a massive lurch of excitement. An enormous bead of pre dripped from the tip of his cock and splashed down on the cement floor of the hangar. Saman knew he needed to keep it together and resist the urge to cream, but he also knew the fans were here for a show and allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy his size. He sunk back into his massive sack and dug his fingers into his immense rack. He soaked in the sensation of his tits and nuts surrounding him on all sides. The sheer weight and heat of his exposed bits against his bare skin felt so soothing and so sexy that he wanted to enjoy the experience for even longer, but he could hear the chimes from his chat signifying that there was a flurry of activity.

The chat abuzz. It was a lot of the same thirsty comments, but through the din, Saman was able to pick out one or two legitimate questions.

“Would I be interested in dating?” Saman read the question aloud. He paused for a moment and mulled it over before answering, “I’m not ruling it out. I’m not sure how it’d work, though. It’s not like I can go out to fancy restaurants or anything like that. We’d have to stay in all the time, but if that sounds nice to you…”

The chat erupted once more. Saman couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the storm of heart emojis and fire emojis erupting from beside the chat window. He had to admit, the outpouring of love and thirst was always a huge ego boost, but as he watched the chat, he realized something odd – a name popped up, flashed admin green, and then went back to the default user black. He remembered seeing something like this happen once before – right when he had really taken off as a streamer. He had done a stream to try out a new ARG, but for the life of him, he could not remember ever actually playing said game. He just knew someone asked him to try it, and then his stream devolved into apparent meme spam. The whole scenario was unusual, but he couldn’t deny that that had been the main catalyst for him getting such a massive boost to his follower count.

The name from earlier flashed onto the screen once more. This time, however, it was accompanied by a warning in chat. “Spam Guard Activated.”

“Whoops. Looks like we triggered the spam guard. Guess we should try to limit chatter to actual questions for now,” Saman said with a chuckle.

The name from earlier flashed green once more, but right as it did, something else caught Saman’s attention. It was the tech from earlier. He was waving his hand and calling out to Saman.

“Hey. Seems the spam guard has locked down chat. Me and the guys will field questions for you,” the tech said.

“Oh. Ok. Go ahead,” Saman replied.

The tech nodded, looked down at the small tablet he held in his arm and nodded as he scrolled through lines of text before looking back up at Saman and asking, “This is less a question and more of a comment, but given the likes on it, it felt worth mentioning,” the tech said before launching into reading the actual post, “That rack is amazing! I bet it’s bigger than my house!”

Saman blushed but nodded appreciatively. “Thanks for the compliment! They are pretty big, huh? Can’t say I know how big your house is to confirm nor deny,” he said, but even as he was saying this, he could picture a shape and size in his mind. A simple, single-story building. One with not many rooms, but still a respectable single-family domicile. Just one of his tits wouldn’t be comparable to such a structure, but… two of them?

Saman glanced out at the expanse of exposed tit flesh that spread out in front of him and spilled out into his peripheral vision. His tits were so much larger than his body that it was hard to get a good feel for them, but the combined expanse of his two exposed tits did very much feel like they would rival a single-story house for sheer square footage.

His tits seemed impossibly large, even for him. He had a moment of vertigo where he tried to imagine what it was like to have lived with such a massive rack for so long. He sunk his hands into the supple flesh of his fat rack to try and gauge the sheer size of them. The feeling of his tiny fingers digging into the massive expanse of tit-flesh served to ground him. His mind may have forgotten, but the flesh remembered. Feeling the flesh against his fingers grounded him. It made his reality somehow more real. How had he ever forgotten how huge his tits were? The commenter was right. Each tit was the size of a house!

However, before Saman could get too lost in marveling at his jugs, the tech read another comment, “Forget his tits. Look at those nuts! Those are way bigger than his tits! Forget bigger than a house! His sack would be bigger than a mansion!”

Saman listened and nodded along. He had measured his nuts. Either massive teste had a width of close to a hundred feet. His entire sack was a solid two hundred feet across which was to say nothing of the height. His sack could easily dwarf a three-story building!

Saman took a moment to bask in the sheer size of his sack. He laid back once more and let himself sink into the cleavage of his own enormous nuts. He could feel the flesh tense and soften in time with the gusts of air from the AC and the fans that surrounded the hangar. However, before Saman could fully lose himself in the sheer size and scale of his sack, his assistant spoke up once more.

“God, yeah. His nuts are huge. Hell, his whole cock is massive. That beast could cover a football field!” the tech continued his reading.

Saman nodded along. His cock was a full one hundred yards from tip to base when fully hard, and it was always fully hard. His dick was so massive that it was almost a bit jarring to look at it. His huge, puffy glans, which was easily as large as a house was so far away that it was hard for him to parse that this was in fact still part of his own cock. His cock was so massive that even the huge veins that bulged from the sides of his cock were bigger around than his torso – sans tits, obviously.

However, Saman’s thoughts were derailed by the tech reading the rest of the comment from chat, “Forget a football field! His dick is at least as long as two! Maybe even three!”

There was a moment where Saman’s brain felt like it was straddling the line between waking and dreaming. He felt like his cock was pressing hard against the far side of the hangar – almost as if it was threatening to burst out the front doors as it outgrew the hangar, but he knew that was impossible. The hangar was plenty large to handle his colossal cock. He had seen to the construction of it personally. After all, he was far too large for a standard hangar. His cock eclipsed even the largest commercial airliner. Saman’s cock, tits, and nuts were so massive that it had made it difficult to get a space set up for this stream. He was fully immobile. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t walk. His body and cock took up roughly a city block. There was just no device out there that could transport something of his size. They had to build the massive warehouse that he lived in around him!

Saman balked for a moment. They had to build the warehouse around him… but how did he get here before that? Had he reached a time during his natural growth where he realized he’d not be able to be transported so they set up shop? That seemed the most logical, but he couldn’t remember… it wasn’t that his memories were fading. Rather, it felt like those memories were not fully formed…

But before Saman could fully explore what that meant, his assistant read the next comment, “What do you think it’s like to have a city size schlong like he does?”

“A- a city?” Saman squeaked nervously. It wasn’t that big! Sure, his cock was well over a mile long. Sure, either enormous teste could fill a city block. Sure, even his tits filled a city block each, but he wasn’t the size of an entire city! At least… not a major city. There were some cities that were less than five miles, right? That would put them smaller than his cock, right?

However, as Saman tried to reconcile these thoughts, the assistant continued. “A city? Try a county!”

Again, Saman thought he should protest. “I mean… how big is a county? I know my cock is bigger than most cities around here, but it’s hard to measure. Some conservative estimates put it at around what? Thirty miles?” Saman murmured.

“That’s just his cock. Hell, even just one of his nuts could smother a city. Tits too for that matter,” the assistant read.

Saman tried his best to put on a pleasant face for his fans, but the thought of smothering a city didn’t sit right with him. Sure, his nuts and tits were mountainous in size. His enormous, spherical masses rose thousands of feet into the air, but nothing had been crushed beneath him, as far as he knew.

Of course, that was why he had set up shop so far from town. He had a massive region devoted to just him. His entire body was basically a national park at this point. His cock and balls and tits covered hundreds of square miles out in the countryside with several more miles for him to grow as needed.

… Grow? That thought didn’t make sense to him. He had been this huge for ages. He wasn’t still growing, was he? However, his thoughts were derailed when his assistant spoke up once more.

“Oh. This is an actual question! Well… not a question per se, but at least it’s actionable,” the assistant said suddenly before continuing his reading. “Hey, Saman. Visit the coast!”

Saman chuckled and smiled as he addressed his fans once more. “I would love to, but I’m not going anywhere. I just can’t move,” Saman said.

“I bet he wouldn’t need to move. His dick is big enough to reach the coast from where he is,” the assistant read.

“Haha. Good one,” Saman laughed. “But seriously. Do you have any idea how hard it would be to shift the angle on a thousand-mile cock? Yeah, it’s long enough, but I’d have to roll it across several states to do so!” Saman explained.

Truth be told, Saman only really knew how huge his cock was because his fans had measured it. A group of them had loaded up into an all-terrain vehicle and recorded their journey as they drove from base to tip of his country-spanning cock. His cock was so massive that it stretched so far into the distance that it started to fade into the horizon. He could only really see his glans on days with very clear weather.

Saman’s mind wandered for a moment as he thought about that last little bit. He needed clear weather across thousands of miles of terrain to see the tip of his dick which was incredibly rare. His cock passed several climates. It could be bone dry at the base of his dick and pouring at the glans. He’s had days where his nuts were shriveling from the cold while his cockhead was glistening with pre and sweat! But again, Saman’s thoughts were forced back to the present by another comment from his assistant.

“It’s a good thing his balls match his cock. Could you imagine having normal stones with a schlong that size?” The assistant read.

Saman shrugged. What an odd thing to say? Why wouldn’t his nuts match his cock. As it was, though, his sack was so huge that he found himself propped hundreds of miles into the air.  He sat so high atop his sack that he existed far above the clouds. The air was so thin that it was hard to breathe, but not as hard as he would have expected. It seemed that he was so massive that his nuts had started to generate their own atmosphere.

“With tits to match,” the assistant added.

Saman found himself nodding along to that as well. His tits were every bit as massive as his nuts. He had seen the images from orbit. He had seen how his cock and balls and tits formed their own landmass in the middle of the ocean. There were arguments on the news all the time. Some people claimed he was an island. Some people claimed he deserved continent status, but he hadn’t quite hit the size limit for continent status… yet.

Saman did a double take at his own internal comment. “As large as a continent…?” He murmured to himself as if trying to parse what he had just thought. How big would he have to be to classify as a continent? The smallest continent was Australia, right? He was pretty sure he he was bigger than that. At least in terms of cock length. His dick had to be at least 2,500 miles from tip to base. No, wait. He was much larger than that. He had seen the satellite images. His dick was nearly as long as Africa. In fact, he had seen images of his cock superimposed on Africa and his tip reached Egypt even though his base was situated on the coast, and that wasn’t even counting his balls! His sack alone would have eclipsed Australia, and that went double for his breasts!

Saman glanced around him. Everywhere he looked, all he could see was erogenous flesh. His cock stretched out so far into the distance that he lost it over the horizon. His tits flooded every inch of space in front of him that wasn’t devoted to cock, and his nuts filled the world behind him. The only bits he could see that were not flesh were the metal catwalks and equipment that had been built onto the sides of his sack and tits. In many ways, his streaming set up was more of a low orbit space station than it was a recording studio. This allowed him to still game and stream despite being effectively above the Earth’s atmosphere. Fortunately, he was still within his own atmosphere.

Saman was so huge that even though much of his nuts were submerged in the ocean, he still sat over a thousand miles above the Earth’s water level. He had spent so much of his life in lower orbit that sometimes, he forgot that he was still technically grounded. Sometimes, his mind wandered. Sometimes he believed that he actually was fully orbital. After all, even just one of his nuts was bigger than the moon. The combined mass of his four spheres would put him dangerously close to eclipsing the entire planet even without the added mass of his colossal cock.

While Saman spiraled and tried to wrap his head around his sheer size and scale, the assistant continued to read the latest comments. “Are you nuts really bigger than the moon?”

However, before Saman could clear his head to respond, the assistant read the follow-up comment, “more like bigger than the Earth!”

Saman felt an intense wave of dizziness wash over him. It was hard for him to parse just how huge that was – just how huge he was! Even just one of his nuts was the size of his home planet! His tits were just as huge! And his cock stretched out into space so far that he worried his cock would smack the moon out of the sky like a baseball!

It was probably for the best that he was in space. He couldn’t quite remember how he got there. When he got large enough, did he somehow break free of earth’s gravity? That seemed the opposite of possible, but… somehow, he had ended up adrift in the sea of stars and had eventually entered a tidal locked orbit with the planet he once called home.

Something about the realization that even just one of his nuts or even just one of his tits eclipsed his home planet got him so worked up that his cock gave a hard lurch of glee. The lurch caused a hail of meteor-sized beads of pre to spray forth from his colossal cock. These beads of pre quickly froze in the cold vacuum of space and settled into orbit as part of the various, glistening rings of pre and jizz that now circled his celestial body.

Saman was so overcome with arousal and excitement that it became hard for him to focus his gaze, but even through the haze of his own arousal, he could see the various monitors that hung from the scaffolding all around him. He could see photos and video feeds from every possible angle. Some of these photos were taken from satellites which now orbited his cock and balls. Some were taken from telescopes on the Earth’s surface, and some were taken from the occasional camera that was aimed at the sky. He could clearly see his own cock covering much of the Earth’s skyline. His dick stretched from the horizon, across the sky, and out past the opposite horizon!

“I think we should call it there…” Saman said as he continued to reel from the realization of just how huge he was. All totaled, his nuts and tits rivaled Neptune for sheer scale. Even his cock had more girth than the planet Earth! The Earth had to orbit him! He had his own moon! … technically two if you count the actual moon which had broken free of Earth’s orbit and had instead begun to orbit the larger heavenly body in the vicinity.

“Sure, sure,” the assistant said before turning and heading back to the nearby city that had been built onto the vast expanse of Saman’s supple tits.

“We had a lot of comments today, huh?” Saman said.

“Well, it’s not everyday you can interview your home planet,” the assistant said with a shrug.

“Still can’t wrap my head around it all… There’s a whole city built onto my body…” Saman murmured.

“More than just the one, but you don’t need to worry about that. Leave the maintenance and the bureaucracy to us. That’s what we’re here for, after all,” the tech said.

“Right… well, thanks for everything, Mr. President,” Saman said.

The tech shook his head and said, “I get that that’s my title now, but it’s still weird to hear it from you.”