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Ralph brushed down the fur on the back of his neck. The tanuki didn't care for small scale work. It was stressful; a constant chance of breaking little bits and pieces, tiny spaces for welding and cutting that his thick fingers weren't really fit for. Despite all that, he took the work slowly, painstakingly so. He was on the edge of a breakthrough and there was no way he was going to give up an opportunity to play with particle physics and his beloved engineering at the same time.

Gratefully, the raccoon dog was making final adjustments. Half of his project waited patient and inert while he struggled to duplicate the settings in the second half. It was a precision task but he was so close he could feel tense anticipation swelling in his entire body. Even his balls, heavy and swollen as they were at the best of times, seemed ready to overflow with the acute awareness of this moment. Each tweak and each correction made his testes rise, eager to unleash the pressure of his work, then he heard the pair of devices rattle and skitter across the lab bench for a split second, the second leaping away from his tools in an aimless bound. But just as suddenly as they began they skidded to a stop and a low sound that could only be described as emanated into the mostly empty chamber.

Ralph grinned like a mad man and looked down in the disc he had created only to see the ceiling above his station. The physicists on level five were sure he was approaching this in he wrong way. They all insisted he needed to start on a relativistic scale. Something big that could gap the distance between stars, a generational project. The tanuki, though, always stuck to his hypothesis until there was simply nothing to cling to and now he had a portal and it was stable enough that light could pass through without distortion. He couldn't have been more excited.

Even physically. His cock throbbed passionately against his slacks, darkening the fabric with an escalating flood of precum; overwhelmed, as he often was, by feats of engineering. The canine's tail flicked eagerly behind him while scoured the room for simple materials to test in his gateway. If he wasn't so preoccupied with the triumph of science he might have felt guilt about the slime trail he was leaving but he could barely recognize the slick warmth filling his shoe, much less the mess he was leaving for the custodial staff. Instead, Ralph let the room fill with the musk of his pulsing arousal and dumped his gathered wires, bolts, pencils and screwdrivers and got ready to start teleporting.

He started with varying lengths of wire, feeding them into the thrumming hole at varying speeds only to marvel each time they reappeared on the other end of the table unscathed. Ralph tried again from the other end of the portal then in pairs of mismatched length then again with the sundry bolts. Every successful passage made his cock belch up an extra large wad of his pre that dragged a moan out of him the sexual twinges didn't stop his experimentation made play. Thee pencils came next first whole then again carved open with his utility knife see everything completely unphased on the other side.

Finally came the moment of truth. Ralph kissed his finger and sent it through, clenching his eyes shut at the very last moment. Nothing. No disintegration, no sting, no eldritch being from beyond the abyss. He opened his eyes and saw a happy little disembodied finger peeking from the other side of the table. To be sure he gave it another go, sliding his finger through his personal fold in space back and forth like he was fingering reality...

He scrambled to get his pants off. the sloppy cascade of precum made the fabric clingy and difficult to control and the lake of it in his shoe didn't help. But after a short struggle, the tanuki freed himself and the sheer size of his balls pushed his tool out violently enough to stamp his signature and gregarious Hawaiian with a moist imprint of its head. He stroked his balls to soothe the ache of need in them and to smooth the imprint of his pants' seam lines which were the ubiquitous result of his swelling problem.

If Ralph didn't get some release every few hours his massive gonads became a great deal of inconvenience. They often threatened to match the tremendous, floor-dragging size of his mystic heritage and as they grew they became so tender that the least bit of lust or attention could make him erupt in a sticky geyser of pent up need. Serendipitously, he hadn't gotten so far gone that he couldn't control them but he was reaching the time of day were he needed to do something about them and now, as was his wont, his libido had spiked with discovery and a new device to play with. This was hardly the most dangerous thing his love of machines had ever honed in on but it was the first one that could disrupt his atomic integrity.

Slowly he grabbed one end of his portal and drew in a breath to conjure enough courage to match his lust then fed his fat drive shaft through. The thrill of watching his cock through the fabric of space and rise up like a ruddy, glistening monolith made up for the bare feeling of the device. Ralph watched, enthralled but the sight of his familiar piston spewing a deluge of pre all over his workstation then pooling make in his lap. He pushed the portal to the base and gasped at the size of it while it trembled with excitement.

He knew it was thick and he'd been told it was long but he had never seen it without the illusion of a camera or the shroud of his belly. It didn't quite match the cartoonish mass of his balls but a foot long chode loomed over the table and, from this angle, he was suddenly glad he preferred to abuse his inventions rather than inflict that much blushing rod on other people. It seemed much more merciful.

Still, there were certain qualities a live body had that no machine did. He licked his lips and moved closer, waddling to keep from tripping over the soaked pants pooled around his ankles. Ralph's swollen balls bounced against his legs as he moved, making his throbbing strut gush harder and jump when he finally wrapped his fingers around the familiar girth. He could feel the pulsing vein down the left side of it, subtle and warm, the touch of his fingertips sliding through the thick layers of liquid lust. Then, slowly, wondrously, the engineer leaned close, breathing his own musk, and kissed his own cock head.

The sweet taste of pre mixed with salted skin in a warm, heady blend of of sex. Ralph was no stranger to dick; his buddy Ed on level five could attest to that, but he'd never had a chance to taste his own. The tanuki slurped slowly from bottom to the tip of his shaft, shivering from the feeling of his own breath and savouring the flavour of his precum. He rolled his foreskin back and forth to trap his tongue under it, tickling the tender head with the writhing muscle of his tongue. With as pure an objective he came to the conclusion that he liked the taste of his own tool better than any other. Ed of course was a close second but he was hooked on the particular blend of his own fuel injector as he'd grown fond of calling after he perfected his bio-fuel engine.

After a few moments, his appetite overwhelmed his scientific consideration. The raccoon dog opened his mouth as wide as he could and dropped himself onto the pulsing tool. He could smell the musk mixed with the clean crisp metallic scent of the portal manipulating space to give him this unique angle on his own sexuality. The heat of his lubricated piston radiated into his head while he gulped deeply to keep from drowning in his own precum. It came in heavy waves as his tongue and cheeks and even his teeth worked in tandem to send sparks of pleasure up his spine. He clutched the portal in his lap to offer himself every last centimeter of the throbbing pole until he could finally push past his own throat. He gagged and sputtered precum leaking from his nostrils as his body struggled to cope with an intrusion fat enough to make an obscene bulge of his esophagus.

Ralph couldn't handle it for long though, coughing and sputtering a plume of precum onto the floor, soaking more of his loud shirt in his heated need. He couldn't be finished though. He needed to cum. It was hard to tell whether the biological need or the emotional drive was greater but he couldn't stop just because his cock was too big to suck. His balls ached, ready to blast their load at any moment his shaft hadn't been so hard in a long time. Even his belly churned, ready to feel that release.

Suddenly, he knew what he needed to do. He kicked his wet shoes away, followed by his slacks, then took the portal offering up his rod and resettled it on the precum coated floor. Slowly the tanuki, poised himself over it, doing his best to get a good footing in the slick mess he'd made. Keeping the other end of the device pressed tight to his groin, he squatted, holding himself up against the lab bench, and aimed his tip at his soft pucker. The gushing stream of precum lubed him sloppily, even jetting into his body as they kissed as a sample of the infusion he was about to get.

It was so delightfully alien to feel his piston pressed between his own cheeks. Ralph wriggled his hips just to get a more complete feeling but his footing wasn't as firm as he'd have liked and his slipped to the floor, scarcely avoiding being lanced by far too much tanuki dick than he was prepared to take in that moment. Instead he felt his rump close around his shaft like a bun for a hot dog and, once recovered, he couldn't help but play with it. His hips rolling back and forth over the rod now pinned to the floor. He moaned loud and unabashed as he worked himself over. The soft crush of his plush butt might have been enough but he had a mission so he shifted to his knees and picked up the portal again holding it in place under him and finally pressed it to his ring again.

Ralph winced as he started to put pressure on himself, his weight carefully measured to overcome the tension in his own portal. But his own impactor was bigger than the dildos he kept at home and it was a tight fit. He whined under his breath determined to take it anyway. After a long moment though, his fat tip finally popped in a crashing tidal wave of precum coursing through him augmented by the simultaneous sensations of fucking and being fucked. He bobbed up and down slowly but with increasing enthusiasm letting the thickness roll over his prostate. He could feel the pints of pre flowing through his belly, filling him quickly as he plunged into his own heat, groaning and writhing on his knees with the feeling. He only wished he had a free hand for his balls, tender and pulsing with need and ready blow but he was quickly careening to the edge of his climax without his beloved testicles so he rode own. He finally reached the metal portal, warmed by precum and body heat and bounced from tip to base once more before he exploded.

The thick cream ran like a river through him. His round belly quickly started to swell as he emptied his pent up load. The stretching feeling was only half as wonderful as the orgasm though, the mind shaking shockwaves keeping him perfectly still as the tension of lust and diligence turned into the pressure of gallons of cum filling his gut. The excess spilled back out of him onto the floor and down over his balls through the portal as he withstood the long process of emptying his huge balls. The flow of heavy heat painting his tender balls was lovely: a musky coat of relaxation, a creamy reward for defying the conventions of quantum entanglement the unavoidable side effect of working too long without taking a fap break, any number of things but Ralph simply let it wash over him until the flow finally stopped and he slipped the portal out from under the inflated dome of his belly.

He rolled to one side then to his back as he fought down the need to burp up some of the spunk that made it too far through his system. His tail wagged weakly as he ruined his shirt in the sticky white now spread all over the floor to mix with the mess of precum already starting to cool but he was too full, again glad that he was more inclined to inflict his injector on machines than bodies. Gradually it dawned on him that this might turn rather uncomfortable but it was hard for the thought to really stick when he was so high off the triumph of science and self sex. But he did need to eventually drain some of it and get up to write his reports so he reached into his breast pocket and punched a phone call into his cell phone. Ed would definitely complain but maybe he could get the mouse to do a quick peer review once they got him back on his feet.