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Buster Bunny opened the door to his dormitory room, dropped his backpack by the door, shuffled forward, and collapsed facefirst onto his bed. Exhaustion prevented him from moving for a while, until he began to suffocate with his muzzle buried in the mattress. Finally forced to move, the boy rolled over onto his back. He let out a sigh, burying his face in his gloved hands.

Exams were in session and they were grueling. With all of the hypnotic hijinks and sexual shenanigans going on, it was sometimes easy to forget that Longshaft Academy and Our Lady of Ecstasy were both SCHOOLS, and world-renowned ones at that. All day had been spent sitting in mind-wracking tests, trying to write essays, and using anything possible to jog his brain into remembering half-forgotten facts.

Given the ongoing tests, the day was spent on little else, with only breaks for lunch, bathroom, and in between classes. This also meant, that most unusually, there was no opportunity for sex during the day.

While for the other cubs, this meant just a lack of time to vent some stress, for Buster it was a bit more serious. Buster had a genetic condition, inherited from his father and grandfather, and shared with his uncle Bugs. Buster's testicles were hyper-productive. While it was a popular myth that a person could run out of semen from protracted sexual activity (utterly untrue; except in extreme dehydration, the body would continue producing semen as long as it could), the opposite was true for Buster. His balls produced too much semen. Ever since the moment of his first orgasm, his testicles had churned, producing heavy loads constantly.

This had only ever really caused an issue once or twice. The kids of the Twin Schools had so much sex that he was constantly emptying himself. But he had discovered that unlike the other kids, he NEEDED to do so regularly. After an incident where he had tried to save up for three days, and he wound up in the school clinic in serious pain, he had learned that he needed to be "drained" regularly.

Again, normally this was not an issue. Buster's girlfriend Babs was more than happy to "drain" him as much as he needed, and he was regularly playing around with his classmates.

But today, Babs had only had the chance to do so in the morning, like she normally did before class. He hadn't seen her at all during the day, and now that classes were over, she was too tired to do much else than go take a nap. The same went for most of Buster's classmates.

Buster groaned and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipping the fly. Wiggling his hips, and kicking his very large feet out of them, he sighed. His white briefs were distended by a simply gargantuan bulge, and utterly drenched in sticky fluid. He pressed a finger to the bulge, wincing as he pulled it away along with a clear, syrupy strand. His precum had utterly drenched them through.

Buster muttered to himself, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband, and pulled his underwear down. He had to quite literally peel it away from his body, his entire pelvis soaked in his pre.

Almost immediately, his long, pink cock flopped out and slapped against his stomach. The dripping length stained his clip-on tie with precum, spilling onto his shirt in a sticky blotch. Shimmying his underwear off of his legs, he revealed his enormous blue sack. Easily the size of a small bowling ball, it hung low between his legs. He grunted, slowly massaging the two swollen orbs within.

He wasn't in pain, or even anything more than mild discomfort at the moment. It took a lot longer than eight hours worth of build-up to start causing him any aches. But eight hours worth of build-up was still a bit more than was used to during the day. Usually, he only had this amount after a night's sleep.

Taking his cock in his gloved hand, he began to squeeze it gently, feeling the blood flow straight into it, causing it to stiffen almost immediately. The rabbit sighed again, laying back as he savored the sensation of his cock pulsing with his heartbeat, growing harder and harder and larger and larger in his grip. He lay there for several minutes, just relaxing, letting his exhausted mind rest.

After he regained a little of his strength and mental fortitude, he lifted his head to admire his handiwork. His penis was rock hard, twitching and drooling copious, messy strands of syrupy precum onto his shirt. The pink flesh contrasted quite pleasingly with his blue fur. It was twelve and a half inches long, almost precisely (like all Longshaft boys, he made sure he had measured carefully as a matter of pride). With his shirt off, it would have been long enough to reach past his navel. While he was one of the shorter kids at Longshaft, he was proud of being one of the thicker kids, with his girth being large enough that he couldn't close his hand around it properly. The glans of his penis was round, red-purple, and as big as his closed fist, half-hidden under a thick foreskin. The cumslit was as long as a quarter, drooling a steady flow of his pre.

But it was his testicles that were his most proud feature. Hanging low beneath his blue sheath, the furry sack was enormous even by the Longshaft kids' standard. He was easily the largest in his entire year. Even with all the trouble that his overproductive testicles caused him, he loved being the envy of the other kids.

"Meh... Might as well just get it done myself... No use wastin' energy tryin' ta find someone who ISN'T completely out of it..." Buster sighed, his raspy voice sounding a little louder than it was in the quiet room.

He gripped his penis with both hands tightly, enjoying the way the head bulged under the foreskin. Slowly pulling back, he peeled the thick hood away from his tip. As the shiny, smooth helmet was exposed to the air, it immediately swelled and shot a sticky gush of precum, catching Buster right on his pink nose. The boy spluttered and glared at his cock reproachfully, as if it had a mind of its own.

He was not going to last long. Already, he could feel his testicles swelling and churning. Buster sweatdropped, swearing he could hear a gurgling noise come from them. He shook his head, his ears flopping from side to side as he returned his attention to the task at hand.

He pumped his cock in earnest now, rubbing his hands up and down the swollen flesh. His own precum served as lubrication, as it bubbled liberally out of him. Slathering the syrup across his cock made it sticky and slippery, his hands sliding smoothly and polishing the flesh to a fine sheen.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Buster moaned to no one in particular, "Wanna spurrrt..."

After a minute or two, he stopped. His hands weren't going to cut it. Like most of the kids, he considered himself an expert at pleasuring his own or other's penises. But today, he just couldn't get the pressure to build.

Sighing heavily, Buster rolled back onto his stomach, trying to muster the energy and willpower necessary to stand up and rummage through his sex toy collection. He had broken his milker the other day by overloading it with cum, so he'd have to use something else...

As he turned over, his penis sank inches into the mattress. He blinked.

The mattresses in the dorm rooms were made out of a rubbery gel polymer. They were designed to instantly form to the body shape of the user, supporting them in any and every sleeping position. They were firmer than a water bed, but softer and squishier than any normal mattress, and surprisingly bouncy too.

Buster, like all the children equipped with a penis, had also found that the gel mattresses were delightful to hump. Exhaustion had made him forget that he had this option right at hand... or at cock, really.

The blue rabbit giggled to himself as he immediately set to work. He pulled his hips back, then drove them forward firmly. His foot of hot bunny cock sank into the mattress smoothly. The rubbery material rebounded against the sudden assault, bouncing Buster's hips back into the air. He grunted with effort, jamming his hips forward again and again as the bouncy mattress pushed back with equal force.

He moaned, feeling the soft, squishy, rubbery material surround his stiff flesh every time he pushed forward. A pool of precum formed in the sheets, splashing about every time he jumped forward. His cock grew more rigid, the flesh firming up even more than before as it pulsed angrily. His enormous balls jiggled and wobbled, bouncing back and forth with his movements.

However, they were bouncing less and less with each thrust. His sack was tightening, drawing close to the base of his cock. His shaft was beginning to convulse repeatedly, even as the flow of precum came to a stop. His little teardrop shaped tail stiffened. His large ears twitched.

Arching his back hard, Buster came. With a raspy howl of ecstasy, his cock began to convulse. Thick, hot white cream burst from the head of his shaft, splashing his sheets, drenching his pillows, and striking the headboard. He moaned in delight as his body shook, every muscle locked up. He couldn't move; could barely think as the most intense pleasure he knew surged through him in immense waves. He didn't ejaculate in delicate ribbons, or thick ropes like most of his classmates. No, his eruptions came in massive cables of pearly, milky goo; each lasting for thirty seconds or more as they drummed loudly against every available surface. Surges of semen easily measuring in pints and quarts fired from him against his bedspread, ricocheting up in messy globs and fat droplets to soak his fur just as much as everything else within a rather large radius.

His orgasm went on and on, as the first minute passed into a second, then a third. The sapphire furred bunny couldn't move; not when all of his muscles had seized up almost painfully. All he could do was ride the waves of rising and falling ecstasy, savoring each spray of cum as it rushed out of him in a cathartic gush. His arms and legs trembled as he held himself on hands and knees, his penis jerking about violently.

As he spasmed again and again, Buster found himself envious of one of his classmates. In the girls' school, Ryo-Ohki could control her orgasms. No one was entirely sure how she did it, but she could trigger them at will, control how much she gushed, or even stop them. Buster reflected ruefully how much easier his life would be if he could do that too. He could easily drain his swollen balls any time he wanted, and he could even stop spurting if he needed to; rather than spending up to fifteen minutes held rigid in orgasm, with no relief until his body decided it was done.

Buster could swear he actually could see the sound effect onomatopoeia manifesting in the air above him with the next ejaculation. He imagined a thick, milky white "GLRSH!!! GLRSH!!! GLUSHITY GLRSH!!!" written in three foot tall dripping block letters hovering above him. He added another gallon and a half of semen to the soaking mess under him with the next ejaculation, happy that the Headmaster made sure to make the beds cum-proof, and installed drains on the floor of every room. All he'd need to do to clean up would be to strip the bed, wipe down the gel mattress with a sponge, and mop all of his semen down the drain.

Finally, after having climaxed for a hundred thousand years (really only about eight minutes), Buster sagged to the bed with a very loud, gooey splat. The pleasure slowed over the next several minutes as his orgasm came to a close. Each spurt was smaller than the last. With a sigh, Buster rolled onto his back and stroked his foreskin up and down, milking every last drop he could out of himself.

His warm, fuzzy afterglow was ruined, however, when he noticed that his penis was not softening at all. In fact, it had started to drool precum again. Scowling, Buster took the immense effort to sit up. He reached down and cupped his furry balls, needing both hands to weigh them. They had decreased in size a little, no longer quite as inflamed or hard, but they weren't "emptied" yet.

Buster grumbled in irritation. Cleaning up the mess of one orgasm, even one as intensely superhuman as his, wasn't a big deal. He estimated a half-hour's worth of work, give-or-take, as the Headmaster had the foresight to make almost everything in the dorms cum-proof or cum-resistant. But cleaning up TWO orgasms would be a job that would take time and effort.

"Aw, man... I just wanna go ta bed, now... but if I don't take care o' this, I'm gonna regret it in the morning..." Buster grumbled to himself. He sighed, literally peeling his shirt off. Like his underwear before, it was now so completely sodden with cum that he had to pull the sticky fabric off his body; tossing it to the side with a loud splat.

Just then, the intercom system chimed. Buster blinked and raised his head.

"Buster Bunny. Please check your in-room replicator," a deep voice commanded. Buster's head went a little fuzzy at the sound of it, and he nodded slowly. His exhaustion completely forgotten, he walked over to an alcove in the corner of his room. A matter/energy replicator was supplied for every student, allowing them to instantly requisition any school supplies or toiletries they might need. Buster frowned, finding what looked like a pair of wireless earbuds sitting there.

He put them in his long ears, making sure they were fitted properly. The same voice suddently filled his head. It was deep, deeper than a Star Wars villain, deeper than a malevolent Tolkien wizard. It was a rumble in his skull, a soft velvety purr.

"This is the Headmaster, Buster."

"...I will do as you command, Headmaster," Buster replied, all thought and emotions instantly draining out of his head. His cock throbbed harder at the voice. The answer was instinctive, conditioned so powerfully into his deepest psyche that he had fallen into a deeper trance just hearing the Headmaster's voice addressing him.

"I know. You are a very good student, Buster," the Headmaster purred. Buster's cock twitched and splattered the wall with precum at the praise.

"I saw you were having trouble," here, Buster glanced up at the half-hidden surveillance camera in the corner of his ceiling, "and I decided to give you a little assistance. Go into your bathroom and sit down in your tub."

"I obey, sir," Buster said flatly, his head completely empty. He did exactly as he was told, shuffling with arms held out like a sleepwalker, moving into his bathroom. He climbed into the large tub inside, sitting down on the cold enamel. He shivered and reached for the faucet.

"No. Do not turn it on," the Headmaster ordered.

"Yes, Headmaster..." Buster answered, dropping his arm into his lap. He sat there, simply waiting for the next order, as the cold surface under his fuzzy rear slowly warmed with his body heat. His cock twitched and dribbled, his testicles throbbing with need.

"Now you can pleasure yourself without having to clean up quite as much," the Headmaster said, apparently having been aware of Buster's dilemma, "Now, turn sideways and hook your knees over the side of the tub."

"I will turn.... hook my knees..." Buster repeated vaguely, his large black eyes glassy and unfocused. Assuming the position the Headmaster ordered was not exactly comfortable. He was half on his back, his spine curled up on the other side of the tub. With his knees lifted so high, his cock poked him in the face, spouting precum into his face.

"You are the boyfriend of Barbara-Ann Bunny, correct?"

"Yes..." Buster replied simply.

"She's one of the few pure females attending Our Lady. Be honest, do you ever wish she had a penis like some of her classmates?"

Buster was silent for a moment as he pondered the question. He loved Babs immensely as she was. But with the Headmaster's question, he could not deny an incredible thrill that surged through his loins at the mental image of the pink-furred rabbit standing before him, wielding a pink cock as long as his own.

"...Yes, Headmaster," Buster answered.

"She's right in front of you. That's her penis poking you in the face."

To Buster's addled perception, the words became true. Hypnotized, the boy's malleable thoughts conformed to what he was told. Babs was there, grinning as her new, swollen cock twitched, spouting precum into his face. He panted, feeling his cock lurch at the sight, even as hers did the exact same thing.

"She wants you to taste her."

Buster shivered. The thought of what he was about to do... He couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and dragged it up Babs' penis, flicking it at the end against the fat head. She moaned in delight, throwing her head back, her beribboned ears swaying.

In reality, Buster was slurping quite loudly at his own penis. The moans he heard were his own. The sweet precum he tasted cane from his own flesh

"Oh, yes.... she liked that. She wants you to do it again, Buster.... and again..."

Far be it from Buster to deny Babs something she wanted. As the insubstantial, fuzzy image of the pink-furred rabbit bucked her hips forward, Buster lapped at her cock like a puppy licking a water bowl. Babs' cock was delicious, and he nipped and tugged at her foreskin with his large buck teeth. His tongue delved deep under her hood, swirling around her enormous glans.

In his mind, he wasn't on his back in a tub. Instead, he was on top of her, facing down towards her feet. His hypnotic trance created an illusion, his mind eagerly accepting it as real.

"She's pleasuring you too, Buster. Can you feel her tongue on you?"

Buster tried to respond with an affirmative, but his mouth was too full of rabbit cock to respond. He nipped at Babs' foreskin again, feeling her do the same to him.

In reality, it was the boy himself who was tugging on his hood, getting his own precum all over his muzzle.

He could not resist a moment longer. He could hear her moans around his penis, feel her pulsing against his tongue. He wanted to feel every inch of her. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, taking the head of her cock into his mouth. He strained, taking as much of the fat, steel-hard shaft as he could. It pulsed powerfully, gushing sugary pre onto his tongue. Babs squealed in delight.

The moans and squeals were his own, and it was his own penis that now pushed slowly, inch by inch into his muzzle. He grunted, lost in his hypnotic daze as he used the curve of the tub to slowly sink down deeper upon his own cock. His discomfort was ignored, as inch after inch of his own shaft slid roughly against his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down, suckling loudly as his eyes closed, the feelings overwhelming his senses.

"You are doing well. Barbara-Ann is about to cum. I bet you are too."

Buster would have agreed. The Headmaster's praise and the thought of Babs' penis erupting was enough to bring him to the brink of orgasm, even without his own tongue swirling halfway down his cock, tracing the veins.

"Then you... and Babs... may cum."

With the Headmaster's permission, Buster needed no further encouragement. His hips buckled forward of their own accord, burying several more inches of "Babs'" penis into his mouth. He felt an eruption of ecstasy, as that fat shaft began to jerk and pulse violently. Babs' imaginary cries of joy echoed in his head as he waited eagerly...

The first ejaculation was just as massive as the ones from his last orgasm. Buster's cheeks ballooned out enormously, as if he were a chipmunk stuffing his mouth. It ended as well as it would for anyone attempting to drink hot mayonnaise out of a hose turned on to spray at full blast. Most of his semen erupted right back out of his mouth and ran down his cheeks and chin. After a moment or two of desperate swallowing, Buster realized even through his hypnotic daze that it was futile to even try to drink it all.

He was forced to let Babs' (his) cock out of his mouth. Uncurling a little, he let the fat glans bob in front of his face, leaving his mouth open. His cock waved up and down with its ejaculations, splattering his face, chest, the tub, and bathroom tiles behind him. He didn't try to swallow more than was necessary to not drown; the rest was just left to pour down his face. Most of it didn't even land in his mouth, hitting him with the force of a firehose; plastering his ears back and forcing him to close his eyes.

In the boy's mind's eye, he could see Babs stroking herself, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy as semen blasted from her cock, splattering across him. She bucked her hips, her nectar running down her inner thighs in rivers from her vulva. She needed both hands to wrangle her shaft, as she moaned and gasped in delight.

That only heightened Buster's pleasure as he grunted and gasped with "her." His testicles were in full production, pumping incredible amounts of cum up his twelve inches of flesh to splatter him and the tub. By now, it had started to pool in the bottom, first an inch, then a second. The cum level slowly creeped up around Buster, rising up his back as he lay and convulsed. Gallons of semen burbled wetly around him as he bucked and thrust mindlessly.

Earlier, Buster had wished that he could control his orgasms the way Ryo-Ohki could. At this moment, that wish went flying out the window. He didn't care if he ever stopped cumming. Not as long as he was doing it with "Babs."

Minutes passed, as fountains of cum arched through the air and struck Buster's fur of the tiles. At some point, Buster's legs slipped off the edge of the tub, and he slumped into it. At this point, the tub was half-full with his cum; enough that the boy actually became buoyant. He floated in his own cum, babbling and giggling incoherently, his cock continuing to fling enormous cables of goo into the air.

"Unnngh! Babsie... Spunk... Cock! Hrrrng... Yeahhh, Babs... Heeheehee!" the little bunny boy mumbled, staring blankly at the ceiling; a very silly smile on his muzzle.

"That's it, Buster.... let it all out. Dream of Babs.... Rest. You can clean up later..." the Headmaster's unctuous voice murmured in his ears, before the earpiece shut off.

Buster had no choice but to obey. He continued to climax, hot spunk splattering his body, even as he began to drift off into waking dreams. He floated in the tub, shivering as his eyes fell half-lidded, his body calming.

For many hours, as he lay there in the tub, even after his orgasm ended; he only managed a single, conscious thought through his dreams: "Babsie with a big ol' hawt cawk? Who'da thunk that?"