Author's note: all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older, even the victims of the catastrophe, as improbable as that may sound.
All her life, Mimi had struggled to fit in. Fit into clothes, fit into cars, fit through doors, fit into rooms... That's what life was like when you had a penis bigger than your whole torso and a pair of nuts as big as beach balls. She never even had a chance of fitting in socially.
At least, she didn't used to.
Every morning when Mimi got up, she put on her glasses, brushed her naturally pink hair and tied it up in a bun, then peeled off last night's trashbag-sized condom full of cum and knotted the mouth shut so she could take it downstairs with her.
She took her yard-long, XXL-gauge urethral plug off its drying rack and stuffed it down her cumslit, locking it into place with clamps that hooked around the mushroom ridge of her cockhead. Mimi was uncircumcised, so she had to go wrist-deep into her slimy foreskin to attach the clamps. She'd usually scrape out a few fistfuls of dried cum the texture of wet clay and plop them into the trashcan next to her bed. The trashcan stank to high heaven and filled the room with an aroma of nose-curdling musk.
Next, she fastened the sixteen buckles and tightened the four heavy-duty stop-ratchets of her prescription genital restraint rig. The rig kept Mimi's cock hugged up close to her chest between her tits. Angled up in this manner, Mimi's cock actually obscured her face, the top of her cock standing a few inches higher than the top of her twin hairbuns.
Then, Mimi hitched up the straps of her 140ZZZ cup ball bra so that her massive nuts wouldn't swing too much or slap her shins when she walked.
After that—if it was a school day—Mimi would put on her school uniform. The collar of her uniform blouse was extra wide to accommodate her cock. Hyper Academy's uniform was English boarding-school style, so it included a necktie. Mimi's uniform neckties were all extra-long. She'd learned to tie a necktie without looking, since if she tried to peer around her cock to see in the mirror, the knot usually came out crooked.
Mimi's tartan uniform skirt was extra wide with a clip in the back because her nuts were too large to pull the skirt up the normal way.
Next she pulled on her blazer. The red uniform blazer bore the shiny silver badge of Hyper Academy (a seal with a pair of tits resting on top of an abstract penis), and the single, thin, gold stripe of a Hyper Academy first year.
First year at Hyper Academy started at age eighteen. The theory was to provide a university education in a high-school framework, to make up for the lack of discipline most hypers experienced in their previous education.
For obvious reasons, the overwhelming majority of hypers—Mimi included—are homeschooled until the age of eighteen. Until Hyper Academy was founded in Big Dick City, there was no higher education institution for hypers.
Once Mimi was dressed and looking sharp, she shined up her Hyper Academy badge so that it gleamed, hefted the trashbag-sized condom full of jizz over her shoulder and hurried downstairs for breakfast.
Mimi scarfed down her food and hurried out the door to catch the train because she could hardly wait to go to school. Mimi could hardly wait to go to school because Hyper Academy was the only place she'd ever fit in.
At least it was... until the first day back after spring break.
That day started just like any other. Mimi was in an extra hurry to get to school that day because she'd been away for so long. She couldn't wait to tell her friends all about the week she'd spent with her parents at the hyper-resort in Florida. Mimi's parents weren't hypers, but they were very supportive of her body. Her father even quit his job and got a new one in Big Dick City so Mimi could attend Hyper Academy.
The condom full of spunk was extra heavy that morning. She guessed she must have had exciting dreams all night.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" asked Mom, as Mimi dashed out the front door.
"I've got a piece of toast, mom!" Mimi waved the buttered square of toast before stuffing it back in her mouth and hitching up her backpack.
Mimi's balls bounced off her knees as she jogged down the sidewalk to the train station. Even in Big Dick City, Mimi turned heads. From the front, she looked like a giant, walking penis wearing a school uniform. She could only see where she was going at the apex of each stride when her cock swung out from in front of her face just long enough to catch a glimpse of her next step.
"I wish I hadn't been so hasty buckling my rig this morning," Mimi thought out loud. She'd done the straps of her ball bra too tight and it was pinching something awful.
Oh well, she'd fix it once she got to the train station. She was too self-conscious to adjust her nutsack in public, even if the beach ball sized orbs were already on full display.
Most of the residents of Big Dick city were normal humans, but Mimi recognized a few hypers that lived in the neighborhood. A woman with tits the size of yoga balls used the deep, yard-long trench of her cleavage to carry her breakfast and coffee, periodically picking up a bite from one of the several Styrofoam containers as she walked along.
On the other side of the street, a businessman wearing three-legged pants to cover his leg-length cock hurried to catch the door of his office building before it swung shut completely behind the last person to go through.
A hyper-futanari hobo held out her cup for change as Mimi jogged past. The homeless woman sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, her entire lap obscured by a pair of balls even larger than Mimi's. The hyper-hobo kept her oversized schlong wrapped around her for warmth. The oildrum-thick member wrapped around her twice with enough left over to run the remaining length of the block. A cardboard sign propped up against the building next to her read: "Cock too big to work. Please help."
Mimi dropped a five dollar bill into the woman's cup and hurried on. On the sidewalk next to her, the homeless futa's schlong continued along for thirty yards before finally terminating in a massive glans the size of a full-grown hog puking a continuous stream of white sludge into a sewer grate. Every inch of the dirty, fat anaconda was covered in graffiti.
There were no other students of Futa Academy in Mimi's neighborhood, but she'd see them soon enough when she got on the train.
Mimi had to slow down when she got to the stairs leading down to the subway station. She held the rail tight and felt carefully for each step as she descended. She pushed her way through the crowd as gently as possible and made her way to the portion of the platform designated for passengers boarding the hyper car.
She was alone in the painted rectangle. No other hypers boarded at this station, and the other commuters gave her a wide berth.
Mimi rocked on her heels and hummed a little tune to herself. The cup of her ball bra was still pinching and she reached down to adjust it.
Snap!
One of the heavy-duty straps holding up her boulder-sized right testicle snapped. The metal buckle spun off across the train track.
Kling!
The metal buckle ricocheted off the far wall and disappeared from sight.
Flooomp!
Mimi's right testicle plopped out.
"Oh gee willikers!" cried Mimi, her cheeks blushing a deep red. She adjusted her glasses and bent down to pick up the fallen strap.
Snap! Kling! Floomp!
Mimi's other ball bra strap popped, sending her other monstrous baby-batter factory rolling out onto the cold tile.
"Gosh whiz!" Mimi cursed, bending fully over to try and pick up the loose straps.
Bing bong!
The PA system chimed. "Train arriving on platform two. Please stand back."
A blast of wind rushed through the station and Mimi realized she was leaning right over the edge of the platform! She could see the headlights of the approaching train coming down the tunnel.
"Oh no!" Mimi grabbed double fistfuls of her wrinkled nutsack and hurriedly tried to gather all the loose folds of scrotum into her arms, but the monstrous sack was too loose and stretchy! No matter how much of it she picked up, her testicles still rested firmly on the ground. She leaned over further, her cheek pressed right up against the hot flesh of her cock.
A high-pitched whine filled Mimi's ears as the train got closer. Mimi kept frantically bundling up handfuls of loose, warm skin. Finally, she felt the slack go out of her nutsack and her beachball-sized balls lifted off the ground. Mimi stood up and jumped back from the edge of the platform just as the train came whooshing in.
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