Cooling Off - TEASER - December 2022 Prompt

… flowing again following this morning’s macro warning. Minimal disruptions to the interstate, but as always, mind the steps!

Zilena was only half listening. Being national news—and a nuisance to tens of thousands of commuters—would be exhilarating for any number of troublemakers. For Zilena, it was hir morning jog.

Clocking in at 2.000 feet tall, shi towered above the landscape. And yet hir height alone was not even the most eye-catching thing about hir. The serbit—a purple-furred mix of dragon and bunny—was big in every aspect. Wings, tail, paws… even hir ears were no slouch. But as was the case for most hyper herms, hir excessive endowments dominated the view; tits big enough to hang most of the way to hir hips, huge and shapely, and an even more extraordinary package between hir legs that was only restrained from dragging over the ground by hir absurdly stretched shorts, the tight fabric outlining every bulge and crevice of hir fat shaft and hir wrecking balls in loving detail. There was no lack of wobbling when Zilena exercised, much to the chagrin of the tectonic plates straining beneath hir toes.

Zilena pulled off hir headphones as the channel went to music and stretched hir legs. Shi was positively steaming, distorting the air with the heat of hir muscular body while the drip of enormous beads of sweat smashed into the hills below hir.

It had been a good run. The coastline drew Zilena’s eye, the dark blue sea beckoning hir for a well-deserved cooldown. Though, at hir size, shi’d have to get far out into the ocean before shi could properly submerge hirself. Should have done that beforeshi grew this large, perhaps. But the thought of shrinking back down never crossed hir mind. What self-respecting hyper would ever want to get smaller?

Zilena stretched hir back in a downward dog that pulverized the terrain below hir with the force of hir enormous, barely contained tits and package, hir bits swaying back and forth with a terrifying sort of casualness, a demonstration of the power of hir body and the effortless manner with which shi controlled it. As shi did so, beads of sweat continued to roll off hir bulk, deforming the defenseless landscape.

Ground traffic had long since diverted from hir vicinity, lest they be caught beneath hir pawpads, and the passing airplanes soon did the same to avoid hir local atmosphere from frying their instruments.

Shi wiped hir brow. Maybe shi could find a nice, cool storm somewhere to freshen hir up. Zilena got to hir feet—boom boom—and spied along the horizon. As shi did, hir hand slid across the waistband of hir shorts, hir thumb hooking in and drawing it out for just a second of airing out…

Bwoomph! The reaction was immediate. A thick fog of sweaty cockmusk escaped, pouring out of the crevice as if shi had filled hir bulge with dry ice. It was not just scorching hot, it was aggressively sexual, a pungent mist of the serbit’s masculine scent rolling out in thick plumes that plunged the battered hills around hir into sudden gloom.

Even the clouds could not obscure what came next, though. Zilena’s shorts were not simply stretched around hir magnificent manhood. Like many hypers, shi resorted to compression wear to handle hir true size. The load on Zilena’s shorts was so heavy that a slight crack was more than enough to cause havoc.

There was an ear-splitting crash as Zilena’s cock slipped free. The fat ebony rod surged forward, twice hir own considerable height and immensely thick, slamming into the ground with enough force to crack open the earth and send shockwaves through the entire state.

“Oh. Whoops.”

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(Image from Zilena's Gallery, Art by Sheela)