A friend in need is a friend (and perhaps something more) in deed. Hyper, furry futa

Story by AbaddonFanboy

“I can’t wait to try out this new V-neck sweater!” Tracy Vale, a red haired kangaroo dressed in green coloured, baggy shorts and a black tank top, gushed as she hurried to the changing room of the high class clothing store.

It wasn’t just the sweater that made the 19 year old herm so happy, it was the fact she was able to afford it with her first pay check from her new job as a cashier at an ice cream parlour a few dozen metres away from the clothing shop she was currently in. A job she only got courtesy of her Hyper Safe Permit, which let people know she was in perfect control of her body and gave her freedom to seek employment and educational opportunities outside of the Hyper Restriction Zone, where her parents had reluctantly sent her to live with her father’s sister at age twelve, when it had become very clear that Tracy was a hyper.

As its name implied, the HRZ was a large neighbourhood specially built for Hypers, people who had a part of their body, or their entire body in some unfortunate cases, able grow or shrink to varying degrees. Mostly, like in Tracy’s case, it was their genitals and/or breasts, and their ability to control this varied greatly, with some having total control over it, while for some rapid growth could be triggered involuntarily, usually by sexual arousal. Tracy’s aunt Lily, poor thing, had the disability of having her growth triggered not only by arousal, but nervousness and anxiety as well, and could go from having relatively ‘normal’ sized breasts, cock and balls to lying atop a manhood bigger than her entire body, just from having someone wink at her or even thinking an arousing thought.

It wasn’t mindless discrimination that made the majority ‘Normals’ insist hypers stay in the designated ghettos. They had every reason to be nervous if they got stuck in a plane, car or small elevator with someone like Aunt Lily or Tracy’s best friend Jazzabelle who, if they experienced a single incautious naughty thought, might see them crushed or drowned without warning. Thus the HRZ was the designated living area of such individuals. It wasn’t that the HRZ was a bad place to live, they had most of the amenities enjoyed by non-hypers, but most depended on government welfare as they couldn’t reliably undertake most jobs and opportunities for advancement were limited there. Especially for a certain young herm who had bigger plans for her life then sitting around masturbating and/or fucking while waiting for the next government check to come through, as most of her neighbours seemed resigned to doing until death claimed them.

So she had applied for, and gotten the permit, after a series of often quite harrowing tests conducted by both hyper and normal specialists, which showed to every one she was in perfect control of her body and let her get work and live outside of the zone. And she had earned it dammit! She still shuddered when she remembered how some of the tests had her having to go up to 8 torturous hours without cumming! In preparation, she’d spent the entire month of February sitting in front of her aunt’s TV watching porn in order to train her willpower to control both her genital growth and the urge to masturbate.

The first week, she had managed to resist touching herself for 25 minutes, before the sight of all that naked flesh, and the sound of pleasured moans and flesh slapping and slurching on the screen proved too much. Her cock had grown steadily throughout from its normal 3 quarters of a foot when flaccid to a whopping 4 feet in that time, before she had gone at her it like a wild dog and spewed several gallons of seed all over the sitting room. Not that that was an unusual occurrence in a house with two hyper herms, but she needed to do better. Failing to restrain herself in the face of all that triggering material, she had embarked upon a different approach in the second week, taking it slower.

She simply sat and watched boring education channels that showed nothing but the hand of the droning teacher as he solved high school math equations. She found she could go up to three hours, until she was so pent up she began to fantasise about that hand stroking her erection, and couldn’t resist fapping. But by the end of the second week, she had trained herself to go nine hours without touching herself. The third week she started watching news channels and other tv shows. Her record dropped from 9 hours down to 4, as the sight of all those actors, even well clothed ones, proved too much at first, but by the end of it, she had climbed up to 8 and a half. In the fourth week, it was back again to porn.

This time, when she started off, she could go for nearly two hours before the urge to cum grew irresistible. But her will power had grown considerably, and though she had to spend that week with her hands in glass jars to stop herself, she managed an incredible TEN hours before she had quickly shattered them then relieved herself so copiously her cum had flooded

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