Drinking from the Firehose
One of the side effects of having a big snout is that it's easier for you to take in the smells around you. Sometimes this can be good--as my waistline can attest, it makes food smell better. Sometimes it's a little more of a burden, like when you happen to find yourself in a poorly-maintained public restroom.
But the best part, at least if you happen to be as slutty as I am, is when you can pick up the scent of someone's arousal.
If you can find yourself a guy who's already turned on by you, getting to third base ought to be easy.
(In theory, at least. In the real world things don't always turn out as we expect.)
Doug's birthday party was drawing to a close. The lion's family had left well before midnight; his friends had started clearing out a little later, save for a couple of huskies who'd volunteered to stay and finish off the beer they'd brought--and their cab had just come to carry them off.
I lay sprawled out on the couch, rubbing my full stomach. Over the course of the night, I'd managed to ask about a dozen people "hey, that birthday cake looks good, can you bring me a piece?" and my stomach was now struggling to digest what was surely a full three quarters of the whole thing.
Doug shut the door after the departing huskies and came up to the couch. "Are you going to be able to make it home tonight, Musky?"
I inhaled deeply, and caught a whiff of the unmistakeable from the ever-prominent bulge in his pants. Yeah, I could, I thought. But you've got something else on your mind, handsome, and I'd like to help you with that.
"I don't know," I said, grinning up at the burly lion. "I'm so desperately fat I'm not sure I can even get up from this couch."
"Liar," he said, reaching for my paws to pull me up. "I'd be surprised if you were a pound over three hundred."
He pulled, but even bracing himself against the couch he was unable to shift my weight. He knelt by the couch and put an arm around my gut. "All right, maybe three fifty. Still, you can move, fatty."
I ran my fingers through his russet mane, rubbing behind his ears. "Mmm, but why would I want to, when I have a big belly-lovin' kitty I could be cuddling?"
"Musky..."
"Dougie. Just imagine. You, all over this belly." I gave my gut a couple of pushes, making it wobble under the lion's chin. "Maybe... grab what's left of all those two-liters, drain 'em into this gut, ride it hard... Wouldn't that be a good time?"
"Musky, please..."
"Call me Papa Musk."
The younger lion's ears reddened and he whimpered into my bellyfur. "Pa-- Papa Musk, please... I can't..."
"Oh? Why not?"
He covered his face with his paw. "I... I really have to piss, Papa Musk."
"OINK," I said, and pointed to my muzzle. "Just point it here then, buddy."
"Nonono... I can't, I--"
"Not into it?"
His blush deepened. "I'm... too pee-shy... I can't do it when anyone's watching... or nearby... or waiting for me... I won't be able to go unless you leave. I'm sorry, Papa Musk..."
I stroked the lion's mane for a bit and sat up on the couch. "Hmm... request denied."
"Musky..."
I got up and took the lion's paw, leading him back to the bathroom. "You and me are going to take care of this problem. C'mon."
Doug blushed even redder, an expression something like terror coming to his face. "It... can't be this bathroom..."
I started to realize this might be a more severe problem than he was letting on. "Well... show me."
He led me to the back of the house, through his bedroom to the master bath.
Now, I'd never had the opportunity to see this far back into his house. But I would have expected something in line with the rest of the house--nothing too big, nothing too fancy, nothing too unusual.
Doug's bathroom broke this expectation.
There was no sink, no cabinets, no shower--no room indeed for any of those things. The toilet bowl was an enormous basin that stretched nearly from wall to wall.
"Um," I said.
"Yeah, so, a regular toilet can't drain fast enough, so..."
If he regularly needed this much drainage, I could see why he'd end up piss-shy.
I began to feel rather thirsty.
"Do you still think you can help me... Papa Musk?"
The lion was almost snarky. But then, I figured if he was really holding that much in, a little annoyance about his desperation might be excused.
"Actually, I have just the thing." I took the morphichron off my neck, holding the little gold not-quite-a-pocketwatch in the air by its chain.
"That's the body-changing thing, isn't it? I... I'm not sure that's the kind of help I'm looking for..."
"We're not going to be concerned with what's inside," I said. "As far as we're concerned, this is just a swinging watch on a chain. Look at it go--isn't that nice? Have you ever been hypnotized before?"
Doug was a bit skeptical, but the lion turned out to be a pretty decent subject--one can use a state of strong focus to bring oneself into trance, and there are few needs that grab the focus like the one that currently had him shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Soon even that desperate dance had fallen into a hypnotic rhythm.
And I counted him down from ten down to one, watching his fidgeting lessen as he went deeper and deeper.
Finally he was ready, and I put the morphichron back around my neck.
I rested a paw on the entranced lion's chest. "Now... how do you feel, Dougie?"
"Good, but... I really, really need to piss..."
"Mmm... and what keeps you from doing that right here and right now?"
"You're... you're here..." His voice was faint, as though he were unsure.
"So I won't be here, then. Shut your eyes for me... that's right... now, you'll slowly come to realize that Papa Musk's not here anymore. It's just you and your big toilet and my voice coming in over the speakerphone. Isn't that right? You're alone and you need to piss real bad, so what do you do?"
The lion immediately let his pants drop to the floor, kicking them behind him as he exposed a cock with a thickness that most can't achieve without substantial quantities of silicone. (I was impressed, but not intimidated--I've got a big mouth.)
He hefted that hose with an uncertain expression on his face.
"Now piss for me, Dougie."
"I-- I can't."
"No?"
"There-- I-- I know you're not here and I'm alone in the room. But... but there's somebody sitting in front of me and I don't want to hurt them." His face shifted as he tried to resolve the contradiction between the suggestion and the reality.
"Keep your eyes closed. Hold on, it's okay, let me think about it."
It's a common misconception that hypnosis enforces obedience. But subjects do protest sometimes, especially when safety and their well-being are at stake.
"Is there something dangerous about your piss that might hurt someone?" I realized I should have asked this question sooner--if he pissed liquid hot magma or something it might've been better not to tempt fate to begin with.
"It comes out very hard, very fast."
"That's all?"
"Water cannons are dangerous," he said, and I lifted my morphichron back up and tapped at a couple of the icons inside to make sure my body would be resilient enough.
"I can handle it," I said, as I felt the change pass through me.
"You're not even here."
I laughed. "All right. Dougie, I'm going to put-- I mean, in a moment there's going to be a... tube put around your cock. It's reinforced by a bit of magic, so you don't have to worry about damaging it. But once you feel it secured in place, I want you to just let loose, all right? You can only hurt yourself if you try to hold it in much longer. And once you know the tube can handle it, you'll want to fill it as much as you can. Got it?"
"I can't hold it in much longer," he repeated. "If it holds up I'll fill it as much as I can."
I inhaled deeply and opened my maw wide, engulfing that massive girth, and inch by inch forced it down my throat. When he was fully hilted and my snout was buried in his pubic fur, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight.
Doug let loose.
'Very hard, very fast' was definitely an accurate description. I felt the initial blast like a punch to the back of my throat--if I hadn't been holding on to the lion so tightly I'm sure it would've just knocked me back into the toilet bowl.
As it was, it was still a struggle to hold on as the rush of it flooded into me. The very sound of it was intense--the escalating gurgle and roar of churning piss were very like the sound of a bathtub being filled, and basically for the same reason.
Though my face was too far buried in the lion's crotch to see it, I could certainly feel my already-stuffed gut swelling out with the heavy burden of piss, the weight of it forcing my legs apart so my belly could hang lower.
Doug grabbed the back of my head and held me in place as the flow continued, the tumult of piss echoing in my ears.
The hanging weight of my gut increased second by second until finally it rested on the cool hard floor. The strain of the stretch was overwhelming and my snout turned fairly blue as I waited for the opportunity to breathe again, but my body held up.
As my belly started pushing out against the lion's legs, threatening to unsteady him, I finally felt the stream easing up. Doug put his hands on my head and pushed me off his cock and I gasped for breath, feeling the scent of his piss at the back of my throat.
I looked down, seeing myself stretched out like a water balloon and filling most of the space between the toilet bowl and the door.
Doug was catching his breath too--draining a firehose like that must be a lot of work. By the way he looked at me, I figured his release must've knocked him out of trance.
"Thank you, Papa Musk," he said.
I tried to respond but was interrupted by a massive belch, several seconds of musky air escaping my throat.
The lion only laughed at me. "You're such a pig, Musky."
"Hey now. I helped you get over being pee-shy. Don't I get credit for that too?"
Doug hefted his cock and grinned. "Not unless you can handle the rest."
"The... rest? Wait, OINK--"
He pushed me backwards into the toilet bowl with a splash.
And I realized that even as hugely bloated as I was, I didn't come close to filling up the porcelain.
He'd been holding back.
He pushed down on my piss-filled belly as I tried to pull myself out. "And since you handled it so well, I want to see if I can fill you as much as I can..."
And as he crammed that firehose in my maw again, I got a feeling I wouldn't be able to leave Doug's bathroom for a good long time.