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Sammy the skunk groaned to himself as he sat behind the counter at the convenience store. It was right off the freeway, so even night shifts were pretty steady. For now, he had a moment to himself after the last customer left.

Three energy drinks to keep himself awake, and plenty of water to boot -- but, until now, no time to go to the bathroom. As usual, his body processed every liquid quickly, pressurizing it within his scrotum. What was already pretty big when unoccupied now felt enormous, like was carrying melons between his legs -- melons that desperately needed to release. He huffed and fidgeted and squirmed, as such an anatomical setup also translated to arousal -- therefore meaning he had quite the hard-on, throbbing and aching needily in his pants! Maybe he could sneak off to the bathroom now that --

He groaned in despair as another customer walked in. A tall, broad, muscular bull in a tank top and stretchy shorts, the latter leaving very little to the imagination what with how they hugged around an impressive bulge.

Pulling down his shirt a bit and crossing his legs, Sammy stood at the cash register, trying to hide any whimpering or squirming.

"H-hello, welcome to Pilot," he huffed.

"Heh, someone's gotta pee," said the customer in a deep, calming voice.

"Oh... I know, but it's been too busy for me," whined the skunk, his black and white tail flicking behind him, legs crossed tight. It was just so full -- those massive sacks of pee and that boner threatening to split his pants if he didn't act soon!

"Well, tell ya what," replied the bull as he stood behind the counter. "Ain't nobody here now. And I bet I can ease the pressure on ya _real_good."

"Y-you'd do that?" stammered Sammy as he walked out from behind the counter.

"Sure," came the bull's reply. "Now, let's get in the bathrooms so all this ain't on the camera."

With that, the skunk darted toward the men's room door with the bull customer right behind him. As soon as he stepped inside, the skunk's underwear and pants came down, his footlong cock out in the open. Right away, the second that massive bull stepped in, he got down on all fours before Sammy, mouth to his cocktip. Suck, suck, slurp... smooth, warm hands fondling those massive, tight, full orbs of piss as the skunkie's legs twitched.

"Mmm," came the bull's approving reply as he began to kiss and smack all over Sammy's cockhead. His hands could feel just how taut and heavy those low-hanging piss-orbs were. Over-inflated, ready to burst. Full. Oh fuck, so full... and that mouth felt amazing on his shaft, working past the head and down the throbbing, arrow-straight length. Sammy's inner muscles all tensed up, eyes shut tight, pants and moans emanating from his mouth, yellow dribbles from his urethral opening into the bull's wet warm smooth slick mouth..

"Aaaaaahhh!" was the only noise from Sammy as he peaked, that bag of pee finally emptying in a hard, hot eruption. Salty, strong urine _burst_from those orbs and up out the exit in one beautiful, hard climax, a torrent of golden yellow rushing out of him and into that bull's inviting maw. A surge of pee, a blast of urine, a torrent of piss... whatever the best term was for it, it was draining hard and fast in a hot wave of pleasure! This urinary eruption went on for well over a minute, a nearly aching burst of release that seemed to occupy every centimeter of his distended urethra, winding down to a trickle before tapering off to the last little bit. And even better, every single salty hot millilter of it went down the unwavering bull's throat, the saline flavor quite appealing to him.

Finally, once the flow stopped entirely, the large bovine stood back up. "Feel better?"

Squeezing his balls a bit, Sammy huffed approvingly. "Oh, yes, thanks... that should at least ease the pressure until the end of my shift. Provided I don't drink too much, heh."

"Hmm... You know, I'm a little pent up myself, cutie. Mind returning the favor?"

"Oh, that'd be lovely," said the skunk with a bit of a blush. Down came the bovid's pants and underwear too, and out came a good sixteen inches of uncut, throbbing, slightly musky cock with a nice fat pair of balls behind -- about as big as Sammy's were before the drain. He couldn't resist it; he had to take this one from behind. Sammy put his hands on the tile wall and raised his floofy tail, exposing his tight, cute butt to the larger male. In response, the bull suckled on his fingers, tracing them around the pink rim of the skunk's needy pucker, slickening and loosening it for entry. Once that ring of muscle had relaxed, it was met with the fleshy head of that bullcock. Sammy looked behind himself, ogling that giant bag of piss behind that steely shaft, his own having ceased to go down in the interim.

It was quite the snug fit, the bull's rod spreading Sammy's backdoor quite wide and only able to work about two-thirds of the way in. But that was more than enough for the both of them; a hot, tight, snug grip around that larger male's length, a slight bulge to the skunk's gut, a nice pressure on his prostate. Already he was starting to dribble a bit more yellow out the tip, the skunkie clamping down and feeling the same on the other male. Not too hard, not too fast, that bull got to work, pulling almost all the way out then back in, firmly and pleasantly fucking that hot skunk.

"Oh yeah, you're nice," huffed the bull, feeling that massively bloated pair of pee-sacks smack with every move, reminding him how full he was too. The dribbling and dripping grew a bit stronger with every increasing thrust, the skunk biting his lip as he was taken. So much pressure under his tail, in his tailhole, against his prostate, and his low, swaying balls still far from depleted. He shivered a bit, already imagining the pressure behind that larger man topping him...

And soon he could imagine no longer. Slamming his head back, that big bull hit his peak as his balls yielded their load. A hot, sharp burst of urine, up out of each tight heavy sack, rocketing out his urethra in a sensitive wave of climax, one long river of pee up deep into the skunk's hole! The tidal wave against his anal walls made Sammy shiver and squirm and moan, that surge setting off a powerful hands-free within him. He cried out as his already sensitive dick let off again, the pressure of another giant burst of pee setting it ablaze with a climactic tingle and spraying messily all over the bathroom floor. On and on this went, both males simultaneously shivering, gasping, panting, huffing as their pee-filled balls drained their contents through this orgasmic process. That bull was quite productive indeed, the flow of gold so heavy and full that it seemed to distend that skunk's gut a little bit before winding down to a brook, then stopping.

Slowly and carefully, the bull withdrew from Sammy, far from spent, likely to stay hard a while longer. The gradual withdrawal allowed that skunk's anus to gradually tighten back up, holding most of that other male's load within him, all that pee sloshing about inside.

"Hmm, yeah, that was a great idea wadn't it?" said the bull playfully as he watched the mephit finally re-clothe.

"Mmm, yeah," he said softly. "I gotta get back out there though."

"Heh, sure thing," said the bull. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Sammy. "My number if ya want more."

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For the rest of the shift, Sammy drank everything he could. Two more energy drinks. Four more bottles of water. Four of the biggest fountain drinks. Truth is, he _loved_the desperation, as fidgety as it made him, and as big as the release was after. By now, his pee-sacks were bigger than before, as big and heavy as bowling balls! He bit his lip, intentionally forcing himself to keep it at bay. Thankfully, it had been a slower shift after the bull left; even so, he intentionally defied ducking back into the bathroom. He wanted to see how big he could get!

Big. Tight. He could hear them slosh at the slightest move. How they didn't rip his pants, he had no idea. He distracted himself from the feeling -- counting the tiles in the ceiling, conversing with the few customers that did trickle in, watching videos on his phone. Still, the feeling was impossible to fully tune out.

Just one slight move and it both felt and sounded as if he were on a waterbed. The biggest sack of piss he'd ever known. And only a half-hour to go in his shift. For the past hour, he could feel little dribbles passing through; if they made a stain, nobody seemed to notice. And the load that stranger bull had shot in him? Still hot and fresh, adding to all the _slosh_in him. Maybe a little of that dribbled back out, too; he wasn't exactly checking.

Maybe after work they could meet up again, him and that bull. The mephit panted, biting his lip, knowing he was almost free. Another hard _drip_of piss set free from his urethra, leaving a slight wet spot in his pants.

No, he thought. You can make it.

Drip.

No, just another half--

Drip.

He whined and_darted_ to the bathroom, his giant piss-sacks smacking and sloshing and churning with each frenzied step. Panting and huffing, he slammed the door behind, ripping his pants and shorts down and pulling out his steel-hard dick. If he could rub one out, it'd at least get the pressure down enough to--

"Hey, cutie," came a voice from the next urinal over. In his desperation, Sammy didn't realize there was someone else in there!

"Oh fuck, I need it now..." huffed the mephit, that big long dick of his bubbling and aching, trickles of dark yellow oozing from its head.

"Well, that can be arranged..." said the other male. A ferret, all tall and slinky. Having not already done so due to Sammy distracting him, the ferret unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear. In no time at all, a nice firm fuzzy pair of ass-cheeks pushed against that aching skunk-boner... sliding his ring around that shaft and wriggling his way down, the ferret expertly taking it almost all the way in. Naturally, doing so was a quick way to get the ferret's own almost-as-big cock from soft to hard in a matter of seconds.

Almost as if on instinct, Sammy grabbed for the ferret's hips and slammed_forward, only needing a single thrust to get the job done, but bucking through release just the same. His balls went off _hard, a huge burst of hot, salty, pent-up piss firing off like a geyser from Sammy's extremely pent-up pee-balls, yanking his urethra wider open than it had ever managed before. The pleasure of release teetered on the brink of pain as it all erupted from him, that monstrous flow up into the ferret's ass, the constant thrusts only making it tingle all the harder as it went on, his piss-orbs slapping against the ferret's rump as he did.

"Aaahhhh... fuck..." groaned the ferret as he felt that volcanic eruption into his sensitive hole. Sammy just kept pounding and pounding, almost hypnotized by lust, as he kept going and going, balls seeming to barely shrink at all as that piss-climax raged on and on. The ferret's hole was so tight that it held in every drop, feeling that constant, full-blast surge swell him up. With so much pressure surging into his back-door -- against his prostate especially -- the ferret couldn't even think about holding back. His big fat pee-sack yielded its load too, a sharp, hard, hot arc of yellow firing off out of his sensitive dick hands-free, arcing up against the bathroom mirror and raining back down. Quite a lot to be sure, but surely nothing from what was coming back in!

Finally, after a good minute and a half, Sammy slumped back in a heap, heart pounding in his chest, his dick aching with sensitivity, his balls still feeling quite full. "Fuck..." he huffed.

"Fuck indeed," replied the ferret with a grin as he wriggled off the skunk-dick. His anus gaped for a while, some of the skunk's pee rushing back out before could get it to clench back up.

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The second he got off work, Sammy had called up that bull. Randall was his name. They'd agreed to meet at the latter's apartment.

The skunk had pondered drinking even more on the way, but they hadn't really gone down since the quickie with the ferret. Neither had his erection, still throbbing and dribbling so much that Sammy drove the entire way there without pants or underwear!

He groaned as he got out of the car, that enormous pee-sack smacking against his thighs with every step, boner sticking straight out. Into the apartment building, up the elevator, he felt his heart beating excitedly in his chest.

There it was, apartment 2C. He knocked on the door.

"Sammy?" came a familiar voice.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied. The door opened and the mephit walked in -- each male surprised to see the other already erect and pants-free!

"Mmm, ya want a warm-up act?" asked the bull invitingly. His own orbs had reached bowling ball size and weight too, his penis also at full attention.

"What would that be?" asked the skunk as he stepped inside.

"Mmm... nice slow 69, then right when we're _just_at the edge, you plow me silly and crank my dick. See if ya can get me to shoot it in my own mouth," he said with a chuckle.

"Ooh... that sounds great," replied the skunk as the two went to the bull's bedroom together. Being the larger of the two, Randall laid out on his back, his bulldick throbbing straight up, those pee-orbs so tight and heavy. Climbing up on top, the skunk shivered and huffed excitedly, his face right before that big, beautiful penis, a few bubbles of yellow already oozing from the tip. His did likewise before the bull's face.

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Meanwhile, the ferret had walked back out of that c-store with six of their biggest drinks. They were called the Ball Buster for a good reason -- 128 ounces of pop, straight to your balls? Sure to "bust" them indeed. And he was going to see how many he could take!

He took the first one, a giant paper cup of cola with ice. Right away he got to work, slugging down as much as he could in one gulp. Then again, again, again, not at all stopping until the first cup was down to just ice -- that cold soft drink indeed going straight to his pee-sack, stretching it out quite noticeably.

Two, three, four... whimpering and panting and huffing, he felt his orbs distend and stretch and swell, combining with the massive cache of skunk-piss still sloshing in the other direction. His erection responded in turn, throbbing and dripping, little bubbles of pee straining to escape, his scrotum now also approaching bowling ball size and heft.

"Last one," he groaned as drink number six passed his lips and went straight to his tight, aching, _full_orbs in moments. He had an ulterior motive -- the ferret sitting in the parking lot, watching the trucks go by. Surely at least some were full of needy long-haul truckers looking for the first thing to empty their balls into, and he'd be glad to switch-hit for any of them.

He was bottomless for now, just shirt and shoes, as he trod his way to the truck lot at the back of the store. That monstrous piss-sack smacked and sloshed and churned, pulling heavy and tight against him as he stepped up to the cab of the first truck he saw.

Sure enough, there was a trucker inside: a slender, scruffy fox, a bit older but certainly virile if the bulge in his sweatpants was anything to go by.

"Heh, hey there, hottie," said the fox in a slight rasp. "Guess I don't hafta go in now, huh? Can just empty all my piss right in you. Been drivin' for hours."

"Yeah, sounds like a great idea," said the ferret as he climbed up into the truck, watching as the trucker-fox casually whipped out his dick. A nice long one too, uncut and hard, accompanied by a nice fat pee-sack ready to burst.

The ferret nosed at that length -- just a tiny bit musky, but in a clean way -- and wrapped his lips around it. His hands fondled the giant, heavy balls accompanying it, feeling all the pent-up urine slosh and churn about as he set to work. Suck, suck, slurp, accompanied by some gentle ball-fondling. The approach was quick, given the fox's need -- and sure enough, it took less than a minute for that vulpine to fire off his load! He grunted loud and deep, slamming up into the ferret's suckling mouth as his dick let loose a hard, hot, golden torrent. A climax of urine rocked that trucker-fox thanks to the ferret's quick mouth and hands, the latter alternatingly squeezing at those orbs and stroking the length, feeling the load travel up out the tunnel and right into his waiting maw. A nice, hot, salty flavor filled the ferret's senses as he sucked that fox a little more, not stopping until the flow ebbed.

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Meanwhile, the next worker after Sammy was just starting. A short, stocky beaver with a penchant for drinking far more water than he should. Less than a half hour in, and he'd already slammed back two bottles. He really liked the challenge -- seeing how full he could possibly get. And today, he was off to a good start, those orbs of _his_already stretching at his undies.

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Randall held his hands around Sammy's butt, squeezing and kneading it, before moving to do the same to those heavy, full skunk-balls. That sack of piss, so tight and full; the dick accompanying it, throbbing away in his mouth. Slight salty notes emanated from the tip as a little bit dripped out -- pre-pee, if you will. Moaning muffledly around the bigger bulldick, the skunk slurped and suckled similarly, his hands squeezing and kneading at the tight, full sack of urine that was Randall's scrotum. On and on this went, just slow slurping and ball-squeezing, both males' hearts thumping against the others' bodies, toes curling, dicks aching with need.

Slowly, they withdrew within seconds of each other, Randall being the first to speak. "Ready, cutie?" he asked, spreading his legs wide.

"Ready," replied the skunk, sliding off Randall and standing at the foot of the bed, ready to take on the larger male in a missionary position. Those muscular legs stretched out, the mephit's cockhead poking at those firm round asscheeks... and in he went, all twelve inches, throbbing and dribbling and leaking, not stopping until he hilted. He moaned softly, holding himself there for a moment... watching that bigger male shudder in pure delight, cock throbbing in the air, yellow trickles of pre-piss from its tip.

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One hour, then two. Ten bottles of water were in the trash at the beaver's feet. Tension rose within his pee-sack, the more subdued male loving the desperation as it arced upward -- as he grew tighter and harder inside his pants, distracting himself with work. Ringing up customers, counting the till, cleaning the front counter... all the while, feeling his piss-bag grow and grow.

By hour three, he was already doing the familiar pee dance, biting his lip a bit and crossing his legs. It seemed... fuller than usual today. Maybe it was just him.

No, he was definitely fuller. Much, much fuller. What did he drink? It wasn't anymore than normal, just lots and lots of water.

_Fuck,_he whispered, hoping his break was coming soon. Normally he could go the entire day, but maybe just a quickie during break time would take his mind off it.

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The second truck cab encountered by that ferret contained a large, burly bear. This one, gruff but inviting as the truckers tended to be -- especially when they saw what looked like a pee-sack with legs approaching!

"Come on in!" said the bear eagerly. "I need all of that."

This truck was equipped with a sleeper, leaving just enough room for that muscular bear to sprawl out on his belly and disrobe. His tiny little ursine tail flicked above a nice, firm, muscular butt, his own length erect and pinned between his slight gut and the sheets.

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The beaver -- named Grant -- winced and shivered, feeling the sharp pain in his groin. He'd actually stopped slamming down water, but it felt like he was still growing more desperate! Just the slightest shift made a sloshing sound, his pee-sack all tight and heavy. One more shift and the inevitable came -- a _rip_as the fabric gave way under those too-big balls. Thankfully, the shorts over top did their best to hold things in for now, but the bulge was impossible to avoid.

He was throbbing and sloshing in his pants, needing to release, but not with a line this long. Maybe someone could cover for him?

And thankfully, someone was right there.

"Steve, cover me, please!" huffed Grant right as he finished the current transaction. The otter in question took over the till as Grant desperately sprinted off toward the bathroom, pee-sack smacking against his legs with no underwear to hold it back now. In his desperation, he didn't realize he'd gone out the back door instead until he felt the warm summer air on his skin.

"Fuck," he whispered. With no time to lose, he stepped off to the side and just whipped it out. Hard as a rock, dribbling massively, that beavercock met both hands at once in a hard, firm jerking -- the trickle drawing to a creek, then a river as the dam burst, his urethra yanked wide open as he blew his giant, yellow load! That massive pee-sack set off and emptied out his dick in climax, a massive, long, golden, salty strand arcing several feet forward onto the sideewalk. His legs wobbled, eyes shut tight, head thrown back in a moan as he set off, tugging and jerking and squeezing a few more times, feeling the almost aching surge up out of his balls and down his cock until it all gradually came to a stop.

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Randall the bull had just the most amazing hole. Perfectly tight, able to squeeze and tug and pull at the skunk's meaty dick with ease, making it ripple and surge with pleasure. At the same time, Sammy continued to alternate between jerking off that bullcock and fondling those nice big balls full of pee, just admiring the muscular male into whom he was balls-deep. Pre-piss oozed out of his tip and the bovine's alike, both men quite close..

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The ferret's enormous sac wobbled and sloshed as he rutted the trucker bear, that monstrous pee-bag smacking against that butt, his dick aching and twitching and throbbing. Such a fine, perfect ass, all tight and needy, all but begging him to release...

And that he did. Smacking the bearbutt, the mustelid hit his peak in a hurry, a huge gush of pee emanating in his balls before rocketing its way out his dick, a torrent of dark salty yellow fluid all up into the bear's back door! Wobbling and shaking in pleasure, he felt the sleeper cab shake as his orgasm hit so hard, an intense wave -- quite appropriate, this metaphor -- of almost painful peeing pleasure. Groaning in lust, the bear gripped his sheets as his own length hit the peak, firing a sizable golden blast of its own all over the sheets, his front, the bed, the walls of the sleeper cab.

The stream kept going and going and going, the ferret's oversized balls surging into that bear as he soaked the sheets... and even after the bear wound down, the ferret kept going!

"Aahh..." moaned the ursine, clamping down on that surging dick, feeling the huge stream starting to swell him up. "Little pent up, eh bud?"

====

Blushing a bit, Grant slid his pants back on and padded back in, still hoping nobody saw what he'd just done. He got back behind the counter, only to find his manager there! A slender gray wolf, a smirk on his face.

"Hmm... yeah, you go on break early. And you know what, meet me in the office." From the playful tone, Grant could only assume he was not in trouble.

There in the store's office, the wolf sat behind his desk.

"Now, I saw what you did just a minute ago," he said, trying to hide a grin. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. In fact..." The wolf boss undid his belt, taking off his dress pants and boxers entirely before getting down on the floor, bottomless on all fours. "May I have some of that too?"

"Uh... sure, why not," came the beaver's reply. Back out of his pants came his own dick and pee-sack, the rodent admiring that nice, firm ass; that needy tailhole, those big heavy balls (no doubt full of pee on their own), and the impressive erection on his boss. With a gentle push forward, beavercock met that wolf-hole, inch after inch sliding in, up to the root. Still tingling with sensitivity, he was already close to another climax, the lupine feeling those teasing little trickles of pre-piss as his own dick did likewise. He couldn't believe it; he was fucking his boss! His pulse quickened as he held onto those gray-furred hips, bucking forward with ease, feeling the clenching and tugging.

The desperation in the wolf-boss' balls was tangible, Grant's hands moving from the hips to hold those big fat sacks of piss and squeeze at them, still thrusting up into that needy warm hole all the while.

"Aaahhh!" the beaver groaned out as his peak was reached with considerable ease, his length letting loose a long, hot, golden stream up into his boss' ass. All that salty, strong pee firing up out of his dick and into the boss at once, a wonderful decrease of pressure on his side and an increase on the wolf's... the sudden warm surge across his prostate driving him over the edge in no time, a hands-free shooting right out of him with great force, a burst of yellow pointed straight at the floor and puddling under him as his sensitive shaft sprayed so strongly!

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Sammy the skunk threw his head back as, in one powerful thrust forward, he his his peak. His big skunkdick went off in one hard twinge of pleasure nearing pain, his balls drawing up and firing off a strong, potent burst of gold, every last drop of it landing right in the bull's needy, tight ass. The pressure and release made the mephit wobble and shake a bit on his legs, his hands gripping tight at his newfound friend's diick..

...which, in turn, fired off on its own too, a sizable wave of dark golden yellow erupting from its tip, blasting straight upward toward the ceiling, splattering all over it and raining back down on them both! This only enhanced the pleasure on both of them, the skunk blowing his load right onto the bull's sensitive anal walls, putting a wonderful warm sense of pressure on his prostate to enhance the bull's climax as well!

"Hngh fuck... you stud, that's it... pee everywhere..." moaned the mephit between his own thrusts, his own raging river of yellow quite ongoing as was the bull's.

====

Blushing a bit, the ferret slid out of that bear, still pissing at full blast, moaning and shivering and wobbling as he did.

"Aaah... s-sorry..." he mumbled to the bear.

"Eh, don't worry, bud. I got what I wanted," replied the trucker-bear, his pucker now gaping and overflowing with ferret pee.

Climbing out of that truck, the ferret just stood there in the parking lot. He wasn't even touching it; he was just peeing and peeing and peeing, his balls feeling like a beanbag chair full of urine as he kept going! The pressure was immense, easily a good ten feet in front of him, the color dark golden yellow, rushing out of his aching, tingling, sensitive dick.

A third trucker had come out to see the ferret now. He gasped as he saw the larger male, somehow managing to finally stop his flow.

"Hey bud," said this trucker. A badger, stocky and chunky, already with his big fat dick and pee-sack out over his waistband. A scrotum like basketballs, no doubt needing quite the release. "Tell ya what. I've been holdin' in _all_day, hopin' for a nice cute butt to ease the pressure. You game or what?"

The ferret willingly placed his hands on the door of the cab and raised his tail, ready for that big fat badger-cock. With how thick it was, it spread him considerably, but still managed to get all the way to the hilt -- a nice, snug fit around that throbbing, bubbling, dripping dick. Plap plap plap went the badger's pee-sack against that firm cute butt, his hands on the ferret's still sizable scrotum.

"Yeah, cutie, gonna pee _so_hard in you..." huffed the badger to the smaller, wriggling, squirming mustelid impaled on his shaft.

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The wolf-boss -- named Aaron -- grinned as he stood back up. "Mmm, Grant, I know how pent up you get at work. I can see you squirm all the time. You just keep doing it so long as it doesn't interfere with your tasks. And speaking of..." The wolf sat back down, gesturing at his still-erect dick and nice fat scrotum, still far from depleted of piss.

"As they say, it's not gonna suck itself," he said cheekily. The beaver knelt down at his boss' desk and wrapped his lips around that cocktip, suckling and slurping firmly. His hands caressed those huge, hefty balls, feeling all the pee slosh in them.

"Actually... wait a second." The boss looked at the cameras, seeing that ferret out in the parking lot getting taken by a trucker badger. "There's someone in the parking lot. Doesn't look like he's harming anyone, but would you mind checking for me? Then we can come back."

"Oh?" asked the beaver, looking at the video screen. He could see the figure -- even at the low camera resolution, sporting an enormous sack of piss between his legs! "Yeah, I'll go out there."

Heading outside, Grant pulled out his phone and began to call Sammy.

"Dude, you're not gonna believe this," said the rodent. "There's this guy outside macking on some truckers, and he's got the biggest pee-sack I've ever seen."

Sammy, having just pulled out of his new-found bull friend, grinned. He had the phone on speaker, so the bovid could hear Grant talk too.

"Oh really?" questioned the mephit. "I may just have to come back and see."

"A cutie with a massive sack, huh?" said the bull. "I kinda wanna see him too. I mean after all, a chance encounter with you was pretty good wasn't it?"

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"Oh fuck... gonna..." huffed the big strong badger, throbbing and leaking, right on the edge inside that tight, needy ferret-hole. At the same time, the ferret was extremely close, yellow bubbles of pre-pee leaking everywhere before him, that big fat dick putting _so_much pressure on him! While the badger's balls were far from small -- a nice fat sack of piss plapping against him with every thrust -- they were dwarfed by the ferret's oversized ones, churning and sloshing like a waterbed.

Grant walked outside the back door to the truck parking lot, casually passing by the fox and bear truckers from earlier -- unaware of their escapades with the ferret. The beaver was throbbing and bubbling within his pants, secretly hoping he could get in on the ferret action too.

"Aaaahhhh!" That ferret's legs shot forward as his huge dick erupted in a golden flow, a massive arc of hot, pent-up pee firing from his rocket and soaking the side of the truck, his balls releasing in a sharp, hot surge of pleasure. At the same time, the badger-trucker shot forward too, throwing his head back and letting loose his own flow -- a nice hot river of pee up into tthe ferret's tailhole, a surge across his sensitive walls and prostate, an emptying of his tight, full balls. The whole time, the badger's broad, smooth hands stroked, squeezed, and tugged at the ferret's pee-sack, feeling how absurdly full and heavy it was, as if encouraging it to keep producing... of course, not at all let down by the sharp, needy tugs of flesh around his own massively peeing dick.

The trucker badger pulled out, spurting the last of his gold onto the ferret's cute backside, leaving his hole gaping and dripping slightly before it tightened back up. A few more bursts emanated from the very sensitive, smaller mustelid's penis before he wound down too. As soon as they subsided, Grant stepped up to the ferret casually.

"Yes, hello, sir. I work in the store, and I just wanted to make sure you weren't bothering anyone," spoke the rodent.

"Heh, 'bothering'," chuckled the trucker badger. "I'd say he's doin' fine. By my count I'm his third so far. An' they've all wanted it, so I think he's okay."

The ferret nodded approvingly, staring between the legs of that rodent, eyeing that giant bulge and the slight yellow stain.

"May I?" he asked.

"Sure, if we can join," said a voice behind the beaver. It was Sammy and Randall, both still bottomless, hard, and full of piss.

"Holy shit," came another voice. This one belonged to that big bear, walking with an audible slosh from all the piss the ferret had blasted into him.

"The more the merrier, am I right?" said yet another -- this one being the trucker fox.

Meanwhile back in the store, Aaron's eyes widened as he saw the action on the camera. He could see Grant and an off-duty Sammy out there with the three truckers and the bull. Obviously the ferret was soliciting them, but the actions seemed pleasant and consensual.

"Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained," he said to himself, pulling his pants back up -- as if he needed to, the bulge quite blatant regardless -- and heading outside to see what was going on.

By now, the sexual septet -- the three truckers, plus Sammy, Grant, Randall, and that ferret -- were all in conversation. The beaver, fox, and bear all had their pants down now, their big juicy dicks and pee-sacks out and at full attention.

"Name's Steve, by the way," said the big-balled ferret as he nuzzled at Grant the beaver's big fat sack and dick. "So this is how this is gonna work. I'm gonna suck you... that cutie with the fluffy tail's gonna fuck me..."

"...and I'm gonna get under and fondle his balls. Maybe eat his ass!" said the bear.

"I'll take your ass, you stud," added the fox.

The badger hmm'ed and got behind the beaver, admiring his firm round ass-cheeks. "I think I'll take your coworker," he said.

Grant raised his big flat paddle tail, showing his cute butt to the big-dicked badger. At the same time, Steve kissed the beaver's cocktip while on his knees. Sammy the skunk was kneeling behind him, that big broad bear on the pavement with his face before the mephit's full heavy pee-sack. This was met with a squeeze, then a wet lick to the skunkie's perky pucker. With his legs spread wide, the ursine offered his big round ass -- still nice and full of ferret pee -- to the fox, who knelt down and ground his cocktip against that wet, slick ring of flesh.

Randall got behind the badger now, huffing and grinding his own rather hefty dick between the badger's large round ass-cheeks, a nice pair of buns for that hot dog indeed.

Finally, there was Aaron, the wolf with nothing to lose. He got behind the bull and said softly, "I can't believe I'm doing this... but as long as it's all consensual and you're not bothering anyone..." With a thrust forward, the long uncut wolfcock sank into that bull-hole, still full and wet with skunk-piss from earlier. In turn, the man-train went on: bull into bdager, badger into beaver, a four-man approach as each was already throbbing, bubbling, leaking into the next one forward, so much pre-pee from all four you'd think they'd already burst. Grant clamped down hard on that wide, thick beavercock, feeling it bubble and twitch, his own now about halfway in the ferret's maw as it slurped and suckled. There was a lot of force as the four-man train went, wolf into bull, bull into badger, badger into beaver, thrusting, throbbing, leaking, plapping -- big fat pee-balls smacking together like a Newton's cradle.

That ferret bobbed his head, slurping and sucking, squeezing at those big firm beaver-balls, hearing the lewd, lusty slosh. At the same time, Sammy's dick surged and twitched, already close as he began to fuck the ferret, reaching forward to wrap both hands around the very hard, leaky ferret-dick, angling it upwards as long streaks of pre-pee shot up and trailed back down the ferret's chest.

Underneath, that big burly bear was going to town, his hands cupped around those orbs, feeling how nicely heavy all that pee made them. In between, his long wet tongue darted about, twirling around the mephit's anus a few times, then down his taint to the balls and back for added pleasure -- feeling those orbs sway and smack as the skunkie railed the ferret. Finally, all the way at the back, the fox sank balls-deep into an already piss-filled bear tailhole, feeling the wet warmth around as he began to thrust in nice and hard while simultaneously reaching up to crank on the big long beardick. Of course, plenty of pre-piss bubbled into the vulpine's hands at every stroke.

This eight-way train of dicks and balls carried on. Plaps, smacks, squeezes, moans. Eight steely erections, sixteen very tight, full sacks straining full of ready-to-release piss.

"Oh fuck, gotta pee!"

"I gotta piss too!"

"So full!"

"Aah... so close... gonna pee all over..."

Maybe it was because he didn't get a chance to get sucked off earlier, but Aaron the wolf boss was the first to pop. His hips shot forward into that bovid, hands on the latter's hips as a hard, hot burst of piss blew out of him. The lupine's legs wobbled as he threw his head back, peeing wonderfully hard into the clenching, tugging hole of the male in front of him, rendering it far fuller of piss than it already was.

Of course, feeling like there was a firehose up his ass, the bull couldn't hold it back either. His own hefty dick went off just as hard -- a surge of golden yellow into the wide, round ass of the badger, a moan, a shiver, a burst of pleasure through his male length, a very strong emission of his full heavy pee-sack.

"Oh fuck... I'm peeing!" huffed Randall.

At this point, it was like a chain reaction. That thick badger growled out, smacking the beaverbutt before him with one hand, the other cupping the rodent's balls as the large mustelid hit his peak too! His thick, wide penis set off in perfect time, rippling with a nice hot salty golden wave of urinary climax, a long steady stream right up into the beaver's backside -- a feeling only intensified with the similar surge into his own ass! This in turn set off Grant, who bit his lip and grunted, clamping down hard on the fat cock inside him and simultaneously peaking in one long, hot golden burst of urine as well. Salty and yellow, it raced out of his shaft and into the eagerly slurping mouth of that ferret, lips tight around the root like a cockring as he gulped down the hot, salty load.

Of course, with those giant balls of his, the ferret couldn't dare hold back. With both skunk-hands on his cannon, it fired off hard -- an enormous, hot, dark-yellow river of urine just surging from the tip, spraying upwards in an arc, all over his head and body, running down his fur, and no doubt catching both Sammy and Grant in the splash zone. His moans were muffled by the actively-pissing beaver-cock, throat rippling and gulping even in the throes of his very strong climax. Still full of badger-pee, the ferret's ass rippled and tugged needily, coaxing a moan and a sharp burst of urine from that big long skunk-dick, its owner shivering and shaking as he cupped the ferret's ass-cheeks.

That bear had his tongue quite deep up the skunk's ass now, licking and slurping, twirling all around the sensitive walls, no doubt adding to the pleasure as that mephit peed so hard into the ferret-butt. Of cousre, the balls were not spared attention, that hefty sack of urine getting a few good squeezes and tugs as if to tell it "keep going!"

Ursine cock, wrapped and stroked and tugged by those fox-hands, shot off next. Tensing up, the large male grunted and wobbled, his huge length firing straight upward in the air, a several-foot arc of hot yellow rocketing up out of him in one long, steady blast... a strong salty urinary climax of his own, his moans muffled by the skunkbutt and balls. Last, but certainly not least, was the owner of those hands -- the fox grunting hard and growling, slamming his dick into the already heavily-pissed-in bearbutt, rewarding it with another steady, hot, golden flow straight up out of his balls. All of this seemed to happen so closely together, all eight males in the chain going off simultaneously -- all eight dicks peeing and peeing and peeing, bellies distending from the sheer flow where penetration was occurring, tailholes overflowing, fur getting soaked, sixteen massively productive pee-balls doing their duty.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the hot, sweaty octet all wound down, withdrawing from each other, doing their best to clench back up and hold in as much as they could -- of course, some dribbled out regardless. All of them were satisfied for now, though clearly far from emptied. For now, just a huffing, panting, shuddering mass over near-overstimulation, of gallons and gallons of hot, salty, golden pee.

"Well, time to get back to work, I guess," said Aaron as he and Grant re-clothed and headed back in.

"Nice meeting you," said Sammy, giving Randall a hug as they, too, left. This left Steve with the fox, bear, and badger -- the ursine's gut quite distended from all of his load, the badger less so but still to a discernible degree.

"You stud," said the badger with a grin, nudging at the ferret's still massive sack. "I gotta get a move on. Here's hopin' we meet again."

"Same here," said the bear. With that, both of them drove off, leaving just ferret and fox.

"One more for the road?" asked the vulpine, his hands against the door of his cab, his tail hiked up high.

"Ooh, sure," replied the ferret eagerly as he got behind, guiding his still slick, wet cocktip against the fox's back-door and slowly, carefully sliding right in.

"How'd your pee-sack get so big anyway?" growled the fox teasingly. "All them Ball Busters?"

"Mmm, yes," replied the slinky mustelid, his wet fur meeting the fox's, hands on the vulpine's big fat balls as he began to thrust forward into that needy hole. With all the sensitivity still lingering from earlier, a peak was quick -- Steve shooting forward in less than a minute, groaning into the fox-trucker's ear as his cannon fired once more, a big hot hard jet of that salty yellow fluid bursting up out of him and into the fox's ass with so much ease! So much hot, tingly, wet, sensitive ease. His hands darted up to the foxcock, giving it a few hard, strong tugs -- and indeed, coaxing out a nice hot yellow salty jet in return, one more piss-climax rocking that older but still very virile vulpine to a moaning, squirting, spraying state!

Huffing and shivering as he wound down, the fox wriggled off that still-pissing ferret dick. "Mmm, thanks much. Now I gotta run," he said. The last shot of gold burst from Steve's shaft before the fox, too, drove off.

And so the rest of the day went. Sammy and Randall back to their respective homes, each busily jerking it off to nudes of the other; Grant and Aaron working through the rest of the day as normal, despite their aching pee-boners that would not go down, and Steve, still playing the role of the pee-slut lot lizard, still with the fullest balls around, as eager to unload as he was to help others do likewise.

Finally, the fox, bear, and badger truckers were filling back up on plenty of coffee, energy drinks, and Ball Busters, both hoping they'd find another cutie like Steve to unload into -- after all, so much more fun and pleasing than a urinal.