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Cosmic Denial (Yenpointfive)

FavoredFox

FavoredFox

Logic is panic's Prey...
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Feb 6, 2016
Slow, steady beeping kept time with a human man's heart beat. A number of blinking machines formed a barrier around the metal table he'd been thoroughly bound to. Round stickies were plastered all over his naked form; temples, nipples, pulse points, one on each ball, and another secured over the bulging, sensitive frenulum of the man's perpetually hard shaft. Sturdy bindings of unknown material held his head still, immobilized his legs and arms, and his waist was strapped down with so many of them that he could thrash with every ounce of power he had and still be unable to move his hips even an inch.

Glaring, artificial light reflected off of metallic walls and cast a shadow across the floor as the door opened then closed with a 'woosh.' A tall creature, easily reaching eight feet, stepped further inside to examine her catch. The fox like creature splayed out her four tails in a stretch as she picked up a chart and pen to begin her work. The long antennae with blue puffs at the end wiggled as she jotted down his vitals first, checked his blood pressure, made sure he was hydrated ect. ect. All the boring stuff that had to be done before she got to the fun.

Solid crimson eyes finally turned from the monitors to drag along the delicious sight before her. A foot long, black, prehensile tongue slipped out to wrap around her cyan muzzle, and the massive length hidden inside the sheath between her legs began to swell. The lollipop red tip began to push out slowly.

"Good morning," she cooed, he voice honey sweet and smother than any man made silk. "Let us see..." She turned once more to the screens, and giggled at the numbers. "Bladder capacity, 98%." The man had been drugged into unconscious for two Earth days, and his bladder had been kept firmly at 98-99% fullness. "Testicle capacity.... 150%!" The fox trilled in delight and instantly grasped his grotesquely swollen balls in her furry hands. Her device was already working perfectly! The microchip she'd implanted in the base of his cock not only increased the elasticity of his balls, but also gave her full and complete control of its function. So long as it remained, he wouldn't be able to cum, urinate, or even get soft without her express order. It even allowed for timed blood flow, meaning he could be fully erect for the rest of his life without any adverse effects.

Her own cock emerged complete from it's sheath, dwarfing the human's puny little penis. Even if the man would have been considered massively hung back on Earth.... But hers was over 2 feet long and thicker than her fist, and when the knot swelled it would easily reach the size of a basket ball.

Long, slender fingers wrapped around the human's abused cock to offer it some soothing strokes. Tall ears twitched, listening for a different frequency of beeping.

AROUSAL LEVEL
99.99999999~% TO ORGASM

"Alright, time to wake up cutie," she purred, pressing a button. A clear fluid drained into his body through an IV, allowing him to wake up for the first time since she'd taken him. The paralytic, however, would keep him from moving too much, while still allowing to feel every drop of desperation and need.
 
Ryan wouldn't remember the flash of light or the way his old Civic had stalled out until long after he'd woken up. There were too many more immediate concerns that he'd awaken to. That was fine though. For the time being he was enjoying blissful sleep. He'd always been quite proud of his huge cock and it had only grown since he last set foot on Earth. Being at full mast for two days straight would do that. What had started as wet dreams had just turned into a full blown orgy the whole time. Even in his dreams his balls felt heavy and swollen and he imagined a steady stream of gorgeous women to help him empty them but it never quite sated him. Likewise, he dreamed of emptying his bladder, unleashing a thick stream of piss that'd make a race horse blush. Sometimes it seemed to go on for an hour. There probably would have been accidents if not for the chip which left him incapable of urinating.

He groaned softly in his sleep when his nuts were grasped, getting a weird little mix of pleasure and pain from her touch. When her fingers wrapped around his cock he sighed softly and smiled, she could feel him try to move his hips away from the table to gently fuck her hand in his sleep but he was held fast by the restraints, no more capable of moving than he was of emptying his bladder.

Then he woke up, to a two day long erection, a bladder that felt like it was about to burst, and balls that were 50% fuller than what their currently enlarged capacity should have allowed for. The groan he let out this time was significantly less happy. Those hip thrusts started up almost immediately as he whimpered, finding himself unable to move. Then his eyes locked on her. Well, first they landed on that massive canine phallus which dwarfed his, then they moved up to the gorgeous blue fox towering over him. She could see a moment of recollection as he glanced around her ship and then back at her, his eyes landing on those poof ball antennae before dropping down to the obviously aroused canine. "Please." He begged, finding it hard to talk between the paralytic and not having used his voice for two days. He tried to lift his hips away from the table, consciously this time, but found that he couldn't move at all. He tried to test the restraints on his arms and found that he couldn't move them much. There was no way he could reach his cock. The veins throbbed angrily on his shaft and his nuts felt like he had a pair of bowling balls resting between his thighs. "Please..." He whimpered again. First contact was hardly an issue for him. Right then, Ryan didn't give a shit about finding out that humanity wasn't alone in the universe, he didn't even particularly care that this alien had her massive dick in his face, all he knew was that he needed to cum more badly than any being on Earth ever had.
 
A soft, almost sweet expression melted her eyes into something affectionate as she watched him come around. This was her favorite part. Or rather, this was the start of her favorite part: introducing her new pet to his new life. Her stroking hand gripped tighter, and the pumps became more forceful, but they slowed down to almost nothing. Taking a full thirty seconds to stroke from the base to the spot just beneath the human's sensitive glands. She had to keep the sensor on the whole time, which was why his precum was blacklisted from his urethra as well.

The vixen understood human speech perfectly, but she tilted her head with a confused sound at his pleas. Her hand stopped, just firmly holding the base in her tight, furry grasp. "Pah-lees?" It was easy to play dumb.

Puff-ball antennae bounced and glowed once more. With her hand still, her head cocked to the side and a confused expression on his face, Ryan's balls convulsed! They clenched up tight to his body, the swollen, modified orbs visibly expanding and contracting as they pumped their monstrous load; but, the thick spunk collided with a block aid at the base of his cock. The chip clamped it off, but thinking it was her tightening grasp keeping it back would be an easy mistake to make.

At the same time, the human's bladder mimicked his nuts. Backed up piss burst through the tight bladder sphincter only to be blocked, again, at the start of the urethra.

With the same vice-like squeeze she began to gradually stroke once more. "Bad?" She questioned with a faked accent that came close to Australian.
 
Ryan gritted his teeth as he felt her hand wrap so tightly around his rod. It really should have been uncomfortable but he needed to cum so bad that any touch had him on the edge of blowing his wad. He tried to move his hips to thrust his cock through her tightly grasping paw, needing something faster than that. When her hand stopped he let out a pained whine, thinking he'd made things even worse for himself. Still, his eyes lit up when she spoke. It was a needy sort of look, like a drowning sailor spotting a piece of driftwood he might cling to if he could only claw his way over to it. He could communicate with her and then she'd let him cum!

He tried to nod his head but the paralytic made that a non-option. It was just too heavy right now. "Yes. Please." He whined, grunting softly in pain as his balls throbbed so hard he could feel them shift on the slab he was laying on. When he nearly came he shuddered and groaned but it was when his bladder tried to let go that he let out a pained sob. He his cock felt like it was going to explode if he couldn't get anything out of it.

His mind was racing and he tried to stave off tears so he could actually keep eye contact with her and try to communicate. This time he managed a little nod as she began to stroke again. "Yes! Bad!" He said quickly, his mind racing as to how to get this across. He wiggled his body and found that he could move his hand. Well, sort of. His fingers were too numb to do anything terribly complex with them but he could move them together as a group, actually seeming sort of paw-like when he did. He stroked the slab quickly with the tips of his fingers. "Fast and gentle." He told her. "You're holding it too tight." He whined. It was easy enough to guess what the problem might be. Her own cock was so massive and she so impressively built that such a tight grip probably felt good for her. It was easy to assume she didn't know the pain she was causing and that her throbbing erection wasn't due to his predicament.
 
Clear fluid began to bead up at the tip of her canine cock. It held a thick musk that easily over powered the sterile scent of the room, but she didn't show her arousal on her face. Instead she forced herself to continue to look confused and curious. She even jumped and yipped in surprise at the 'Yes! Bad!' She pulled her hand away completely, holding it between her ample bosom, as if afraid she'd just hurt the poor creature. Internally, she was melting with lust and arousal. The vixen absolutely loved when they fell for this act!

The second her furry palm left his cock, all attempts Ryan's balls were making to squirt came to an almost painful stop. The seed that had already rushed through the tubs were forced back into his testicles. A machine blinked, and crimson eyes turned to the screen reading Testicle Capacity and murred curiously as the number shot up from 150% to 175%! While Arousal Level dropped down to 85% The antenna bounced again, and suddenly Ryan's bladder had a nervous break down. Every muscle in his abdomen convulsed, trying to forcefully empty the bladder now sitting at 110% capacity. Thanks to her modifications, the human man wouldn't feel any pain, as no damaged was caused. Just an overwhelming desperation to piss.

"Fas-... Gintal." The woman scrunched her face in concentration, as if completely oblivious to his plight. She hummed and watched his fingers paw at the slab, then grinned wide. "Ah! Nice!" She chirped, the epiphany clear in her eyes as she touched just the very tips of her fingers to his cock. At first, she just sort of tickled the bulging length, before she began to rapidly rub her fingertips along the sensitive vein along the underside but giving little to no pressure. "Yes? Yes?" She asked hopefully.
 
He wrinkled his nose when her musk began to fill the room. Her dick stank but to one extent or another most humans were still susceptible to her kind's pheromones. Unfortunately for Ryan he had the worst case yet as his cock twitched needily with what might have actually been an orgasm if that was possible, just from the thick scent of her musk! The fact that his cock had also grown larger and needier than any human before made it very hard to see through her ruse. "It's okay..." He said, wiggling his hips a little as he tried to will himself to orgasm while her musk fucked its way into his nostrils. "Just go a bit lighter this time." He coaxed.

He was amazed to see the screen and whimpered as he did. His balls felt horrendously swollen and he had a horrible feeling that they actually were as big as they felt right then. All of the sudden he gasped as he felt like his bladder had finally released. He didn't care that he was probably about to rain piss down on himself and tightened his muscles to let out every drop. Only nothing came out. It felt like he was peeing but without any of the satisfaction. He was tearing up and sniffling by now. "What is wrong with my dick?" He whined, only looking back to the foxy woman when she spoke again.

When she touched her fingers gently to his cock his eyes shot back to her and he let out a hopeful little whimper. "Yes! Gentle!" He said. With fox paws even just a little pressure ought to feel good but he barely even got that, making his cock throb excitedly and needily. Even his old dick would have been leaking a mess of precum by now, he had no idea how this monster wasn't but he needed a new idea. A rough vulpine tongue would feel good no matter what. He opened his mouth and made a licking motion with his tongue, making sure he got her attention before saying. "Gentle with your tongue. Please?" She couldn't possibly fuck up licking his dick for him. Of course, right now his mouth was much closer to her glorious cock than her muzzle was to his.
 
"Dick?" She questioned again, looking over the engorged length, as if in a new light, but she never took her focus off of his face. The twisted expression of desperation had another droplet of precum forming on the tip of her cock. It dripped down onto Ryan's cheek; thick and sticky and sweet.

The vixen hummed again and watched as the human tried to explain to her exactly what he needed. It was so tempting to shove her massive cock right between those wet lips, but she could wait. Instead, she pouted, crestfallen, and pulled her hand away. "No good?" She questioned, a sniffle of her own shifting her snout. It looked as if she were about to cry, or worse... run!

"Gent- with tongue?"

Crimson eyes narrowed scrutinizingly first at the man's face, then his cock. "No joke at me," she proclaimed, apparently displeased at his lack of satisfaction. She'd try this one more thing, but she didn't want to hear another complaint! The vixen shifted, bending over until his cock was inches from her muzzle. A glow, a twitch, and Ryan's needs swapped again. Every drop of urine was forced back into his bladder and walled off at the opening, and his balls started pumping again.

EMERGENCY
Arousal Levels
200%

ORGASM IMMINENT

The monitors blinked and beeped their warnings, but she paid them no mind. Her chip kept his cock completely under her command. She opened her maw wide and a long black tongue slid out slowly. It was at least a foot long, thick in her mouth and tapering to a point. The slick organ coiled around the desperate cock, but didn't squeeze. His weak wiggling would have the shaft bump against her tongue now and then, but all she offered were tiny flicks of her tongue tip to the swollen head. She looked up expectantly, silently demanding praise for following his wishes so closely.
 
Ryan's mind was racing, though it felt like his cum had backed its way up into his brain, leaving him to try to think his way through a painful fog as it felt like his balls were about to explode. When she looked like she was about to cry his eyes widened in horror. He couldn't have her stopping now. "No!" He said quickly, forcing himself to smile for her. "It's okay but it could be better. Thank you for trying to help." He said quickly. He was probably the first human who'd ever thanked her for this but then again, he was also reaching arousal levels that no other test subject had before. He whined and sobbed as his bladder seemed to puff up and his balls went into overdrive.

When her tongue slipped from her mouth he gasped. "Yes, please..." He begged. When it wrapped around his cock he let out the neediest little moan she'd ever heard and it lasted right up until he found himself crying as he realized she wasn't going to stroke it. Her tongue was perfect for this and he couldn't move enough to do anything with it. He threw his hips against the restraints and immediately realized that was a mistake, sobbing loudly as the pressure they put on his abdomen meant a great deal of pressure right on his poor bladder. Struggling was clearly right out.

When she looked at him he bit his lip, forcing down what he actually wanted to say. This was the point when a lot of the humans who weren't as susceptible to the treatment started to figure this out but Ryan's needs were too acute to see through her. "Yes. You're a good girl." He choked out. By now he could move his fingers properly and wiggled them in her direction. "Let me go so I can pet you... For being such a good girl..." He whined. He needed to jack off or to fuck her mouth. Anything to get some release.
 
Thank you... He said thank you! The little beads of precum became a slow, steady dribble. The vixen rolled her hips forward, poking at Ryan's cheek now and then to leave long smears of the musky liquid. Four long, blue tails curled up slowly, then swayed in her delight. She wanted to see how far this could go. How long she could keep her new subject believing she was trying to help him. The man's hip jumped once, and even the tiny flicking stopped. Her hot, wet tongue coiled a bit more around the length until it rested motionlessly against silky hard flesh.

A hum came from her closed maw, creating the tiniest of vibrations through her tongue. Cyan fur bunched and crimson eyes seemed so confused as she 'tried to understand' his language. As she pondered, she began a slow, gentle stroking of her tongue, careful not to dislodge any sensors. The muscle clenched and relaxed, pumped and pet, gave Ryan everything he was looking for and then some.

"Oh!" The vixen hopped back up into a well postured stand, her tongue leaving just as it had begun to get oh so good! "Let go..." His cock ignored, the fox began to pull at his restraints with all her might, knowing full well they wouldn't break. "Errg, Nnnk! Grrr!" She yanked and pulled and pulled and yanked in a comical display, she even tried to bite it! Nothing worked.

Panting, she pulled back, hands on her hips, glaring at the restraint that had not budged. "Mine break easy," she lied. She'd pretend to be just another test subject on the ship. How fun! She perfectly feigned a disappointed whimper, but perked up a moment later. With great delight she grabbed her thick, throbbing cock and plopped it right over his mouth. The girth nearly covered his face! Precum was smeared all over his cheeks, nose, lips and chin. The vixen churred happily, thrusting her hips back and forth and poking the drooling tip passed his lips. "Pet genteeel. Tongue. Tongue now."

Just as those words left her lips, a dam exploded inside the human's balls. It wasn't cum. It wasn't piss. The 2 days worth of precum built up shot out wildly, spraying over her body, over his, splattering over the ceiling, walls, machines, in what had to be the most frustrating NOT ORGASM any human had ever experienced before. It was like ruining a thousand orgasms rolled into a 5 minute long squirting of failure.

"Pet now!" She demanded, humping her cock harder against his face.
 
He whined when her tongue stopped, sounding like an animal in a trap. If he could have chewed at his restraints he probably would have. He wiggled his hips a bit, making his dick sway side to side enticingly. Anything to make her get back to what she'd been doing. At this point he probably even realized that she wouldn't figure out how to make him cum but having that long vulpine tongue stroking his shaft was something at least. Then, suddenly, she was lapping and stroking just like he wanted. He gasped breathlessly, his voice catching in his throat as he nodded quickly and tried to stammer out another "Good girl!".

Then, before he could stop her, she pulled her tongue away. He let out the most pitiful, exasperated sound she could imagine before she started to pull at his restraints. Again, an exited look crossed his eyes. "Yes!" He said quickly, thrashing against his confines again. It didn't take long before he forgot that he needed to keep his torso still and drove those straps into his bladder again, making his eyes well up with tears as the urge to pee was briefly quadrupled by the pressure on his bladder. "You need to find something to free me." He managed after he caught his breath. He tried pointing at the phone in his pocket to suggest a control system as well as pointing at panels around the room. It really was the best he could do.

The next thing he knew her dick was resting on his face, making him wrinkle his nose at the musky stink of fox cock. He was about to say something or maybe about to do something when that precum blasted from his cock. He shrieked like he was being stabbed in response to that, sobbing his poor heart out as the precum blasted from his cock like an actual stream of piss. His jizz had grown so thick that it actually looked like regular cum but it only seemed to make things worse as it splattered all over him.

"Sorry!" He apologized as she humped his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked her cock, tracing every vein on it with quick strokes of his tongue. "Like this." He said between movements, pressing his lips to one of the veins on her shaft and starting to suck on it. Sure, her kind had found some human males who were eager to service a thick cock but it was pretty clear Ryan was just trying to show her what he wanted, kissing and nuzzling her dick to try to show her.
 
The precum continued to squirt and spurt even after he began to hungrily lap at her massive cock. It did, however, slow down as the volume decreased until a tiny little trickle continued to tickle his urethra, triggering his body's response to piss. Again his bladder pulsed, the hot liquid no longer sloshing in his now completely full to capacity tank, and instead creating an insistent pressure. A fire hose being blocked by a pin.

The vixen murred and purred, not caring in the least as her fur was soaked in thick goo. That long tongue of hers lulled out and she grasped Ryan's already immobile head. "Good... Make Spurt Spurt," she moaned, humping her hips faster, fucking against his face and lips, her massive canine sack smacking into his cheek while his nose squished around the growing knot.

While his dick continued to uselessly dribble precum was trying so DESPERATELY to force out the incredible amount of piss in his bladder, the vixen pulled her own back just slightly. With her left hand, she held the length of her shaft to push the pointed, weeping head of her cock at his lips... Her right landed firmly over his bladder. She shoved down with that hand, using it as leverage to shove her cock straight passed his lips to gag any complaints. With a moaning growl she forced the head of her shaft exactly two inches passed his throat, then began a steady rhythm of fucking his face, careful not to press in any deeper than that. She hadn't modified his throat to take her massive length yet.

Howling whines blocked out the emergency beeping of the bladder monitor. With her erection now in place, she set both hands on his abdomen, and bounced against him for leverage. It wasn't as if he could tell her he had to pee too, right?
 
Some how he doubted that his precum would quit flowing unless whatever blockage had prevented that showed back up. It leaked from his cock in greater quantities than any actual cumshot he'd ever had, thicker too. Again he felt his breath catch as the need to piss welled back up. He was trying to let loose with his bladder. Given that he'd already hosed her down with precum he doubted she'd mind.

Other humans had taken this chance to argue. She obviously wanted to cum and she obviously knew how that worked. If he wasn't needier than any human had ever been he might have refused. It didn't help that he had what might be the muskiest pair of vulpine balls in the galaxy smacking against his chin. He sucked hard on her cock, lashing at it with his tongue even as tears rolled down his cheek. He was trying so hard to piss and couldn't manage. The only explanation he could come up with was that whatever was happening with his cock had him too hard to pee.

He swirled his tongue over her cock head, gagging at the flavor. Some foxes preferred human boys who already liked dick but when you were in as dire need as Ryan was it hardly mattered that he'd never sucked a dick before in his life and didn't really want to do so now. He lapped at her shaft and sucked hard on her tip, pausing only when he felt her rest her weight against her right hand. Before he could tell her not to she was pressuring his bladder, making him squirm and cry, practically screaming as she increased the weight. That gave her the opening she needed to slide into his throat, making him gag hard on her dick.

With all her weight pressed against his bladder he couldn't even suck her dick. He was crying and whining and gagging, unable to do anything but keep his jaw strained for her to use his mouth as she saw fit.
 
She could have lasted longer, but she had a role to play. She had to be just as horny and needy as he was. A string of words in an alien language left her lips as her hips bucked, fucking the poor boy's mouth for several long moments before her head was thrown back and a howl rattled the room. The vixen shoved her hips down, forcing her cock two more inches down his throat. The pressure on his bladder was released so she could wrap both hands around the basketball sized knot and squeeze as tight as she could. It triggered her orgasm.

Semen rushed down her cock and exploded straight down Ryan's throat and into his stomach. She howled and whimpered, each huge pulse of cum harder and even larger than the ones before. His stomach was quickly filled, putting even more pressure on his poor bladder.

Pulling back, the vixen squirt three more times over Ryan's face before finally pulling away from him. A blissful, dreamy expression softened her features as she cooled down from her euphoria. "Oh, you Spurt Spurt," she stated with a silly giggle... A giggle that stopped dead and a horrified look came over her. "Spurt... Spurt..." She was a very good actress. The vixen threw one leg over the other, grasped at her still hard cock tightly, and whined ever so pitifully. She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, then yipped as a single spurt of pee left her and landed just next to his ear. The drops echoing off of the metal table.

Another yip, another squirt, more drops on the metal.

Any and all need Ryan had for orgasm fell to nil in that instant. Still throbbing hard, every nerve and muscle was focused on pushing out his pee.

Bladder Capacity
200%

It took all she had not to burst into hysterics. Her tank was holding quite a bit. In fact she had even more urine in her now than Ryan did! Difference was, that amount was only a little over half full for her. Yet, she was able to make it look like her eyes were drowning when she turned a helpless gaze on her subject. Her dick was still pointed at his face, though her hands had seemed to clamp off the flow for now. "Spurt Spurt!" She yelped, bouncing up and down and dancing the universal I'M GONNA PISS RIGHT NOW potty dance. It looked as if she'd erupt at any second, and Ryan's body was trying so hard to do the same.

The back up of liquid became a battering ram and burst its way through the block aid! It rushed through the bladder sphincter, barreled passed the block at the base of his cock, rushed up the urethra into an EXPLOSION. Except. It all caught just below the head of his penis. Trapped less than an inch from freedom!

The vixen began to jump in place, tails curling, body hunching, hands grasping, cockhead pointing right at his face. She 'only barely' held it in. "Spurt spuuuurt," she moaned in want.
 
Ryan gagged as she began thrusting into his mouth faster, those huge, fuzzy nuts of hers bouncing against his chest as she shoved another two inches into his throat. He groaned around that fat rod as she let her jizz pour down his throat. It was so thick and there was an absolute ton of it. It felt like he'd just gotten a full meal and then some. He clawed at the table as her dick spent a rather long while in his throat while he needed to catch a breath. When she finally did pull back he took a big, gasping breath, just barely managing to shut his eyes before she shot the rest of her wad onto his face. He let out a disgusted little groan and she could see his hand tug at the restraints a little bit as the instinct to whip her spunk from his face set in. He let out a resolved sigh at that, wrinkling his nose a bit. "And I thought your precum stank..." He mused, gagging again just from the strong stench of her cum. That fox jizz had to be more potent than the most virile breeding stallion on Earth.

"Yeah, me spurt spurt." He said softly when she giggled, a little smile popping up on his face as she seemed to get the right idea. The next thing he knew a spurt of pee splashed against the table beside his head. Little droplets splattered against his ears with each little squirt and he looked horrified. Couldn't she aim that thing elsewhere? Just the thought of being able to pee made him let out a choked groan and all at once he felt his bladder give way, only to have it stop right at the tip of his cock. He sobbed loudly as it did. His urethra was obviously bulging with the golden liquid inside and he wanted so badly to let it all out.

For just a second he'd forgotten that he wasn't alone but her bouncing and wiggling drew his attention back to her. "You could use use the corner." He said, shuddering with how badly he needed to pee. He doubted she understood him though and after a moment he let out a little sigh. Ryan put on a brave smile for her and resigned himself for what came next. "Alright... at least one of us gets some relief. Go ahead and spurt spurt." He said, shutting his eyes and waiting for what came next. If he couldn't find any relief at least he could help his fellow test subject get some.
 
How cute. The vixen had expected the man to plead with her not to pee near by, but Ryan was kind enough to just let her go without a fight. It almost had her wanting to release the block at the tip of his dick. Almost.

She turned her head from side to side frantically, still bouncing from foot to foot. She whined a most pitiful whine and doubled over, to find a conveniently placed metal bucket. It scraped across the linoleum floor loudly. It was wide and tall, and the fox was able to position her cock down to aim, and Ryan would still be able to see every bit of it. The vixen mewled and hissed as she loosened her grip on her shaft. There were several seconds of nothing, the fox panting softly, her balls jumping as an orgasmic wave of pleasure rolled down her spine. Her tails curled and she let out an erotic groan, then all at once the downpour started. A fire hose went off, spraying against the metal to make a deafening noise.

The liquid was purple and held a sweet smell that contrasted the musky stench of her cum. She moaned and tilted her head back, riding out her bliss for the full four minutes she took to finish.
 
Ryan let out a soft sigh when she produced the bucket. There was at least a little relief to be had in the knowledge that she wasn't actually going to pee on him. Admittedly, he wasn't quite sure why she set the bucket down next to his head when there were so many other places it could have gone. When she released her bladder he grimaced, his own feeling like it was about to bust under the pressure. That horrible metallic ringing made him grit his teeth but when it went away it was almost worse. As the bucket filled it instead gave off a sloshing sound as her stream stirred the bucket's contents. He whined and dug his fingers into the table as he tried again to let his own stream go. He hardly cared that it would have involved giving himself a golden shower.

The purple liquid was surprising but what really shocked him was the smell. Her dick absolutely reeked with vulpine musk but her urine smelled way better. It wasn't hard to imagine that it actually might taste a bit like the grape soda it sort of resembled. Of course, thinking of drinking anything just made him need to pee worse, leaving him to squirm and whine for the remaining several minutes it took her to finish up.
 
When the stream finally came to a stop, the vixen panted, her eyes rolled back and her tongue lulling out in a look of pure, orgasmic bliss. She stayed like that a few seconds before shaking her massive cock twice to be rid of the last few drips as it gradually sunk back into her sheath. The fox was purring in delight at the relief of an empty pair of balls and a free bladder.

"Hmmm?" She hummed, her head rolling to the side. She leaped when she saw the man squirming on the table, as if she'd completely forgotten his existence. "Oh! Oh hmm hmm." The cyan fox turned to look scrutinizingly at the man and his bindings. She poked and prodded at them curiously, and even gave his bulging cock a light touch. A touch that flicked a switch, and suddenly all the piss built up in the man's cock was forced back into his bladder by an invisible force crushing his dick until it was clear. The his balls started up again; bouncing and filling, growing until they were squeezed by his thighs.

The vixen jumped back with a squeak before turning around to start rummaging through folders and papers on desks, pulling things out of cabinets and searching through drawers. This would be an annoying task to clean and reorganize the lab, but it was worth it to put on a convincing show.

An alien language left her muzzle as she held something up victoriously. With an excited yip she bounced back over to Ryan with excitement in her eyes. Opening the folder again, she looked over the words with wiggling tails. "Pee.... Cum... You want?" A claw roamed over the page, and she frowned heavily when it reached the bottom. "One. Can have one. Free, free!" she chirped. Even if he could have both, she'd still get him free. And with the way things were going, that would be just so much fun!

She did decide to let Ryan choose from an even playing field... So while his balls filled further and further with cum, semen battering at the tubes to be set free, his bladder spasmed frantically.

"Which? Pick. I give. You free!"
 
Ryan whimpered a little bit looking at that blissful look on her face. He could only imagine how good it must have felt. To add insult to injury a few drops of that purple pee ended up on his face when she gave her cock a shake, the sweet scent making him need to pee that much more. When she touched his cock the pressure switched back around and he gave a groan as he felt his nuts swell up between his legs, resting heavy between his thighs. He was sure they were bigger than they ever had been before and he was quite right. Then again, given that his dick was more susceptible to her ministrations than any other human her species had come across his balls were more full than any human's ever had been before.

He gently tugged at his restraints as she dug through the desks. He rather doubted this would be the time he suddenly, magically got his arms free but doing something helped to distract him from the way his cock ached. Even slight shifts in the airflow made his cock twitch needily, prompting little whines and whimpers. When the fox came up with her prize and asked him what he wanted he nodded furiously. When it became clear that he was only getting one he should have realized something was up. This was the point where most human males would have definitely figured out that she wasn't on his side but Ryan was a little naive and his plight was worse than any male before him, which certainly didn't help his deductive reasoning skills.

"I wanna pee." He answered, practically whimpering out the words. He needed both and giving up an orgasm felt terrible to him but it wasn't hard to guess his reasoning. Something was definitely preventing his bladder from working right. If she got him free he could try jacking off or teach her how to properly treat his cock. He had options on that front. He had no idea how to get his bladder to work when it wasn't doing its job.
 
The second he answered his bladder twitched and spasmed with joy, while his balls clenched and tried even harder to push out the backed up cum out of pure defiance. His balls continued to swell and fill, sending waves and waves of pleasure and need up into his thick, swollen cock. They grew and grew. The monitor flashed the words EMERGENCY ORGASM IMMINENT as his nuts filled out to the size of basket balls. They clenched painfully over and over, punishing him for his choice.

All the while the vixen was scrutinizing the folder with narrowed crimson eyes. "Pee pee pee," she muttered over and over. "No cum. Pee pee pee." Her claw ran over the paper as she read through her own notes. For a full minute she just repeated the word 'pee' until she jumped with another excited yip.

She scurried about quickly, but took her sweet time actually finding the items she needed while precum began to bubble at his tip before squirting up like a fountain in yet another not quite orgasm.
 
Ryan groaned loudly as his balls felt even more backed up than usual, whining and grasping at the slab he was laying on while they swelled. They were easily larger than any human's balls had ever been. His hips thrust weakly with each clench as if that'd be the time his cock actually allowed him to cum. The vixen's chattering wasn't really helping matters since he still hadn't actually been given the chance to pee yet. At least the pain in his balls made him less inclined to think about his overly full bladder.

When his cock began to squirt pre he whimpered once more, blushing furiously as the squirt most definitely spit out more volume than any of his previous climaxes. He found himself blushing in the midst of this as the precum splattered all over his swollen balls, each spurt adding to the sticky mess of not-quite-cum that coated those fat orbs. At least no one save for the vixen was here to witness his humiliation.
 
Oh how she loved his sounds. He was easily the most pathetic male she'd ever taken. Then again, he was also the only one to have the chip successfully implanted. Dozens of subjects had become victim to failed attempts. Everything that could go wrong did at some point. She still had that one creature that would be held on the edge of orgasm for the rest of his miserable existence, the others we either released or put out of their misery. She was glad this little human man was her success.

Finally, the vixen 'found' what she was looking for: a squishy looking ball with a long clear tube attached to it. She attached the empty end to a large plastic jug hanging in clear view, then turned to his spurting cock. It was oh so tempting to feign more ignorance. To confuse his precum for either cum or urine, but she really wanted to move along. Still, she took a long moment to watch the gushing fountain of frustration with wide eyed awe that wasn't completely faked. It was all working better than she ever could have hoped! She let it continue for another minute before her antenna bounced once more and the spurting came to a gradual halt.

"Normal?" she questioned curiously, pointing to the giant cock now standing a full 90 degrees from his body. She hummed and shrugged, then gripped the base in that same tight grip as before. "It say..." she paused, pretending to look for the right word. "Not... best feeling?" It was a casual warning before that black, gooey looking ball was placed on the head of his cock. Instantly, it expanded down his length, clinging to his sensitive skin and turning his cock into a perfect statue of a black latex erection.

The case squeezed down with a crushing force meant to kill any erection. It was needed to keep up her ploy. I took another bobbing of her antenna for the monster shaft to finally deflate. What had just been a glorious specimen of a penis was quickly reduced to an inch long bundle of black goop. Then, once it was completely soft, a tiny tendril from the casing wiggled and wormed its way down his urethra to tickle at the clenched bladder sphincter. Instantly, it burst open and his bladder pumped to release its monstrous load... but the utter relief Ryan was surly expecting didn't come. Instead, a tiny trickle of yellow moved through the clear tube and steadily dripped into the jug.

The monitor changed again. Instead of blinking a percentage, it instead showed a timer.

2:30:5555

And ticking down.

"Oh?" The vixen looked at the screen curiously. "Long time?" She asked, blinking down with a dumbstruck expression on her face, and questioned once more, "Normal?"
 
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