Meeting Ruffitt
I've been told I have a weird relationship with my boyfriend. It's not just because he also happens to be my boss--which is only part of the story--it's more about how we manage to spend all our time together.
Sure, a lot of couples find ways to do that, but not usually by one keeping the other in their pants most of the time.
I'm Bender, I'm a rat, I'm about six inches tall. Nothing special to look at--drab gray fur, a little bit of a belly, a hard bend in my tail from an accident when I was a kid--but when most people are a dozen times your size, they're not looking at your details anyway.
I first met Ruffitt when he came to our neighborhood to investigate a missing-persons case. Something about the big hybrid--a tanuki/red panda mix--arrested my attention, and I started crushing on him hard. I still can't pin down what it was exactly--his intelligent competence, the brightness in his eyes even when studying something grim, or just the way he smelled--but I knew I wanted to be with him nearly from the start.
Of course the real clincher was when I happened to catch him fooling around on the job.
He'd just finished questioning me about what all I knew (nothing I thought was relevant, really) but after he'd left I remembered there were a couple questions of my own I wanted to ask. When I went to hunt him down, I found him standing at his desk, masturbating over his notes.
I was a little surprised, to say the least. Jerking off at the office, during business hours in broad daylight--even the window behind him was open.
I don't think he noticed me at all. I couldn't help but come closer and watch thick paws working stubby shaft, that big half-tanuki nutsack bouncing against his paw with every stroke--the sight was a gift, and I wasn't sure whether I should try to join in, or if making myself known would cause him to stop.
As I heard his enjoyment increasing, I took cover behind a potted plant. The chunky hybrid gasped out hard as he reached his climax, reaching out with his free hand to grab a mug that was by him, filling it with (and here I held my own breath as I counted) thirty-seven shots of cum.
As soon as he was spent, he picked up his notes again, gave them a quick look, and dashed out the door, zipping up his pants as he went.
You can probably already guess what I did next.
It took a minute to climb up the side of the desk, but I wasted no time in getting as close to that mug of jizz as I could. Now sure, he wasn't filling the whole mug, and it looked like there had been some leftover coffee in there making up some of the bulk of what was in there, but for me being maybe six inches tall, it was a lot.
I could sit in that mug and be soaked in that wonderful-smelling cream from head to toe.
And I was so lost in the reverie of the possibility, stroking my tenting pants, that I hadn't noticed the footsteps coming down the corridor.
"Um," Ruffitt said.
"Um," I said.
"This isn't what it looks like," we both said.
The hybrid looked visibly relieved, and shut the door.
"Okay, it's exactly what it looks like," he said, approaching the desk. "You--"
All time for shyness had gone. "I would love nothing more than to enjoy your cum," I said.
He frowned. "There's a lot of it," he said.
"I can see," I said, leaning over the rim of the mug.
"No, I mean... like, more. Like, always. I was about to, um, dispose of that and go at it again."
He undid his pants and his hefty balls flopped out, looking even bigger and heavier than before he'd drained them. But surely that was just because I was closer--he couldn't be serious?
"I have to get off all the time," he said. "Otherwise I can't think straight."
"It can't have been fifteen minutes since--"
"All the time." He was already stroking himself again.
All right, he was serious. "Fine. Let me help."
"I'm not really into ..." He faltered.
I waited for him to finish the sentence.
"... not really into anyone, really. I don't really have time to be into anyone with the amount of time I have to spend getting off."
"Don't think of me as anyone," I said. "I'm small, I'm easygoing, you can just think of me as a toy."
The half-nuki's dick was leaking all over the desk as he stroked.
"I don't--"
"Please? I really, really would like--"
He snatched me up with his spare paw. "You do look kind of soft," he said.
I only wriggled a little bit in his paw, just to get comfortable, as he started grinding his shaft against my rump. Proportionally, unlike his balls, it wasn't all that big on him--but he was nearly as long as my whole body, so I definitely had no cause to complain.
At first he took it slow, grinding his cockhead up and down my backside from thighs to tail, coating me in the strong musk of his precum, and it wasn't long before I was dripping pretty heavily myself.
But then his desperation increased, and I heard him panting softly as he held me tighter and prepared to thrust into me like a furry fleshlight, the firm pressure of his cock almost painful for a few moments before his naturally-lubed shaft plunged into me all at once, sleeving me on four and a half massive inches of cock.
I shot my load immediately. He was just getting started.
It was hard to breathe as each thrust into me pounded past my lungs but I knew if I was doing my job worth a damn I could get him off before I passed out.
I pulled my legs in so they wouldn't interfere with his swinging balls and shut my eyes, listening to the wet squelch of his insatiable maleness slip in and out of my wrecked hole. His dick wasn't so thick that you could see its outline under my fur, but it was definitely enough for me to feel it stretching out my torso a little.
Being as I was just playing the role of a toy here, I didn't expect any warning from him as he approached his climax, and I didn't get any: I felt the throb of his dick resound through my whole body before he gasped out hard, slammed me against his crotch, and started flooding me with warm seed.
He was right about there being a lot of it. The mug he'd filled earlier had more volume than I did, and this load was certainly comparable, if not bigger. Ruffitt held my mouth closed so as not to spill anything as my body rounded out more and more with his fluids, bloating me well more than I had ever been before.
It was incredible. I could feel the cum sloshing through me as he continued to squeeze me around his cock, until by and by I was filled too taut for him to get his fingers around.
As his blasts died down, he pulled me off his shaft--holding me upside-down so my open hole wouldn't gush everywhere--and brought me up face-to-face with him.
"Thank you, little buddy."
I belched out my own thanks as best I could with the hybrid's cum trying to escape by any means possible.
When my gaping hole had managed to close up again, he laid me down on the desk and stroked my cum-filled gut with a couple of fingers as he resumed studying his notes.
"Would... would you want to keep me?" I asked, as soon as my body had processed most of the cum and I wasn't in danger of spilling out everywhere.
"Keep you?" He frowned a little.
"Well... I could do keep doing this for you... if, you know, you want someone to help with the job..." I really didn't know what to say. I just knew I wanted to spend all the time I could with the big fellah. "On a trial basis, at least?"
"Hmm," he said. "Do you think you'd be able to get me off discreetly if I kept you with me? It'd save me a lot of time and trouble if I didn't have to keep taking breaks to unload."
"Absolutely."
"Good," he said, scooping me up in one paw and dropping me down the front of his pants. "Because I've got to get back to work and I'm already feeling pent up again. Help me out, and we'll get to details later."
Pressed in that musky space between his stiffening cock and hefty ballsack, I knew I'd found my new home. I stroked along that growing length, lying alongside it and wriggling my fur against his sensitive areas--it wasn't long before I had him dripping again.
I felt him reach down to adjust his balls, giving me a concerned squeeze as he did--any sign of a mess might get him in trouble as he continued interviewing witnesses.
No worries, boss. I know what I'm doing.
I took the head of his dick into my muzzle--at least, enough to cover the slit, anyway--and resumed going to town on him.
You haven't lived till you've serviced a cock as big as yourself while lying on a bean-bag-sized nutsack.
And then, when it goes off like a firehose down your throat...
I didn't gag as his thick cum flooded me. I have that much skill at least. I held on to that throbbing member and drank deeply, letting him fill my gut all over again. The sheer weight of his seed made me feel heavy and drowsy, like an enormous holiday dinner.
When he'd finished bloating me up to the point that I must've looked like a third bulging testicle in his pants, I pulled my mouth off his cock and promptly fell asleep.
Needless to say, I got the job. It didn't take long for Ruffitt to get used to the productivity boost of always having me handy to drain his overproductive nuts, and it didn't take long for me to get a little rounder naturally from the sheer influx of cum calories.
It took a little longer to progress past the 'fucktoy zone' to where we could really connect as real friends outside of 'work', but once we got to that point, we soon had a real relationship on our hands.
How could we be otherwise? I'd spent so much intimate time with him, and I never let him down.
Anyway, that's how we ended up together. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to do!