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Daniel walked swiftly down the dark, empty street. He cursed himself for forgetting to get milk earlier in the day with the rest of his groceries. He was always nervous, but especially when he was out by himself. He wasn't particularly athletic or well versed in self defense, and his small and thin build made him an easy target. He had his hood up as well, to hide himself, and maybe to make himself feel less visible.

He really needed brownies, which was the only reason he willed himself to actually leave his apartment at this time of night. The plastic bag holding the milk carton swayed violently along with his quick gait, and he haphazardly checked his phone, 12:23. He moved to put his phone away but it fumbled and he nearly tripped trying to stop himself. He grabbed it, after several attempts, and put it in his hoodie pocket, huffing. He moved to turn back on the sidewalk and was greeted by a giant figure. He nearly pissed himself right then, and he definitely screamed.

The figure chuckled in a deep voice, his face obscured by his own hood. “What brings a sweet thing like you out so late?" the figure asked, pulling his large han–paws from his front pocket. Daniel noticed a long whiplike tail flailing behind the man. He was an anthro then, he surmised, and this only intensified his fear. If he was anthro, he could overpower Daniel only that much easier.

“B-brown-brownies," Daniel managed after a short silence. The man laughed to himself, as he watched Daniel visibly shake from fear. The man had to be at least a foot and half taller than Daniel.

“You know, you never leave your home this late? I just couldn't miss the opportunity."

“Wh-wha–" Daniel began, but the man lunged at him then, his huge paws covering his throat. Daniel surged with power he didn't know he had, struggling with his entire body, but to no avail. The man easily overpowered him to the ground, his fingers never leaving his throat. Daniel began to gag and drool, his lungs burning with intense heat. His eyes felt like they would pop from his skull. His body seemed to be flailing involuntarily now, but soon, as his vision was clouded in white, he lost consciousness. The last thing he heard was the heavy breathing from the man pressing him into the concrete.

When Daniel woke, his mouth was covered by some cloth and his head ached horrendously. Little stars still swam in his vision, despite being in complete darkness. He noticed that he was horribly cold, and a little damp. He moved to feel his throat but his hands wouldn't move from behind his back. Something hard and itchy was tying his wrists together, and the same was true for his ankles. His throat burned, nearly as much as his head. He craved death from the pain, barring that, sleep. But the adrenaline coursing through his blood after assessing his situation made that unlikely. It was then that he realized how dry his mouth was, he'd been drooling into a cloth for who knows how long, and it left a terrible taste in his mouth. It was like thirty year old sweat socks left to marinate in someone's taint. The smell was similar too, but there was another pungent odor in the air too, a thick musk, and what smelled like old dried urine, but much stronger.

It was almost impossible not to throw up, and he had to settle with gagging repeatedly. He didn't want to vomit while his mouth was covered. Although, death at this point might have been preferable. His thoughts were racing now, left alone in the dark, kidnapped by the tall anthro. What could he possibly want with him? He wasn't particularly attractive, average if anything. Brown hair, human. He'd often wished he'd been born an anthro, as they always seemed to be so much more attractive than humans to him.

He didn't think it could be that, could it? Was he going to kill him then? That thought made his heart race. He didn't want to die, even if he was in tremendous pain. Shivering from the cold, and slowly losing feeling in his toes. The blood loss from his extremities seemed to exacerbate the effect, as he felt sharp pin pricks course through his hands. It was then that he heard a low creak, and light seeped down to him. It was enough to take in some of his surroundings. He was leaning against a cold wall, naked. His limbs were tied together with rope, and the ground was covered in what looked like lacquered cement. A basement? The lights erupted from the ceiling with a click, and Daniel had to quickly shut his eyes. His migraine ensured he gagged several more times, and he prayed he wouldn't actually vomit. Leaning his head against the cool concrete wall helped his head somewhat, but not the chill running through his body. He elicited some muffled groans, as footsteps descended from the stairs. They stopped in front of him, but Daniel wasn't sure he could open his eyes without vomiting. It was now that he started crying.

“Oh baby, no. You don't need to cry. I'm sorry that I hurt you," the man answered, and Daniel felt his warm hand caress his forehead. Daniel broke out in a cold sweat, it felt like needles were itching across his scalp, down his spine. The man removed the cloth from around Daniel's head, and he immediately vacated his stomach across the floor next to him. It was mostly bile. And his sobbing intensified.

“Shhh, shhh. You're okay. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but it was the only way, okay?" The man pulled Daniel into a hug, caressing Daniel's back. That only made him feel worse.

“Puh-puh-leease," Daniel moaned.

“You're okay now, you got it all out. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Daniel continued sobbing for what felt like hours, and the man merely held him the whole time, shushing him, or gently running his enormous paws through his hair. By the time he was done sobbing, he was so exhausted he felt ready to pass out. His throat was raw, and dry and burned intensely. He felt himself lose consciousness in his abductor's arms.

When Daniel woke, he was now in a bed, and the man was laying next to him, clinging onto him tightly. He jerked himself away immediately, but found himself unable to disentangle himself from him. He could however get a good look at his captor now. He had primarily dark gray fur covering him, with small patches of white here or there. He had large round rat ears on his head, and a minorly elongated snout tapering to a smaller point. He was most likely a rat, but maybe a mouse, Daniel couldn't be certain. His face was inches away from the rat's, and he could tell now that the musky smell permeating the basement from earlier came from him. He wasn't sure how he didn't smell it earlier when he was holding him, maybe he'd been too distracted. But now, maybe in his bed, he could tell just how strong it was. It was deep, and masculine, almost putrid, but heady, it made his brain feel strange. His headache was a bit better and he could better withstand the smell without gagging.

It was then that he opened his eyes, and he grinned groggily at Daniel. “Good morning sweetheart," he whispered. Daniel suppressed another sob.

“Please let me go," he murmured.

“Let you go?" He frowned. “I just got you here."

“P-ple–" Daniel was cut off by the rat sticking his lips against his. He pressed his tongue, long and smooth into his mouth. Daniel tried to struggle, but the rat simply pulled him closer with his superior strength. He wrapped his leg around Daniel, from his side, and let his arm roam against Daniel's naked back. Daniel started sobbing again, but the rat continued. “You'll love it here, I promise. I'll take great care of you and our family. I have a good job, and I'll make sure you never want for nothing. Doesn't that sound great?" He insisted after pulling away from Daniel's mouth.

“I just-just want to-to g-go ho-hoome," Daniel sobbed. The rat frowned again, looking sad. Then his lips upturned into a smile.

“Why don't I show you how good I can make you feel?" his gaze was lustful now, and he shifted so he was on all fours above Daniel. Daniel stiffened, “N-no, please no!"

Instead, the rat kissed him again, something long, and passionate. Daniel just lay there frozen, letting it happen, tears flowing down the sides of his face. He ended the kiss to gaze lovingly down at Daniel. The large comforter fell down from the rat's back, revealing his naked body to Daniel. He wasn't quite wiry, but almost, with lightly defined muscle along his biceps. He had thick pecs, and a small rotund belly. Daniel moved his arms and legs into his chest, his body trying to protect him in any small way. But the rat simply frowned and forced his hands back into the sheets with his paws. He laced them with Daniel's, and planted small kisses around his cheeks, where there were tears. He then adjusted his weight against Daniel's smaller form, his groin pressing against his shins, slowly pushing them apart until Daniel could feel his erection pressing against his taint.

He continued sobbing but closed his eyes, praying for the pain to be over quickly. The rat disentangled one of his hands and let his weight press down fully onto Daniel. It was remarkable just how much heavier he was than him, especially despite his wiry frame. Daniel could hear him rummaging through the bedside table, and he opened his eyes to see him grab a bottle of clear viscous fluid, probably lube. His face returned to Daniel's and he whispered in his ear, “I don't want to hurt you baby, but I'm a little big, and you're so small."

Despite how thick his musk was, his breath was noticeably better. Daniel could feel his erection continuing to expand under the blanket, until he stood up to reveal himself and Daniel fully. Without his weight and the blanket, Daniel felt the cold chill of the air. His dick was huge, and thick, and from what he could tell only half hard. He feared for his life, not for the first time. That dick might kill him. Daniel exhaled as much air from his lungs as possible, but his body continued to shake from sobbing. The rat began rubbing and letting his paws roam over Daniel's chest, up his arms, and back down toward Daniel's small flaccid erection. He had almost no body hair to speak of, a small tuft under his arms, and around his dick. The hair on his arms was light and soft, and the same was true for his legs.

After examining his unwilling partner, the rat moved down to Daniel's ass and began taking large huffs of his scent, his nose penetrating deeper into his hole. He began licking, the strong organ delving deeply. Daniel had been no stranger to anal penetration, generally he'd been a big fan. But right not all he could was shake, as his eyes stared up, hollow. The rat rumbled what could have been a purr. “Your taste is just as good as I thought," he hummed, letting his long tongue swivel and consume around his ring, before continuing to delve deeper into his hole. His paws caressed and fondled along Daniel's thighs, soothing the soft hairs found there.

The rat freed his tongue, to slide a long lick from Daniel's hole up to his tiny balls. He suckled gently, eliciting a sharp cry from him. The rat took that as a sign of pleasure, and took Daniel's tiny dick into his maw easily. He used his tongue to edge around his foreskin, taking in his unwilling mate's flavor. It tasted lightly of old piss, and of a unique taste to dick and Daniel. He busied his hands now with the lube, applying it to his fingers and warming it before inserting a finger. He was careful with his sharp claws as he eased into one knuckle–then two. The soft flesh felt like putty along his digit, until he began lightly pressing against Daniel's prostate.

It was then that Daniel's flaccid dick began to respond to the rat's efforts. The rat hummed his satisfaction, and Daniel began to flop helplessly, his hands shaking; his crying more audible. The rat began with a second finger, scissoring into his partner, stretching his tight hole. “Please stop!" Daniel begged.

“I know it hurts baby, but you'll feel so good in a while, I promise." The rat's mouth left Daniel's dick, so he could grin reassuringly at him. His fingers were now penetrating deeply into his hole, slowly in and then out. The rat continued this for several minutes, before adding the third finger. “St-stop! I can't! It hurts so much!" Daniel pleaded, but the rat merely shushed him, using his free paw to tenderly caress Daniel's face. He smiled gently at him, despite his begging and pleading for him to stop, now banging him gently with his three fingers. The rat's scent had begun to intensify, sweat gleaned on his fur, permeating the room with a thick masculine odor. It made Daniel's head spin, it became impossible not to focus on it.

“You're doing so good, I love you so much," the rat cooed, resuming his efforts on Daniel's growing erection. His fingers moved much more quickly now, loosening his anus for a larger penetration. After about twenty minutes, the rat inserted another finger, cooing all the while four fingers blasted into Daniel. “This will make it so much easier for next time baby! We won't have to do this every time I promise," he soothed, using his much longer torso to reach up and kiss Daniel. This barely stifled his sobbing. They stayed like that for a while; the rat's fingers playing with Daniel's hole, expanding it. The rat idly humping against his leg.

Soon after the rat felt he'd done a sufficient job, he used his giant paws to lift up Daniel's lower back, arching it for his entry. “You're so good, so good baby. My dick can't wait to fill you with our pups. Just look how horny I am for you," the rat said, grinning with desire. He held his huge dick up for Daniel's inspection, but Daniel shut his eyes tight, muttering to himself, his body still shaking with sobs.

The rat eased himself in with his hips, moving a paw to help guide it straight, his other lifting up his partner. “O-oh!" he moaned, as his bright red tip eased into his hole. “So fucking good."

It was then that Daniel began screaming, not from the pain though, the rat really had done a fantastic job of stretching his hole. Even for the giant cock effortlessly inching into him. The rat continued, and simply silenced him with his maw. Sweat dripped in rivulets from his thin fur onto his unwilling companion. Coating them both his pungent musk. When he was fully sheathed, and his thick pubes coated Daniel's dick like a forest, he leaned forward, moving his paws underneath to support and cling to Daniel. He ended the kiss to begin panting heavily. “Your hole is so tight, you're the best fuck I've ever had," he groaned. Then, he began to piston his dick in and out. He was howling with pleasure, covering his partners screams, cries, and begging for mercy. His tail wrapped around Daniel's ankle, his entire body trying to get as close to him as possible. His small stomach pressing against Daniel's unwilling erection. But his fuck was passionate, and merciless. He needed to breed his mate. It was almost instinctual at this point. Almost nothing would be able to tear him away, especially not cries he couldn't hear.

“Oh baby, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna fill you up with our pups!" he cried, his giant balls pulling tighter to his body. “Here it comes–aah-ah-oooh!" The rat stuck his thick dick into the hilt and his baby batter swam in batches into the waiting orifice. At the moment of cumming his maw firmly grasped into the soft flesh of Daniel's nape. He could taste their mingled sweat, and the hint of metal from blood.

He gasped and groaned into the flesh, grunting his absolute satisfaction. His hips continued humping soon after. “I need to make sure that you get pregnant," he panted, letting his sweat fall down in torrents. Daniel went numb, and soon lost consciousness.

When he awoke, his ass flared with heat. He didn't know how many times the rat had cum in him while he was asleep, but he hadn't bothered to clean any of it, and he could feel himself leaking. He had dried sperm coating his body, all over his soft stomach, his legs and even his hair.

The rat was sound asleep next to him, lightly snoring. His arm was draped over him, and he now felt the very urgent need to piss. He was afraid to wake his captor though, so instead he tried to move the rat's arm. He'd used all the strength he had left, but he was able to sidle away from him. When he tried to stand, he immediately fell back down onto the bed. His muscles were too sore, and his legs felt like jelly. His headache wasn't gone yet either. His throat felt tender, and when he went to touch it, he could tell there was severe bruising. He didn't know how long he'd been out for in total. How long he'd been held captive. But this might be his only time to escape. There was only minor moonlight shining in through a thick glass window from the top of the room.

First he needed to get his bearings. He took a moment to try to calm himself, calm his racing heart. It didn't work, and all he could focus on was the reek of musk and cum coating his body. He desperately wanted to bathe. Slimy ooze now forced itself out of his ass, he prayed it was just cum and nothing had ruptured. After trying for several minutes, he was able to force his body to stand. The cum dripped down his legs, and he shivered. Just the thought of being filled with that man's seed sickened him. He began wobbling around the room, with his hands outstretched. He felt the end table, then a dresser. Just as he was reaching for the door handle, he kicked something over with his foot. He stopped dead. A cold sweat tingling across his scalp.

“Come back to bed sweetheart," the rat mumbled. Daniel didn't reply, did he really think they were in love? That they'd known each other long enough for pet names?

“Sweetheart?" he continued, raising his head to find Daniel. “It's late, and we're both exhausted." He patted the empty spot on the bed.

“I, uh, I need to pee," Daniel replied, true, although what he'd really wanted to do was find the exit.

“Don't worry sweetheart, you can just pee in the bed."

Daniel stopped at that, “Wh-what?"

“I'll piss with you, if you want–actually I need to piss as well." The rat reached under the covers to pull out his dick. Then he quickly stood and loped over to Daniel, his tail eased around his waist, and he pulled him tight against himself. He led him to the right side of the bed where he'd been, and returned to the other side himself. He pulled the covers back over them and pulled Daniel in close. The loud sound of him pissing permeated the quiet room. “Mm, I love laying in a bed of fresh piss," he mumbled. The stream was strong and it hit the human's crotch and thighs, soaking both of them and the bedding. Daniel was flabbergasted, he'd never met anyone so absurd. It was no wonder the rat reeked like he did. “C'mon baby, I wanna smell your piss with mine."

Seeing little choice, as his attempt at escape, or even finding a bathroom failed, Daniel was left with little choice but to allow his bladder to relax. A short stream of piss escaped his tiny dick, then another, before the wrongness subsided and he emptied his full bladder. A small puddle pooled between them before streaming in either direction, coating them both in his piss. It was warm momentarily, before becoming quite chilly, the warmth of the blankets and bed ebbing with their combined urine. The rat took the opportunity to spoon Daniel, covering him with his much larger body. He was trapped, covered in piss, and reeking like an insane rat.

Daniel had managed to fall asleep again, despite his brain urging him to find some means of escape. When he woke, it was from the rat's insistence. “I need to get to work baby, I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you. I won't be long though, I promise."

“What's… uh… what's your name?" Daniel asked, letting his body be manhandled by the naked rat.

“It's Jon! I thought I'd told you, it must have slipped my mind," he chuckled. “I forget things a lot, so don't feel bad to remind me, okay?" Daniel was consistently surprised with how tender and genuine he seemed, especially for a kidnapper.

“But before I forget! I have a gift for you." Jon reached around inside the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of unlabeled pills. “These pills will help us start our family." He was beaming at Daniel, who just returned with a look of confusion.

“What do you mean?" He asked, wanting to be free from Jon's grip.

“These pills will let you get pregnant!"

Daniel felt his heart speed up, and he swallowed tentatively. “Wh-what?" he stuttered.

“Don't worry!" Jon smiled, “They're perfectly safe! I've been giving them to you while you've been sleeping. But now that you're awake you can take them yourself."

Daniel's body tensed, and he felt pin pricks trickle up his spine into his scalp. “How… how long?"

“'How long' what, sweetheart?" Jon replied, his smile faltering.

“How long have I been here?"

“Well… you slept for a while after I brought you here, and then when you woke up I brought you to our bedroom and you slept for a couple days I think. Then you were really worn out after we made love, so I think maybe five days?"

“Five days?" Daniel squeaked, exasperated. How could he have been here for so long? Why didn't he notice? Why had no one come looking for him? Did anyone realize he was gone? His coworkers, his neighbors?

He wanted to cry, really he did. But for some reason he felt numb. Was this his life now? Living at the whims of some mental, love obsessed rat? Jon fumbled with the lid of the pill bottle, producing a small pink pill. “You need to make sure you take it everyday, the doctor said it could be really dangerous if you don't complete it once you've started. And I don't want anything bad to happen to you, okay?" He nuzzled his snout into Daniel's nape, snuffling and inhaling his scent.

“Dangerous?" Daniel reiterated, his gaze blank.

“Don't worry, I've been taking good care of you while you've been sleeping, and I'll keep taking care of you," Jon whispered. He held Daniel's hand and slipped the pill into it. “I love you so much."

He wouldn't leave until Daniel had swallowed the pill, and after he had Daniel just laid there in the bed, staring up at the blank ceiling. The piss had dried by now, and he felt it coating his skin, along with all of the dried cum. It made his body itch, but he just continued to lay there, idly stroking his stomach. He wasn't sure how long he continued on like that, but it must have been hours before his body urged him to attend to his other needs. He was starving, and he had to pee, and to bathe, if he could manage it. His headache was mostly gone, but his throat was still sore. The door to “their bedroom" was left unlocked and he wandered outside of it. It led into the basement where he'd been previously.

In fact, it looked like the drywall of the room had been installed recently. It stood out against the concrete walls and floor of its surroundings. The interior had been painted a burnt orange, but the exterior was left dry and white. There were poles scattered throughout, most likely as support for the house, he assumed they were in a house. The ceiling was left bare, with cobwebs decorating much of it. Basements had always left Daniel feeling a little skeevy. He noted the presence of what looked to be a rudimentary kitchen and a cheap fridge in a corner opposite from the bedroom. Next to it he found a small nook with a bathroom, without a door. It had a small standing sink, a toilet, and an upright glass shower crammed closely together. There was a ceiling, but the floor was still concrete. Daniel used the toilet quickly before quickly moving to the shower.

His entire lower body was still sore, and his stomach burned like he'd swallowed a coal. There was a bar of soap and some cheap shampoo that he used. His legs still felt like jelly, so he didn't have time to enjoy the hot water relaxing his muscles for long. When he stepped out he'd realized that he hadn't even tried to escape. What the fuck was wrong with him? He immediately made his way toward the stairs in the middle of the basement, when he reached the door at the top he wasn't surprised to find it locked. He tried ramming it a few times, but it was either deadbolted, or he was too weak to make any real headway. He realized he was dripping water everywhere and moved to look for a towel. He found one in a free cabinet outside the bathroom. He really wanted clothes, and wondered absently what had happened to the clothes he'd been wearing when he'd been abducted.

Daniel found a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweater in the dresser in the bedroom. They most likely belonged to his kidnapper, but he was able to tie up the sweatpants and roll up the pant legs, so it wasn't too burdensome. After he moved to the kitchen and was able to scrape up a light meal, despite being ravenous, he found it rather difficult to swallow much with the pain from his abdomen. He still didn't have his brownies. He sighed and went back to the bedroom. He really didn't want to lay back in the pungent room, but he found little choice of furniture. He tried to breathe through his mouth, but that seemed to exacerbate his stomachache. Instead, he had to breathe in the pungent masculine scent of his abductor, and their intertwined piss.

As the hours passed the pain in his stomach only seemed to increase until he was laying clutching his stomach and crying. He didn't know how long he laid there like that, but eventually Jon had returned. “Hey baby, I'm home!" he exulted, his voice coming from outside the bedroom. He returned to find Daniel sobbing in the fetal position.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Jon dropped his work bag and rushed over to his unwilling lover.

“My-my… stomach… it feels like… I sw-swallowed hot coals…," Daniel gasped.

“That must mean you've finally started to grow a uterus, it must hurt lots, huh?"

Daniel just sobbed in reply, clutching the sweater close to his midsection.

Jon left the room and returned with a hot water bottle, “Here this should help." He placed it underneath the sweater on Daniel's stomach and then began removing his work gear. He was absolutely coated in sweat and grime and mud. With the bright yellow vest, it wasn't difficult for Daniel to surmise he worked in construction. It also made the construction of this room a lot easier to picture. That was about as coherent as Daniel could be at the moment though. After Jon removed his dirty gear he moved in behind Daniel, spooning him and covering him with his warm body and soft fur. His presence made the musk more pungent, but Daniel couldn't care less at the moment. He just wanted the pain to stop. Jon spoke to him in a low soothing tone, telling him about his day and other trivialities. He barely even noticed when Jon's giant member began pressing against his sweatpants.

“I've been thinking about you all day baby, couldn't wait to fill you again," Jon murmured, close to Daniel's ear. He was kneading his giant paws into Daniel's pudgy midsection and his flat chest. “Did you miss my giant dick too?"

Daniel had not, in fact, missed being raped, but he couldn't manage to spit out that reply. So instead he just shivered while Jon pulled down his sweat pants a little past his ass. He'd apparently already lubed his cock, because when he began the assault, he slid in fairly smoothly. He was slow and gentle this time, taking effort to rub his tapered dick against Daniel's prostate. Jon grunted and panted into Daniel's ear, lifting up the sweatshirt to feel more of Daniel's skin. He rubbed his scent with his body and tongue into his human. Who wasn't exactly appreciative of the effort. However, the longer that Jon eased his dick into Daniel's rectum, the less his stomach hurt, and the more his penis became aroused. In fact, he'd never had so much pleasure from just penetration before, maybe it was from the pills, or the easing of his pain, but he actually moaned out his pleasure.

Jon stopped for a moment, moving his paw to press soft kisses against his lover. “See baby, I told you, I can make you feel so good, make you so happy." He continued his thrusting, his giant baseball sized balls lightly slapping against Daniel's ass. With the occasional nip to Daniel's neck, he made love to him like this for several hours, filling him with as much cum as he could, until it coated both of them. Daniel managed to spurt several times, helpless to the increased pleasure he was experiencing, for the first time he was glad to have Jon with him, if only to ease the burden of the pain.

After Jon had come for what felt like the eighth time, he began to extract himself from Daniel. He was panting and clearly exhausted.

“W-wait! Please don't!" Daniel cried, placing his hand against the rat, as if to prevent him from removing his now softening dick.

“Oh baby, I'd love to" he laughed, caressing Daniel's soft stomach and ass “But I don't have anything left." His long naked tail was wound along Daniel's leg.

“I think… I think sex made the pain abate some." Indeed, his abdomen only had dry, pulsing aches now. Jon looked at him with confusion, but simply reinserted his softening dick, humping slowly, trying to get himself hard again. Cum that was leaking out beforehand was plugged up again, only dribbling around his giant pink member. And that was how they both fell asleep, Jon exhausted from hours of sex and a full day of working an intense job, and Daniel from extreme pain.

Jon's member stayed hard most of the night, and every time the pain returned Daniel used his anus muscles to reawaken the monster, occasionally he'd even try ramming his ass back into Jon's groin, shoving the member as far inside as he could manage.

The next morning Daniel woke to loud grunting from his captor. He was slamming his dick as hard as he could into him. Today, the pleasure was even more intense, and Daniel found himself pushing back with extreme force. “Oh yeah, baby, I'm gonna fill you up with my morning wood," Jon moaned, flipping Daniel onto his stomach. He pushed Daniel's legs together with his thighs and moved onto his hands, jackhammering himself into his partner.

“Fu-fuck…," Daniel whimpered, ashamed, and delighted. His sweatpants were down around his knees with his tiny dick rubbing into the bedding and his sweater had been removed sometime during the lovemaking yesterday. “You're so fucking tight like this, you're squeezing my prick!" Jon yelled, elated. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He came again, hard, his dick and giant balls spewing pulses of cum into Daniel's ass. His erection softened somewhat as he collapsed onto Daniel, letting his hips slowly grind against Daniel's ass. “I'm going to fill you with my piss sweetie," Jon moaned, letting his hips grind still.

“Wait, what, no–" Daniel began, but he was helpless to stop him. Jon let his strong piss stream flow freely and while at the beginning it flooded into Daniel's bowels, the pressure became too great and his anal control was too loose. It soon began spurting back out overflowing everywhere. It soaked Daniel's ass, leaking down into the bed, and Jon's groin, soaking into his fur. “Oh that's so good, I love seeing you covered in my piss baby," Jon groaned. He began rubbing it into Daniel's skin, across his ass and back. All of the baby batter Jon had been injecting into his lover came flowing out with it as well, so Jon started his breeding all over again, fucking Daniel for hours.

The next week was hell–Daniel spent his days alone, Jon would work. He tried screaming once he left, but no one came. Worse, several hours after he was gone the pain would return, and the only thing to abate it was his dick. He considered stuffing himself with something but he couldn't find any toys or really anything phallic shaped that wouldn't cut open his intestines. He would try to eat soon after Jon left, but he'd just vomit once the pain seared through his body. He continued like this, feeling weaker each day. By the end of the week, the constant fucking, and near incessant pain was driving him to insanity. He was exhausted, starving, nauseous, and often he couldn't even manage to shower. Of course Jon didn't relent with coating him in his piss whenever he wanted. His skin seemed to be perpetually coated in cum, piss, and sweat. He hadn't once seen the rat shower, but his odor hadn't really turned sour, so he must have been cleaning himself sometime, if not very often. Jon would try to get him to eat, insisting he had to, but he just couldn't keep it down, so he would refuse. It'd gotten to the point where Jon would force him to eat broth, or crackers, and he'd immediately vacate his stomach over the side of the bed. The first time that happened Jon cried almost as much as Daniel had. So instead he contented himself with ramming his dick into Daniel like he was just a toy. The more time passed, the more pills he took, the better any stimulation in his ass felt.

The next week he woke up one morning to find his testicles completely gone. He'd have freaked out more if he could have, instead he just cried and asked what Jon had done to him. He repeated the line for hours, while he held him. It made him sick, literally if he'd had anything other than bile to vomit. As the days went on, the pain slowly lessened, at least enough for him to shower and keep down some broth. Jon had cried then too, and it burned Daniel to see it, he hadn't known he could feel hate so strongly, but he did.

Jon generally had weekends off, and he'd spend all his waking hours with Daniel, whispering to him gently, fucking him into oblivion. Until one day, Daniel'd begun to lose track of the days, he didn't know how long he had been there. How many days he spent screaming, or trying to get through the basement door. He didn't know how many pills he'd taken, until they were gone. He wasn't even sure that he had to actually take them, whether it would actually kill him if he didn't. But he was sure if he didn't, Jon would make him. He felt hopeless, and mostly empty, except for that burning, which didn't start from his abdomen, but would rest there.

Then one day, when he woke, leaking piss and cum all over the blankets. The pain was gone completely. His body felt much better than it had in what felt like years, it brought tears to his eyes. He was able to wash the bedding when Jon had left, so he could finally sleep in a piss free bed, although he'd far gotten accustomed to the pungent smell of dried piss and sex lingering everywhere. He was surprised how quickly he'd adjusted to it, and he could really only smell it when he tried. He was able to cook for himself too, something more substantial than crackers or broth. His body had become even smaller if that was even possible. He'd always had a bit of a tummy, but now it seemed mostly concave. His arms had gotten smaller too, and he had this hollowness to his face that was disturbing. He'd almost died, he was sure of that.

It was now that he wished for something to occupy himself, any kind of activity, books, TV, anything. He'd even take sewing. Something to do without standing, because as much as he wished to clean the cobwebs out, he really couldn't stand for too long yet. If anything had gotten stronger it was his asshole, he'd been taking Jon's giant dick for weeks now, and it fit securely inside him like it had been made to be there.

Daniel lived like this for a couple more weeks, getting coated in piss and cum for hours, then hours of boredom while he recuperated.

“I need books," Daniel insisted.

“Books?"

“Something, anything! I'm bored out of my mind," Daniel gasped, Jon was slowly ramming his dick inside him at the present moment. It was Jon's favorite position, missionary, he said he wanted to watch as Daniel gasped and squirmed while he was being fucked.

“I didn't realize you were so tired of me already," Jon's visage became dejected.

“You know I wasn't a willing participant to begin with! I've told you so," Daniel snapped, in between moaning. “And I just have nothing to do when you're not here."

Jon blinked in rapid succession, the mischievous grin he usually wore returning. “Oh! You should'a said so babe, I'll get you anything you want."

“I want to leave."

“No babe, I know you'll love it here with me I'm sure–"

Daniel rolled his eyes, and gasped sharply as Jon rapidly rubbed his dick into his prostate. His balls were gone, somehow, but he still had a prostate he guessed. It was so easy to cum just from being fucked now, but his ejaculate had changed, it was clear now, like all that was left was seminal fluid. At least he still had his dick, even if it was still as small as ever.

“Well barring that, I need books, a TV, a computer, something."

Jon was panting now, getting close to his second orgasm, sweat dripping to cover them both in his sweet reek. Daniel didn't want to admit it but he'd actually started to like the strong musk more and more lately. When it was at its strongest, he felt almost drunk, it messed with his head somehow, he wondered if the rat knew that. With that in mind he pulled the rat down to him and began shoving himself into his armpit. “Oh fuck, you're so hot babe! That's it lick it clean," Jon moaned. Daniel licked slowly and thoroughly through the much more coarse and thick fur found there. It had the most pungent smell anywhere besides Jon's genitals, and those were preoccupied. So Daniel gorged himself on the smell, his head flooded with pleasure, and his dick shot his weak load in bursts, Jon rammed his dick as far inside as possible and Daniel squealed his pleasure as he was filled with another load of baby batter.

And baby batter it was because a short week later he found his stomach had rounded out in a very peculiar way. He was still trying to gain some of the weight he'd lost back, but this was focused entirely in his abdomen. He also noticed that his hips had widened a bit, and he was a bit bowlegged. Jon had noticed himself later that night, once he'd removed one of the sweaters Daniel had become accustomed to wearing. “You're pregnant!" Jon exulted, kissing his lover.

Daniel pushed him off, “How is that even fucking possible?! It's been, what, a month since those death pills gave me a womb?"

“Wells rats breed fast babe, and besides, the doctor said a lot of fancy words I didn't quite understand," he admitted, a bit abashedly.

“Did he give you a pamphlet or anything?"

“Uh yeah, one sec." Jon stood up from the bed, his erection flopping haphazardly. That thing could seriously be labeled a deadly weapon. He returned a couple minutes later with a booklet. “Shit, this is a lot!" Daniel chastised, he flipped through it quickly, it was 93 pages long, half was in spanish though so that made him feel a little more at ease. That night he set to work reading everything from it he could, while Jon occupied himself with more fucking. It made it a bit difficult to read, but he'd learned to manage other tasks while Jon would fuck him, he might not get anything done otherwise. His libido was seriously too much.

The pills were actually experimental, and Daniel wasn't sure how Jon had actually gotten a hold of them. They were much stronger than normal from what he'd understood, and they had mentioned something about accelerating the maturation process of the fetus. It was really impossible to tell how long it might take for him to actually give birth, but it was much sooner than he'd expected. He hadn't really expected it to work at all. But apparently his balls ascending into his body were the first sign they were working, his testicles were actually working as ovaries now, supercharged ones at that. As their original function was to produce unlimited sperm, that process should translate into eggs. He's perpetually producing eggs which are available within the womb situated in his anus. He'd explained it as best he could to Jon who was elated. “We're gonna have a huge family then?!" he spent the night celebrating with some booze, which he wouldn't share with Daniel. “T'ain't good fer the babies," he kept repeating. It was then that Daniel gave up and instead began riding Jon. He gorged himself on his sweaty pits until it was the only thing he could smell, that deep musk that made his head swim with ecstasy.

Jon did actually get him a TV and some books, which Daniel devoured like he was starving. Jon wasn't very bright, but he was great at construction. He actually built a nursery in the coming weeks, a huge one. Apparently rats usually have large litters of pups, and with him preoccupied, Daniel was able to actually get more done. He'd dusted and cleaned the basement from any pesky arachnid intruders, and encouraged Jon to cover the ceiling before any more came in to nest. It seemed that every day he was bigger and rounder, until after about a month he was actually too big to really do more than lay in bed. With the nursery done and the ceilings finished, Jon returned to his marathon fucking, although now he much more gentle, and spent a great deal of time cooing to him how good of a momma he'd be. Daniel didn't really care, his anus had actually gotten more sensitive throughout the pregnancy until it felt like Jon's dick fucking him felt better than actually touching his own. He wanted the kids out as soon as possible, it was impossible for him to move, his stomach was gravid and nearly half his body weight. He didn't know how many were in there, but it felt like a lot, and they weren't quiet either. His nipples were uncharacteristically sore too. His breasts had actually grown too, they were quite fat and sore, and he'd actually shot milk out in the shower last week.

One night while Jon was plowing him from the side, Daniel screaming with pleasure, he felt something drop from inside himself, then the bed was coated in fluid, shooting past Jon's dick, from Daniel's ass. Jon stopped his thrusting, “What-What was that babe?"

“I-I'm not su–oh FUCK!" Daniel screamed, the contractions had started.

“What is it hun?"

“Fucking, fuck! LABOR YOU ASSHOLE!"

“Really?! I'm gonna be a pop!" Jon started tearing up.

“Just-just get everything ready, like I saaa–GOD DAMMIT!" Another contraction.

Jon pulled out his dick, and sprinted upstairs. After about twenty minutes of heavy panting, breathing, and pain, Jon finally returned. He carried Daniel from the bed with relative ease into a tub filling from the bathroom. It was difficult for him to stand, but he managed with large bars installed on the side. It was then that he felt the first baby crowning, he exhaled and pushed with all might, gravity assisting him with extreme ease. Then the baby fell into the tub and Jon was quick to grab his first child, a baby boy. He started crying as Jon toweled him off, tears in his eyes. This happened another thirty two times, except about a third of them were still born, and seemed impractically developed. When Daniel felt what was the last one, he collapsed into the cooling tub of water, blood, and afterbirth. He was breathing heavily and he felt so weak, he actually found himself losing consciousness.

When he woke there were two rat babies suckling gently from his nipples, and Jon was grunting like an animal, fucking his ass. “I love you so much babe! I can't wait for the next batch!"