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It was a hot, sunny, humid summer day in the city, people from all walks of life enjoying the weather in their own ways, whether it was walking in the parks or sitting out on their balconies, or eating out on restaurant patios. One person in particular, a bat named August, had very much underestimated how hot it would be. Along with his usual footwear he had on black sweatpants and a hoodie, making him sweat up a storm while he was walking along. He wasn't annoyed enough by the sweating to the point that he wanted to stop, but he had to drink quite a bit to keep himself from getting dehydrated. He didn't mind much, since there were so many places selling some cool water for cheap.

Eventually something caught his eye, making him stop in his tracks. It looked like a colourful lemonade stand had been set up, and sitting in a chair behind it was a large-eared enigma, relaxing in the shade underneath an umbrella. They gave him a little wave, and he was happy to walk right on over. "How much would the biggest cost?" He asked, looking at the different sizes of cups they offered. "For you? It's free, my dear customer~" They said in a way that made it easy for him to tell that they were probably grinning wide under their mask. Of course, he was sceptical. "Uh.. why, exactly?" He asked with a raised brow, but looking at the large pitcher of icy-cool lemonade on the table made him feel much thirstier than he already was. Water was good, but something sweet would be so nice. "What, an enigma can't show a bit of kindness on a warm day? That, and you're the first one to want something. Plus you look like you're about to have a heat stroke." They replied with a shrug, still smiling. "Er, sure, then." He said, definitely not planning on turning down a free, cold drink.

They quickly pulled one of the plastic cups from the stack, picking up the pitcher of lemonade and pouring it in, ice cubes rattling around together until the vendor stopped pouring and snapped a lid on the cup, sticking a straw through it and handing it to him. "Enjoy your beverage~" They told him, and he gave them a nod. "I sure will. Thanks a lot!" He replied with a smile, happily walking away as he sipped on the lemonade, huffing happily from the sugary, somewhat sour taste.

Before he knew it he'd completely emptied his drink, even having sipped up all of the water from the now-melted cubes, so he tossed the cup in the garbage and kept on walking. He found himself wanting to get some more, but when he returned to where he originally found the stand, there was only an empty space. I wasn't gone that long.. He thought to himself with a pout, but he wasn't upset about it to the point that he was going to do anything about it other than just moving on.

He didn't make it too far before he felt a familiar need from below, all the water he'd been drinking (and the lemonade) making his bladder plenty full. In fact, it felt very full, to the point that it made him stop and go still from the worry that he might piss himself if he didn't immediately hold. The worst of the feeling subsided almost right away, but he knew that he still really needed to go. He did already feel some of that pressure before, but it wasn't nearly as urgent or insistent as it was now. He wasn't going to wait to question it though, hurrying away in search of the nearest bathroom.

He struggled to hold it in as he looked around, not finding any that he wouldn't have to pay to use. As his frustration grew, so did his need to piss. He tucked his tail between his legs, his hands tight by his sides while he kept trying to hold it all in, his eyes darting from one way to another while he searched for a bathroom, seeing none. He was at the bursting point, but there was no way he was going to just piss himself, especially not right in front of everyone. The moment he saw an opportunity he took it, running right into an alleyway between two currently-closed buildings, into a small lot behind one of them that was hidden by the other surrounding buildings. A few little drips leaked into his underwear as he ran, but he managed to whip his cock out just in time before he couldn't hold any more, letting out a shaky sigh as he emptied his bladder onto the brick wall in front of him. He pushed hard, trying to finish as fast as he could so he wouldn't get caught, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment while he looked around and continued to urinate.

Once he was eventually done he huffed, shaking the last few drops out and tucking his cock back into his pants. Looking at the puddle he made, big enough that he had to step back to avoid getting it on his shoes, it seemed like quite a bit more than he'd usually make. He was drinking a lot though. He hoped there weren't any cameras in the area that he missed, but he made a break for it and rushed away before anyone could see him there. The rest of the day went well enough with no more close calls like that, but he kept drinking plenty of liquids and had to use the bathroom quite often, even after he got home. He wasn't worried at all though, he hardly even noticed the difference in how active his bladder was.

In the morning he woke up to his bladder feeling incredibly full, as if he was going to wet himself any second. He kicked his blankets off of himself, practically leaping out of bed and going to his bathroom as quickly as he could, relieving his bladder in the proper location. He thought it was weird, never remembering having to go like that in the morning, but despite his worry he took a shower and got dressed afterward, leaving his house for the day. The rest of the morning and afternoon went normal enough, but he knew something was off. He was urinating far more than he normally would, both in frequency and the sheer amount, even though he was drinking a lot less than yesterday since it had cooled down. When he had the time he looked it up online, trying to find out the cause of his troubles, but he couldn't find anything that sounded like his problem. Going to a doctor could end up expensive, not to mention embarrassing, and he didn't want to go through that whole process just for it to probably stop on its own in a few days.

In the evening, around the time the sun was disappearing over the horizon, he was finally on his way home. He'd have to take a train back, and though the ride wouldn't be too long he went to the bathroom before getting on, just in case. Only a few minutes later while he was sitting on the train, as if to spite him, his bladder felt achingly full. "O-oh no.. no no no.." He groaned, pressing his legs together and looking around. There weren't many other people on the train, only a few of which were near him, but it wasn't like he'd be happy about the situation even if he was the only person on the train at all. It'd still be a while until the next stop, and even longer until his own stop. He just prayed that by some miracle he'd make it to a bathroom.

As time passed he became increasingly desperate, squeezing his legs together and gripping tight to the edge of his seat, shuffling his shoes against the floor. At one point while nobody was looking he went to the end of the cart, just so he could get a bit further away from everyone else that was there so they couldn't see him struggling to not piss himself, and in the absolute worst case scenario, so they wouldn't see him failing to not piss himself. They wouldn't see as much, at least. It felt like that possibility was becoming more and more certain with each second that passed, and he was becoming less confident that he could hold it in. The occasional rocking of the subway didn't help, even that slight shifting enough to really make him feel the sloshing inside his bladder, a few droplets dribbling from his tip whenever he relaxed for the slightest moment.

Eventually the train slowed to a stop as it pulled into a station, but as the doors opened he already knew that it didn't mean he was good to go by any means. He'd already tried to get up again, hoping that standing or pacing around would help, but the instant he started to lift his butt from the seat he almost lost control and sat right back down, jamming his hands between his legs and tucking his tail in with them, where they still remained while he squirmed. He didn't take his eyes off of the open doors, counting the agonisingly-slow seconds while he waited for them to close, taking much longer than normal. He could hear the speakers come on the outside of the train, his heart sinking as he heard the speakers saying that there was an issue with the doors closing, and there'd be a short delay until it was fixed. He almost teared up after hearing that, a small part of him briefly considering giving up so he wouldn't have to hold it in anymore.

The doors closed after what felt like an eternity, and he had to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground so he wouldn't be rocked too much as the train started to move again. He kept his eyes down to the floor, trying to focus solely on not losing control. He'd been holding so much, his bladder so full that it actually swelled up, distending his lower abdomen out underneath his hoodie. Giving it the lightest touch made him gasp, more leaking into his pants and soaking the fur of his crotch, that intense pressure like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was so focused on keeping it in that he didn't notice the train stopping again, the doors opening at his destination and soon closing before the train kept on going.

As his muscles tired and his resolve weakened, he couldn't stop increasingly large squirts of urine from escaping into his clothes. He could feel drops of it running down his thighs to settle under his butt, the fabric covering his crotch already thoroughly soaked to the point that it'd be impossible to miss if his pants were a lighter colour. Alas, he couldn't even contain that for much longer, and with a defeated whimper a few more spurts of urine were let out before he lost concentration for just a second and those spurts and dribbles immediately turned into a heavy stream. He whined loudly, still pressing his hands and tail to his crotch as if it'd make the situation any better, intense heat blossoming forth from his groin as he pissed himself right in his seat. The soak rapidly spread further, covering everything from his knees to his waist in moments and ruining his pants and underwear, but there was plenty to go. It pooled underneath him, spreading to the seats to his sides, no small amount spilling from the front of the seat to make a quickly growing puddle on the floor, streams running down his length to make sure that his socks and shoes were hopelessly soaked as well. The wetness even spread up to his hoodie, the fabric over his stomach darkening as it absorbed his mess and clinging to his fur.

There was no chance he'd admit it, but it felt shockingly good to let go, even if it wasn't his choice. The overwhelming pressure finally dissipating, his bladder getting to rest as it shrank back down and emptied, all a sort of weight lifted from his chest. It was so wonderfully warm too, like a hot bath or shower, making him relax and further let go while he trembled. He kept going until nothing was left, letting out a relieved sigh before remembering where he was and immediately sitting up straight, his heart skipping a few beats while his eyes darted around to the few other people in the train. None seemed to notice him yet, and one was even sleeping. That didn't make him any less nervous though, especially once he looked down and saw how much of a mess he made- with how large the puddle was, it looked like he must've pissed himself five times, if his bladder was completely full each time. There was absolutely no way he'd be able to even start cleaning this up, including his soaked clothes. His cheeks burned hot with embarrassment and shame, and he wished he could just shrink away and disappear.

Soon the train slowed to a stop as it pulled into another subway station, and as the doors opened he leapt up without even thinking, running out before anyone could see his mess, even though he was leaving behind a trail of wet footprints. He ran to the nearest bathroom, making sure he wasn't followed before using lots of paper towels to try drying himself off. Obviously it wasn't successful, and he could barely clean up the worst of it with his clothes and fur remaining soaked. In the middle of his cleaning he felt his bladder ache again, and he huffed loudly and blushed again. Luckily he was still in the bathroom, and after making sure nobody was around, he pulled his dick out of his pants and relaxed right away, a shiver going down his spine as he began to urinate heavily, as if he didn't piss out liters just minutes ago. Even now there was still far much more than normal, once again increasing his confusion about it all. He didn't feel quite as worried as earlier though, after all, other than how much he was pissing he didn't feel sick at all..

Once he was sure he was done he checked the nearest map, surprised to find out that he was two stops past his own, letting out a frustrated groan. Doing his best to stay away from other people he got on the next train in the other direction, going back home to his apartment as quickly as he possibly could. Fortunately that train was empty except for him and there were no other delays this time, letting him get home with his dignity at least partially intact. As he entered his apartment he felt the need to go making itself known again, and he let out a frustrated huff. "Of course.." He mumbled, heading straight to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the toilet, a hand going to his waistband before he stopped himself, his face turning red as he had an idea. An idea that, before today, he didn't think he would ever have. He was still in disbelief of his own actions as he stepped back from the toilet, instead stepping into the bathtub next to it, gently putting his hands on his cheek and crotch. He took a shaky breath in as he thought about what he was about to do, his heart beating like a drum. He was really about to piss himself on purpose, even though it was in the privacy of his own home and his clothes were already wet, and he was standing somewhere where the mess could easily be cleaned. He trembled as he let go, wetness once again spreading from his crotch as he emptied his bladder into his pants, quickly soaking the fabric and reversing any drying he'd done.

Golden urine quickly pooled around his feet, his socks and shoes even more wet than before while the surrounding puddle grew, pouring down the drain while he kept on pissing and pissing. Both hands went down to his crotch, rubbing and squeezing his bulge, spreading the wetness around while he soaked himself more. Once he was done he still didn't stop rubbing himself, moaning quietly as his bulge grew and hardened, to the point where he was basically just jerking himself off through his pants. He couldn't restrain himself, pulling his cock free to start stroking it right away. It was all wet with urine, droplets being flung about as he shamelessly rubbed one out while standing in his piss-soaked clothes. He couldn't remember ever being so hard and horny as he was now, all nine inches of his length throbbing with a burning need, and he didn't stop until he came much sooner than usual. He groaned lowly, shoes squelching wetly as his toes curled inside them, both of his hands gripping tight to his shaft as it shot out fat ropes of cum onto the bottom of the tub and his hands, his heavy balls tensing up to pump out his load.

He felt his cheeks turn hot as he came down from that pleasure high, embarrassment for what he just did finally setting in. I just did that.. I pissed myself and came to it.. He thought, letting his half-hard dick flop down while he looked at his cum-covered hands. It felt so good to just let go and wet himself like that, better than he could've imagined. But it was gross, there was no way he could ever become.. the kind of person to be into that. That's what he told himself at least. He wiped his hands clean on his already stained pants before stripping out of his clothes, tossing them into a wet pile, then taking a long and hot shower to wash himself clean multiple times. Afterward he tossed the soaked clothes into his laundry hamper- and cleaned up the puddle he accidentally left by throwing it all on the floor- before he had to use the bathroom again, doing it in the proper place this time despite having a few temptations. He quietly went to bed after, pulling the blankets right up to his neck and trying not to feel too guilty about his fun in the shower. He'd experienced a lot of unexpected things today, and as he dozed off he found himself wondering about when he'd do it again..

Days passed, and his theory about the problem disappearing on its own couldn't have been more wrong. He'd even noticed another problem, not that it was anything too worrying to him. At first he just thought that his clothing shrank in the dryer, since he had a few more 'accidents' in his bathtub and had to wash everything more often than normal, but it didn't take him long to realise that he was actually growing larger, now being a full foot taller than usual at nearly seven feet tall. His junk grew faster than the rest of his body, his shaft being a good foot and a half long now and his balls being considerably larger. Most of his clothing still barely fit since he usually wore rather baggy things anyways, but none of his underwear fit at all. He actually tore every pair of underwear he had while trying to put them on one at a time, so even if he had a way to make them bigger they all had massive holes or were split into pieces. Luckily he still had shoes to wear, after a pair he ordered online was sent a few sizes too large and he decided not to throw them away due to how expensive they were.

Of course his bladder continued to become far more productive, to the point where he was pissing litres even if he barely drank anything at all. He was starting to learn when to expect the need even if it was still getting more frequent, so there hadn't been any more public accidents since the first time on the train. That didn't mean he wasn't constantly tempted to wet himself, but he managed to resist those temptations, at least until he arrived home and he got to stand or sit in his tub as he relieved himself. It'd become a part of his routine, really, the bat wetting his pants at least once a night, resulting in him putting his laundry hamper near his bath rather than in his bedroom. Of course he still felt embarrassed about it, but each time he did it he could practically feel more of his shame melting away, and his lust getting stronger.

On this day he was out and about, walking in one of the city's parks on a somewhat cool day. His clothing clung tightly to his body, especially to his hefty package, his bulge incredibly obvious despite his member still being entirely flaccid. He noticed all the eyes on him due to his size and his 'size', but he did his best to ignore them. He knew he was hard not to look at, and he may as well have been naked with how large his bulge was. He made his way to a quieter forested area, his shoes crunching the gravel path with each step, strangers walking by him in the other direction every once in a while.

He stopped as he spotted a small stream going through a pipe underneath the path, watching the water noisily flow over rocks. It gave him an idea, just in time for his bladder to make itself known. He looked around, seeing and hearing nobody else, deciding that was good enough and pulling his shaft and sack from his pants, letting them flop down under their own weight, out in the open for anyone to see. He started walking along like that, genitals bouncing with his movements, and in the middle of walking he started to piss freely, sighing happily as he left a wet trail on the path. He knew it was risky, if anyone came into view then he wouldn't be able to hide, or even hide his dick, let alone stop himself from pissing. He wasn't fully against the idea of wetting himself in public again, but he'd rather avoid doing it right in front of someone.. for now, at least. The risk only made him more excited, his heart beating faster as he thought about someone seeing him pissing so shamelessly, not even bothering to hold his dick.

Even with how long it took him to finish it seemed like he lucked out, not encountering any other people during it. Despite the excitement he didn't wait to tuck his package away once he was all done, the front of his pants a bit wet from some stray drops, the inside getting a bit wet too since he didn't bother shaking off or anything, wiping the wetness on his hand off onto his shirt. He turned a corner and was surprised to see someone there, not a stranger but not quite someone he knew either. It was the enigma from a few days ago and their lemonade stand, already looking toward him and giving him a wave, seemingly unphased by his growth. He was less surprised by seeing them again, and more by the fact that they were in the middle of a forest trail to sell their lemonade.

"Hello again, my most favourite customer! What brings you here on this fine day?" They asked cheerily, resting their chin on their hands. He chuckled and stopped in front of their stand, looking down at them with a hand on his hip. "What brings you out here? I can't imagine this is the best place to be selling lemonade, especially with clouds like this." He asked. "Well I'm sure you can see that this isn't exactly some big corporation.. the people that come by here are enough for me to profit." They responded with a shrug. "I find it hard to believe you make any profit at all. You didn't even charge me last time." He laughed back.

"In that case, how about another free drink for old time's sake?" They asked, already pouring him a big cup. "Heh, can't turn that down." He responded, taking the lemonade from them. He did feel rather thirsty, even if it wasn't that hot out compared to the last time he met them. "You know, I think it was around the time I got a drink from you that things started to change.." He thought out loud, taking a sip of his citrusy beverage. They snickered at that, getting him to pause. "I miiiight have put some of an experimental brew in it. But it looks like it worked out just fine~" They said in a mischievous tone, and though he was surprised he couldn't find himself being upset. "Really.. Is there more in this one?" He asked, giving his cup a little shake. "But of course! More of it than before too." They responded, and that was all he needed to hear. "Well then, I'll just be off to enjoy it. I'm guessing I'll see you again later?" He asked as he stepped away, looking back at them. "Probably not, hah." They laughed, and he rolled his eyes as he took another sip. His growth obviously didn't even need to be mentioned, but he decided not to say anything about how he was urinating so much- if that was an accident, then he didn't want it to be fixed. Not that he would want it to be fixed if it was intentional, either.

It seemed like his drink had simply vanished with how fast he drank it, and he gave his belly a satisfied pat as he sipped out the last few drops of lemonade, tossing the cup into the first garbage can he found. He soon reached the park's exit, just in time for him to need to piss again. There were a lot more people in the area here, so he wouldn't have a chance to try relieving himself in hiding or wetting himself, but there was a bathroom he could use which he went straight into. He had a hunch that something would go awry, but that didn't stop him from freeing his cock- half erect, after the excitement of his little walk- and pointing it down toward the toilet bowl he stood in front of, before releasing another heavy stream of steamy urine. It was far too loud to sound remotely normal, as if someone had a hose pointed into the toilet bowl, and he knew that. If someone heard, then so be it. It felt too good for him to hold back, a dreamy look on his face as he kept pissing.

He was oblivious to how fast he was filling up the toilet, too busy enjoying the feeling to see the water level quickly rising higher with no sign of stopping. About a minute passed and it still hadn't slowed down, so he finally looked down just to see the toilet completely filled with urine, constantly pouring over the sides and adding to an already wide pool on the floor, so big that it already spread far past the stall he was in. How long have I been going..? He thought, his cheeks turning bright red. Sure, he was embarrassed by making such a mess, and he felt bad for whoever would have to clean it, but.. Something about being the cause of such a thing, creating such a filthy mess all on his own, felt better than any orgasm he'd ever had.

He slowly rubbed his dick even while he continued urinating, pointing his shaft up so his golden stream splattered against the wall and sprayed around, splashing back onto him. It got on not just the floor but every surface in the stall, and he didn't make the slightest attempt to stop it. His cock throbbed hard as it grew, and he was happy to keep stroking even while soaking his hand with his piss, the toilet bowl still overflowing with it. The entire bathroom smelled strongly of his urine, staining everything with his scent while it steamed heavily.

He didn't try to hold back at all, but with how he was emptying his bladder he could hardly even recognize the signs of an approaching climax. He didn't notice until he was right at the edge though, and he let out a loud moan as he finally came. He went weak in the knees, leaning back against the stall door with a heavy thud, jerking his long cock with both hands while it pulsed and tried pumping out cum. He made an impressive amount of semen, sure, but it was reduced to gooey white streaks in the geyser of piss that was gushing from his urethra. It was such an intense feeling that he struggled to stay standing at all, sliding down to his ass and sitting right in the pool of urine and continuing to stroke away..

Eventually he was done, his bladder finally emptied and his half-mast dick left with a small gape. He was exhausted, leaning back against the stall door with his hands by his sides in the pool of urine that filled the whole bathroom, the one small floor drain struggling to empty it all out. Once he could feel his legs he slowly stood up, not that he was in any rush, tucking his soaked junk back into his pants before opening the stall to look at the mess he'd made. It was like a sauna, the bathroom hotboxed by his urine's musk, everything covered in a layer of moisture from the steam. He wiped some off of one of the mirrors, looking down at his soaked hand and huffing loudly. He didn't know what possessed him as he brought that hand up to his face, giving the piss-soaked fur a slow lick across his palm. He shuddered not in disgust or shame, but in pure enjoyment and pleasure. He stuck a finger right in his mouth, sucking on it in an attempt to pull some of that dirty nectar out of his fur so he could get a better taste.

He barely managed to snap himself out of that trance, pulling his finger from his lips and realising what he'd just done. He didn't get much of a taste, but getting one at all wasn't exactly planned. That was a whole other kind of filthy that he told himself he'd avoid, even after multiple intentional wettings at home, but now that resolve had immediately crumbled. He wanted a better taste, a bigger taste, enough that he could actually feel it on his tongue and feel it in his belly. He shook his head, looking down to see his renewed hardon pulsing needily, and he had to stand there clenching his fists to avoid grabbing it. "A-alright, maybe later.." He told himself, taking a deep breath and tucking his balls back into his underwear with his dick under his shirt. He took one more look at the overfilled toilet, feeling a sort of lewd pride at what he did, but he hurried right out of there before anyone else would see- it was a miracle he had privacy for that long, even. The entire back of his pants was soaked with urine after he'd sat in it on the floor, but with how the fabric appeared while soaked only in the back it could've simply been an odd fashion choice, which is what most assumed. Those who were close enough to smell him knew some of the truth of course, noses wrinkling or occasional coughs being let out, wondering why this incredibly tall bat smelled so strongly of urine. He didn't pay much attention to them, if any, just going about his day as if he didn't completely ruin a public bathroom. As usual he wet himself in his own bathroom before taking a shower, happily going to sleep soon afterward.

In the morning he woke up feeling much warmer than usual, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was actually incredibly pleasant and wet, all over his furry body. Wait.. wet? He opened his eyes, ears twitching as he realised what was happening, feeling the familiar sensation of his bladder being emptied, right against the blankets and sheets above him. His bed was already completely soaked, the bedset and mattress saturated with urine around him, the blankets heavy with liquid weight. He must've been at it for a while already, but it seemed like he woke up normally without his urination interrupting his slumber at all. The realisation that he was pissing himself in his sleep really made him blush, to the point where he didn't even care that he'd ruined his bed beyond repair.

He kicked the sopping-wet blanket off of himself, freeing his member with it flopped to the side on his hip, a hand reaching down to adjust it so its flow was aimed up to his belly and chest. He enjoyed the feeling of it washing over him, warmth drenching his fur while he laid in a pool of it, a naughty idea crossing his mind. He gently held his dick, pointing it further up so it could spray across his chest and neck fur, and with a slightly higher aim it poured right onto his face and into his waiting mouth, immediately covering his tongue with that powerful taste. He moaned over the splashing as it filled up his maw, his face and head getting soaked with his piss for the first time. The taste was on an entirely different level than when he tasted it on his hand yesterday, making him shudder in delight as his mouth was completely filled, urine pouring from the sides of his maw. It was gross and he knew it, it wasn't like it tasted good, but something about it being so depraved made it so much more arousing.

He closed his mouth, swallowing it all in a few gulps and feeling it all settle in his belly, making him feel so incredibly hot inside. He huffed hotly, the taste and smell lingering on his breath, and he wanted more of it. He sat up, bending down with his dick still in one hand, bringing his face right to his tip and closing his lips over the head of his cock, pissing right into his waiting mouth. He almost gagged, not from the taste or smell but because of the sheer force and amount of urine there was, and he had to start swallowing it as fast as he could to avoid spilling too much of it. It didn't take long for it to fill his stomach completely but he was still going, moaning around his own dick while chugging litres of his urine.

The pressure got to be too much, bringing him to his limit even with how his belly was swelling out, and he had to pull off with a deep breath in, letting his cock flop down while his bladder poured the last of its contents onto the bed in front of him. He sat back on his elbows, letting out a hot sigh that smelled like his piss, his belly big enough to make him look pregnant. He put a hand on it as it wobbled and sloshed, blushing heavily as he adjusted to such an unfamiliar, intense sensation. He wanted to stay there and enjoy it, playing with his squishy tummy, but he managed to force himself out of bed to look at the mess. It was almost entirely soaked, a huge puddle underneath it from all of the urine dripping right through it. I'll clean that later.. He thought to himself, walking to the bathroom, each step making his belly bounce.

His shower was barely a rinse, soap and shampoo remaining untouched, and he had to piss two more times before leaving his home. He didn't clean his bed or even take the blankets and sheets off, leaving all of the urine-stained fabric there while it became even more irreversibly stained. He was barely able to get his clothes on, especially because of his inflated gut, so he did the best he could and let the bottom of his shirt rest on top of his belly, leaving his house with his gravid-looking stomach out in the open. He got plenty of stares almost right away, some surprised and some confused, some grossed out. With how much time he spent around his own urine he'd gone a little bit nose blind, so he hadn't truly realised how strongly he still smelled after his shower.

He made his way to a nearby mall, looking around at the different clothing stores. The first many didn't have anything close to his size, but he managed to find one more meant for people his size. He glanced toward the person by the counter, who seemed to be the only employee he could see, who simply gave him a bored look in return. He casually walked around the store, seeing clothing that looked too big for even him, and he made a mental note to return there later when his new clothes would most likely be too small. He picked out some items that seemed like his size, taking an armful of them to one of the spacious changing rooms and locking the door behind him.

He tried on a few outfits before he felt like he had to piss again, and he was about to pull his pants down before a thought crossed his mind. The nearest bathroom was so far away, and he was about to buy all of this clothing anyways.. so what was the harm in having a little fun? He barely finished that thought before letting go and feeling the familiar, lovely heat of him wetting himself, ruining his brand new clothing and making a puddle on the floor. He knew that it'd be impossible to hide the mess, and someone could probably see the puddle as it spread from under the door, but he didn't care and pushed harder, pissing himself even more.

Midway through he had an even better idea, pulling his dick from his soaked pants and aiming it at the pile of the other clothing he was going to buy, soaking it all as well along with the too-small outfit he'd brought there. What a mess, this is so gross.. He thought to himself, cheeks blushing from how arousing it was. He pointed his shaft up, making sure to drench not just his clothing but every inch of his body, giving himself a golden shower that was sure to stay obvious to anyone who got close to him. Once he was eventually finished he got dressed back into his 'usual' clothes, his member stiffening from the sensation of the wet fabric clinging tightly against it, sticking to his wet fur. Even his shoes were filled with a puddle of urine, which he didn't even pour out before putting them on, flinching from the loud squelch they made with each foot going in.

He picked up the rest of the clothing, no small amount of wetness dripping from it in his arms, slowly opening the door to the changing room and stepping out. The puddle was bigger than he expected, spreading into every other changing room and further, a good portion of the back of the store's floor drenched. He walked over to the counter, the cashier's eyes widening as they saw and smelled him, and they took a step back as he dropped the pile of clothes down with a wet splat. "Just these today, please." He said politely, as if that countered the grossness. They considered walking away, but decided it (barely) wasn't worth it and put on a pair of plastic gloves before checking his items out one at a time, doing their best to touch the clothes as little as possible. He paid for the clothing and was on his way, carrying it all in a few bags. He still felt embarrassed, but not exactly ashamed. It felt too good for him to feel guilty about it.

He briefly stopped home to change into one of the new outfits, dropping all of the others in a wet pile on the floor and pissing himself again before he went back outside, not cleaning up any of the mess he left behind. For the rest of the day people didn't want to be near him, his scent only getting stronger, but he didn't mind. He only wet his pants one more time while he was out, managing to make it to bathrooms every other time and flooding all of them. Each time he let go he enjoyed it even more, more of his shame and embarrassment metaphorically flooding his pants with each wetting. When he returned home he couldn't even stop himself from wetting himself again in the elevator, and he watched as it covered the floor from wall to wall and reached halfway to his knees before the doors opened and it was able to pour out, mostly into the elevator shaft. He didn't leave until he was done though, mostly because he wasn't the most keen on leaving a trail of urine stains right to his apartment.. not yet, at least.

After pissing into his bathtub, briefly considering actually trying to take a bath in it, he stripped out of his wet clothes and tossed them onto the wet pile on the floor. His body was plenty wet too, fur still drenched and not given a chance to dry off. He looked at his bed, all the wet blankets on one side and the mattress still drenched.. There clearly wasn't any chance of him cleaning any of that, so he'd have to buy an entirely new bed and a bedset for it. That was if he actually wanted to, at least. I'll shower in the morning.. He thought as he climbed into bed, pulling the blankets over himself and laying his head down, feeling the wet sheets squish against his crotch and making him shiver. He just barely managed to resist the urge to jerk off, or to wet himself again, and soon fell into a very horny sleep.

When he woke up again he felt just as unusually warm, but as he rolled onto his back from his side and felt the wet splashing and squishing of the bedding around him and the puddle he was laying in, he realized that things were a bit different than yesterday. Even though he wet himself in his sleep again- something that aroused him far more than it embarrassed him- he stayed asleep through it this time. It wasn't exactly the most different experience, but something about it, the idea of letting go so casually without even knowing, made it so much better. So much in fact that he immediately reached under the sheets to grab his cock, huffing loudly as he pleasured himself in his mess, not caring about how gross it all was..

A week passed, and as each day went by he fell further into debauchery. He'd only taken two showers, neither of which had any soap, and he only cleaned his bed once- then he pissed on the blankets and sheets before he even put them back on his bed. He didn't clean any of his clothing, and he had to buy two new outfits anyways due to his continued growth. He was around fourteen feet tall, he hadn't done an accurate measurement, his cock reached up to his chest when it was hard, and his balls were about as large as his head. Under his thick foreskin things had become quite grimy, his glans coated in a layer of slime made up of old pre, cum, and urine, a few whitish flecks of gunk starting to form. As tempted as he was he hadn't touched it, but he certainly enjoyed sniffing its filthy stench. He noticed that his butt and thighs had grown quite a bit bigger than normal, and softer. even his bladder had grown too, enough that it made his belly look a little bit larger as if he'd gained some weight. His body itself wasn't the only thing that grew, as he hadn't shaved at all. His armpits, crotch, balls, and ass growing some extra dark fur that gathered more of his sweat, urine, and musk. There was lots of it to gather with how much he was sweating now, his entire body always at least a bit damp, with his smelliest parts sweating much more than the rest of him.

He still went on his usual walks, but he knew that it wasn't just to get outside and stay fit anymore. He wanted to show off to everyone, even if they were grossed out by him. In fact, strangers being grossed out made it even better, he loved being the centre of attention and having everyone's focus on him, even if it was to stay away. There'd been more than a few times where he pissed himself or pissed in the open while people were watching, bewildering them with his overwhelming productivity and smell. Any time he went out, he made sure to make a huge mess somewhere, not that he really had a choice at that point. Most of what he drank was his own urine, and there was no small amount of people who saw him do it. Whether he was chugging a water bottle he filled with it, or drinking it right from the tap, it was one of his favourite things to do in public. He'd make sure people saw the filth hidden under his foreskin too, further proving that he wasn't bothering keeping himself clean. He didn't feel an ounce of guilt or shame from any of it, and he felt even more turned on knowing that he should have felt ashamed of all of it.

A whole month went by in a blur, and his transformations showed no signs of stopping. Around the time he was getting to be too large for his apartment he happened upon the enigma again, not at their lemonade stand this time but instead sitting back on a park bench. They seemed completely unbothered by how he appeared, which made sense considering they were the one who did it to him. They were jovial as usual, and to his surprise they offered him a new home that would fit him much better. Earlier he might've been sceptical, but it was clear that they weren't exactly normal, so he was happy to accept it. They showed him where the new home was, and he wasn't surprised that it was a small home on the edge of the city. He was surprised that it was plenty larger on the inside, already fully furnished too. They didn't even get a cost involved, telling him it was payback for being their guinea pig. If he didn't love the changes so much, he might've been upset by that.

He was at an even more ridiculous height, nearly forty feet tall, his shaft long enough to reach his mouth while entirely flaccid and his balls reaching past his knees. His bladder bulged his front to the point that it made him look a few months pregnant, and even if he just finished pissing, pressing against it would make him go again, even if there'd be less than the first time. It went without saying that he was making a lot more of it too, to the point where it made his previous messes look small. In fact his home was always flooded with it, the floor always a foot or more deep in urine. He hadn't washed himself at all outside of golden showers, nor had he cleaned anything in his new home, or his old home before he moved out of it. The dark, unkempt areas of his fur had grown even fluffier and filthier, and he enjoyed burying his own face in his messy fur to take deep huffs of his scent. He didn't have to order new clothing, not because he wasn't still getting bigger, but because it seemed that his most recent outfit- which just so happened to come with the house- grew with him. He wasn't complaining at all, since it meant that he'd get to wet the same clothes over and over again, covered in filthy stains from his urine and grime. All of it resulted in his normally white fur being stained a dirty yellow, and he knew it was going to stay like that.

It was a morning like any other for him, waking up to the loud spraying of his heavy stream of urine against the headboard of his bed with his tip by his shoulder, his mattress more like a sponge that failed to hold everything in. He didn't need any blankets to keep him warm, the constant gold bath being more than enough, but he quite enjoyed having the wet, musky fabric on top of him while he slept. He lifted up the blankets and grabbed his greasy cock with the other hand, aiming it right for his open mouth and instantly flooding his maw, lewdly gargling it before gulping it down. He barely had to lean forward any more before closing his lips over the first few inches of his dick, the flow so heavy that it bloated his cheeks and sprayed from his lips before he could even swallow, though he did his best to get a few mouthfuls down before pulling off with a happy sigh.

He sat up still pissing, stretching his arms and yawning before pushing the blankets aside. He knew just how he wanted to finish this morning. He laid on his side with a leg up, holding his balls aside with one hand and using the other to pull his tip down between his legs, pressing it to his sloppy tailhole and pushing it right in. He groaned as his urine flooded his bowels, swelling out his front as it filled his stomach too. He pushed his cock deeper, feeling it stiffen and grow slightly, letting his urine surge deep into him without any restraint. The pressure in his belly grew rapidly as it was filled more, and it only took a few seconds before he couldn't hold so much. It started to gush back out of his tailhole, but he was filling himself far faster than he could empty, and only a few seconds more passed before he felt it rise up his throat and suddenly gush out of his mouth, pissing right through himself and enjoying it in such a shameless, depraved way.

He laid back down as he emptied his bladder into his rear, moaning as his urine kept pouring from his mouth, his stomach growing larger and more pressurised as more sprayed from his maw to splatter all over his body. His belly could only contain so much even with it stretching so far, and soon enough the gold flood began to pour from both his nose and his ears, his entire body completely overwhelmed by the seemingly unending flow of urine. He relaxed completely, still holding his cock deep in his rump, shuddering and moaning while he made an absolute mess of himself.

Minutes passed before he was finally done, his bladder emptied enough for him to stop after he had piss gushing from his face for what felt like an eternity. "F-fuuuck..~" He moaned, barely managing to swallow the last mouthful with how stuffed he was, his nose and ears still leaking some. He momentarily took his hands away from his cock, pushing hard with his rump until it was forced out of him, followed by a heavy outpour of urine.. and his tailhole turning inside out, shiny black flesh rolling out with a wet slurp. His massive prolapse grew larger as he kept pushing, still pouring out his urine all over the bed, covered in a slick slime from the inside of his rear, quivering with each clench of his tailhole.

He pulled his shaft out of his loose rear, a heavy flow pouring from his tailhole onto the bed, and he brought his tip right up to his face. He pulled back his foreskin, taking a deep sniff and moaning with pleasure from the scent. His continued abstinence from cleaning resulted in much more cockcheese than before, the entire head of his cock buried in a layer of creamy, thick, oily, greasy, foul smegma, small bits dripping off as he rolled back his foreskin. He let his long tongue slide out, dragging it against the tip of his cock and shuddering with delight from the taste of that rancid filth getting scooped onto his tongue, coating it with that gunk.

He let go of his prick, letting it rest on his body and bloated belly, laying back and raising his arms above his head. He pressed his snout deep into his bushy armpit fur, breathing deep and feeling that overwhelming musk flood his lungs, so strong he could taste it just by trying to smell it. It's not like he was against tasting it, partially because that was exactly what he had planned. He opened his mouth, panting hotly against that dark and musky fur, dragging his tongue against it as he took another deep breath, giving his grimy pit a deep, slow lick. It was intense to say the least, and he was practically addicted to his own stench as he licked and sniffed again- no, he was addicted, and he knew it. He loved it.

After he was done sloppily making out with his armpits for a while he got up, his stomach sloshing while his mess continued to leak heavily from his ass, stepping into the deep pool of urine that filled his home. He reached one of his hands behind him, grabbing his prolapse with a wet squelch and pushing it back in by shoving it into himself with his fist, accidentally pulling it out again when he took his fist out, having to stuff it in again before it stayed, for the time being. He found his clothing floating around, putting it on without even shaking it off, letting his shirt stay over his huge belly since it obviously wouldn't fit under the fabric. He opened his front door, plenty of his piss pouring out into the surrounding area before he stepped outside and closed the door again, stretching his legs. It was a hot and sunny day, so his musk would be extra strong, not that it wasn't always extra strong from him with how sweaty he was, visibly steaming even on cooler days.

Today he had a specific plan in mind, and the weather was perfect for a walk there, on a route that would ensure he'd cross paths with all sorts of people. As he walked along he was pleased to see people walking away from him, his smell from both his markings and sweat almost suffocatingly strong up close, as if him being forty feet tall wasn't enough to frighten people away. Wherever he walked he left a large wet trail just with his sweat, but that was nothing compared to the torrents of urine that he frequently let out, making it look like areas had partially flooded after a heavy rainfall, though that 'rain' was constantly steaming and giving off one hell of a stench. He leaked out most of what he filled himself with too, his ass left gaping slightly and his belly once again flat.

He eventually made it to his destination, pleased to see that everything was just as he left it. It was a large, deep, empty outdoor pool, which he imagined had closed due to it being in a part of the city that people rarely visited. That just meant he was free to fill it up himself, though he knew he might've done it anyway even if the pool was full and busy. He stood by the side of it, pulling his large and dirty cock from his pants and letting it smack down against his leg, giving it a rub before grabbing it around its middle and aiming it into the pool. He was no stranger to flooding things, but something about the thought of filling an entire pool was irresistible to him. Thus, he soon let go of his bladder with a shaky sigh, a veritable river of urine surging forth to splash loudly in the bottom of the deep end, making a puddle that rapidly grew wider and deeper.

It wasn't like he ever held back anymore, but letting go to this extent to see just how much he could really make was something special. It'd only been a few seconds and the pool was already deep enough for most people to submerge themselves in it! The flood continued to rise higher and higher, his legs trembling from the pleasure of pissing so much. He felt like he was just barely getting started by the time his urine reached the edges of the pool, spilling over the edges to soak the surrounding area while he just kept going and going.

When he was finally done he couldn't help but fall back on his ass with a heavy thud and a splash, sitting in a deep puddle of his urine with his feet over the side of the pool, his dick resting on top of the bulge of his huge balls. He was content to sit there like that for a bit, relaxing in the heat of his own mess, before he heard a familiar voice. "Looks like somebody's having some fun, hmm~?" His enigma friend said, standing to his side. He jumped a bit in surprise, not having heard them approach at all. He smiled down at them, chuckling quietly. "Sure am. What brings you here?" He asked casually.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thought I'd give you another offer.. Well, it's more of a gift~" They responded, climbing up on his leg and standing on his thigh. That piqued his interest, seeing what other gifts they'd given him. "What is it?" He asked, barely able to hide his excitement and curiosity. "I'm sure you remember the lemonade I gave you, let's just say that I perfected the brew I put in it~" They laughed, their tail swaying behind them. "It's much stronger than before, and I'd be giving you a much larger dose. Who knows how big you'll grow, or how much of a mess you'll make.." They warned him, but they both knew it was more to entice him. He nodded immediately, his dick twitching at the thought of growing even bigger.

"Good, good. I already knew you were going to say yes, but I had to ask~" They chuckled, lifting their loincloth and pulling their underwear aside, revealing a fat, veiny, meaty package and saggy nuts which seemed much too large to fit in their clothing. Another 'bigger on the inside' thing he guessed, licking his lips at the sight of hot urine already dripping from their urethra. Their dick looked even filthier than his own, shining in the sunlight from the layer of grease covering it, and as they pulled back their foreskin he couldn't even see the head of their cock with how much smegma was covering it. "Get on your stomach, big fella. I know just how to give it to you~" They told him and hopped down from his leg, and he was happy to roll over onto his stomach next to them, propping his front half up on his elbows, his cock pushed between his shirt and his body, pressed against the ground.

They climbed between his legs, standing on the soaked butt of his pants and wetly smacking their soft but heavy and dirty dick against his rump, reaching up and pulling down the back of his pants and underwear to expose his sweaty, smelly ass to them. "Gotta say I always love a guy who keeps himself nice and musky~" They huffed as they spread his cheeks wide, unable to even see his tailhole with how much thick, fluffy, musky, dark and dirty fur there was in the way. "I don't plan on washing myself anytime soon, so don't worry~" He said, lifting his tail up high for them. Without another word they buried their face deep between his cheeks, and they really buried it, to the point where the entire upper half of their body could hardly be seen between the massive bat's massive ass cheeks.

His hairy tailhole was larger than their head, dripping with excessive amounts of sweat, which they were happy to lick up while they were practically steamed by his musk. They both moaned from that slow lick, his toes curling in the pool behind him and his cock throbbing under him as it hardened, while they licked again, and again, and again. "You know, I've never actually been rimmed before..!" He huffed loudly, unable to hold back an occasional reflexive clench as they slurped away. "Oh yeah? How do you feel~?" They asked, though their words were muffled. "..Keep going." He said back to them, slowly humping against the ground while his shaft erected past his head, dumping precum into the large yellow puddles around him. "As if I was gonna stop." They chuckled, licking him again and getting a good taste of his slimy sweat and urine.

After they licked for a while more they got up, pressing the tip of their unwashed dick against his spit-lubed tailhole and sliding it right in, giving him a good stretch even though he was so large, and they weren't even hard yet. He shuddered and moaned, but they didn't give him any more warning before they started to piss deep into him, flooding his bowels with warmth. He moaned out loud, his long shaft throbbing hard under him. Someone else filling him rather than him doing it himself was brand new to him, and he immediately fell in love with the feeling. There was plenty of it too, not quite as much as he'd been making but far more than there should've been for someone their size. Almost right away he could feel himself changing, growing about a foot taller in just a few seconds and still getting larger, sweating more and becoming even muskier. The enigma chuckled, their hips pressed against his rump as they continued to empty their bladder into him, potion-infused urine being absorbed to cause even faster transformations on him.

He didn't even realise that he had to go before hot, steamy piss started to pour from his urethra like a geyser, much harder than it'd been even a few minutes ago, giving his urethra an intense and wide stretch and bulging out the entirety of his length, causing it to lift him up slightly. "Thaaat's it, let yourself become nothing but a big, smelly stud. Keep on pissing for me~" They murred lowly, giving the underside of his tail a lewd lick. It wasn't like he could stop now even if he wanted to, pissing harder and harder while his bulging bladder was pressed down against his dick.

Minutes passed and neither of them showed any signs of stopping, while August kept getting messier. He'd almost doubled in size, the enigma almost entirely buried between his thick, soft ass cheeks as they slowly grinded against him, filling him with more of their 'potion'. With how much piss he was making now the load he flooded the pool with looked small, the whole area over a foot deep in a yellow mess, drains unable to empty it all fast enough and the ground saturated. It was so hot that all of its steam made things seem foggy, his smell spreading further as it grew stronger.

It felt even better than before too, the stimulation in his urethra more than enough to drive him closer and closer to an orgasm, and soon enough he was brought right to the peak and beyond. He moaned out loud as he came, thick streaks of white mixed in with the neverending torrent of urine, getting lost in the flood. The enigma groaned as he clenched hard around their cock, reaching their own orgasm and shuddering as they pumped their semen into his ass, mixing with their flow of urine in the same way he was doing.

With how quickly he was growing and changing, it seemed like he wouldn't be done for quite some time, if ever at all. He wasn't worried about if it would ever stop, at least not in the usual way. He was worried that it would end up stopping at some point, and he'd have to pause that amazing pleasure until he was ready to go again. But he knew that even if that happened, it'd only be a matter of minutes- if not seconds- before he could once again piss for who knows how long, and once again experience such bliss. Consequences be damned.