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It was a normal enough day for Barley, the short stoat casually walking about a mall looking for some things to buy on sale while his roommate was out doing who knows what. People couldn't help but stare at him whenever he passed by, though it wasn't because of his height- really, that was one of the least eye-catching things. His collar stuck out like a sore thumb, thick and bright blue with multiple golden hoops, not hidden at all by his fur or clothing and quite the contrast to his colours. He knew that wasn't the main cause, but he did his best to keep his mind off of it. He was used to being stared at anyways, not in a way that he could simply ignore it or didn't even notice, in fact he was plenty aware of each person that looked at him, it just didn't upset him.. still, he did his best to avoid meeting eyes with anyone, and had to resist the urge to cover himself.

He eventually spotted a clothing store with some things he liked, walking on in and calmly looking around. That was until he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. His heart jumped in his chest, his cock twitched against his underwear, and his balls grew ever so slightly heavier. He gulped quietly, wanting so badly to check his phone, but he knew what might happen depending on what he received, so he fought the temptation and continued looking at clothes to buy.

Only a minute or two later and his phone buzzed again, and this time his cock almost immediately became fully hard, throbbing with need and leaking precum into his undergarments. He wasn't worried much about that- his dick was so pathetically tiny that even at its full size it barely made a bulge- but rather what was happening further down, his oversized nuts almost audibly grumbling and growing heavier still. He briefly glanced down, seeing that it was already too late- his arousal had already grown to the point that the cursed tattoo placed on the front of his sack began glowing, pink light dimly shining through his clothing, yet the shape so clear that he may as well have been wearing nothing.

His phone buzzed again. He went still for a moment, taking a long and shaky breath in while his lust climbed and his cheeks burned hot. His curiosity couldn't be held back anymore, his hand going to his pocket and slowly pulling his phone out. He quickly looked around, seeing that the store was relatively empty with only a few customers and employees other than him, none of which were nearby. He turned on his phone, seeing three unread messages.

"Hi sweetie!"

"I hope your shopping trip is going well."

"I've been having plenty of fun over here."

The three messages were from his roommate, husband, and master, who all just so happened to be the same person- who also happened to be his very own biological brother. To say the two of them cared for one another would be vastly understating it, but that didn't mean that Barley's hair-trigger libido wasn't set off nearly any time they interacted whatsoever, especially with how devious his older brother could be.

"just bjying someclothes." He texted back, making a few errors thanks to how shaky his hands were. His dick throbbed harder, the pressure in his balls grew, his legs wobbled slightly.

"Could you pick me up some underwear? I went on a date and my ass is still leaking cum, stud totally wrecked me." It took less than a minute for him to receive that message back but it felt like an eternity of waiting, and the confession hit him like a truck. His beloved husband, his dear brother, went and cheated on him.. poor Barley nearly came on the spot, knees pressed together and a hand holding onto the shelf in front of him for support. It wasn't anything new for his lover to fuck and get fucked by others, it was something that happened very frequently- often multiple times a week- for ages even before they'd been engaged. Yet he loved every second of it, it made his body burn with shameful, overwhelming arousal that wouldn't go away until it was satisfied, and his brother loved cucking him and mocking him for it just as much- but no matter how intense things got, both of them knew that their love always only belonged to one another.

"okj" That was all he could send back, precum thoroughly soaking the front of his own underwear, his ball tattoo glowing bright enough to shine its pink light on the items in front of him, his curse causing his already excessive production to rise further and further past sensibility, his massive nuts on the verge of tearing his underwear apart while they swelled with the insane load churning inside. At their smallest they were already large enough to reach just past his knees, and even with his clothing on, now they were reaching halfway between his knees and ankles while they rumbled noisily. The growth was slowly pulling his sweatpants down from his waist, revealing a surprise underneath- not that anyone had noticed him yet. Clinging tightly to his curves, especially to his hefty balls, was a pair of shiny, stretchy, black latex pants, ensuring that any "leakage" would be contained. A zipper and a small lock were on the rear, his brother's idea of course, both so he couldn't take the pants off himself and so whoever did unlock it would have easy access to his ass. His underwear was underneath, mostly just for comfort, and if it weren't for the latex then his precum certainly would've soaked right through to his sweatpants long before now.

He slowly stumbled away from the shelf, one hand holding his phone and the other fruitlessly trying to hold his sweatpants up while his growing balls pulled them further down. He couldn't help but huff and pant from the heat going through his body, feeling how he was being drawn closer to the edge simply by all sorts of dirty thoughts about his husband, whether it was sucking him off or being sucked off by him, sitting in his lap and getting jerked off while being told about all the different people he'd fucked, most of his thoughts being of the current situation. Who did his lover get fucked by? Was it a stranger, or someone he knew? Maybe even a good friend? He couldn't decide which option was the hottest.

He did his best to hide the clearly visible shine of his curse-tattoo from anyone who looked his way, but with how massive his cumtanks were he couldn't manage much at all, especially with how his legs were so weak and his hands occupied. He tried to look around, his plan being to buy underwear as requested before rushing to a bathroom and letting himself blow, but it was always near impossible to get any underwear in his older brother's size unless custom ordered, plus his mind was a bit too hazy to really think about where to look in the store. Before long he couldn't even hold onto his sweatpants, trudging along with them around his ankles while the black latex underneath was fully exposed.

He didn't get much of a break, receiving another text soon enough. With a shaky hand he looked at what he received, and what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

"He wanted to say hi~" The message had an image attached, showing his soulmate hugging onto a behemoth of a cock the size of his torso, that dick covered in drool and cum just like his face, and his shirt. It was clear that he'd gone more than a few rounds already, and Barley had a hunch that they were probably going at it again while he looked at that photo.. or that's what he would have been thinking, had the text not been enough to finally finish him off, the poor horny stoat sent over the edge without having touched himself once.

Right there in the middle of the store, without him having the slightest chance to stop himself, Barley started to cum. And cum. And cum. And keep cumming. He kept his mouth shut as he let out a long, whiny moan, having to use all of his strength and willpower to stay on his feet as a torrent of hot nutsludge poured into his clothing, that sticky warmth immediately spreading all over his crotch and further. It wasn't simply ropes and spurts but more like a constant stream of semen that strengthened with every throb of his minuscule cock. Though his balls had grown large enough to rest on the ground, each time they tightened to pump out even more cum they lifted themselves right from the floor for a moment before relaxing, only to tense up again almost immediately afterward.

People were staring in surprise at the sight, and though they couldn't see any mess they could absolutely see his glowing tattoo appearing through his rubbery pants, not to mention the gargantuan bulge made by his balls themselves, and of course things such as his flustered face and demeanour, and his not-so-quiet moaning.

His curse made sure that even without any stimulation he was feeling heavenly, much more than any normal person could experience from an orgasm, but any time he tried to take a step his cum-slicked cock rubbed against the inside of his clothes, sending extra surges of pleasure through his body that were stripping away the vestiges of what little control over himself he had left. His latex pants started to bloat and swell from his load, filled with so much of his virile seed that it not only went down his legs to his ankles, where it was prevented from leaking out, but it also spread around his thighs and rear, completely covering his ass in his own semen, a few drops occasionally leaking from around his fluffy tail. The way his pants were filling out it almost looked like his hips and butt were growing and thickening, wobbling every time he moved.

Despite how much he was pumping into his pants his balls only got bigger, continuously producing gallon after gallon of steaming-hot stoat cum faster than he could empty it out, the pressure building rapidly and bringing his pleasure to ever-increasing heights. With what little of his willpower remained he started walking again, slowly shuffling along with his sweatpants around his ankles, and his balls forcing him to go even slower with how they dragged along the floor in front of him, preventing him from moving his legs forward more than an inch at a time. He wanted to get a modicum of privacy, though it wasn't like it'd change much with how everyone had seen him already, and the only place he could feasibly get any privacy was the changing rooms. His pants sloshed with every tiny step he took, any movement gradually getting harder as the weight on him grew, both from his condom-like pants being filled more and from his nuts still creating more cum from who knows where.

He was so close to the changing rooms, under normal circumstances it might've only been three or four steps but he may as well have been a mile away, but it was all for naught as he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Merely the thought of what it could be made him stop again just so he wouldn't fall, and as he looked at what was sent he only sealed his fate.

"Enjoy losing control in front of everyone, you wimpy little cuck <3" Along with that text he was sent several photos of his husband doing all sorts of "unfaithful" acts with that stranger, lots of things he was desperate to do himself. Plenty of different angles of the much taller stoat's massive asscheeks getting clapped by a cock bigger than his arm, done in lots of different positions, and no doubt through multiple rounds as well judging by the sheer amount of cum all over that rump and how his gut was inflated so large and round by all of the semen inside it. A few of the pictures were clearly taken by the top, too, while they were balls deep in the stoat's oversized ass.

Barley cried out in pleasure loud and clear, enough for everyone in the store to hear, dropping his phone as he collapsed to his knees and fell onto his back with his legs spread to the sides of his gargantuan balls. The impact caused no small amount of cum to gush from his latex pants, pouring out from around his ankles and waist to make a huge mess of himself and the floor around him, but his brain didn't even register it, too busy struggling with the pleasure he was experiencing. He didn't feel any shame about what he was doing, he wasn't worried at all about the people taking pictures or recording him, all he did was moan and thrust his hips up against nothing while he came harder and harder..

Minutes passed in a lustful blur, Barley's output only increasing the longer his orgasm went on, his urethra stretched out by the geyser of cum pouring into and out of his swollen latex pants. He only finished once the lack of stimulation eventually brought things to an end, despite his balls still being far larger than normal, and plenty full. The glow from his tattoo slowly dimmed, not going completely dark but not quite so bright as it was.

It took longer than that for him to actually come to his senses, panting softly as his vision finally came back into focus. Immediately he remembered where he was, eyes opening wide and cheeks burning hot. He sat up, finding himself rather sticky as he was laying in a puddle of his own cum which had covered his entire back and his stomach, no longer leaking from his pants though they were still completely full of it. He could feel how warm and thick it was on him, and of course his arousal was already starting to climb. He slowly and carefully stood up, an impressive feat considering his balls were so large they pressed heavily against the floor even when he stood at his full height, looking at the semen-drenched sweatpants that slipped off of his feet at some point. Nobody seemed to be watching him currently, and peeking around he only saw a disgruntled-looking employee into the store. Maybe that explained the wet floor sign right next to the pool he left behind.

He picked his phone up off of the floor and wiped the cum off of its waterproof case, squirming as he remembered what caused the whole mess in the first place. Part of him badly wanted to turn on his phone, to see if anything more was sent, but he knew that if he saw anything new- or even if he saw the same ones again- it'd make him too horny to get far before he'd be a total mess again, uncontrollably cumming his brains out. He managed to resist for now, but he knew that if he got another text then he wouldn't be able to stop himself, so he hurried along as much as he could, not that that was fast at all with how heavy his balls and pants were, both bouncing and wobbling with every little awkward step. He didn't forget about his "mission", grabbing a package of the biggest underwear he could find and dropping enough cash to pay for it on the counter as he quickly waddled his way out of the store with his ruined sweatpants in his arms, leaving behind a trail of cummy pawprints and apologising profusely the whole time. He knew that his brother was going to want to know all about what happened, and he could feel his cock throbbing in his jizz-filled pants as he thought about how he was going to be teased.. maybe if he was lucky, the stud would still be there so he could watch the two of them going at it again.