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I eased myself into my couch, allowing my balls to slowly slide up along the side of the couch, rubbing my fur into the fabric. They still felt awkward, bent over the cushion and holding taut and full as they rested on the glossy wood floor, so I shifted my hips forward. That was better - the bulk of my balls spread my calves apart, wider than my shoulders, as the huge orbs stretched what little slack was left in the enormous fuzzy nuts.

As wide as they were at the apex, they narrowed considerably, almost like a water balloon in their current relaxed state, leading up to my sheath. Ignoring the ridiculous nature of my sac for a moment, I'm pretty decently hung - maybe not the biggest ever, but surely a goliath, though much of my size comes from the girth rather than the length. Even flaccid, like I am now, my sheath is about as thick around as a two-liter soda bottle, so that I can see my fat pink length lying at rest inside through the ring of brown fur.

No one knows why my balls are so big. Sure, everyone jokes about raccoons, but it's really just a stereotype. Except for me. I've got knockers big as gongs. I'm average otherwise - about six feet tall, maybe a few pounds over my ideal weight (or if I'm gonna be real honest, more 'n a few pounds, but on the other hand you'd be surprised how many calories I burn just dragging these balls around with me). I've got the typical black facemask look and dark fur on my forearms, but otherwise a pretty nice coat of dark brown. And the ringed tail, of course.

So why am I packing the world's biggest pair between my legs?

Doctors examined me all the time when I was younger. Around age 12 they started growing, but it wasn't until I was sixteen that they really started to get big, as in, "Holy shit dude, go to the doctor" big. Or "How in the holy hell are those even possible?" big. Specialists poked and prodded at me for two long years until I turned 18 and could do something about it. I'm 28 now and my balls are still growing bigger, but I haven't seen any of those specialists in a long time. Despite the sometimes awkward nature of my big sac, I've come to appreciate it. There are definitely perks.

I shift my knees together and scooch my hips down into the couch, slouching further. My thighs and calves squeeze into the sides of my balls, causing a chain reaction of shivers and flexing skin as a familiar flush runs up my spine. Muzzle hanging open, tongue out, I half-watch the television on the wall and use the rest of my attention to focus on slowly kneading and teasing the enormous testicles pulling upwards between my legs, drawing tighter and tighter and feeling better by the moment. I flip my tail side to side automatically as I gaze at the TV with a vacant expression, just enjoying the sensation of gradual arousal.

Of course, it's not all roses and fan mail. I'm somewhat of a minor celebrity thanks to some media I did after I turned 18. As I've gotten older, the limelight hasn't seemed like as easy of a buck as it used to be. Of course, I won't complain about the hefty royalty checks I'm still getting every month. I'm not sure if it makes up for my awkwardness in public, though. Fortunately, the money let me buy some special gear that can hoist my nuts up and, with a trenchcoat, make me look like fat raccoon (another lousy stereotype, by the way) instead of the guy that makes everyone wonder if they're still sleeping and having a weird lucid dream.

Plus, there are the weirdo obsessives to deal with, and always the stalkarazzi who can sell compromising pictures of me to said weirdos. My current condo is pretty foolproof, being on the top floor of a tall building, but sometimes people just don't know when to quit.

My cock by now was fattening up, stretching outwards and filling my sheath, forcing the somewhat loose fur to go taut, eliminating any wrinkles. My sac filled and stretched against my legs, wrapping around the sides as I pressed tighter. When I relaxed, my balls pulls up, though they were still easily big enough to flatten against the floor at the bottom.

I'm just about to wrap both of my paws around my sheath and give my big fat raccoon dong a nice bit of encouragement to slide free into my waiting fingers when I hear a loud, high pitched buzz. There's a telltale light and the sudden sensation I'm being watched, but I'm not sure what it is. Looking around, I see my condo living room: television, couch, and the hallway to the dining area, kitchen... I thought maybe my fridge was going haywire, but all seemed call from that direction.

Something bumped into the balcony sliding glass door. I could see the shadow of something against the moonlight, the only source brightness other than my television. It took me a moment to realize what it was as it clattered and dropped onto the balcony deck, making an awful cracking plastic noise as it did.

A drone. With a camera, of course. Perfect for high altitude spying, rendering even my condo sanctuary in the sky - locked elevators and all - penetrable at last.

Or maybe not.

I pulled my paws away from my sheath reluctantly, leaving my big pink girthy cock inside. To be honest, I liked the way it stretched the skin and fur on my sheath, hovering on the edge of blossoming into full arousal. My heavy sac, of course, felt even better as I reached over the edge of the couch and pulled myself up onto my feet.

I made my way easily to the sliding door. You'd probably think I would have trouble walking with balls that drape over my feet, but it's easy once you've got the rhythm. I can move surprisingly fast as I bounce each huge orb against my thighs. I especially like what the movement does to my heavy sheath - gravity does the work for me and draws my thickness free, though it drapes downwards. The heavy swells of tan fur coating my nuts cradle my cock as I open the sliding door, keeping my hips to the side, and glance around.

Red tile, aluminum railing, privacy screens. There's a big hole in the screen in the middle of the front - unsubtle is the kindest word I can use to describe it - and, against the door, an expensive-looking drone rocked on broken rotors. A camera swiveled beneath, zipping from side to side.

I pulled my head back and rolled my eyes. That thing was spendy, for sure. Probably some overzealous photog getting a grant from a jerkoff magazine.

Expensive enough, in fact, that I should be hearing a buzzer just... about...

Bzzzzzzzt

My heavy sac swung as I strode back across the condo, up the two stairs to the elevated landing, and shoved my hips forward, squeezing those big beautiful balls against the wall with my legs. I had to bite my lips as the thick maleness protruding downwards from my hips throbbed.

I stabbed my finger at the button and tried to sound normal.

"Yes?"

"Hello? Uh... Mr. S_____? I'm sorry, I think I accidentally crashed my drone on your balcony."

"How'd you know my name?" I asked.

That made whoever was out there pause.

"Uh... it's on the directory?"

I snorted. There was no directory.

I pressed another button on the panel. A color screen blinked on, showing a camera view of the lobby downstairs. There was no doorman, just a bank of locked elevators, each of which only went to certain floors. A rent-a-cop sat outside the doors, but he never questioned anyone who went in or out - security theater, really. Hence the paparazzi buzzing my condo at 11 p.m. on a weeknight.

Rabbit. Dark gray. Black sweater, dark blue pants. He had a black baseball cap on that kept his large ears pressed down and back. Probably mid 20s, maybe the same age as me and hoping to earn a few quick bucks off nudey pics of the big-balled raccoon. He was cute, but I should probably just tell him to get lost.

Still... this was an opportunity. And I was never one to pass on any opportunity.

I didn't say anything, but I unlocked the elevator to my floor and watched as he got in. A press of the button switched view to the inside of the elevator. I watched as the rabbit shifted from foot to foot, obviously nervous. Another press switched to the camera mounted in my door, showing the rabbit as he walked up the hallway and raised a paw to tap on the wood.

I pushed the button again, turning the monitor off, then, still naked and half aroused, I opened the door. The hallway light flooded into my condo, casting my dark brown fur in a warm yellow glow, accentuating the sheen of musk on my fat stub of a cock as it wiggled into the cleft of my oversized orbs. The huge sac draped down past my thighs, past my knees, spreading outwards in all directions as it flattened to the floor around my toes, which I wiggled happily as the shocked rabbit stared in disbelief.

"I... I... flew... drone... crashed... acc... i... den..."

The rabbit's gaping jaw dropped open, words trailing off. I smirked and stepped to the side, motioning him in. It took him a few moments, but when I closed the door, he stood still, just staring at my massive sac as it jostled around my legs.

"It's on the patio," I said. "Over there."

I motion vaguely towards the sliding door with a paw, but the real show goes on in the other hand, which reaches down past my belly towards the huge sheath wrapped around the base of my girthy meat. I pull the sheath down, digging my fingers into the skin and fur, exposing several more inches of my cock to the rabbit, whose nose and whiskers quiver helplessly against the onslaught of my musk.

Once it gets in someone's head, I don't know - I can't describe it. They just do what I want. They can't help themselves, really. I feel bad about it sometimes, but I can't really help it myself.

I can tell my musk is already addling this rabbit's brain. His cock is rock hard and bulging against his pants - a pair of jeans in a very dark blue color. He's panting and endlessly sniffing the air, and - though honestly this probably isn't the musk so much as it is the size - he can't stop staring at my junk.

All of which suits me just fine as my stalk flexes upwards, stiffening and growing rigid, with a huge, broad urethra bulging out the whole way down into my massive testicles.

I advance on the rabbit, who doesn't move away from me in the darkness of my condo, behind the couch. I tug his cap off first before tossing it aside, then grab his hips in my arms and tug him forward, grinding him into the front of my massive nuts. My thick cock slides up underneath his shirt, pushing it upwards. His stomach is soft and smoth and feels really good against my shaft.

I perk my ears when he starts moaning, his dumb drone already forgotten. Soon he'd forget everything, not just his drone.

My massive sac churned with anticipation as I wiggle-walked the hot little bunny backwards to the couch and tipped him over. He yelped as he landed on his shoulders on the couch out of surprise rather than pain. I grabbed his ankles and drew his feet together, sliding my hands up to his toes. He didn't resist as I pushed my hips forward, spreading the tip of my cock open around each digit and then further, slipping my hands back towards his ankles as I went, wrapping my cock tight around the hem of each leg of his pants.

Immediately the rabbit started to squirm. I closed my eyes, gasping with pleasure as my arousal amped up, filling the room to the brim with my musk. The rabbit's eyes rolled up in his head as he moaned and panted. A large wet spot formed on the front of his pants. It was easy to slide forward, swallowing his lower calves, then up to his knees with a solid thrust of my hips.

I leaned over the couch and reached down, grabbing his elbows, then leaned back, squeezing my huge balls into the backside of the couch as I went. The pressure egged on my shaft, which pulled and tugged at the slippery, wriggling legs of the rabbit with mounting urgency.

"Wha... I need... the drone..."

I ignored the addled rabbit's mumbles as I flexed my hips outwards, lifting my cock straight into the air. I pulled on his arms as I went so that gravity once again did the dirty work for me. My thickness gulped him up to the thighs, holding him upright as his feet and ankles popped into my balls - the right testicle, in fact. My favorite one, though don't tell that to the left.

Each furry orb immediately went into high gear. A gentle churning rumble echoed above the hum of the television on the opposite wall as the rabbit's calves pushed through next. I let go of his arms and reached out, grasping his cock. He cried out, wiggling all the harder as his shoulders and head went back, flexing my cock in the nicest way possible. His cock spat ropes of jizz, more and more and more, as I'm sure he experienced the greatest orgasm of his life. His cock twitched in my paw as the beastly balls dragged him deeper, until his dick disappeared into the stretched tip of my cock.

Remember, I'm not the longest johnson in the room. I've got the thickness and the sac, but not the depth, so to speak. The trip down my dick is very short. It's also very one-way.

The rabbit doesn't seem to mind as his cock rubs into the walls of my shaft through his jeans. That seems to make him very, very happy, and his bucking and wriggling go into overdrive. Fuck, does it feel good... rabbits are almost always good wrigglers as my big cock tugs and grips them deeper.

I'm groaning and moaning right along with him, I realize, as I wrap both arms around his torso, not only to help hold him still but to shove him more quickly down into my engorged balls, where already the outlines of his kicking legs are visible as they bulge outwards against the thick fur and skin.

Down, down, down he goes... I love watching them slide on in. It's so easy, and it feels so good. He wriggles right on down - I think he came so much he lubed the way to make it even slippier. Hah.

I can feel him now, stretching and pushing and kicking inside the right nut. I lean back against the wall as his arms disappear. I rub at my cock with both paws, shuddering and moaning as I stumble back and lean against the wall, legs spread wide around my tensed up balls, which have pulled up into a nearly compact form of themselves, squeezing in tight, taut, lifting themselves off the floor entirely. Though they appear to be shrinking, they aren't - they're just getting denser. Squeezing and churning around the humping, lust-insane rabbit cumming his balls off inside my nuts. Muffled gargles, then nothing but the growing noise of the churn and the slap of my paws as I pound my meat. I ache so bad, but I can't cum - not yet. Not until...

Fuuuuuuuck. He really is a wriggler.

I drop to my knees, pressing my thighs and lower belly down into my sac, adding to the churn and pressure within. Both hands squeeze into my cock, fingers digging into my urethra, thumbs gliding along the sides. I couldn't get both paws all the way around since I was 18 and that bus full of real estate agents pulled up to my cabin at the idyllic cabin campground I was vacationing. But I still tried.

I huffed and groaned as the intense feelings blossomed in my sac. The utter depravity of being so full, so heavy, so loaded with essence. I only felt bad I had no one to share this epic load with, until I remembered the drone outside.

Every step was orgasmic. There weren't so many bulges in my balls by the time I reached the sliding door. By the time I had it open, my huge round nuts were the tightest and roundest they'd been yet, squeezing up to more bigger than a pair of basketballs.

I could hardly breath as I dropped to my knees in front of the drone. The camera no longer swiveled, but the red light was still on. I shoved my cock down, squeezing my huge nuts between my thighs and urethra, and let out a moan that probably woke the downstairs neighbors. As the first splatter of seed erupted from my tip, my balls released. The rush of sensation kept my orgasm on a high as they swelled rapidly outwards, ballooning hugely as they completed their task, rendering the lucky paparazzi rabbit down to so much ball fat. He hadn't added much, but then again, I have been growing since I was 16, after all. And those specialists never did bother me again once I turned 18 - how could I be bothered by so much nice ball fat?

More rich splatters of silky cum erupt from my cock, many of them washing across the drone, painting it in thick sticky jizz. It ricocheted off, splattering the wall and privacy screen, though much of it just ran down the glass railing and into the - fortunately opaque - storm drain.

A few humps into my paws as my balls reinflated rewarded me with a shirt, which splattered against the glass and stuck, then a pair of jeans a few fat ropes of seed later. Shoes, hoodie, socks, and underwear over the next blissful ten minutes or so, and with a fearful thunk, the rabbit's smartphone from which he controlled the drone. I should have taken it out beforehand, but I got a little excited. Oops.

I snag it before the wave of jizz sends it into the drain and slide it onto the floor of the apartment behind me, then grab my shaft with both paws and really get into it. I'm half-sitting on my fat balls by the end of it, knees digging in, massaging every last ounce of juice from my pent-up sac.

I roll backwards across the wood floor, arms spreading, legs spreading, balls flattening against the floorboards as my cock slides halfway back into its home, sated for the moment.

I let myself rest for a few minutes, panting and sticky, cooling down from the excitement, before lurching back to my feet and dropping my sticky fur into the couch, the rabbit's cell phone in paw. I wipe it clean on the couch cushion and press the power button, and I'm lucky enough to see it turn on. Grinning, I open it up - no passcode, hooray! - and find the recordings. There's a fantastic upwards angled shot of me, barely visible behind the overall massive swell of my balls, letting loose with my cock just as it erupts. Unfortunately, the t-shirt hit the drone and I hadn't noticed, so the rest of the video was just sideways shots of streams of jizz and the occasional wet article of clothing slapping into the glass. Disappointing.

Still worth saving, though. Heh.

I lean back into the couch and toss the phone aside, ready to re-focus my energy on being lazy and watching TV. But no more than five minutes pass before the buzzer sounds off.

I roll my eyes and haul myself out of the couch, gingerly stepping my well-used nuts across my thighs and towards the landing.

I press the button and see two more rabbits - one light brown, one silver gray. The light brown rabbit is wearing dark pants and a black cap just like his friend was - obviously the partner in crime. The other was...

Oh, fuck. I'd forgotten that I'd ordered pizza. The other rabbit was the pizza delivery bunny, and to be honest, he was a real hunk - taller than the other one, broad shouldered, probably a college student. My cock jerked to attention just looking at the way his uniform's blue shorts hugged his pert rump.

I licked my lips as my huge sac twitched, hungry anew. The main course arrived just in time to make my heavy balls happy. They are always growing, you know...