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Randal groaned softly as his body started moving without his permission again, pulling him away from the game that he had almost beaten. He knew that there was nothing he could to do stop it, already feeling his neck warming up as the control chip implanted back there came to life again. The controller wanted another show, and he would not be denied no matter what the raccoon was doing.

He stood up as he turned off the game system, his hands already moving down the bottom of his shirt, gripping it and tugging it upwards. It was a familiar motion, one that his body had been doing without his consent all too often lately. Ever since he'd come back from the doctor's office after his last check-up, his body kept getting up and doing things without his permission.

The first time had been when he was alone, thankfully, almost three weeks ago. Since then, he'd been triggered, as he thought of it, at least once a day. There was never any warning to it, never any build-up other than the slight feeling of warmth on the back of his neck when the chip turned on. It just started, and his body moved without any input from him.

The shirt slipped off of him without trouble, showing off his upper body. He was no bodybuilder, but he kept himself reasonably fit. His chest was flat, and his belly was tight, his fur smooth and slightly shiny from being well combed. A few little lines of muscle could be seen through it, but nothing bulging, mostly corded. His fingers ran over them on their own initiative, rubbing his belly lightly before moving on, grabbing hold of the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down.

He blushed a bit as he was reminded of the underwear he always wore now, a pair of latex speedos. They were already stretched out by the enforced erection that the chip gave him, the length throbbing inside of his underwear. Due to th properties of the undergarment he didn't have a wet spot, but his arousal was undeniable as it was artificial.

His cock throbbed visibly through the latex, and he could feel the pre from his cock pooling inside of his underwear, thick, creamy, and slick against his fur. He let out a moan before he could stop himself, feeling it soaking his balls, running along the crack between his ass cheeks and against his hole, making it feel wet, ready. The feeling was hot and sexy, and when his hands fondled his cock without him telling them to, the raccoon moaned softly again, appreciating the light stroke.

They didn't stay there, though, dropping to his side. He felt the controller take control of his legs, kicking the sweat pants off to the side before taking him out of the room. He was walked through the kitchen and then back to the stairs, going up them two at a time, moving him faster than usual. The controller must be particularly eager today, he thought to himself as he reached the second floor, turning to his room.

The controller had him pause for a moment as he shut the door, turning to the full length mirror that was attached to the door. As he was forced to pose, he wondered just how much the controller could see through his eyes. It was obvious that the controller could see some things, but if he could see everything, why did the controller have him go up here all the time, turning on the webcam to put on a show rather than simply posing in the mirror like this? He still hadn't figured that out, and considering how things had not changed for three weeks, he wasn't sure that he was going to.

Still, he had to admit that he didn't mind posing in the mirror like this. He had a good body, with a reasonably lean and slightly muscled frame, a thick though not particularly long bulge, and a pretty good sized butt.

The controller turned him around as he thought about it, forcing him to shake it at the mirror, forcing him to look at it as he did so. His butt was just a bit bigger than proportional to the rest of his body, and it stretched the back of his latex underwear a lot. There were points where the black material almost got stretched too far, and he had needed to replace three pairs so far, his ass proving just a little too mighty for them and damaging them past the point of wearing by its sheer size. It was expensive, particularly when the controller was making him pay for it out of his own pocket.

Nevertheless, it was a good look for him. The tight pants showed off his large ass cheeks perfectly, skintight and showing every curve they had. One hand lifted up and slapped against it, and he could see the few little jiggles the latex allowed for a moment before they faded.

But the controller didn't want to wait any longer. He was forced away from the mirror and turned towards his computer. A little button started the computer powering up, and he groaned as his hands fondled his bulge through the underwear, teasing him and keeping him erect with manual stimulation to go along with the direct nerve stimulation from the chip in the back of his neck. Randal moaned as he felt more pre leaking around inside of the latex underwear, soaking into his sheath, his balls, his cock. It even slipped back to his ass, some of it sliding between his ass cheeks and getting his hole slick and wet.

His head was turned towards the toy that was sitting on a shelf just a few feet from the computer. It was more familiar than he ever imagined a dildo getting, a full nine inches long and a full three thick. The thing was vaguely human shaped, if a human could ever get that big, and had a domed head before it turned to a single universal thickness, a thickness that reached a rounded base. It wasn't a knot, because there was no stand below that, just a big bulb that was so huge that it would be impossible to get it into anything except a well stretched elephant, and he wasn't even sure that would be possible.

It only took the computer a minute to finish booting up, and then it offered him a screen of options. The only thing he paid attention to were the internet connection - already achieved - and the status of his webcam. Another click turned it on, and his fingers danced over the keyboard. He could almost imagine his controller at another computer, typing out the keys an instant before his fingers did the same, logging into a messenger account - not his - so fast that he couldn't see the username or the password. It was always the same, he could tell that much, but he was never given a clue just who he was logging in as, or where.

Soon the familiar broadcasting window came up, filling up the entire screen. One side was blank white, purely for text, while the other side was set up for video. His video, he was reminded as his body filled that side of the screen up. He blushed, knowing his bulge was fully on display, and knowing that it was about to get a lot more explicit.

His ringed tail lifted as the comment section came to life, anonymous viewers shouting about how much they wanted to see, how hot he was, how they wanted his underwear off and his ass in the air for them. Only some of them would get what they came here to see, he knew; the controller never seemed to take orders from the text part of the thing, only doing what he wanted to do.

Today, he had Randal kneel down in front of the camera, pulling down the front of his latex briefs. His cock spilled out, the band coming back to press just behind his balls, pushing them forward under his cock. There were waves of gasps in the text, compliments to the size and thickness of his cock coming through to his embarrassment, but even as he blushed, his body was forced to stroke itself, forced to push himself to greater heights of excitement. Moans, only half controlled by his mysterious controller, escaped his lips as his hands skillfully teased himself.

Some pre flowed out from behind his underwear, and more still as one of his hands slid back, pushing part of it off of his ass, enough to allow his hole to be exposed. He knew what that meant before his other hand left his cock, reaching up to the toy.

One person, a regular, started warning everyone that he was going to blow soon, and to enjoy it while they could. Randal groaned in his head, unable to do it for real, and lifted himself up as his hand robotically set the toy down on the floor.

It pointed up at his ass like a missile, and despite having taken it daily for so long, he could barely believe that it fit in his ass. Thick, long, and altogether ridiculous looking, it somehow managed to get all the way into his ass up to the bulb nine inches past the head. Somehow.

His body started to sit down, and he groaned as he was made to place his hands on his thighs. He knew what was coming, and so did the regular viewers. Not that he knew what they were talking about anymore. The controller had made him close his eyes as he lowered himself.

The pre served a useful purpose as the toy touched his ass, rubbing between his ass cheeks and getting slick with the stuff before pressing against his hole. Relaxed as he was, and ready from a previous round earlier in the day, the toy started sliding in quickly, easily breaching his anal defenses. It spread him open wide, and he groaned again, a grunt of pleasure leaving his lips despite his lack of control, despite being pushed to do this by someone that he had never seen or heard from.

His cock throbbed and danced with every inch that slid into his ass, pre squirting from the tip rapidly, falling in strings to the floor below. The raccoon moaned, his ringed tail twitching behind him, his legs quivering as he took the third and the fourth inches into his ass. It was so thick, so very thick.

His balls started pulling up at the fifth inch, the flow of pre getting stronger, his nose filled with the smell of his own musk. He could see nothing, could hear nothing but his own moans and the soft pings of the chat window as more messages filled the screen. Randal wanted to look, but the controller didn't, so he was forced to keep his eyes closed as he slid down more.

The sixth inch, and the seventh, made him moan loudly, and his legs nearly gave out completely at the pleasure that threatened to push him over the edge. His prostate was constantly being rubbed and pressed against, and he couldn't hold back the near constant moans coming from his lips. Pre flowed from his cock down his shaft and over his balls, dribbling off of him and onto the floor, almost forming a puddle in the already soaked carpet.

The eighth inch slipped in, and his breath came in pants, gasps, as he knew what was coming next. His hole twitched, tightening and relaxing rapidly over the toy, and his face burned with his blush. He knew what was coming, knew what the last inch would bring. Even more people were going to see him -

And the ninth inch slid in. His mouth opened in an o of pleasure as both the toy and a signal from the chip sent him over the edge. One knee slammed down against the floor, and his entire body trembled as he came, his cock bouncing up and down as shot after shot of cum went flying from his cock. He felt cum and pre running down the toy, leaking from the underwear and from his cock as the shots stopped going so far, cum oozing from his cock down his balls and between his legs to the toy, everything covered in a bubbly white liquid, the pungent odor of his cum and musk all that he could smell.

He was forced to hold that position for almost half a minute, panting with the pleasure of his orgasm even as it faded, before he was allowed to open his eyes.

The screen was filled with comments of how hot it was that he came from the single insertion, wanting to see more. He blushed, begging for mercy, unsure that the controller could read his thoughts, but hoping that he would receive mercy.

The controller must have agreed, or perhaps was simply bored, because he moved Randal to the computer and had him turn off the camera. The messenger system went after that, the raccoon sighing softly as he was allowed to turn off the computer. The controller turned him towards his bed on the other side of the room. He forced him to keep the toy up his ass, pulling the latex underwear back up, but at least he didn't have to put on a second show.

He grunted as the toy was forced a little further up his ass, the bulb at the bottom rubbing and grinding against his hole, and he sighed softly in relief as he laid down, the chip cooling against his neck as the control was released.

Before he could get up and go back to the game or clean up, he heard his cell phone buzzing against his desk. Randal got up, walking over to it and unlocking the screen.

It was a text message. The sender was unknown, but it was clear to him who it must have been, from the contents. It said, "Keep that toy in your ass. You'll need the stretching for the next one I'm sending you."

The raccoon looked up at the ceiling with a sigh. This toy was huge, and the controller wanted him to use a bigger one? For more shows, doubtlessly, which were embarrassing enough as it was. At this rate he was going to have to replace his carpet from all of the cum stains that he'd been leaving within a month, and his ass would need to see another doctor from how much use it was getting.

So why the hell was he grinning at the idea?