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David Hemming was late for work, and he had no one to blame for it but himself. Even after having budgeted plenty of extra time in the morning for him to get cleaned up and ready, he had still just barely had time to brush his teeth, throw on some clothes, and slip out the door without even so much as grabbing a slice of toast like some anime school kid.

The problem had started as soon as he had woken up to find that he was full on, rock hard boned. It was fairly impressive that he was so cocked, locked, and ready to rock given the large splatters of drying cum that clung to the charcoal grey fur of his lupine chest. He must have creamed himself in his sleep at least three times to make such a mess. He didn't spend much time pondering it, though. He instead decided to pound one out before hopping into the shower.

He was amazed at how sensitive his cock was. The rigid shaft felt about ready to burst the second he wrapped a paw around it. By the time he was three pumps in, he had to lean against the tile wall of the shower stall to steady himself; his legs were shuddering from the sheer intensity of his arousal. David had to stroke nice and slow to keep from creaming instantly, but even then it wasn't more than three minutes before he found himself sitting flat on his ass on the wet tile of the shower stall firing huge, thick ropes of cum from his rigid cock.

The first spurt of jizz was as large as any load he had ever blown in his life. The burst lasted a good three seconds and resulted in one massive, continuous rope of cum that arced through the air and splattered noisily against the shower walls before plopping back down straight on top of his head. That would have been an impressive wad by any normal standards, but he wasn't done yet. A second, and then a third, and then a fourth rope of spunk erupted from his cock. It wasn't until his seventh jet that the torrent had finally begun to taper off. By the time he had finished he was left panting for breath as he sat slumped against the shower wall, jizz dripping off of his grey fur.

If that had been the end of it he would have easily still had time to hose off and get ready for work with plenty of time to spare, but by the time he was halfway through his shower, his dick was solid as a rock all over again. Even his nuts were feeling so full and heavy that they almost ached from their need to be drained.

He ended up pounding out another one in the shower... And then another while brushing his teeth... And another while searching the pantry for something to eat... He was still rock hard and in desperate need of a good hard nutting when he looked at the clock and saw that he was supposed to be at work five minutes ago. He had quickly wiped off the jizz that had splattered on him during the past few beatings, threw on his green and red Wurf Beer polo shirt and his blue jean pants, and high tailed it down the road.

He staggered into the brewery just in time for the Monday morning team meeting. He just knew he reeked of jizz, but had no time to do anything about it. The constant smell of spunk wafting off him just made him even hornier. Throughout the entire meeting, he fidgeted in his chair. He needed to get out of there and choke the proverbial chicken in the employee restroom, but he didn't dare get up during a meeting, especially not one that the brewery owner was in attendance for.

His painfully boned cock was oozing pre like a faucet. He could already tell that his boxers were soaked clean through. He just hoped that the dark blue denim pants he was wearing wouldn't make the wetness of his crotch too obvious.

He continued to shift and fidget in his seat as he pretended to listen to budget forecasts and new shipping routes and new flavor launches and whatever else the big wigs at corporate felt like dropping on them, but he couldn't take his mind off of his rigid dick and his painfully full balls. He felt like he could scream if he didn't get out of there soon.

The manager apparently noticed David's restlessness and called him out on it. "Mr. Hemming. Is there something you wish to add?" The dour old, grey bulldog asked loudly. Suddenly all eyes in the meeting room were on him. David was immediately self-conscious about his sopping wet crotch and his and his painfully erect boner, but he tried to play it off as coolly as possible.

"No sir. Everything looks great to me." He replied as casually as he could muster, but sweat was flowing off his forehead and he was shuddering slightly. His nerves weren't the primary culprit though. He literally felt like his cock could go off like a bottle rocket at any second. It was taking all the resolve he had to not cream his jeans right there in front of the entire management staff. He flashed two cheesy thumbs up at the boss. The old bulldog scowled at him, but seemed to be momentarily appeased.

David let out a soft sight and began to sink into his seat, but the motion caused the front of his jeans to rub against his oversensitive dick. He immediately tensed up. His whole body shuddered as he tried to hold back the impending surge. He was sure he was going to bust his nut right then and there with all eyes on him as he did so.

David slowly relaxed as he felt his need to cream momentarily abate. The boss gave him a quick stern look but then returned to his speech. David wasn't even sure how he had summoned such a superhuman level of self-control, but the grey wolf wasn't going to argue with it. He wasn't out of the woods yet, though. He still needed to blow extremely bad, and there was no telling how much longer he would be stuck in this boring-ass meeting.

The meeting dragged on and on as spreadsheet after boring spreadsheet was thrown up on the overhead projector. Sales were good. Morale was good. Work ethic was good. The only not good was David's overwhelming need to cum. His brain was screaming at him to find release. He was so ready to blow that he was half tempted to whip it out right there in the middle of the meeting and pound one out. He would be fired for that for sure, but at least he would be out of that stuffy room and back home where he could pound one out, one right after the other for as long as it took to finally make some headway on draining his insanely pent up nuts. His balls felt so full and heavy that he doubted he'd ever be able to fully pump them dry even if he were to cum nonstop for five years.

After what seemed like hours, the manager finally adjourned the weekly status meeting and sent the workers back to their post. David made a beeline to the restroom, but he was stopped by one of his pals. "You alright there, man." said Alex, a short, slender fox whom David had known since he had started working there.

"Yeah... Think it must have been something I ate..." David said weakly and then pushed on into the restroom. Fortunately for him, Alex didn't bother following.

David ducked into one of the stalls and lifted the seat. The second he dropped his pants he was surprised at the state of his cock. It was completely laminated in slimy pre and his nuts looked huge. Normally his average sized balls were the size of sparrow's eggs, but now that were so pent up that they had swelled up to the size of large chicken's eggs. He didn't have time to marvel at the growth though. He quickly aimed his dick at the bowled and began pumping. He had been so ready to burst for so long that it only took three quick pumps of his shaft to get him spurting like a fire hose. He must have came four or five times, but it felt like one solid jet that lasted for almost two minutes. Every time one of his spurts would start to taper off he would start cumming all over again. He didn't even have time to get a decent breath in during the short downtimes.

By the time he was finally finished, he had managed to fill the entire toilet bowl right up to the brim with thick spunk. He watched in awe as some of the goop oozed over the edge of the bowl and slopped onto the ground. It was so thick that it looked like it had been weeks since he had emptied his nuts instead of just two hours, and the sheer volume of spunk seemed impossible for his chicken egg sized balls.

He slumped back against the stall door and took a minute to catch his breath as he marveled at the huge wad that was sloshing around in the toilet bowl. After deliberating for a moment, he reached forward and pulled the handle to flush the toilet. The bowl made a loud hissing sound followed by a loud, disgusting "schlorp" as it blasted fresh water into the murk and open the gates to try and drain the gloop. The sudden influx of water caused the huge pit of spunk to slosh and froth. Thick, heavy waves of warm spooge roiled over the edge of the bowl and landed with a splat at David's feet. He quickly hopped and hobbled out of the stall with his pants still around his ankles to avoid getting splashed by errant waves of spunk.

He was relieved to see that the restroom was still empty. It would have been embarrassing for him to explain to his coworkers why he was standing around with his pants down and his dick standing at attention. It was then that he realized that his cock was still rock hard. Even after having just blown a load large enough to plug a toilet, he still didn't feel like he had made any progress on getting ahead of his libido. His nuts already felt as full and heavy as they had before he had plugged up the toilet.

He shuffled awkwardly over to the sink and splashed some warm water on his crotch and soaped down his hands. It had seemed like a perfectly innocent thing to do. He was just going to try and clean off the layer of slime that had accrued on his dick during the last two hours, but by the time he was three strokes in he realized the error of his ways. He could feel his cock shuddering in the palm of his hands as he rubbed the soap into his rigid shaft.

The wolf let out a sound that was half a sigh of bliss and half a groan of annoyance. He really should have known better than to stroke his hypersensitive dick, but the damage had already been done. Seeing no way around it, David adjusted his stance and aimed his dick right into the sink. He continued to stroke and pump his shaft tenderly, allowing the liquid hand soap to foam and lather up his dick while he did so. He was torn between wanting to just go ahead and get it over with and savoring his alone time. He would have gladly spent hours standing there, dumping load after load down the drain, but he knew that at any given moment one of his friends or coworkers could come waltzing through the unlocked door.

Since he made no effort to try and hold back, it really didn't take long for him to reach yet another climax. Even though it was only a few minutes since clogging the toilet, his wad was just as huge and thick as last time. He realized almost instantly that he had made a grave miscalculation, though. This time he did not have anything to steady himself with. Just like the time before his legs became very weak and unstable as soon as his cock erupted. The way his body was shuddering made it impossible for him to aim as well as he had hoped. The majority of his spunk landed in the sink, but a large percentage of it also ended up all over the walls, and the ceiling, and the mirrors, and the floor. Much of the restroom ended up drenched in his torrent of spooge.

The sink was able to hold far less than the toilet and quickly overflowed, and yet he still couldn't stop cumming. His wad splashed into the already overflowing sink, causing ripples in the thick pool of jizz. Warm, gooey spunk sloshed over the sides and splattered against the floor, splashing a bunch of it up and down his pant legs in the process.

David was already two minutes into his mind blowing orgasm, and his body couldn't take much more. His legs wobbled unsteadily and then gave out altogether. He slumped heavily to his knees. Acting on instinct, he grabbed the nearest surface to steady himself on.

His hand gripped the edge of the sink, which helped soften the blow as he landed on his knees and kept him from falling over completely but had the unfortunate side effect of causing even more jizz to splatter out, completely covering his chest in warm spunk in the process. From his now much lower position on the floor it was impossible for him to get his wad to go into the sink and so he just gave up trying. He let the fire hose in his pants just unload as it willed. That last minute of his volley of spooge splatter noisily against the wall and the pipes underneath the sink. The huge gobs of jizz oozed downward onto the ground and began to pool about his knees.

By the time he finally stopped, he was so winded that he couldn't even muster the energy to stand up. He spent the next few minutes just sitting in the puddle of spunk waiting for his breathing and heart rate to stabilize. It was a miracle that no one had poked there head in for the time that he was in there, but he knew his luck would not hold out much longer.

He staggered awkwardly to his feet and looked at himself in the mirror. Even through the jizz-splattered glass, he could make out how absolutely filthy he was. He was literally dripping with cum. Seeing no other option, David pulled his soaked pants up and buckled them shut, and then trudged over to the other, less devastated sink.

He spent the next fifteen minutes running warm water onto paper towels and trying his best to give his fur and his wardrobe a makeshift sponge bath. The net result was that his clothes were soaked with jizz and tap water, but at least he had manage to greatly diminish the thickness and potency of the copious cum splatters that covered his body.

When he finally managed to get out of the restroom he found Alex waiting patiently for him right outside the door. The small fox had a noticeably concerned expression on his face. "That sounded nasty." He said seriously. He then held up a glass of water in one hand a bottle of Imodium in the other. David breathed a long sigh of relief as he saw his friend's gesture. Apparently the fox thought that David was suffering from a catastrophic case of sour gut as opposed to a devastating case of blue balls. The wolf graciously accepted the pills and water and staggered off back to his post.

The rest of his shift didn't go much better. He worked for as long as he could, but he had to keep ducking into the restroom every twenty to thirty minutes to take care of the buildup. There were a few other shift leaders working the brewery that day, so there was almost always someone nearby who cover for him for a few minutes at a time so the business didn't suffer, but things went from bad to worse for the last hour of his shift.

Alex was the last of the other shift leaders to leave, leaving David in charge of overseeing brewing and bottling for the last hour of operation. The rules clearly stated that at least one supervisor must be on hand at all times in the event of an emergency, and so David was bound by honor and by duty to stick to his post for the duration of his sentence.

The last hour seemed to drag on for years. He had gotten one last beating in before Alex left and hoped it would be enough, but by the time he was twenty minutes into the final hour, it was obvious that he was gonna have a bad time. By the thirty minute mark his painfully boned dick was already streaming pre like a faucet. By the time he hit the forty five minute mark, his dick was so sensitive that the slight rubbing of his soaked pants against his overly sensitive cock was causing him to shudder and almost cream with every step he took.

He spent the last ten minutes glaring at the clock, begging it to move faster. He only had to wait until fifty five after and then he could hit the whistle signaling that it was time to pack it up for the night. He spent the time period standing still, leaning against the railing of the overseers' platform, hunched over in a position that took the pressure off his crotch as much as possible. The net result was that he ended up looking much like Montgomery Burns staring down upon his subjects with ruthless authority.

The second the clock struck fifty five, David hurtled his way across the platform and slammed the button to signal quitting time. Every step he took he felt like he was creaming. He was sure that small spurts of jizz were slipping out despite his best efforts, but his pants were so thoroughly soaked with pre that it hardly would have been noticeable. He was leaving a very definite slime trail everywhere he went, though. He just knew that the cleaning staff would be livid tomorrow, but there was little he could do about it.

Within a matter of minutes, all the other employees were packed up and on their way home. David locked up immediately after the last employee left and then climbed into his car and went for blue sparks all the way home. He made it home in record time and charged into his apartment without even bothering to ensure that the door was locked. He quickly peeled off his drenched clothes and climbed into the shower.

The wolf was actually a little surprised that he didn't feel like he needed to cum quite as bad anymore. Sure, he still felt incredibly pent up, but he no longer felt like his dick would pop like a champagne bottle on New Year's Eve if he so much as laid a finger on it. He wasn't sure why his libido had finally begun to die down, but he was quick to capitalize on this and set out to take a nice, hot shower. His fur was so caked with jizz and pre that he couldn't imagine a better way to unwind after a stressful day at the office.

He was actually glad that he no longer felt like he needed to bust a nut every ten minutes. He loved pounding one out as much as the next guy, but there's such a thing as too much of a good thing. His need to nut had taken over his entire life.

He hopped in the shower and let the warm water course over his jizz-caked, grey fur. The water felt amazing. It was as if all his worried from the previous day were melting away. His whole body felt lighter as the layers of spunk began to drip off of him. The wolf would have liked it even better if his nuts had felt lighter too, though.

His balls felt incredibly heavy. It felt more like he was swinging a pair of bowling balls between his legs than a normal pair of testes. He was almost afraid to look for fear that maybe they had actually grown on him.

David tried to put it all out of his mind. He was so high strung after work that he really needed some time to just clear his head. He closed his eyes and soaped up his body, losing himself in the feeling of his paws massaging the gel into his fur and the sounds of the water steady pattering against the walls and floor.

He did an amazingly good job of reaching a meditative state. He barely even registered it when one of his hands slipped low and started pumping his sensitive cock. It felt so nice that he left it there the entire time and proceeded to finish the rest of his shower with just one hand. With his cleaning done, the grey wolf grabbed a towel, quickly dried off his fur, and strode briskly into his bedroom.

David started to gather some clothes to wear, but then decided against it. He just wasn't feeling it tonight, and it's not like he had to worry about anyone seeing him. He pulled his towel off from around his waist and chucked it into the clothes hamper before shutting the closet door and heading back out to the living room. He had a little more swagger in his step than normal as he went. His nuts felt amazingly full. He loved the way the slapped against his thighs as his hips rocked back and forth in time with his steps. He could swear he could actually feel the cum churning inside of them.

He plopped down on the couch and began to lazily flip through the channels, all the while he had a paw idly working his crank. He flipped through all the basic cables and then went on to the few premium channels he had paid for, but still nothing interested him. The farther he flipped into the more exotic channels the less and less he found that he was actually watching the TV at all. He was steadily losing himself in the pleasant sensation of working his stick shift.

Already his dick was oozing pre like it had been all day at work, but it still didn't feel like he was in any danger of cumming. His balls felt fuller and heavier by the second, but they didn't ache for release like they had earlier in the day. Somehow no matter how full they felt, they just kept getting fuller.

The wolf's eyes were closed as he continued to happily stroke his cock; the TV had become nothing more than white noise and was quickly getting drowned out by his ever increasing moans of pleasure. He was so lost in his bliss that he didn't even notice that he could no longer wrap a paw all the way around his usually medium sized dick. Some part of his mind had registered the change, though. He reached over with his free paw and put that one to work right alongside the other. He was so lost in his ecstasy that it didn't even occur to him that he had both paws on his shaft, but there was so much room that his paws were in no danger of bumping into each other.

The first thing that actually managed to rouse him from his stupor was the quiet thump and soft bump of his nuts reaching the floor. His eyes fluttered open slightly at first, but then they snapped wide open the second he realized he was now staring face to face with his own cock. He was so shocked, bewildered, and turned on that his massive dick began to shudder and convulse. Even in his state of intense arousal, he was sure that he saw the tip of his dick turn ever so slightly so that his own slit was aimed right at him. He could have sworn the now six inch long crevasse straight down the center of his cock head upturned slightly at the corner as if it was smirking at him. He could have sworn that the thing even winked at him, even though that would be physically impossible for something that has no eyes.

That was the last thought that crossed his mind before everything went white. Suddenly, he no longer had the ability to hold back, it was as if whatever it was that was holding him back let go and left his jizz to erupt unabated. The first spray was beyond massive. Spunk erupted like his cock like lava from a volcano. The spooge arced through the air and splattered hard against his ceiling and the light fixtures. The solid geyser of cum lasted for a good thirty seconds before tapering off.

David barely had time to take in three, long, labored gasps of air before his cock exploded once again. The sheer intensity of it even dwarfed his previous, massive wad. His mind was going completely fuzzy from the sheer orgasmic force of his explosive nutting. His current eruption lasted over a minute. By the time it finally began to taper off, he, and everything around him, was coated in a thick layer of slimy spunk. The entire carpet in the living room was so saturated with jizz that he could feel it squishing beneath his feet and his toes sinking into it as if it was a soapy sponge. As his paws sunk deeper, he could feel the saturated jizz seeping out of the spongy carpet between his toes.

David slunk lower into his couch and whined softly. That was the most amazing experience of his life, but it had taken its toll on him. His heart was pounding in his chest and his breaths were coming in as short, haggard gasps. With each breath more and more spunk dripped off of his muzzle and into his mouth. He was so exhausted that he just wanted to drift off into a nice, blissful sleep, but he could already tell by the intense need to cum building up in his still completely boned cock that he wouldn't be getting any relief any time.

He tried his best to brace himself for yet another massive burst, but he could only manage the most rudimentary of preparation. He was sorely unprepared when yet another, even heavier volley erupted from his now three foot long cock. His now yoga ball sized nuts were still roiling audibly with pent up jizz. Even with all the cumming he had been doing, he still hadn't managed to even begin to get ahead of his insanely enhanced production.

His cock convulsed violently and then erupted again, but this time it was far different than before. Instead of being a violent explosion of jizz it was more of a solid, steady stream. Spunk was gushing out of his dick like water from a fire hose. The force of the focused blast was enough to pressure wash the paint off of his ceiling. In a way it was fortunate that a thick layer of sticky spunk had completely covered every inch of the ceiling. If not for the smell, the goopy consistency, and the steady drip of seminal fluids it might have even appeared as if he had simply redone the old and faded paintjob that had originally covered the room.

He could only gaze on in dazed awe as his cock continued to spew forth gallons upon gallons of cum. Already the entire apartment was flooded with an ankle pool of jizz and there was no signs of it stopping any time soon. The intense orgasmic pleasure wracked every inch of his body, but his muscles were too exhausted to even shudder properly. He simply twitched lazily as he slid even farther down the seat. Before he knew it, he was seated atop his beanbag chair sized balls with his head resting on the spooge-slicked seat cushions of his sofa. His eyes lolled about in his head as he half-heartedly watched the steady column of jizz crash against his ceiling and then rain down upon his apartment. His mind was so overloaded with sheer sexual euphoria that he couldn't even feel his balls finally beginning to feel less pent up for the first time in almost twenty four hours.

Finally, after what seemed like days, the steady stream of spunk died off, and his cock began to soften. He had never before been glad to have a boner finally die away like that, but it was the first time he had managed to get ahead of his arousal all day. His cock was extremely tender and still amazingly sensitive, but it was soft. He managed a half-hearted fist pump before his eyes finally rolled back and he slipped into a blissful slumber.

He had no idea how long he was out, but when his eyes finally fluttered open he was greeted by the sight of his now enormous cock standing straight upright. The weird part was, it wasn't even hard. It was just standing there, like a cobra peacefully bobbing along to the rhythm of a snake charmer. The thing was incredibly huge. It reached all the way up to the ceiling, making it a good eight feet long, but it was only a little thicker than David's waist. He wasn't sure what to think of what he was seeing. He furrowed his brow uncertainly and gave a weak little wave of his paw, as if he was half-heartedly greeting someone in a crowded place that he didn't really want to admit to knowing.

He actually wasn't all the surprised when his cock nodded happily at him. The huge slit curled into a happy grin. In a way it seemed almost like a puppy that was happy to see its master arrive home after a long day at the office. David in turn felt like said master who was so strung out after a rough day that he couldn't even muster the will to throw an old shoe for the little scamp to chase after.

His humongous dick lunged forward like an anaconda and slid under the exposed section of his back that hung between the sofa where his head still rested and his massive ballsack where his rump was firmly seated. The sentient cock slowly and gently propped up the spooge-soaked grey wolf and brought him upright. David's dick made every effort to make sure he was comfortable, and snaked under both of his armpits to prop him up, much like a good pal would do for a black-out drunk buddy that it was trying to get home safely.

The enormous, puffy glans nuzzled in close against the side of David's face. It was so massive that it even dwarfed his entire head by a good margin. David smiled weakly and gave his gentle, living cock a soft pat on the head. It was so strange for him because he could feel everything that was happening with his cock despite not having any actual control of it. He could feel his armpits and the small of his back brushing against the chubbed, sensitive flesh of his prehensile cock, and he could even feel his hand gently rubbing the spongy head. His paw felt so tiny in comparison to his gigantic cock that it almost felt like his dick was being gently rubbed with the tip of a stylus as opposed to being rubbed by a full open palm.

His cock moved around to the front of his face and beamed happily at him before moving in close for a passionate kiss. He could feel both the maw of his cock pressing against his mouth like a lover's lips as well as his own passionate lips mashing against the super sensitive tip of his puffy glans. He couldn't help himself; it just felt too good. His tongue began to slip into his own slit. Electric surges of pleasure coursed through his body and dick as he felt his own tongue flicking around inside the opening of his cock. Pre flowed from his dick and into his mouth, coating his tongue with slimy liquid and flooding his senses with the bitter taste and smell.

His dick begin to drift away from his mouth and nuzzled a path down over his neck. He could feel himself being gently lowered back down atop his colossal nuts. He was gently rocked back and forth by the huge reservoir if jizz that was stored in his pent up balls. He almost pleaded for his cock to come back and continuing cuddling with him, but he chose against it. After all, he knew exactly what it was that his cock wanted because it was what he wanted too.

David was now draped over his massive nuts with his ass lifted up high for his own cock to make use of. He spread his furry grey buttcheeks wide and lifted his bushy tail to allow his humongous, sentient cock to have its way with him. He whimpered softly as he felt the massive head push up against his eager ass. For a brief, fleeting second, he had some misgivings about allowing something that was thicker around than he was to slide into him, but the second he began to feel his ass spreading wider to allow the gigantic dick access, he let out a soft, contented sigh and relaxed.

David could feel the segment of his shaft that was wedged under his gut steadily quivering and plumping in anticipation, but could feel the segment at the very end of his dick was already rock hard. Somehow it seemed that his cock was able to limit which parts actually got fully hard. He didn't really care enough to ponder the mechanics of it, though. With every passing second inch after glorious inch of the mammoth dong was sliding into it. He could feel his hips being pushed apart in order to make room for more and more glorious cock. The feeling was so amazing that he didn't care about physics or logic; he just wanted to be shagged rotten by his own freakishly enlarged dick.

As the gigantic cock dug deeper and deeper into him, he could actually see his midriff spreading wider and taking on the same shape and size of the immense glans that was nestled deep within him. He couldn't help but run his paws around the indentations; he just had to somehow feel with his hands what his eyes refused to believe. He felt a shudder run up his spine as he felt his own paws pressing against his cock through the thin layer of fur and flesh that separated them.

He felt his cock begin to slide back out of him. He instinctively pawed at the bulging outline of it around his midsection, trying in vain to keep it inside of him. He need not have worried though. The gigantic dick had no intention of letting him off so easy. Just as it was about to pull out, it reversed course and slammed back into him with such force that David howled in ecstasy.

It didn't end there though. Over and over, the massive dick reamed him senseless. He was so overcome by the intense pleasure of being spread so wide and ridden so hard that his arms gave of from under him and he flopped face down onto his massive, sloshing balls. His whole body rocked and bucked back and forth; the powerful pistoning of the immense cock buried within him caused him to rock back and forth; the violent churning and sloshing of the ginormous, pent up nuts that he was riding caused him to roll and wobble back and forth; on top of it all, his whole body was shuddering from pure, adulterated, sexual bliss.

He was as ready to cum as he was ready to be cum inside of, but he did not have control over that. Whatever sentience that now occupied his cock dictated when, where, and how much spunk would erupt from it. All David could do was enjoy the ride, and enjoy it he did. He forgot everything about the outside world. As far as he was concerned, the only things that were real were the gigantic sofa sized ballsack that he was suspended atop, the eight feet of cock that was reaming him senseless, and his pleasantly stretched out body.

His whole body shuddered and convulsed as he orgasmed time and time again, but the only liquids that entered him was the steady flood of pre oozing out of his cock. The flood of juices seeping into him was so much that his gut had already started to fill up like a water balloon. He never would have believed it to be possible, but the extra stretching of his belly made him feel even better. He felt so amazing that he couldn't help but beg for release while all the while wishing it would never end.

There was no telling how long he was being plowed by his gigantic, possessed cock. Time had no meaning to him anymore. As far as he was concerned, this must be what heaven felt like. He had always thought the idea of spending an eternity trapped in the same peaceful, easy feeling was silly and maybe even a little boring, but if the afterlife felt even half as good as he felt now, he would not be upset to spend the remain like that until far past the end of time itself.

Eventually, even his massive, sentient schlong could not contain itself. David's entire body shuddered in synch with the lurching and sputtering of the immense cock that was buried halfway into him. He let out a howl that pierced the still night air on the entire surrounding city block as he felt hundreds of gallons of jizz flooding into him. His already bloated belly began to swell up rapidly. The sensation of being stretched wider and filled fuller by the second was sent him spiraling into new dimensions of euphoric bliss that he had never dreamed possible. The pleasure was maddeningly intense. No matter how much he came, he still did not feel like it was near enough to ease the intensity of his sexual climax.

Even after having spent much of the day firing off jets of spunk that could drag on for minutes, David had never believed it was possible to cum so hard, or so much, or so long, but there seemed to be no end to it. He was already suspended atop his massive king sized waterbed of a belly, and his gut was still inflating. Every second that passed, more and more spunk flooded into him, stretching him out farther and farther. He wanted to cry out in ecstasy, but he was too far gone to even manage the weakest of murmurs, let alone even mouth the most basic of words.

His gut continued to inflate even after he felt his back press against the spunk-coated ceiling of his apartment. Even the lowest ceilings in his place were a bit over ten feet high. The thought that his gut was higher than that was inconceivable. If he had been capable of rational thought by that point, he would have been glad that all the light fixtures were the types that were set in so that they were flush with the ceiling and that all the lights were low wattage and not very hot to the touch. In his current state, though, all he could think about was how nice it felt to be pushed ever deeper into the expanding balloon of his cum-laden belly.

By the time the gigantic cock was finally spent, the wolf's immense, grey furred belly filled up every available inch in his spacious living room. It had even shoved every last bit of furniture he owned against the walls, and bits of his massive, roiling cum balloon of a belly protruded through doorways and into the neighboring rooms.

His cock went completely slack as if it too was completely winded from the intense fucking it had given the grey wolf. The sheer force of the pent up spunk was eventually enough to force the dick out of his ass like a fat kid in the pipes at a chocolate factory. David managed a soft whimper of bliss as he felt the warm spunk begin to seep out through his blown out ass. It would probably take him days to fully deflate, but he did not mind at all. Every second of it was sure to be absolute bliss.