It was a Red Letter Day for Aaron Santhester, and the rest of the world was in agreement. Every news outlet and media source in the world was tuned in to the video feed from his laboratory, from which he would be demonstrating the first public test of his time-travel device. Had he been some random crackpot, few would have been so keen to believe such an extraordinary claim, but Professor Santhester was one of the brightest minds of the scientific community, and a minor celebrity to boot. There was also the understanding that such a device, were it truly as capable as he suggested, would need to be tightly controlled so as to prevent its use for nefarious purposes, but given the good that could be done, the records that could be set straight and the tragedies which might be averted, the notion of at least [i]trying[/i] was too tempting to ignore. Nay, the professor argued, in fact, that it would be [i]negligent[/i] to not do good when it was possible to do so, and thus he had gone ahead with the project, and apparently succeeded. As he set the camera-stream to go live, the middle-aged red panda cleared his throat and nodded to the global audience. "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, fellow people of the world. Today, I'm here to present you with a monumental achievement- Not all my work, of course. Just fifty-five percent of it." He smirked, casting a glance back to his lab-staff, who chuckled at the recital of a regular in-joke amongst the group. It was true, he hadn't done all the work, but the project simply wouldn't have gotten off the ground without several small, but key insights that the professor had stumbled across himself. "In fact, the majority of the equipment is in the next building over, and I certainly wasn't the one to put it all together. But that's not really all that sleek or photogenic, so we had this designed." He held out his wrist, showing off something that looked like a digital wrist-watch. "This device serves as the control panel and targeting system for the whole shebang. For today's demonstration, we're going to be sending me two minutes into the future... And if that works out, maybe we'll also show you something [i]really[/i] impressive." He winked, before nodding to his staff. "As the system warms up, I really do want to genuinely thank everyone who helped us get to this point. Not just the folks who put forth the funding, or all the staff in science and engineering here... But my folks, too. Thanks for always believing in me. Especially my mother Annalise." He gave a solemn nod, and then held up the device, put in his temporal coordinates, and paused. "Here goes nothing, right?" He said to the camera, and then hit the button to initiate the process. Soon, he was tumbling through space, a kaleidoscope of color whirling around him. At first it was incredible, but suddenly he felt an immense force take hold of him, jarring him brusquely from the time-stream upon which he'd been traveling. He tried to cry out, but his words caught in his throat as he was whiplashed again, and tugged down, down, down... He could feel himself losing consciousness. What was... Happening? [center][b]***[/b][/center] "Wagh...?" The red panda mumbled blearily, opening his eyes slowly and smacking his lips. What had just happened? It felt like he'd just taken the best nap he'd had in years, but... Wasn't he in the middle of something important? Right, his... His time travel device, he had been... He had just tested it! He went forward in time, and then... Then what happened? Why couldn't he remember what happened after that...? "Yep, we managed to intercept him, currently his consciousness has been merged into a version of himself that's still in diapers. We've got him pinned, just wrapping things up now." He heard a voice, a woman's voice, and looked around, realizing with a blush that he was laying in a crib, face-up, and leaning over him was... A dark-furred cat, wearing a uniform that he didn't recognize. She looked quite satisfied with herself, grinning down at him and even going so far as to waggle her finger in front of his face, as if she were playing with a toddler! "W-waahyou... Ah... Hawd to... Tawk...?" He slurred, blushing in embarrassment as he began to understand his situation. His body felt so small, his arms and legs were so short and clumsy... He could barely move, and his body was ensconced in a little onesie, which was in turn stretched over what he soon realized, to his humiliation, was a padded, puffy diaper. "Oooh, he's waking up. I'll get back to you once we're done here." The woman clicked her communicator off and bent down over the crib, smiling down at him with a loving, motherly sort of tenderness that seemed out of step with what she'd just said. "Hey there, little man. Sorry to say, but you're in big trouble. Broke some laws that, admittedly, you probably don't know anything about. But ignorance isn't an excuse, and given how important the law in question is, we have to make sure that you never get a chance to break it again." "W-wha wawww??? Why'm I a... B-Babbeh!?" He cried, only to earn a shush from the woman. "Unregulated time travel is a [i]serious[/i] offense, Mr. Santhester, and it cannot go unpunished. Just think of how much trouble thousands of people like you,from hundreds of thousands of timelines, could cause if you were allowed to run rampant. Anyone with the potential to develop time travel is, unfortunately, a threat to the integrity of the multiverse." "S-So you made me... Smaww again...?" He asked, equal parts confused and horrified. "Mhmm! But that's only the first part of it. Part of the procedure is to explain to you what you've done wrong before we move on with the actual sentencing." "Dis isn't the... Actuaw...?" He asked, the color draining from his face, which caused the cat woman to chuckle. "Of course not, silly! In your current state, you might actually grow up and invent time travel again! So we're going to nix that by merging you into another world line where you'll be a bit more... [i]Distracted[/i], in the long-term~" Aaron didn't like the way she said 'distracted', shaking his head and letting out a little whimper as she pulled out some sort of device with a little dial on the side. "N-Nuh... W-wai, I won't do time twabel no more! Pwease, no moh..." She ignored him, tapping at the screen of the device a few times before she began to turn the dial. Instantly, he felt the changes. His crotch tingled and throbbed, a pressure building in his junk, which began to swell within his diaper, pushing outwards against the fabric. "Uughnn, OOOHHHHH~!" He moaned, his little hands gripping the covers as his arousal spiked, his heart pounding in his chest at the hormone-addled excitement his swelling gonads were pumping into his bloodstream. "You're lucky, you know~ Since there's no evidence you were planning on using your time travel technology for nefarious means, I'm authorized to make sure that your sentence is [i]very[/i] pleasurable. Think of this like... A permanent vacation~" She smirked, as she continued to turn the dial, dragging him further and further into a bizarre, perverse new reality. He could feel the pressure building within his diaper, and soon his throbbing penis was straining at the pamps, each pulse and twitch causing his onesie and his diaper to creak in the effort of constraining his gargantuan junk. Then, with the sound of failing buttons, his onesie came apart and his diapers ripped open, his throbbing length, now over half as thick around as his torso, swung outwards into the open air, his grapefruit-dwarfing testes resting upon the splayed innards of his discarded diaper. "O-Oh-Ohmigawwwh!" He whined, his toes curling hard as the leaking tip of his penis hung over his belly like a lamp-post. His breaths came in air-starved little puffs, gasping and shivering as waves of sensation, so overwhelmingly potent as to feel utterly alien, washed over him. "A-Ackhh! Ackh! Tuwn back! Tuwn back!" He panted, screwing his eyes shut and [i]mewling[/i] in pleasure as he loosed a fat dollop of precum onto his own belly. "Turn you back? But we're not even done yet!" The Temporal Containment Officer chirped as she turned the dial further, which continued the inexorable expansion of Aaron's junk. The poor little red panda tyke's whole body thrummed with need as his nuts splayed out below him, passing the size of cantaloupes, then watermelons, his cock throbbing longer and fatter, until it was as wide around as his belly, the thick head threatening to press up against his wide muzzle. He could smell the scent of his own cum as pre leaked out onto his chin and neck, and a desperate, needy sort of pressure [i]throbbed[/i] within his massive, gurgling balls, so large now that it was doubtful he'd actually be able to shift them more than an inch or two with all his strength, given his current size... Around him, elements of his crib and room were changing as well. The walls were transforming into a plexiglass box, whilst the sheets were replaced with an easy-to-clean nylon mattress, with matching waterproof pillows. His diaper and onesie had disappeared completely, and he was left nude- Clothes for boys with a frame like his simply didn't exist. The hidden drain in the bottom of his crib would serve to ensure that his prodigious emissions wouldn't flood the crib... He felt lighteaded, woozy, [i]horny[/i]... And he couldn't stop looking at the cat woman's modest breasts, couldn't stop thinking about the way her hips filled out her uniform, oh god he wanted her to touch him and make him cu- He shook his head, trying to fight off the thoughts, moaning woozily as he tried to come to grips with the absurdity of his new biology... The incessant need to [i]spooge![/i] Meanwhile, the officer lifter her device up and spoke into it, as if taking a log. "Subject has been shifted into a new reality in which they've been born to parents of the 'hyper' sociological class, with the interbreeding of two hyper individuals resulting in the expression of the recessive genes for 'progressive congenital hypergonadal expansion syndrome' in the subject." "M-Mah bawwws... S-So hebby... N-No moahh..." Aaron moaned, unable to keep himself from rolling his hips lewdly, his massive nuts, each the size of his diminutive body, staying completely put even as his thick penis bobbed and swayed. "... Moving on with final modifications." She said, pulling out a wand and running it over his penis, causing Aaron to go stiff, erogenously lewd sensations zapping up and down his penis wherever the green light that radiated from the humming device fell. "You see, progressive hypergonadal expansion syndrome can be managed by abstaining from ejaculation. That is, the testicular growth is aggravated significantly by repeated orgasm, as the testes take it as a sign that they're [i]under[/i]-productive!" She explained. Aaron whined. It felt like an orgasm was coming on, but more than that, it felt like the pressure in his balls was going to [i]make[/i] him cum, like that pressure was pressing down on something at the base of his cock, and the harder it pressed, the more likely he was to pop off like a rocket then and there! "We wanna' make sure that you [i]keep[/i] growing, that all that nummy-dummy ball growth steals all the nutrients from the rest of your body so that you stay cute and small forever, and never have to worry about nasty science-stuff again! So right now, I'm rewiring the nervous structure of your penis a bit. In addition to quintupling the number of nerve endings in your cock, you're also growing a special little nerve-cluster that's designed to measure the amount of cummies you've built up~ That way, even if you [i]try[/i] to hold back, you'll still be blowing loads on a regular schedule, like a good little boy~" He could feel it, the tingling sensitivity spreading across his dick, unable to stop his length from twitching and bouncing as even the subtle air-currents in the room began to tease and stroke at his turgid flesh. The thought of what it would feel like to actually [i]touch[/i] his penis both terrified and enticed him... "Ahhnn~! N-No no no you can't~! You can't [i]do[/i] dis tuh me!" He whined, his complaints only garnering a little tut-tut from the officer in response. "Now now, I know it's scary, but trust me when I say that you're going to [i]love[/i] your new life once we're through with you. You really should think of this as your reward for being such a smartie-pants and figuring out how to time travel all on your own!" She said, before pulling the wand away from his throbbing penis. "Now then, to calibrate that new node of yours to a decent metric... Let's set your 'maximum' equal to about a quarter of your hourly sperm production at any given time. That way, you won't even have to do anything to make toe-curling cummies every fifteen minutes or so. Won't that be fun~?" She tapped at the screen, setting the changes into motion. "F-Fifteen min- OOOHHHHHNGHHHH!" Suddenly, it hit him like a lightning-bolt, the orgasm-button buried deep inside his increasingly perverse body sounding off with a neurological fireworks-display that had him arching his back and thrusting his hips, rope after rope of thick semen arcing over his face to splatter against the wall of the crib behind his head. It came in powerful, fountain-head splatters, and only ceased once he'd loosed what felt like at least half a gallon of semen. "There, isn't that fun~?" The officer smiled, leaning in and taking hold of his still-hard length as he shivered and moaned in post-orgasmic bliss, the little red panda seeing stars as her fingers teased the enhanced nerves of his overdeveloped penis. "Now just one last thing we need to do..." She said, leaning in with the wand again, holding it over his eyes. "Look at the pretty lights for me, would you sweetie~?" She said, and once he'd made the mistake of doing so, it was over. "This'll make sure that those sciency-secrets stay locked up in your cute little head for good~" Aaron could only moan, his eyes going lidded as they followed the swirling lights emitted from the device, the subliminal, hypnotic rays digging into his brain and reprogramming his neurology... It made him feel good... Sleepy... Comfy... No... Think... "This'll be the last time we speak, so goodnight, Aaron~" She said... [center][b]***[/b][/center] The smell of cum and the going-to-jizz-soon pressure in his balls woke Aaron from his nap... Hadn't he just woken up from a nap? What was happening? There had been a lady- "Oooh- Boooobaaaa..." He cooed, his eyes going wide as his train of thought was instantly derailed by a mental image of fat red-panda tits. His cock jerked and pulsed, drooling precum onto his forehead as the sensation of imminent ejaculation only intensified. He tried to shift in his crib, tried to turn over, but his enormous testicles kept him rooted in place, their gentle but insistent tug against his crotch informing him that he wasn't going to be doing anything of the sort on his own. "Hnnfhh..." He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong... [i]Really[/i] wrong... What had he been doing before his nap? It was something really really important... Something to do with t-ti-tii-... His eyes glazed over for a moment as his train of thought was once again nudged. "Wiiinkyyy..." He moaned, his arms reaching up to wrap around his turgid tyke-boner. That... Was that the important thing he'd been trying to remember? It [i]felt[/i] important... In fact, something in the back of his head kept telling him that his winky was the most important thing in his whole little world, and it was hard to argue with the notion when touching it felt so, [i]sooo[/i] good... "O-Ooh-ooh-ooohhhh~♥" He lazily humped his cock into his arms, the head of his dick bumping occasionally against his muzzle, an errant throb sending a thick squirt of precum right into his mouth! "Glmmpkkh!?" He went wide-eyed for a moment, the salty taste spreading across his tongue, and then... He realized that he liked it? Or at least, something felt really [i]right[/i] about that funny, salty taste... So he opened his muzzle and took as much of his cockhead inside as he could, letting out a chorus of cute little grunts and moans as he continued to play with himself. "Mmphh... W'inky..." He grunted, muffled through the flesh of his own massive penis... Running his tongue all around the head of his dick, playing especially with the sensitive cleft of his urethra. Nnfhh, it felt so good... For a few moments, he couldn't think. He was close, he- "CUHHHMIIEESH-!" He squeaked, and then his voice was cut off as he pumped load after load of thick, gooey cum down his own throat, his eyes lidding as the shock of getting his belly filled to bursting with hot tyke-seed was allayed by the mental conditioning he'd been subjected to... He let his seemingly ever-erect cock pop from his mouth, and let out a heated little huff, still breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. Now that the pressure had been relieved, the gears in his little mind went back to turning... He knew that he was missing something, but [i]what[/i]? More than something he was missing, it was like there were things that were missing [i]from[/i] him. He could think... Sort of, but he was sure that there was some entire layer of meaning that was missing. Something that he couldn't quite define, and when he tried to dig too far into the question of why he couldn't remember any [i]words[/i] anymore, his mind was nudged back on track with a mental image of one of the few things he still [i]could[/i] define by its name. "Uuhnn, [i]Booobaa[/i]~" He reached down and started stroking himself again... His Winky felt extra good when he thought about Booba when he touched it... Big bouncy booba, the bigger the better, with big milky nipples that he could... Nnfh... Suck on~ Maybe that had something to do with the problem he was encountering? He could think so clearly about these things, could even say the words for them out loud, but everything else was such a blur... An insidious little thought popped into his head, suggesting that maybe he'd have better luck thinking about it if he went cummies again... [center][b]***[/b][/center] Aaron had no idea how much time had passed... It was hard to really define time in his head anymore, anyways. In fact, he was finding that numbers were, in general, a no-go. He knew that he'd played with his winky 'till he went cummies a [i]lot[/i], but he'd lost track of how many times that was after... The time he did it, and then the time after that? He'd only stopped because he got too tired, and because his belly was really full from swallowing so much of his own cum. The light coming in through the window was dimmer, so it must've been a while... Yet his fat watermelon-nuts still inexorably gurgled and glunked between his legs, producing more and more of their thick ambrosia, regardless of how thoroughly he'd already stained the crib with it. As he rested, he felt them slowly filling again, that cloying pleasure pressing down on the tingling cum-button somewhere deep inside of his body... He let out a little coo of contentment at the reality that, even if he was too tired to play with himself, he'd still get to make cummies... It felt so good to make cummies... But wasn't there something else he was supposed to be doing? His little face scrunched up in irritation at that, as if the prospect of doing something other than cumming his brains out forevermore was an imposition upon him. It's just that it was so hard to conceptualize things now, whilst cumming himself stupid was easy. He went over the words he knew... "Winky..." Yep, that was a fun one. He said it a few more times, watching his length bounce like a crib-mobile above his head as he flexed his kegels. "Uuhmnn, [i]booobaaaaaaa~[/i]" His eyes almost sparkled at that one, his head filling with images of full, bouncy breasts sloshing with milk as they swayed and wobbled... Thick, suckable nipples bared for him to wrap his lips around, presented for him to shamelessly play with as he pleased... If he weren't so tired, he'd go straight back to playing with his winky at the thought of it, but luckily for him, his exhaustion served to help keep him on track for the remainder of his inquiry. "Cummies!" His nuts seemed to gurgle in response, and he let out a giggle. He knew what that was, intimately... But... What other words did he know? He felt like he should now more... A [i]lot[/i] more, actually... Though it was hard for him to fathom how that was supposed to work. Just identifying these ones was proving to be something of a mental strain, and he really would rather be playing with himself. Ohhh if only his arms didn't feel like jelly, he'd... "Mmhhh, is my little boy done with his nap~?" "Ma-maaaa...?!" He cooed, that voice, that pretty womanly voice... He wasn't sure he understood what she was saying, but... Oh goodness, he wanted to hear more, wanted to see more of her... And when she made her way into the room, he realized why... Her breasts entered the room first, fat spheres bigger than beachballs, the gossamer fabric of a nightgown hanging impotently from the icebreaker-prow of a chest the red-panda woman possessed. Her gown was open at the center such that the sides of her areolae were visible, and just the sight of them had Aaron's nuts gurgling and groaning in furious productivity, as if they were desperate to get their next load ready for her, specifically! Had Aaron been in complete control of his faculties, he would've recognized her by the name of Annalise. He might have apologized, or asked her for help. But right now, all he could do was focus on the effect she would have on his cumshot-schedule. "Mama! Booba! [i]Booba![/i]" He called out, lifting his hands and flexing his fingers greedily. "Goodness~ So excited, and... Oh dear, you've made such a mess~" She purred, sidling in over the crib so that he was cast in the shadow of her [i]mountainously[/i] immense rack. Just thinking about boobs had been incredible, but seeing them in person? Having them hang over his body like a pair of world-war-one blimps? Aaron could feel the pleasure rising, the gallons of cum stored up in his massive, impossible nuts pressing down on that insidious little nerve cluster, and... "Uunnghh, [b]cummiess![/b]" He groaned, his fat loads thump-thump-thumping against the back wall of his crib as he added to the gooey stains already coating the plexiglass wall, shamelessly growing the mess she'd only just commented on. Not that he could've stopped himself even if he wanted, given ejaculation was more or less an autonomous bodily function for him now~ He blinked back tears of pleasure as he looked up at her, eyes still fixated on her massive udders, and went back to repeating one of the few other words he knew: "Nnfhh, booba!" "I know, I know sweetie. First this, and then we'll... Nghh... Get you a bath~" Annalise said, grunting as she took hold of Aaron and lifted his body upwards. She didn't actually attempt to lift his testes from the crib, they were really too heavy to lift without support, but she did sit him upright so that he was perched [i]atop[/i] his watermelon-sized gonads, such that his feet could press into the sides of his soft, fuzzy sack. She parted her robe, letting her breasts push free, the voluptuous red-panda woman's fat nipples already damp and leaking milk. "There we go, and now- Ooh!" She didn't even get to finish before her little boy's mouth was wrapped around one of those nipples, sucking greedily whilst another of his hands rubbed lasciviously along his throbbing cock. Something told him that he should be ashamed that he was acting like this, but... Why? His mama seemed to like it too... "O-Oh, sweetie! You know the doctor said you should try not to... Nnfh..." She bit her lip, watching her son stroke-stroke-stroke away. She knew that, with his condition, the conventional wisdom was to [i]limit[/i] sexual activity, but... As far as she could determine, her poor little Aaron was a uniquely severe case. She'd tried to do as prescribed at first, of course... But he got so huffy and fussy when she kept him away from it, and it hadn't taken her long to notice his regular 'pattern' either... Even if she kept him wrapped up, kept him hands away from his... Thing, he still got off. She wasn't sure that the boy had ever gone more than fifteen minutes without experiencing a climax in his life. Which was probably why his case was already so advanced... "Goodness, you really were hungry though, weren't you~?" She smiled, stroking her hand along the back of his head, letting her fingers slick down along his fuzzy ears... "I guess it only makes sense, considering all the growing you've been doing... That you're going to keep doing." If Annalise hadn't been a hyper herself, she would've had to buy supplementary formula for him, but as things were, the doctors had assured her that she could support all of her son's nutritional needs herself... Which was a relief, because he'd be eating her out of house and home if she actually had to buy him formula, judging by the size of his belly-bulge. Meanwhile, Aaron's head swam, his thoughts fuzzy, the constant, consistent inflow of warm, soothing milk serving to numb his thoughts, drowning him in a warm sea of comfortable arousal. He only popped his lips from her nipple when he could no long hold his breath, panting softly with his tongue lolling from his mouth. With one need met, the next in the hierarchy took its place. "Nnnh, cummies Mama..." He groaned. "Yes, yes. You'll have plenty of time to do that in the bathtub. Now let's get your stroller..." Annalise sighed, wrapping her gown about her massive chest again as she began to make the necessary preparations to move her child. She'd have to clean out his crib later... Well, nobody had ever said that being a mother would be easy~ [center][b]Epilogue[/b][/center] It was late at night, the lights were all out and the house was quieter than a library, and Aaron could feel another one of his clockwork orgasms coming. Sometimes, memories of his old life slipped through the mental blocks which had been installed in his brain. Enough that he understood, now, that he had once been... Some sort of important science person. That some sort of police-lady kitty did this to him... That he hadn't wanted it to happen... But days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and as his balls kept [i]growing[/i], his loads alongside them, all of that began to seem inconsequential, [i]tiny[/i], in comparison to, well... His balls. After all, they defined the rhythm of his life now, and had he still possessed the mental capacity to do so, he could've counted time by the clockwork-climaxes which awakened him every fifteen minutes or so during the night. Sometimes, he fell right back to sleep. Other times, it was an invitation to a few hours of shuddering, heavenly masturbation. One of the perks of being crib-bound was that he wasn't beholden to any particular schedule, and could get his winks whenever he felt like it, even during the day. And it wasn't as if he had to worry about that ever changing, either... By now, his body was an afterthought compared to the throbbing mass of his nuts, each testicle several times the size of the rest of him. If he (in this case referring to his torso, arms, legs, etc) was growing any bigger, it was impossible to notice in comparison to the thriving expansion of his soft-furred sack, which now pressed against three sides of his crib, as if desperate to escape. He was pretty sure, with the way she'd been looking at it lately, that Mama was going to be getting him an upgraded one soon... Or moving him into some sort of other enclosure that would serve as better future-proofing against his endless growth. Mmmh, Mama... The thought of her, and more importantly her enormous, wobbling tits, was enough to push him over the edge, his cock jerking as it kicked load after load into the condom Annalise had wrapped it with. She'd started doing that recently, a means of controlling the messes Aaron made with his increasingly voluminous loads, and he didn't like it... It made it impossible for him to suck his own cock. He grumbled and twisted himself as best he could, having found that if he rolled just right, he could rub his penis against the cushioned padding of his crib... He couldn't fully get onto his side, of course, with the mass of his balls holding him in place, but it was enough, and once he got into position, he could hump away with abandon. "Uhf-nfh-hnfh-hnhhh~" He grunted softly under the moonlight, the basketball-sized balloon of cum at the end of the condom dragging back and forth, back and forth... He hadn't managed it yet, but he was sure that if he could just cum [i]enough[/i], he'd be able to bust these stupid condoms, and then he'd be able to get his cock back in his maw again, his mouth watering at the notion of getting to gulp down gush after gush of his own seed once more. It seemed like a much more pleasant, much more [i]fun[/i] project than going back to being an important science man. Doing science stuff was probably cool, but there was no way it could compare to making cummies and playing with Mama's boobies! Mama's big, fat, milky b-b-Boooobaaaa-! He hitched, squeaked, and filled his condom even bigger, the bubble at the end [i]creaking[/i] as it worked overtime to contain his seed. He smiled mischievously, and instantly began working up another load~