“Oh fuck, you've gotta be kidding me, she's a macro too?!”

It was vastly different from her earlier growth. Her so-called second puberty had been a gradual, drawn out affair with occasional uneven spurts of size. This was anything but gradual – within moments, she found everything about her doubled in size, the stool crushed beneath several hundred pounds of bunny beyond what it was ever designed to hold (and it was designed to hold quite a lot.) And, far from feeling like she'd just grown seven and a half feet in less than a minute, Suzie's body felt tighter and fuller. Like her growth was outstripping her growth – the rate at which more of her was coming into existence was outstripping her body's ability to keep up.

“Maxie, we've got an emergency! Hit the macro alarm, start evacuating the club and then notify the city that we've got a class one mac-” Jessi was interrupted yet again by another enormous growth spurt, significantly more than the last. The sudden surge of size left Jessi knocked flat on her back and Suzie reaching the point where the Hyper Room was too small to contain her. “Make that a class five macro puberty! Possibly higher!”

“Already on it, boss!” Maxie shouted back. “You make sure the kid's okay!”

“You don't gotta tell me twice,” Jessi muttered as she quickly made her way over Suzie's tits to sit on her thickening neck, before the larger bunny became too big for that to be possible. “Okay, kid, I need you to stay as calm as possible. Don't think about what's happening and absolutely do not try to fight it or hold back or it'll just get worse.”

“Mnnnn what's happening to meeeeeeeee!” Suzie cried as her body abruptly gained another ten feet.

“Shit, what did I just say about holding back?” Jessi was one to talk, her voice tinged with slight panic. “Okay, uh, I'm not as knowledgeable about this as I am about hypers but basically like one in ten or twenty people is going to be born a hyper, right?” Suzie nodded as best as she was capable of, given the extremely limited space available – and getting more limited, as another ten feet piled on all at once. She tried to take Jessi's advice, but it was so very hard not to dwell on her growth when it felt so good. And it was so very hard not to try and hold it back when she could barely fit in the room – she could feel her feet pressing up against the bar and her head curling over into her tits and cock from the back of the room. All she could do was quietly attempt to focus on Jessi's explanation.

“Okay. Macros are much rarer. There's maybe like one person in a million who ends up a macro. But, uh, there's like five people alive right now who are both at the same time.” Jessi paused to dodge a hunk of ceiling as another twenty feet piled onto Suzie. “Uh, make that six.”

Suzie tried her best to process the new information. “Why – gnnn – why's that such a big deal?” she forced out through clenched teeth.

“Because... Okay, you know how big hypers are compared to normal people?” Another attempt at a nod from Suzie. “Okay, now imagine that normal people are typically like a couple of miles tall on average instead of six feet.”

“Miles?!”

“Calm the fuck down!”

“I'm trying, it's just-” Suzie groaned as she was hit by another growth spurt. “It's kinda hard not to panic, is all. How big are we talking, exactly?”

“Well, uh, the biggest non-hyper macro on record was I think just over seven miles? And the smallest hyper macro there's ever been was I think maybe nine or ten?”

Ten miles. The number sent a shiver down Suzie's spine, though whether it was one of terror or anticipation, even she wasn't entirely sure. Maybe both. The fact that, somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice was telling her that ten miles wasn't going to be nearly enough to satisfy her pushed the scales slightly further in one direction than another. “Okay then, what about the biggest. Like, what is the absolute worst case scenario.” Suzie could feel her whole body quivering in anticipation. A large part of her was horrified that at minimum she would end up nine miles tall.

But that part of her was slowly but surely being drowned out by how good it felt to grow. It was like after twenty years of hardcore repression a dam had broken and all two decades of bunny libido was erupting forth at once. Hyper bunny libido, she corrected herself, and then again to macro hyper bunny libido. Ten miles worth of need and for the past thirty-five years it had been getting approximately zero miles of sexual satisfaction and now it was fucking ravenous. And if getting bigger felt good, then it wanted to get bigger. And fuck it, so did she. She's spent her whole life as a wallflower and she was fucking sick of it.

From today forward, she was going to be a fucking goddess.

“Um, well, we don't actually know the exact numbers because she lived so long ago, they didn't really have an effective way of measuring her beyond, uh-” Jessi trailed off. She couldn't help but notice that at some point Suzie had placed one hand on her still rock-hard shaft, which had broken through the ceiling and into the second floor, and the other onto a fat, heaving tit.

“Beyond what?” There was something different about Suzie's voice, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing in Jessi's mind. The sudden surge of powerful confidence was overwhelming, and hot as fuck. Jessi had been in the sex industry for almost three decades now and she'd never been more fucking turned on in her entire goddamn life.

“Beyond the fact that one of her paws covered about the same area as modern day New York City?”

~~~~~~

Miranda sat awkwardly on the hard plastic seat of the emergency services evacuation bus, leaning as far away from the admittedly kinda cute tabby babe sitting next to her as there was room to in the overcrowded bus and trying not to think about how much of a giant fucking asshole she was. She hadn't intentionally abandoned Suzie, really. Had things gone as planned she'd have grabbed a quick drink in the femboy room, swoop in to rescue Suzie from the weird kinky shit going on with the hypers and bring her to something more normal. Not that she had anything against hypers, or at least not as people – except for her brother, who was both a hyper and kind of an asshole, but that had nothing to do with his sex. The issue was that, well, Suzie was sheltered as fuck and when it came to sex stuff, hypers were inherently about as extreme as you can get.

What she should have done, really, was try and explain that to Suzie and convince her to join her in one of the more subdued rooms. Or go into the hyper room with her. Or at least go to check on her sooner. But, well. She had her personal reasons to be reluctant to set foot in the hyper room. And then some kind of city-wide emergency hit that required everyone to get onto busses and leave, without even the time to go and grab their things. There had apparently not even been enough time to give a reasonable explanation for what was going on beyond apparently someone in the club had gone macro.

Miranda wasn't really sure if this was overkill or underkill. She knew plenty of hypers, but macros were rare, even factoring in the ones who took medication to suppress the change. They would have to be, she supposed, given civilization was still intact. They apparently took up a lot less resources than one would think given their sheer size, but they were still big. If macros were common, she doubted there'd be room for them on planet earth. So it was understandable that she'd never really met one. Most people hadn't unless they were related.

She wasn’t alone in that, of course. Most people who weren’t macros themselves didn't really even know anything about them other than the basics that everyone knew unless they were really super sheltered. Like, for instance, the friend and coworker she had unintentionally abandoned.

“God, I hope she has her cell phone with her,” she muttered nervously as she fished through her purse.

“Most folks didn't have time to grab much 'a anything, really,” interjected the busty tabby whose fat tits were taking up most of the seat and making the whole thing much more awkward and uncomfortable than it had any right to be. “Whole thing kinda caught everyone off guard. I'm surprised you managed to grab your purse, to be honest.”

“I was out and about,” Miranda replied awkwardly. She didn't really want to go into too much more detail to a random stranger, partially because saying that she was at a strip club was weird, and mostly because the details made her come across as an asshole. She certainly felt like an asshole, a sentiment that she hoped she could clear up by getting in contact with Suzie and maybe throwing in an apology if she could. With that in mind, she elected to end the brief conversation with the tabby with the huge tits that it was really hard not to think about considering how much space they took up and dial Suzie's number.

The tabby, of course, made no such decision, and continued to talk. “That's lucky. I'm mostly worried about people who were, like, in bed or at home and didn't get the call to evacuate. I mean there were sirens, but some people can sleep through anything.”

“Ugh, I didn't even think of that,” Miranda muttered again, nervously holding the phone up to her ear, making a mental note to call and text everyone she fuckin' knew. “Goddammit, no fucking response, of course. Why couldn't whoever this was have waited like five minutes.”

“It's not like she was in control of the situation.” The tabby shrugged. “Though to be honest? In retrospect, it coulda been handled a lot safer.”

“She could at least have had the decency to get on blockers before suddenly growing a hundred feet tall in a fucking public space.”

“Pfft, I wish we were only dealing with a hundred feet.”

Miranda felt bad about how snippy she was being. She already felt like an asshole, given recent events. But she was really not in the mood for a conversation with a total stranger. “Okay, yes, I lowballed it, but what difference does it make?”

“I guess word's prolly not gotten out yet, but, uh, we're not just dealing with a macro here. We're dealing with a hyper macro.”

That caught Miranda's attention. “Wait, you can be both?”

“I think there's something like five hyper macros in the world, but yeah.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, poor kid was apparently already having a really bad day, though. I figure that hey, at least she gets to be big.”

That brought up the next question that Miranda had to ask. “So you know the giantess, then?”

“I mean, we had a ten minute conversation before she ended up getting all huge, which I don't really think counts? All I know is apparently it was her birthday and her friend dumped her at a strip club then fucked off.”

Oh god. Miranda had quietly suspected this was the case, but she didn't really want it to be. “And, uh, you say she's gonna end up really big?”

“Yeah, I dunno the exact number offhand, but apparently there's never been a hyper macro who hasn't been at least like ten miles or something?”

“Fuck.” Just like that, all of Miranda's plans to make her asshole behaviour went up in smoke. Suzie was gonna be too big to be able to interact with other people on a meaningful level, much less accept any kind of apology or attempt at reconciliation she could come up with.

The tabby's eyes narrowed slightly. Miranda doubted that Suzie's likely drunken relaying of events hadn't exactly painted the nicest picture of her, and she hadn't exactly been subtle in her reaction to learning Suzie was the macro. “Wait, you're not-”

“Look I'm not exactly in the mood for this conversation, okay? Yes, I fucked up. Yes, this whole thing is almost entirely my fault. Yes, I was an asshole. Yes, I had my reasons, no I don’t think it excuses being an asshole. And, in case you didn't notice, it's gonna be kinda fuckin' hard to apologize when I'm basically microscopic compared to her.” Miranda slumped into her seat, burying her face in her hands. “There is literally nothing you could say to me that could possibly make me feel any more shitty than I do right now, so can we please just let me sit here and be miserable in peace?”

The tabby's expression softened slightly. “Well, hey, you're a lot less of a dick than I expected.”

“Gee, thanks, that makes everything better.”

“Hey, it’ll be fine, you can just talk it out with her after-”

“How,” Miranda snapped. “When this is all done with there’s gonna be countries smaller than her!”

“Well... Yeah, okay. But it’s not like communication’s impossible. Just, you know, impractically difficult.” The tabby shrugged. “I figure that, like, if it really matters to you that much, you’d find a way, yanno? Unless you’re just looking for an excuse to feel miserable about yourself.”

“Don’t psychoanalyze me.”

“I’m just sayin’.”

Miranda groaned. She felt like she’d been doing that a lot of late, especially in the past few hours. She opened her purse and put her cell phone back inside of it – there wasn’t really much point in having it out at the moment, as the only person she might potentially want to call was probably not going to be using a cell phone again anyway.

Of course, it wasn’t too surprising to her that before she had a chance to close her purse again, a tremor hit and knocked it out of her lap and onto the floor. Everything else had gone wrong today so it was to be expected that Murphy’s Law would hit whenever it could. “Fuck.”

“Here, lemme help you with that.” The tabby carefully got out of the seat at the same time as Miranda did. Given the situation, caution was important as they had no idea when Suzie might cause another small earthquake. Or not so small earthquake. There were tales of hyper macros capable of reshaping the surrounding landscape just by existing in the general vicinity. There was a reason that the evacuation was so urgent. The gravity of the situation hit Miranda like a ton of bricks, all at once. The small number of hyper macros who existed were big enough that they couldn’t live anywhere near even other macros. There was very little chance she’d ever be able to meet with Suzie face-to-face again, even if the latter were small enough to be able to parse her as a person and not a speck of dust. “I’m Maxie, by the way.”

“Miranda.”

“Good. You seem like you could use a friend.”

“Mneh. Yeah. Fuck it whatever you’re not gonna leave me alone are you.”

“Nnnnnope.”

“Fiiiiiine.” Miranda grabbed what was in reach, and Maxie grabbed whatever was in her reach, and both put it inside of the purse.

“... hey, what’s this?”

“Huh?”

Maxie held up a small bottle of prescription medication. “I didn’t have you pegged for a hyper.”

Miranda felt her heart sink into her stomach. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that her meds might have fallen out, and she really didn’t want to discuss her condition at the moment. “Give me those!”

“Okay, okay, geeze. I’m not gonna withhold your hormone blockers, that’s a dick move. I wouldn’t want someone to just sorta take my hormone blockers from me.” He held the pill bottle out. “Ugh, speaking of which, I haven’t taken my blockers in a while. I hope I remembered to bring them to work this morning.”

Miranda’s heart somehow sunk even further. “You’re a hyper?!”

“Yeah. It’s not that uncommon. You’re one too, ri-”

Miranda snatched the pill bottle. “No! No I’m not.” She pulled herself as far away from Maxie as she could. “Look, just- just stay as far away from me as you can until you’ve taken a fresh dose of your blockers, okay? Please?”

“Wow geeze okay. Never mind being friends, then, I guess. Sorry for being born this way.”

“No, no, it’s just... ugh.” Miranda really, really, really didn’t want to reveal her biggest secret to someone she’d known for approximately five minutes. But she also didn’t particularly relish getting off on an even worse foot than she already had. It wasn’t that she had anything against hypers. They were people too, after all. “It’s just that hypers mess with my suppressors, okay?”

“Wait, hold on. Those are-”

“Yes.”

“And you’re-”

“Yes.”

Maxie’s eyes widened as exactly what was going on dawned on him. “Oh. Oh! Oh, shit, that explains a lot.”

“Doctors caught it early. Like when I was sixteen, they took me into a room and told me that I had to take three of these every day or I’d just suddenly grow to be too big to interact with people ever again. And that I couldn’t hang out with hypers or the drugs would stop working.”

“Jesus.” Maxie obliged Miranda by sitting as far away as he could given the limited space. “Uh, sorry for jumping to conclusions for like five seconds there. You gonna be okay?”

“I don’t wanna macro out in a crowded bus if I can help it.”

“Yeah, you should probably get off first.”

“I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

“... I wasn’t joking?”

Miranda stared at the tabby like he was a crazy person. “Wh- I don’t intend to go macro ever. Why would I just randomly throw away my entire life.”

“Well, for starters, it’d be much easier to interact with your friend if you’re the size of a toddler compared to her instead of the size of a molecule.”

“Okay cool, I don’t know if you picked up on it, but I’m not that close to Suzie. We’re just co-workers.”

It was Maxie’s turn to stare. “... babe, you’re not really fooling anyone. Or not me at least.”

“The fuck are you talking about.”

“You clearly have a thing for her.”

The words cut deeply into Miranda, like a hot knife through butter. “Uh, wh-what?”

“Like, you take her to a strip club, watch some femboys shake their things on stage, both get plastered, then head home and let those lowered inhibitions do their thing. Am I right?”

“... and what if you are. What difference would it make?”

“Well,” Maxie replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “If I were Suzie right now, and someone I knew sacrificed their ability to fit into human society just so I wouldn’t hafta be alone, well. I’d prolly appreciate it a lot.”

“...” That made Miranda think. Did she really want to throw away everything, just for the fleeting chance that Suzie would owe her? Would she be able to live with herself afterwards? It felt selfish and manipulative and wrong.

But at the same time she could feel the earth rumbling from the throes of Suzie’s growth. She could hear her moaning in the distance. It sounded like she was having fun. Miranda idly turned the suppressors in her hands, feeling the bottle and staring at the pills as they shifted back and forth with the movement. It probably wouldn’t feel quite as good for her, since she lacked the relevant bits. But honestly, that didn’t matter. She hadn’t really noticed, what with the overwhelming stress of the situation, but she was still a bit riled up from her time in the strip club. She hadn’t gotten the chance to get off – had been holding back, really. Maxie hadn’t been wrong about her plan. She wasn’t going to be able to think this through properly now that the haze of arousal was settling in. Was gonna hafta do something about that.

“... Fuck it,” she muttered to herself before pulling open the window and tossing her meds out. “Middle management is a shitty job anyway. Hey! Stop the bus, we’re getting out!”

~~~~~~

“Uh, we’ve got a problem.”

Suzie only dimly registered that Jessi was talking to her. Her mind was too stuck on what she’d said earlier. “New York’s, uh. That’s pretty big, right? Like, it’s a big city. An’ my paws are gonna be bigger?”

“Probably not. It’s likely that those records were exaggerated, and going by the hyper macros we have properly measured then you’ll probably be fifteen, maybe twenty miles at the biggest.”

Suzie came just from the thought of getting that big. Which was for the best because there was no longer enough room in the Hyper Room for her to properly masturbate – at this point, most of her cock was through the roof. And oh was her body just aching to be touched all over, but especially her cock. “That sounds nice,” she muttered, more to herself than to her companion.

“Yeah, peachy. Look, now’s not the time to be talking. You’re not growing fast enough.”

That caught Suzie’s attention. “I’m- what?”

“You’re not gonna outpace the building’s structural integrity. You’re not gonna outgrow it before it squashes you and we both die. God now I wish we hadn’t splurged on the expensive macro-proofing.”

“What?!”

“I told you not to panic! It’s fine, I think I’ve got a plan. You need to suck my dick. And no, before you ask, this isn’t just an excuse to get you to suck my dick.” Jessi manoeuvred her way around the various big soft bits that were in her way, slowly making her way to where she hoped that Suzie’s face was. “See, there’s a particular chemical in most hyper body fluids that messes with Macro hormones, right? Makes latent macros start macroing out, some people say it makes ‘em macro out more than they woulda. Supposedly it’s why hyper macros are so big. My thought is that if I give you a bonus dose it might speed up your growth and we won’t die.”

Suzie found herself rudely and abruptly knocked out of the fugue state she’d found herself in. Her brief flirtation with going mad with power was replaced with blind panic. Growing felt good, yes, but not quite good enough that she was willing to grow herself to death. She immediately began struggling, pushing her limbs against the walls and ceilings as much as she was physically capable of – which, it turned out, wasn’t very. She probably could have knocked them down if only she could get leverage, but she couldn’t because she couldn’t fucking move.

“What did I say about panicking?!” Jessi snapped, once again managing to make her way back to Suzie’s face. She swallowed nervously, taking in the fact that it was just about as tall as she was. “Just... Look, I can’t guarantee anything, but I’ve got a plan. Flailing about aimlessly isn’t gonna help anything, it’s only gonna make things harder for both of us.” She struggled to maintain her balance as Suzie continued to not remain calm, pushing desperately against the walls of the hyper room. “I know it’s hard to stay calm but I need you to do the best you can. Okay?”

“Okay... Okay. Sorry. I’m just... a little bit stressed out all of a sudden.”

“Understandable. Hhhhhhopefully this will work and all this worry will have been for nothing. Ugh, remind me to put in failsafes in the macro-proofing after we rebuild.”

“That’d be nice, yes,” Suzie replied, voice still tinged with panic. “A little bit late, though!”

“I know, I know, but we didn’t exactly see this particular situation coming, okay? Now open wide, I’m gonna jerk off into your mouth.” Jessi settled as best as she could on the much larger bun’s collarbone, wedging herself slightly in cleavage to help keep her in place. “I’m still pretty blueballed from the titfuck so hopefully this goes quickly.”

“R-right. Lemme just...”

Suzie opened her mouth as wide as she could. Which, given her already massive size, was very, very, very wide. Once again, Jessi swallowed heavily when faced with the cavernous maw. She was fairly sure that there wasn’t really much chance of Suzie eating her, or at least not intentionally eating her, but there was something inherently terrifying about being a normal sized person or even a hyper faced with a mouth that could fit you inside it and still have room for more. Thin strands of drool connected her teeth – though thin was here a relative term, considering they had to be as thick around as some people’s arms. Her tongue undulated, big and thick and glistening. Easily bigger than Jessi’s entire damn body, or at least close to it.

Jessi had never been with a macro before. Not for a lack of willingness – she had notoriously minimal standards for who she was willing to sleep with. She would happily have fucked a macro under more... normal circumstances, if only for the novelty of it. But macros weren’t exactly common, especially when you factored in that most were on suppressor drugs in order to be able to function in normal human society. For the most part, you’d probably not be able to pick the average latent macro out from a normal person. And those who did macro out tended to keep their distance from normal society for obvious reasons. There wasn’t the opportunity to fuck a macro before now.

Honestly, Jessi could see the appeal. It was terrifying, but also that thrill of danger somehow made it extra sexy. If Suzie weren’t likely to end up unfathomably big and if they weren’t currently in very real danger of being crushed to death, she’d probably be having the time of her god damn life.

“Hhhhhhurry~” Suzie moaned, knocking Jessi out of her own haze. “I’m gonna get biggerrrrrr~”

“R-right, sorry,” Jessi muttered. “Just hold it off a little longer, okay babe?” She reached down and grabbed her shaft with both hands, holding it steady as she aimed for the gaping maw before slowly beginning to jerk. “Say aaaaaaaah,” she said, slipping back into seductive mode – might as well make this sexy, she figured.

“Aaaaaaaaah,” replied Suzie, catching the smaller bun off guard by sticking out her tongue. The massive muscle pressed against Jessi’s body, rubbing against her cock and balls and slipping beneath to prod at her cunt.

“Ack! Hey, careful with that thing, I don’t wanna get eaten!”

“Ooooooooooh,” Suzie moaned, not even acknowledging Jessi’s warning. “Oh shih, you hess guh~” – probably meant to be ‘you taste good,’ but the fact that her tongue was preoccupied garbled her words.

“Yeah, uh, please don’t eat me, kiddo,” Jessi repeated, suddenly very nervous in spite of how good it felt. And it felt really good. She couldn’t help but begin leaking in earnest as the massive wet tongue explored her body. Still, suddenly the fear of getting eaten alive, accidentally or intentionally, was beginning to outweigh the erotic thrill of danger.

Once again failing to acknowledge Jessi’s objections, Suzie pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed heavily and slowly. Jessi could feel her throat bulging slightly as the mixture of saliva and precum slid down into her stomach. “Ooooh fuck that’s good,” the gigantic bun moaned. Her whole body began to shake, vibrating intensely, accompanied by a deep rumbling. “I – oh god I think it’s workinggggggggggg~”

Suzie grew, again. Jessi wasn’t entirely sure how much, given that it still wasn’t enough. She found herself very thoroughly wedged between Suzie’s face and boobs, practically enough to shove her back into suffocating cleavage had she not had the foresight to instinctively grab the macro’s face. “Okay, uh, clearly not enough. New plan-”

“No,” Suzie replied. Once again, that powerful, unshakable confidence had leaked its way into her voice and Jessi suddenly had a very hard time not obeying her every command. “It’s workin’. Just need more.”

With that, Suzie opened her mouth, allowing Jessi’s dick to flop inside, and then closed it again. The size difference was outright comical – like sucking an action figure’s cock. Still, it was effective enough. Jessi found her eyes rolling back into her head in spite of herself, and her hips began to thrust on instinct. Suzie flicked her gigantic tongue against Jessi’s dick, and she sucked eagerly. God, it was almost enough to suck her whole body in. Her hips began to buck instinctively, or at least try to, but the powerful suction meant she mostly just wiggled.

The wiggling was enough, though. A heat began to build and build in the pit of her stomach and in her tightening ballsack, travelling its way up the length of her shaft and erupting into Suzie’s mouth. The larger rabbit let out a gurgling moan around Jessi’s tiny body, swallowing the copious load. She didn’t really want to – Jessi tasted so fuckin’ good. She really wanted to just savour that divine flavour for a moment, but the cramped hyper room was beginning to hurt, stressing the severe urgency of her situation. So she swallowed, taking a moment to relish the way her throat pressed against Jessi’s body. The way she could feel what would probably have been a bellybusting load back when she was only seven and a half feet tall slide effortlessly down her throat like it was fucking nothing.

It settled heavily in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a lot. Her body felt heavy and bloated and oh so full. And getting fuller, like the cum was duplicating itself inside of her. Her stomach churned, gurgling and groaning loudly, and she let out a wet, cum-scented belch that washed over Jessi’s body. God, it felt so fucking good. Once again, that rational part of her mind, the part of her that had resurfaced oh so briefly to worry about getting squished, was quickly washed away into the background. It was replaced by that part of her that was enjoying this. She’d been reluctant at first, but she could no longer fathom why. Getting big felt so good. This feeling of power was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She was so used to feeling weak and helpless, but never again.

Dimly, that remaining rational part of her mind pushed back, ever so slightly. She liked feeling strong, yes, but she wasn’t quite prepared to go full god complex just yet. She didn’t wanna hurt anyone. The part of her that was going mad with power reluctantly agreed that completely disregarding the littles was probably an asshole move. She would be a kind and gentle goddess, she decided, but she was absolutely going to be a goddess. She wasn’t willing to budge on that particular point, but otherwise it was a fair enough compromise.

An eager grin spread across her face as the last remnants of her resistance to her ascension vanished into nothing. “Bigger,” she said. Not weakly demanding more, but a mere statement of fact. And bigger she got. With one climactic massive growth spurt, the club was abruptly levelled completely. Along with several surrounding blocks. If Jessi had been relatively the size of an action figure in comparison, now she was the size of a fucking ant. A speck of dust on the goddess’s nose, barely even big enough to notice.

“Okay cool you’re out now mmmmmaybe stop for a bit and let me get off of you, then you can go somewhere with a bit more space?”

“Bigger,” Suzie said. Not in reply to Jessi – the smaller bun realized with sinking horror that Suzie was probably no longer capable of hearing her. And even if she had been, she wasn’t anymore as her body abruptly doubled in size. Her gigantic arms reached up and around, one grabbing a fat tit and the other beginning to stroke her colossal meat.

And, accompanied by another massive growth spurt on Suzie’s part, Jessi realized that she was probably gonna be here a while.

~~~~~~

It had taken some convincing to get the bus to actually stop and let them out. Really probably more convincing than should have been necessary. Miranda had been reluctant to go into detail but eventually had lost her patience and laid out the fact that she was a latent macro who had just thrown her suppressors out the window so it was in everyone’s best interests for her to not be on the bus when that became a problem. If she’d done that sooner, she’d probably have gotten off sooner. But, again, she was reluctant to go into detail. Detail kind of made her come across as a bit of a lunatic.

Of course, if she was brutally honest with herself, that’s probably because this was, in fact, a course of action only a fucking lunatic would even consider. She had immediately came to regret deciding on it, but she was at this point kind of past the point of no return. She could probably go find her suppressors, maybe, as though there was any chance of finding the small plastic bottle she’d thrown out the window of a moving bus a good five minutes ago – who fucking knew how far back it was. And even if she did, good fucking luck getting back to the evacuation bus and talking her way back onto the evacuation bus after talking her way off in the first fucking place. And the longer she spent not as a macro or on an evacuation bus, the more likely it was that Suzie’s growth would catch up with her. With them, she mentally corrected, reminding herself that Maxie was also there. It’d be one thing if she was just getting herself crushed under Suzie’s massive paws because she was too horny to make sane decisions. It was another entirely to do the same to Maxie – even if technically this whole thing had been Maxie’s idea.

“You might wanna take your clothes off,” Maxie said matter of factly.

“It’s not like I’m gonna be able to wear them anymore, right?”

“Yeah, but you’re gonna outgrow them either way and lemme tell you from experience – growin’ outta your clothes might sound sexy, but actually it’s just mostly kinda uncomfortable.” She shrugged – he? When it came to hypers, just looking at them typically wasn’t enough to determine gender identity because they all ended up extremely well endowed in just about every way regardless of their initial physical sex. To say nothing of the handful who decided to go by their own custom pronouns (which almost always were awful and cumbersome but it was kind of a dick move to say so out loud so she didn’t). Miranda wasn’t actually sure which applied to her new friend, and it was probably too late to ask to clarify. “Besides,” Maxie continued, oblivious to Miranda’s pronoun dilemma. “I’m gonna see you naked either way.”

“Right... I guess that all makes sense.” Miranda was honestly still dressed in business casual, having gone to the strip club immediately after work. Not the most comfortable style to be wearing while evacuating the city, and probably not the most comfortable style to outgrow – though she wasn’t exactly speaking from experience there. “Lemme just... get this off, then we can start.”

Miranda wasn’t a particularly small person. Five foot ten, for a non-hyper woman, was fairly tall. Likely a side effect of being a latent macro, according to her doctor. She was also fairly curvy, which wasn’t a side-effect of being a latent macro but rather just good genetics. Prior to the recent... situation, she’d been taller than Suzie by a good fuckin’ foot and a half – though Suzie had always been curvier, even before she’d hypered.

Of course, Maxie put them both to shame. The tabby was about a head taller than Miranda – and speaking of heads, that was about how big her kitty titties were. She was otherwise fairly slender, kind of shaped like a capital T with all her weight up top. Her tits especially stood out against her otherwise male-cut outfit that she was currently in the process of removing. “Unlike some people,” she said tersely, “I actually am gonna wanna try and salvage my outfit.”

“Uh, right. Fair.” Miranda found herself averting her gaze shyly, blushing furiously. Which, really, was kind of silly considering what they were just about to do. There was definitely a not insignificant part of her that was very eager for that particular part. She had spent most of her time at the strip club mentally torn between rescuing Suzie from the hyper room and her instinctive desire to not go anywhere near hypers because at that point she’d not made the Fucking Insane decision to throw her life away and allow herself to macro, and so she’d not actually gotten to release any of that pent up sexual frustration. And, while she was obviously no rabbit, she was still a vixen. Foxes, especially girl foxes, were no slouch when it came to their libidos. But then there was also those deeply ingrained social mores and that inherent reluctance to just sort of throw her entire life away.

Of course, as established, that bridge had long since been burned. The instant she’d thrown her suppressors out of the window of the bus was the instant she’d guaranteed there was no turning back. Closing her eyes, she steeled her resolve, and got to removing her blouse.

Only to be interrupted by Maxie throwing a bra at her. “Oi, hurry up! We’re kind of on a time limit here!”

“Ack!” Miranda quickly found her senses overwhelmed by the scent of Maxie’s boobs. It had been a very active day for everyone, so of course the bra was soaked with titsweat. And Maxie was, as established, very busty – each cup was big enough to contain Miranda’s head – so there was a lot of tit to sweat. A salty-sweet musk that flowed into Miranda’s mouth and nostrils, overriding everything else and filling her body with a tingling tightness that made her feel weak at the knees. Probably the effect of those hyper hormones on her latent macro biology.

And this was just sweat.

“Hey, kid, you doin’ okay?” Maxie said, concerned by the fact that the vixen had suddenly almost completely frozen up aside from some shaking. Prrrrrrrobably the result of throwing his bra in her face, he realized guiltily. That probability got confirmed when Miranda collapsed to her knees, quivering and moaning. “Ah, crap,” he muttered, quickly walking over to Miranda, the poor thing hunched over, shaking and hyperventilating. “Here, lemme get that off of you so you can think straight. Ain’t time just yet for you to be too horny to function.”

It wasn’t until Maxie actually removed her bra from Miranda’s head that he realized the depth of his mistake. The fox’s face was flush – though it was difficult to tell beneath her mostly red fur, the white bits made that fact all too clear – and her pupils had constricted to pinpoints, barely visible amidst her amber pupils. She was also, factoring in their relative heights and the fact that she was on her knees and hunched over, eye-level with Maxie’s crotch. He had not yet gotten around to taking off his pants or underwear yet, but... somehow he got the impression Miranda didn’t really give a shit. Not with the way she practically dove forward, pressing her wet vulpine nose against the tabby’s crotch and inhaling deeply and eagerly. “W-woah, hey, slow down a bit, kid, I still need to take my pants off.”

Miranda did not slow down. “S-sorry, you just smell so gooooood~” she moaned. The vibrations of her voice felt very good, good enough for little Maxie to finally take notice of the situation. One of the side-effects of the average hormone blockers was that in addition to keeping you at a manageable size it also severely reduced your libido. That could be annoying, but most of the time it was a blessing. Hyper libidos tended towards the insatiable, after all, and even if your boner was a manageable size that did not mean it wasn’t still indecently large. There was also the fact that arousal tended to interfere with the blockers’ ability to do their thing. Get too horny and eventually it would just overwhelm the blockers, so it was usually desirable for the blockers to make it harder for you to get horny.

Of course, the last time Maxie took his blockers was a while ago, and there were already undeniable signs that they were wearing off. Most notably, his boobs had gone from fairly large to bigger than his head, and he could feel them getting tighter and heavier. He grabbed at Miranda’s ears in a futile attempt to push her away from his crotch long enough to get his damn pants and panties off, but his arms felt like fucking noodles.

“Man,” he grumbled to himself. “I’m gonna hafta buy new work pants now. These were expensive.”

He wasn’t entirely sure whether the blockers just ran out, or if he was turned on enough to overwhelm them. Probably a bit of both, if he was honest. One undeniable flaw with how hormone blockers functioned was that they essentially temporarily undid the second puberty, which meant that when they wore off you would effectively undergo the second puberty all over again. Normally this process was at least relatively gradual and could be dealt with by topping off on blockers. Even if that were an option in this particular situation, which of course it wasn’t, the real problem arose when the blockers ran out abruptly. Like they had now.

Maxie’s breasts abruptly quadrupled in size. They were already huge, but now they dominated his torso completely and utterly. He also gained a good half foot of height, and his ass filled out noticeably – which was good, because the abrupt change in his centre of balance and Miranda’s eagerness resulted in him falling the fuck over onto his thankfully more generously padded than it had been moments before rear.

And, of course, his dick got fuckin’ huge. He was nowhere near the same level as Jessi, of course. But he was still a hyper, and he was still a respectable three feet. The sudden increase in bulge was more than his poor pants could take. The zipper burst and the button snapped, leaving his extremely overstrained panties as the only barrier between Miranda and his cock. And more pointedly the only barrier between his cock and Miranda. She pressed her face even more forcefully into his crotch and eagerly kneaded his fat, full (and getting fatter and fuller) balls. “Oh ghawd, you smell so fuckin’ gooooood,” Miranda cooed as she pulled at the edges of Maxie’s panties. “Wanna taste you so fuckin’ baaaaaad~”

“O-okay, seriously thinking we should slow down a bit, babe,” Maxie said, though his heart wasn’t in it and anyway Miranda really didn’t seem to be in the mood to slow down. The smaller woman yanked Maxie’s panties down, unleashing the fucking beast. She then proceeded to crawl over and up, pressing against a cock that was almost as big as her fuckin’ torso. She wrapped her whole god damn body around it and then started to move, rubbing herself up and down and oh god she was licking it. “Okay. Uh. I think slowing down is no longer an option,” Maxie muttered as his balls let out a loud, angry gurgle.

He was normally a bit less of a quick shot. To be wholly fair, he was currently under a lot of stress and there had also already been a lot of  buildup. To be brutally honest, he’d already been kinda horny after the whole show that Jessi and Suzie had put on. And also it had been a while since he’d gotten to let off some steam. He’d built up a backlog of cum, so it was only natural it took minimal prompting for him to let it out. Naturally, it was way more than Miranda could reasonably handle. She attempted to swallow Maxie’s load, bless her, but that was never on the table. That was yet another reality of being a hyper – you just came so fucking much that even a normal load was typically enough to overwhelm your average non-hyper.

And this was an exceptionally big load. Latent macro or no, Miranda never stood a fucking chance. She had clamped her mouth over Maxie’s throbbing head right before it had erupted, and he could feel her belly pressing against him more firmly than it had as it swelled with even the minuscule amount she could manage to swallow. But most of it just ended up spraying right back out of her mouth, coating her torso and Maxie’s lower body with spunk. The poor thing coughed and gagged from the sheer volume, but to her credit she held on for an admirable amount of time.

Eventually, though, the sheer force of Maxie’s orgasm was enough to physically force her off of his dick with a wet pop. Not that that stopped her, of course – she immediately got to work getting as much cum into her as she physically could manage. She licked at his throbbing shaft, lapping up the dregs that she’d not managed to swallow, opening her maw and wrapping it around his length to get as much as she possibly could. And all the while, he kept right on pumping out gout after gout of cum, gallons at a time, reaching what had to be ten feet in the air before arcing back down and splattering all over her back and his (ample) chest.

Eventually, he finished. He wasn’t exactly sure how long his first climax had lasted, but honestly it didn’t really matter. He was still, after all, very extremely still ready to go for round two. And, looking at Miranda’s fuck-crazed eyes as she fell limply on top of his boobs, the feeling was clearly mutual.

Thankfully she didn’t immediately jump into more fucking. As much as he was a hyper, Maxie was still only human. Or, you know, only feline. A bit of a break was appreciated, one way or the other. Miranda seemed content for now to playfully paw at his tits, like a kitten coaxing milk out of her momma – which, if they weren’t careful, could become a bit more literal than he had meant it. “They’re sooooo biiiiiig,” Miranda cooed with a giggle.

“Would you believe I used to be a normal boy?”

Miranda’s face briefly contorted to the familiar expression of someone making a mental note to correct the pronouns they’d been using for him, which had always been one of his favourite things about being a hyper. Sadly, it seemed like Miranda’s mind was too preoccupied with obvious matters to dwell on it too long. The confusion and maybe slight embarrassment was quickly overwhelmed by that giddy, eager grin as she resumed playing with his tits. “I bet they taste real good.”

There was something different about her tone of voice. Not too surprising, he supposed – he’d heard before that macros tended to undergo fairly radical personality shifts when they actually, you know, macroed. That didn’t change that it was a bit distressing for her to talk about how he tasted. “Feel free to give ‘em a suck and see for yourself.”

“Oh! They, um-”

“They absolutely. If I had tits this big and they didn’t it’d be a fucking crime.”

“Well,” Miranda said, once again blushing slightly. “In, um. In that case, I should probably grab a taste now before I get too big.” She swallowed heavily, sliding her way down to get a better angle at them. She firmly grabbed Maxie’s swollen nips and pressed them together so she could suck both at once and then pressed her face into them, doing exactly that with gusto. She was rewarded with an immediate and copious flow – once again, Maxie was on a bit of a hair trigger.

Somewhat annoyingly, Miranda almost immediately pulled away from her suckling with a wet pop. Maxie almost angrily demanded to know why she’d stopped. But before he could do that he got his answer in the form of a low, wet belch that absolutely reeked of his cum, followed by a deep rumbling noise. “Oh- oh fffffffuck I think it’s happening~”

“Uh, maybe we should switch places?” Maxie suggested. Miranda didn’t say anything. But it was pretty clear her response to that was “no”, considering that she almost immediately grabbed his arms with surprising strength, pinning him to the ground as she pressed her body against his.

“G-gonna- gonna growwwwww~”

It was, Maxie noticed, a steady flow of growth, rather than the catastrophic spurts of copious size that had characterized Suzie’s macro puberty. Of course, Suzie’s macro puberty was obviously not the standard experience and was the only macro puberty that Maxie had ever witnessed firsthand, so that didn’t raise too many red flags. Similarly, while generally macros tended to keep the same figure they had before they macroed out, it wasn’t unheard of for them to get slightly curvier. It was a bit unusual for them to get as much curvier as Miranda was getting, though. Nowhere near on par with Maxie, of course, but they’d still gone from “ample” to “bigger than her head” in the course of about a minute. But, in the heat of the moment, Maxie was more than willing to accept that as maybe just the macro puberty being exceptionally generous.

No, it wasn’t until he felt a second pair of equally prodigious tits pressing against his own that the red flags started going the fuck off. That was absolutely not something that ever happened to macros, or at least not as far as he knew. He’d never heard anyone say it was outright impossible? But he’d also never heard of any macro ever growing extra sex bits. Hypers? Yes, though it was fairly uncommon. But macros? No. Never once. But, well, Miranda being another macro hyper absolutely defied the odds. It was already stretching credulity that Suzie had just happened to go her entire fucking life without getting horny enough to set off her latent hyper macro-ness, but for her to have just sort of befriended another extremely rare hyper macro was a bit much.

Not that it was impossible for Miranda to be just a hyper, of course. They were, after all, extremely similar conditions. Hell, macro suppressors were, as Maxie understood it, not that far removed from a much stronger version of a hyper’s hormone suppressors. It wasn’t unheard of for a doctor to misdiagnose the occasional hyper as being a macro and to prescribe them suppressors. Of course, on the other hand, the sheer strength of macro suppressor medication tended to wreak havoc on anyone who wasn’t a macro.

Of course, if Miranda were both a hyper and a macro, then presumably that meant the suppressors would suppress them both.

Maxie’s fears were at least partially realized when something very big and thick and red and throbbing and big shoved its way through his tits. Miranda let out a howl as she came, copiously. About as copiously as he had, he realized. And she was definitely bigger than he was, too – around four feet, if he were forced to give a quick and dirty estimate. It lasted about as long, too, her hips wildly jackhammering it between his fat tits all the while.

Eventually, her orgasm died down. She was, at least, definitely a hyper. Hopefully that was it, this was just some weird fluke. He didn’t particularly look forward to being wrong, considering that Miranda was still on top of him. And, considering the way she pivoted her hips, sliding up and then down and taking his shaft inside of her now seven foot tall frame, he got the impression that the only thing she’d be getting off any time soon was herself. Motherfucker she was tight.

“Heh,” she giggled again, rubbing her shaft against his. Now that she was sitting up, he could get a good look at her button-bursting chest. There were a grand total of six of them, and he had absolutely not underestimated their raw size. They dominated her torso in a decidedly different way from his, and it almost seemed to have stretched a little bit to accommodate them. “Looks like ‘m biiiiiger ‘n you~” she cooed.

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in,” Maxie grunted, trying hard to not lose too much focus to how good Miranda’s pussy felt. This was very possibly an extremely dangerous situation, after all, even if he was probably safe. Probably.

“Biiiiigerrrrrrr,” she groaned again before abruptly doubling in height.

“Okay,” Maxie said to himself. “Maybe it’s not safe after all.”