CM: Saman
This piece was done for Lixivian on bsky.
Saman is a smalltime streamer looking to grow (his viewership). A new ARG gives his chat some surprising powers.
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Saman sat down in front of his computer and fired up the usual programs he used when streaming. He took a quick glance at the window on the side that showed him what his webcam was seeing. It was always strange seeing himself on his own monitor, but he had mostly gotten used to it.
Saman used the webcam stream like a mirror and made sure he looked good for his fans in the chat. The video framed his upper body nicely. His t-shirt clung to his lean, lithe body, accentuating his slender build and firm pecs, and the white of his shirt contrasted nicely against his dark skin. His curly hair hung low enough in his face that he had to pull it aside to keep it out of his eyes, but with that little detail dealt with, everything looked good. The stream seemed to be picking up his current game, and the webcam feed was neatly tucked away in a smaller window in the bottom right of the stream.
It didn’t take long for the first few audience members to trickle in. Saman saw the alerts and immediately smiled and waved into the webcam.
“Hey guys. Welcome to today’s stream. I’m just wrapping up some dailies, but I was hoping to start a new game today. If you have any requests, I’m all ears,” he said.
The recommendations began to flood in as more and more people joined the chat. Saman was a little surprised. He was not what he would consider a Big Name in the biz. He had a small handful of regulars and occasionally, when he was streaming whatever the hot, new game was at the time, he’d get a few new people to wander in, but this seemed like a lot. He wasn’t even playing one of the popular games.
“Oh, wow. He’s cute!” one of the new arrivals typed.
“Yeah. The thumbnail doesn’t do him justice,” another typed.
“I wonder if he’d be down to… you know…” another said.
“Thanks for the compliments, but… I dunno what you are thinking, but there are rules on how much skin I can show on screen,” Saman said with a nervous chuckle. His face was turning slightly darker as the blood rushed to his cheeks. However, the chat was quick to change the subject.
“Have you tried the new ARG?” one of the new people typed.
“ARG? As in, Augmented Reality? I’m not sure that would be good for a stream. After all, those typically have elements outside the game itself,” Saman said.
“Yeah, but the new one has chat features. Everyone here can chime in,” the person said.
“Huh… well… I’m curious. What’s it called, and what’s it about?” Saman asked.
“Hypertropic,” the person typed.
“Huh… not heard that one… let’s see if I can find it on Steam or something,” Saman said, but before he could even open the storefront, he got an alert from the stream. He had been sent a gift!
Saman clicked the notification, and a message popped up alerting him that one of the new audience members had sent him an access key. He clicked the link to claim the key and was led to another page that laid out the basics of the program he was seeking to download.
Saman scanned the info sheet. It looked like the program itself wasn’t so much a game as it was a stat editor. There were some basic parameters like height, weight, and muscle mass. There was even a chest slider as well as a few other sliders for things like butt and bulge and even penis and ball size. Saman’s already flushed face burned even darker. He quickly checked the boxes next to those sliders that said “hide”.
As he clicked the accept button, a small pop up showed on his screen. “You have selected to hide changes. The subject will be unaware of any edits made to these parameters,” it read.
Saman scratched his head at this. The wording was vague. He wasn’t sure what it meant by “the subject” or why said subject would be aware of registry edits in the first place. Whatever the case, he didn’t feel like it applied to him, and he had a bustling chat waiting on him to finish. He clicked the accept button which caused the program to promptly shut down.
Saman’s screen went black for a moment. It was only a second, but when his monitor flashed back to life, he had this strange feeling that something had happened – something major, but he wasn’t sure what. All he knew was that he had a window open a second ago that wasn’t there now.
“Right. Be thinking of any games you’d like to see. I’ve got a list up on my About page that shows which ones I have but have not started yet,” Saman said to the chat.
“ARG?” one of the people in the chat typed.
“I don’t have any of those,” Saman replied.
“Wait… do you think he set the changes to hidden?” one person asked.
“It sure looks that way. I can still see his stats on my window,” another said.
“But he can’t tell what we’re changing?” another asked.
Saman glanced at the chat. He could see the words. He could maybe even read the words, but he couldn’t comprehend the words. He had this haze on his brain as he looked at some of the words in the sentences. The letters didn’t register as concepts.
“Do you think he set the…”
“I can still see the … on my window”
“Can’t he tell what we’re…”
As Saman tried to clear his head, a chime rang out from his chat denoting that a poll had begun. He could see that there were several options, but he couldn’t see what the options were. It was odd that they would hide a poll from the streamer, but perhaps it was a new feature. Perhaps they wanted it to be a surprise. Perhaps they didn’t want the streamer to be able to sway the vote. Whatever the case, it was out of his hands.
Another chime from the chat. Saman glanced over and saw the results from the poll. The overwhelming majority of votes were for ‘chest’, but he had no idea what that was referring to. None of the games he had on his list had anything to do with chests.
“Have you all decided on which game we are doing next?” Saman asked.
The chat was abuzz, but none of them seemed to be suggesting a game. They were all spamming “+1”. Saman cocked an eyebrow questioningly. Was this a new meme? Was this the next ‘F in chat’? Whatever the case, it didn’t seem directly related to his question, so he went back to wrapping up his daily quests. However, as he tried to focus on his game, he started to feel his shirt digging into his chest.
Saman winced as he felt the fabric clinging to his torso. He had picked a shirt that was a bit tight to showcase his pecs, but for some reason, his shirt was now so tight that it practically hurt.
Saman glanced down at his chest and gasped at what he saw. His pecs had grown! Or… were they pecs? The realization that his chest was larger than before hit his brain and then immediately dispersed. Instead of worrying about the change, he found himself admiring how round and shapely his tits looked.
They were tits. Of course they were tits.
Saman had a slight bit of muscle to him, but the sculpted mounds on his chest were mostly fat and mammary glands. It wasn’t impossible for guys to have breasts like this. It was rare – especially for a guy to have a set of big naturals like these, but he was hardly unique in this regard. Still, the chat seemed to be going wild over them.
“Dude! Look at his rack!”
“Woah! He’s got jugs!”
“Those are nice!”
“Bigger! Let’s make them bigger!”
“Lose the shirt!”
“Yeah! Strip! Strip!”
Saman rolled his eyes and smirked at the chat. “Ok. Ok. Calm down. I know they are nice, but it’s against the rules to show tits on stream,” Saman said.
“Only for girls!” one viewer said.
“Yeah. It’s fine for guys!” another said.
“Still not doing it,” Saman replied with a laugh.
This response was met with a lot of flack from the chat. There were plenty of ‘boo!’s or ‘awww’s, but what really caught Saman’s attention was the flurry of ‘+1’s.
Saman once more cocked an eyebrow questioningly at this, but his look of curiosity quickly gave way to a wince of pain. His shirt hurt. How was it so tight? Why was it so tight? How had he even gotten into the damn thing? It didn’t make sense!
Saman let out a groan of discomfort which gave way to a grunt of pain which gave way to a sigh of relief as the front of his shirt split open from the force of the swelling mass contained within. In an instant, Saman’s shirt shredded, and his massive tits flopped loose.
Saman stared in shock at his own huge rack. Was it always this huge? Of course it was, but he shouldn’t be showing them off. It wasn’t that kind of stream!
Saman wrapped his arms around his huge jugs and pulled them close to his chest. The soft masses squished in his grasp and spilled over his arms. He was still indecent, but at least the nips were covered.
“Hey, guys. I think we’re having some technical difficulties. I’ll be right back,” Saman said.
“Actually… give me a sec…” one of the users typed.
Saman was about to get up to grab a new shirt, but before he left, he caught a glimpse of something that made him pause. That last user’s name briefly turned green before reverting back to the default black. That was odd. Green usually denotes an admin, and Saman did not have any mods other than himself in the chat. Was this guy a site admin? However, before Saman could think about it too long, he received a new pop up on his screen.
“New TOS update. Showing skin is not only allowed but encouraged.”
Saman chuckled to himself as he saw this. That was cute, but that didn’t mean he should just whip his tits out for his audience. However, even as he thought this, he could see another poll quickly getting tallied. When the poll finished, there was a tie for first place. The two winners were “exhibitionist” and “horny”.
“Ok… That’s a new one…” Saman said as he read the poll results. However, before he could ask the chat what they were voting for, the memory of seeing the poll faded from his mind. He shook his head trying to clear the fog from his brain and remember what it was he had just seen, but by the time he had shaken the cobwebs, the poll had fully vanished and the chat was once more spamming “+1”.
Saman’s arms were getting tired. Holding his huge rack was exhausting, and it was also unnecessary. It wasn’t like he was shy about his tits. After all, the audience knew about them when they came in. Saman’s enormous tits were probably why most of the audience had decided to tune in, and if you’ve got ‘em, flaunt ‘em.
“Ok. Fine, fine. You win,” Saman said with a laugh.
He got up from his seat and let out a sigh of relief as he let go of his hefty rack and let his enormous tits swing free for his adoring audience. Saman’s arms were so tired by this point that he was glad to no longer be hefting his jugs, and judging by the spam of fire emojis erupting from his chat, it seemed like his audience was glad to see him letting the boys out as well.
Saman took a moment to admire his large, full breasts. Either tit was the size of a basketball. They felt so soft and heavy in his hands that he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing and groping them in front of everyone on stream.
This was lewd. This was stupid. This was hot as hell!
Some part in the back of his mind was telling him to cover up. This surely would not be allowed. Even if he could make the argument that letting his tits out was fine, surely playing with them on stream was a no-no… and yet… the chat was erupting in cheers. Plenty of him were calling for him to go all in – or all ‘out’ as it were.
Well… no sense edging them any longer at this point. He already had his tits out. Why not go the Full Monty?
He let go of his tits, allowing them to swing heavily from the front of his chest once more. They felt so full… so huge… so heavy, but they had always been heavy, right? They had been this large for ages, right? Whatever the case, he had other matters to attend to.
Saman hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shimmied them down his thighs. His already rock hard, pre-dribbling cock spilled into view. The chat erupted into cheers once more. A stream of eggplant emojis flew forth from the chat, but most people seemed to still be focused on his tits, and could you blame them? Saman’s cock was so average, but his rack was enormous!
Saman once more began to grab and grope his massive tits. Saman couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of a live audience, and yet… this couldn’t have been the first time. His stream was flagged adult. Only those who wanted to see this could even get here. He had a reputation of putting on a show for his fans, and he intended to live up to the hype… and the fact that teasing his swelling tits felt so good was just a bonus.
Saman balked for a second. Swelling? What was that about swelling?
He glanced down at his massive jugs. It’s a good thing that they weren’t swelling. Either one was the size of a prize pumpkin. They were so huge that he could barely wrap his arms around them. If he let go of them, they would hang so low that they would completely cover his cock!
Another chime. Another poll. Saman glanced over just in time to see the results. “Cock and Balls”. Almost immediately the chat devolved into a spam of “+1”s.
Saman rolled his eyes at this. “I get it. You all love my cock. I mean, it’s big, but nowhere near as impressive as my rack, right?” He said with a laugh. As he said this, he tried to shift so that the cam could get a good look at his cock and balls. His puffy head of his rigid shaft was buried into the soft, supple flesh of his tits making it hard to see just how huge his cock really was, but judging by how thick it was, it had to be huge. His cock was thicker than his neck. His nuts were each the size of soccer balls.
Another chime. Another poll. This was a simple Yes or No prompt, and the question was just “paizuri”? The votes were overwhelmingly in favor of Yes.
Saman laughed and flashed a playful wink for his audience. You really want to see that? I mean. I guess it’s not hard for me to do it to myself,” he said. As he did so he adjusted his grip on his jugs, letting them swing to the side and reveal his enormous cock which now stood rock hard directly between his massive tits. His cock was now nearly as thick as his waist. His massive, pumpkin-sized stones hung heavily in their sack. The head of his cock nearly slapped him in the face. In fact, had his cleavage not been shoving his dick slightly forward, the tip of his dick would have been smearing pre across his chin.
Saman squeezed his arms around his fat tits. They were so huge that he couldn’t even wrap his arms all the way around them. The best he could do was grab the sides and press them together, but that was enough. He let the motion of his hips handle the rest.
As Saman rocked his hips, his massive cock slid back and forth between his enormous tits. It felt so good. His soft, supple, heavy tits squeezed tightly around his massive cock. He couldn’t believe he had never tried this before. After all, he had had these tits and this massive cock for ages now, right?
But as he tried to recall, the memories were hazy and disjointed. He felt like his brain was buffering. He felt like his memories were slowly loading in.
Of course he had done this before. He did it often – especially while on stream like this. His chat loved it!
Another chime. Another poll. Another chime. Another poll. They were coming fast.
“Increase pre? Y/N” Yes!
“Increase horniness?” Yes!”
“Add milk?” Yes!!
As Saman continued to grab and grip his tits, he could feel the flow of pre ramping up. His cock was quickly laminated in the stuff. The thick, syrupy layer that now coated his cock caused it to slide even more smoothly between his enormous tits.
As he continued to rock his hips and grind his cock between his two massive jugs, his hands drifted towards his dribbling nipples. They were so thick that he could wrap his hands around them as easily as he could a Coke can. They felt so right in his hands, and as he squeezed and stroked them, warm sprays of sweet milk sprayed forth.
He felt like he was reaching his limit. He felt like he was getting close to cumming. His cock bucked and lurched, causing pre to arc through the air. With each flex and tense of his cock, with each squeeze of his tender nips, a spray of milk spurted from his tits. It felt so good. It felt like his tits were cumming!
Saman’s eyes fluttered. He was on the verge of fully surrendering himself to the orgasmic bliss that was building in the base of his cock, but as his eyes drifted in and out of focus, he caught sight of an alert on his screen.
“Free edit mode enabled.”
Saman had no idea what that meant. What were they editing? He could not remember. Nor did he have the mental bandwidth to try and figure it out. He just wanted to cum and grow and grow and cum.
Grow…? What an odd thought. Why would he even think that?
But as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it just as quickly vanished.
Meanwhile the chat was erupting. Emojis were firing off so fast that instead of a swarm of fire emojis, it looked like a solid, writhing tendril of flames erupting from the side of the chat box. Alongside the roaring blaze of fire emojis was a torrent of eggplant and milk emojis that were coming in so fast that it looked like a monsoon.
The chat was getting more erratic. Things had reached a fever pitch. Not only had free edit mode been enabled, but those who were typing commands were so into it that they had stopped even trying to pretend to have restraint.
“Cock + 5!”
“Breasts + 4!”
“Balls + 9!”
Saman stepped awkwardly forward. His nuts were so huge that the sheer weight from them resting against his feet and shins was causing his feet to fall asleep, but he had dealt with this enough to know a quick fix. He shifted from side to side as he wobbled forward. His gigantic tits scraped along the ground on either side as he did so, but soon, he was comfortably seated atop his own swelling sack. It was surprisingly comfortable. His nuts were just so massive that the rest of his body didn’t weigh enough to hurt, and since his tits rested solidly on the ground, he didn’t even have to worry about the weight of those either.
“Cock + 3!”
“Breasts + 10!”
“Sensitivity max!”
Saman moaned and slumped forward. He did not have the energy to try and stroke his cock anymore. The thing was wider than he was. It was so huge that had it been standing fully upright, it would have smashed into his ceiling, and his tits were so huge that they rested on the ground on either side of him. He barely looked like he even had a body. The view from the webcam showed an enormous battering ram of a cock sticking out between two colossal tits that were each the size of a smart car, and behind him, was a pair of nuts that were every bit as huge as his tits.
Meanwhile, the chat had gone eerily quiet. They were all watching with bated breath as Saman writhed and moaned. His monolithic cock bucked and lurched. Milk sprayed from his massive tits. His colossal nuts tensed visibly in their sack. It was clear he was about to cum. Saman wanted to make it last longer, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
Saman’s back arched. His entire body tensed. There was a pause that seemed to go on for ages as everyone watched and waited for Saman’s release. Then the dam burst.
Saman cried out as a massive burst of jizz erupted from his colossal cock. The spray of milk from his oversized mammaries ramped up into a steady stream. His room and his equipment was quickly getting drenched in his various fluids.
Saman’s monitor was completely drenched in jizz. It was so coated that he couldn’t hope to read the chat. Meanwhile, the chat was similarly blinded by cum and milk.
“I can’t see shit!”
“That was hot but clear the screen!”
“Clean up, aisle sex!”
“I want to see!”
“Fine. Fine. I have an idea,” the user from earlier said. Once more, his name flashed green. A familiar chime rang out indicating another poll, but this time, the results were not seen by anyone in chat, let alone Saman himself.
Saman gasped for breath. Cum was still flowing from his cock. Milk was still spurting from his tits, but the stream was clear.
Of course, it was. He had done this enough that he knew to use waterproof equipment. He knew to set up safeguards in advance so that his lurching, panel-van-sized cock didn’t knock over any equipment, and he had a full industrial apparatus set up to catch his cum and milk.
Saman continued to writhe and moan and cry and gasp for air as his entire body was wracked with mind blowing, orgasmic climax after orgasmic climax. As he writhed and moaned, as his cock lurched and cum spurted, the pumps on his nips and cock sucked up the fluids and safely stored them in massive vats in the back of the room.
While Saman continued to cum and moan and moan and cum, the chat was once more abuzz with activity.
“Oh! Nice save!”
“No muss, no fuss!”
“I kinda miss the mess, lol!”
“Think we can break the tanks?”
“Call that an overflow error!”
“Cock + 5!”
“Balls + 20!”
“Dude. That’s so much!”
“Balls + 20!”
“Cock + 20!”
“Tits + 10!”
Saman was wracked by a surge of orgasmic bliss that short circuited his brain. He was already beyond blissed out, but suddenly he lost the ability to even see or hear. All he could do was moan and writhe and cum and spurt. Everything faded to white. Even the sounds in his ears faded to a dull whine. All he could feel was the bliss of cumming.
He had no idea how many times he had cum. He had no idea how long he had been spurting. All he knew was that eventually, the torrent of jizz and milk tapered off until they stopped altogether.
Saman drifted between groggy consciousness and post-orgasm stupor. Yet despite his exhaustion, despite the intensity of the afterglow, he couldn’t shake the sensation that something was fundamentally different.
He was more erognious zone than man at this point. His colossal tits were each the size of Humvee. They were so wide and so soft that he could have lain facedown atop even just one of them and had plenty of room to spread out, but of course, he had other body parts that would have gotten in the way if he tried. For starters, his nuts that he was reclining atop were both the size of a small house. The combined mass of his massive nuts made his sack as large as a municipal water tank. His massive, softening cock was the size of a freight car. It was so huge that there was no way he could straddle it. Rather, he was perched atop it!
Saman’s head was swimming. He was delirious from the orgasm and overwhelmed by the afterglow, but there was more to it than that. Despite how much he had just cum, he didn’t feel fully drained… but of course, that was normal. That’s why he was kept hooked to the pumps, after all.
Saman’s cock still had a pump clamped to the tip. A steady stream of jizz was being siphoned off even though Saman’s cock was no longer rock hard. His colossal balls were just so full of spunk that he never fully got ahead of it. Even his massive tits were so full of milk that they never fully stopped leaking. That’s why he had these devices. That’s why he lived in this massive warehouse. After all, there’s no way his cock and balls would fit in an apartment or anything like that. Saman couldn’t even fathom what it would be to live in such a place. He had been so huge for so long that he couldn’t even conceive of a ‘normal’ life.
As Saman hovered between afterglow and unconsciousness, his gaze drifted towards the chat once more. The chat was still abuzz with a flurry of body parts and modifiers. Saman’s tried to wrap his head around what they meant, but he was too blissed out to focus. All he could do was moan as he felt his semi-boned cock swell beneath him. However, the chatter came to an abrupt stop when the name from earlier flashed green once more as the user activated their admin powers.
Another alert briefly flashed onto the screen. It vanished so quickly that Saman wasn’t even sure he saw what he thought he saw.
“Public editing: Off”
“Size scaling: Locked”
“Warning: this will lock in current sizes. Proceed? Y/N”
Yes.
“Template saved as default. Prior defaults deleted.”
Saman felt a wave of something wash over him. He wasn’t sure what it was or what it signified, but there was a sense of finality that was equal parts exciting and soothing.
Saman groggily eyed the streaming feed. There was no video game streaming anymore. The webcam feed now took over the entire stream. Saman and his colossal cock and balls and massive tits filled the screen and then some.
As Saman watched the stream, he noticed that the video was shifting, but this was normal. His warehouse had a full CCTV system. There were several cameras all over the massive, cavernous factory-like floor so that his fans could admire his cock and balls and jugs from every possible angle. The stream tended to cycle through them, but there was a separate site devoted to allowing people to pick the camera of their choice.
Saman chuckled groggily at the image. He looked so huge on the screen, but a lot of that was because his gaming monitor was massive. It was less a monitor and more a movie screen. The screen covered the entire wall, but it wasn’t like Saman could use a normal computer monitor. His cock and balls and tits were so huge that the mounting arm for such a monitor would be impractical. He just didn’t have room in here for furniture. His tits and cock and balls filled up every inch of his warehouse, and the small spaces in the room that weren’t flooded with erogenous flesh were devoted to massive vats which housed his constant flow of cum and milks.
No matter how many times he saw it, it still felt surreal. It was as if some part of his brain was shouting that this was physically impossible. This could not be real, but of course it was real. He was living it right now, and he had memories of growing up and growing into his current endowments.
Saman reached over and grabbed his keyboard and mouse. He was amazed that they had managed to stay perched atop his tit even during all those shudders that coursed through his body while he was cumming, but he had done this enough that he had gotten good at placing his peripheries where it wouldn’t be knocked loose.
“Hey, everyone. I would say sorry for cumming on stream like that, but I feel like most of you came here just to see that,” Saman said groggily into the camera.
There were cheers from the chat in response.
Saman smiled. It was fun to joke about how much he came, and he was sure that a lot of his fans were there just to see that, but he had a stream to put on – a gaming stream. After all, he wasn’t just a huge set of cock and tits. His condition made it so he couldn’t leave this airplane-hangar-sized bottling factory. As such, he had spent A Lot of time gaming, and over the countless hours, he had gotten good at it – Very good at it.
“I see a lot of new names here today. Please remember to like and subscribe. I’m always looking to grow,” Saman said.
He meant to say “grow my following”, but in the moment saying just “grow” felt right. Saman had no idea why he felt that way. It didn’t really matter, though.
As Saman thought about this, he noticed the chat in a tizzy once more. Something about what he said had struck a chord.
“We should do a stretch goal!”
“Oh! If we get him a big enough following, maybe he’ll turn on the ARG again!”
“Let’s make him the biggest streamer!”
Saman laughed as he read the chat. “Yeah. Let’s make me the very biggest,” he said and gave a playful wink to the camera.
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