I really like skunks! I have quite a few, and Rono is even a skunk hybrid. I also like dicks... but genitals are hard to draw. D:

#2020 #furry #futanari #stomachbulge

Got from Bonky quite some time ago <3

#2020 #furry

Oliver! Chibi... balls... owo

#furry #2020

$1 to unlock the full size version!

#fatfur #furry #2020 #stuffing #inflation #vore

I don't know what kink it is, I just like stomachs :3c
Lace the skunk <3

#furry #2020 #stomach

Preview~ Anons shouldn't ask for requests if you're not accepting them!

My kobold crushing the shit out of some loser ;D
Please ignore the foot it kills me

#2019 #crushing #sitting #furry #scalie

My Resident Evil OC babe, Dr. Steel <3<3 I love her so much!
I want to finish them up individually at some point~

#2019 #residentevil #chibi #pregnant #pregnancy #stomachdiscomfort #tentacles

 Plap plap plap! Smack! Plap, plap, smack!

 “You’re gonna pound her into dust!” laughed a nearby voice, clapping his hands together in time with each thrust. “C’mon smack her a few more times! I wanna see red through her fur!”

 A white ibis grinned towards the camera, winking as his hand came down hard on the ass of a girl, her ass up and upper body obscured out of the film’s view. His other hand was squeezing her hip hard enough to bruise, his own bucking furiously into the upturned ass as its owner whimpered and moaned beneath him.

 “Heyyy, say hi to your boyfriend for me, slut!” he snipped, giving a peace sign to the camera as he continued to fuck her with the vigor of a ram. “You’re a tight, wet little thing, I bet he’s jealous! Think you can say his name for me? C’mon, shout! The mic won’t pick it up if you’re being a whiny little bitch!”

 “T-Tom--!” she almost sobbed off-screen, her hips thrusting back against the other.

 “Good girl! Hi, Tom! Bet you wish you could fuck her like this, right?” he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, pounding her to the rhythm of somewhat obscured club music in the background. “To bad!”

 “Be nice Trevor! What if he wants to fuck you?” the voice from off camera chimed.

 “My ass is VIP only,” Trevor turned, pulling his ass apart to give the camera a good view of his asshole and taint, shamelessly showing off for the crew as he fucked the bitch beneath him raw.

 “Some lenient VIP,” a different voice added, followed by a dark chuckle.

 “Shut it! Good dick is good dick, you’d know if you let me fuck you for once!”

 “Pass!”

 The furry beneath Trevor trembled, moaning as she came around his cock. That didn’t stop him, instead earning her a hard slap on the ass and even rougher treatment.

 “I didn’t say cum, slut! Now I gotta start over! Set the timer back!” a chorus of laughter was heard as Trevor’s hands went out of view, pressing down unseen on the fur’s shoulders as he arched himself up to better pound down into her ass. Her tail was up and across her back, and he shook his head, puffing fur out of his mouth before pretending to bite at it. The action earned another round of chortling, followed by clapping as he forced the girl to another orgasm.

 “Cum in her so we can get the shot, bin chicken!”

 “Hey shut the FUCK up, cocksucker!” Trevor bit back, flipping his hair as he increased his pace to as fast as he could go. Within a few loud minutes he blew, laughing as he filled the furry’s cunt with spunk. Pulling back as quickly as he finished, Trevor forced her ass towards the camera, giving the crew a good view of her swollen, abused pussy, dripping with thick white cum. “How’s that for a creampie? Who wants to come get a slice?”

 “Gross,” chuckled the deeper voice, “alright, let’s get a good view of her.” At his command the cameraman moved around to see the full girl, a fluffy white canine with her tongue lolling out, saliva and tears streaking her face while her eyes crossed in absolute bliss. Trevor’s foot could be seen come into frame briefly as he kicked her over onto her side, stomping down on her hips and ass as the camera moved up to see his triumphant pose.

 “Another bitch conquered! Can anyone stop me? Wanny try?” he leaned in, pointing to the lense and winking at the unseen audience.

 “Cut!” a snap, likely a clapboard, sounded as the camera’s recording light flicked off.

 “Think we’ll make bank on it?” Trevor chuckled, disregarding the girl on the ground and walking off the scene, cock still dripping with fluids.

 “Don’t we always?” a peacock snorted, his vibrant feathers fluttering as he stopped to high-five his ibis friend.

 “Now now, let’s not celebrate too soon,” the looming presence of a flamingo stepped forward, his height dwarfing the two other birds and canine alike, “We need to do all the fun stuff now; titles, description, edits.”

 “Don’t be a downer,” Trevor snipped, grinning up at the flamingo, “we always make bank.”

 “Never assume,” he grinned back, reaching up to brush styled purple hair out of the way of his bright pink and white sunglasses. The massive bird strode off, tail feathers flicking in amusement as he listened to the others chittering behind him. Oh what fun it was to work with other avians.

 He went back into his office, a surprisingly sparse little room with only a desk, computer, and landline. The latter looked incredibly dated, a stark contrast from mahogany wood and Pawbook laptop. Even the chair looked more modern, a sleek black office chair that screamed 
“I’m the boss.”

 “Doooo,” a little voice came from the desk as a little wolf boy popped up from the chair. He was barely four feet tall, a small, grey canid with fluffy baby pink and blue ear tufts eagerly wagged his fluffy dual-colored tail, leaning forward on the desk and grinning. His pink and blue hair, matching the rest of his brighter features, was twirled idly between little grey fingers. “How’d it goooo?”

 “Well enough for a nice bottle of wine,” Do grinned back, sitting on his desk. One long leg crossed over the other, clad in cream leggings sporting little crown designs. “To bad I have to pay those losers, or I’d release it free. Will definitely send a copy to “Tom” though,” he clicked his beak in obvious amusement.

 “Tom? Her boyfriend, right? Stupid fucking cuck,” the wolf playfully stuck out his tongue. “I already got his location~ Want me to deliver?”

 “If it’s no trouble,” he chuckled, reaching out to pat the canid on the head. Do was growled at, but there was no vitriol behind it.

 “Yup yup, whatever you say boss. Want anything else done?”

 “Oooh, so many things,” he sighed flippantly, leaning back on the desk a bit. “Give me the world, Eos!”

 “You already got it, boss,” the little wolf grinned, “it’s called money.”

 “You’re right,” he sighed dramatically again, grinning, “maybe send daddy the tape then, I want him to see how good his little boy has been doing all on his own~”

 “Think this one will kill him?”

 “If he didn’t drop dead of a heart attack last time, I fear I may be unable to off him subtly,” he brought the back of his hand to his forehead in mock-woe. “So let’s not get our hopes up, hm?”

 “Hopes dashed again,” Eos teased, jumping up onto the desk and into Do’s lap. The flamingo was a solid five feet taller than him, making Eos look even tinier by comparison. “Ooo, but I do got some drama for you, if you want it?”

 “You say such a thing as if I’ll say no,” Do chuckled, scratching Eos behind the ears.

 “That big bitch ‘rex got another one,” he leaned up, paws on Do’s stomach as he tried futilly to reach his face, “and I think this one was a cop. Dunno what he did, but they already cancelled the investigation. You wanna try to get the next one on tape?”

 “Tempting,” Do mused, “but I’m staying out of her way.”

 “Awww! But you love a challenge!”

 “And I love not having dinosaur spit all over my feathers.”

 A knocking pulled the two from their conversing, the office door opening a moment later to reveal a now-dressed Trevor. He sported a black crop-top with a golden middle finger (the “bird,” rather) and dark jean shorts that were tight enough to show off his junk.

 “Hey ‘mingo babe, I got one for ya. Better Bird Bust Busty Bitch,” he laughed, stepping inside and leaning on the nice desk.

 “Don’t get cum in my office,” Do scolded, raising a brow.

 “Oh chill, my dick isn’t even out!”

 “And?” both laughed, though it was clear that Trevor found it far more humorous. After a moment he continued, “Alright so, seriously, where we goin’ next?”

 “You think I’d push for something else so soon?” Do feigned offence.

 “Bitch I KNOW you will. You live for this trashy shit just like I do. Hell, I don’t think most of that video is even gonna be fuckin’. It’s just gonna be a display of pure, crass fuckery.”

 “You got me there. Don’t worry though, I won’t be cutting the creampie or your big, stupid ass shot.”

 “My big, fantastic ass shot,” Trevor corrected cheekily. “Now answer me boss man, who’s gettin’ fucked next?”

 Do glanced down at Eos, who smiled slyly back up at him. Leaning up to whisper, Do listened as his devious little friend gave him a myriad of suggestions. Oh he was so glad he’d hired this little fuck, he had such creative ideas!

 “Let’s get a little bitch-- like a little fennec or something-- and a big fat futa to raw you while you split the little mammal in half,” he finally stated, reaching up to push his sunglasses further onto his beak.

 “You’re not thinking the little white and green escort, right?”

 “Ew, no,” he waved a hand dismissively, “since when was he good enough to work with me?”

 “Good, just checking,” Trevor smirked, “we got any other fennecs on record?”

 “Not right now. We can settle for something else, ‘long as it’s small enough to be ruined by your cock.”

 “I can ruin anything with my cock,” the ibis winked, grabbing his package through his shorts.

 “Mmmmmm of course you can, dear,” Do taunted, “let me do some research. I’ll send a couple “friends” out to find someone dumb enough to take the bait.”

 “You’d have to be dumb to turn down your pay, babe,” Trevor huffed.

 “Dumber, then. We don’t want anyone smart enough to complain, do we?”

 “Oh fuck no,” he laughed, “alright, I’ll let you know if I see any good meat, too. Alright, I’m heading to the pool for a nap-- if you need me, just moan really loud and I’ll cum right over.” With that the white ibis trotted off out the door, giving a flirty wave as he headed off set for the day.

 “What about a rabbit? I got rabbits,” Eos piped up as the door closed, “fat ones, skinny ones, hybrids… think there’s a squirrel around, too. Or maybe that’s the hybrid?” He rambled off species of small mammal for a moment before shaking his head, “Wait, lemme guess: whatever I bring you?”

 “Bingo,” Do pointed down at the little critter, giving him another pat on the head. “Oh yeah, get some info on your other friends for me, would you? I don’t need any surprises from your co-workers.”

 “You got it,” Eos winked, snapping his fingers and vanishing into thin air.

 “And don’t bring me something ridden with diseases!” the flamingo shouted after him, raising a fist to the air. Oi, you had to be so specific with their kind.

 The landline beside him began ringing, prompting Do to glance at the caller ID. Although a name wasn’t present, he recognized the number, a sly grin working its way up his beak.

 With little hesitation the phone was lifted to his ear, a voice on the other end beginning a string of profanities that only had the devious flamingo’s laughter echoing around his office.

I got a babe second-hand from Bonky, and another design by Reyyon. Dunno exactly how I want to finish it (whether I want to re-line it digitally or use Medibang's "extract lines" tool), but this is what I've got so far!

Fullbody, inked, pinup~ <3
#furry #preview #2020

"Alright sweetie, ready to get started?" the director asked, smiling coyly at the young dragoness standing pensively before him.
"I suppose. I'd really just like to get this over with so I can get my pay and leave," she sighed.

Dasha was normally a shy, soft spoken young woman who avoided people and could appear antisocial at times. Being pushed into this situation made her a bit dizzy, but after what she'd been through the past year, the dragoness knew this opportunity to make quick cash was to good to miss.
Her red, black, and white scales shimmered vaguely beneath the bright spotlights being used to illuminate every part of the little stage. It was adorned in white fabric, from the floor to the curtain hiding the back-stage crew. In all actuality, it was quite nice looking.

Dasha's black wings flexed uneasily as a machine was placed to the side of said stage, just out of view of the camera. Only the tube would be in the shot, and her, of course. Yellow eyes narrowed slightly. If she didn't need the money so bad, she'd have torched these sick losers and left. But she did need the money, so she didn't go through with her little fantasy.
"Step up on stage, dear," the director ordered, pointing. "Then get on your knees and face the machine, understand?" that damn fox spoke to her as if she were an idiot. She was pretty sure he only did it because he knew it bugged her, and because he knew he could. He knew she couldn't afford to bail out now.

The dragoness scowled inwardly as she did what she was told. When she was in position, the director continued speaking.
"When we start rolling, pick the tube up and hold it in your mouth. The machine'll start a few seconds after you do. Don't let go of it until it stops, or we'll have to do this again," he smiled. Dasha threw him the least amused look she'd ever used, but gave a curt nod in understanding. "And, action!"

Doing as she'd been told, Dasha slowly picked up the tube, placing it in her mouth and quickly making sure she had a firm hold on it. She wondered for a moment if the cream bikini she wore would snap after this. The thought vanished as soon as she heard a click, the tell-tale sign that the machine had started and she'd better be ready.

A few seconds later, a familiar liquid gushed through the tube and into her mouth. Warm, creamy milk was all it was, but Dasha had the suspicion the director had intended for it to look like something else. She tried not to gag at the sickening thought. Instead, she focused on not choking and the feeling of slowly having her stomach filled with the liquid.

Now, in retrospect, there were probably other things she could have done to get the cash she needed. One of the girls she went to college with suggested stripping, but the thought of having all those grubby claws, paws, and feathers reaching for her at all times made her queasy. At least this was a private setting for a private video. Legally, if it got out, she could sue the director for every penny he had; and being a director of, say, 'lesser known' things, he had made quite a few pennies.
She was full now, her stomach slightly bloated from the amount of milk she'd been forced to ingest. That didn't matter, though. The machine continued to pump liquid down her throat and into her now steadily growing belly. How exactly had she gotten to this point in life?
Oh, yeah. Her own brother screwed her out of house and home. Recently, their uncle- and only living relative- had passed away. He'd been a rich golden dragon who valued his things despite having a lot of them. In his will, he'd made it clear that his money and goods be given to his only living relatives of his brothers side; Dasha and her brother.

However, ink had mysteriously been spilled on the original will document, blocking out a crucial part of the will; namely, what goes where, and how it was divided up. Her brother, at twenty-seven, was six years older than her and studying law. He'd been able to get some friends and use his own knowledge to get most of their uncles items and money to himself.
Dasha's belly was starting to balloon out now, extending roughly three inches out from its normal flat tone.
Ducan, her brother, had not been raised with her. They had both been adopted into separate homes when they were little, but were well aware of each other. Rather than being good sports and staying in contact, however, Ducan envied Dasha to the point of hatred towards her. She was raised with a 'happy family' setting, with two cougar parents and their two twin boys who were only just younger than she was.

Her brother, on the other hand, was raised by a crocodile in the inner city. Sure, the croc was a good guy and all, but he was messy and fickle, while Ducan was organized and intelligent. In truth, Dasha could completely understand why her brother despised her so. She'd feel bad for him if he wasn't such a prick.
Six inches. Seven. Eight, and finally, the machine clicked and stopped. Dasha pulled the tube out of her mouth slowly, setting it on the ground. The dragoness groaned, resting her hands on her swollen belly, suppressing a somewhat painful gas bubble from escaping her maw. Swallowing hard, she turned to look at the director.
"Very nice!" he chimed just after the camera men ceased rolling. "Now waddle yourself over here for a little photo shoot while we wait for part two."
Dasha groaned again, this time, in humiliation.

________________________________________________________________________

It had to have been at least two hours after the filming. Though trying not to show it, the dragoness was becoming more and more uncomfortable. This was due to the growing pressure in her lower abdomen and groin. She carefully set a hand on her bulging lower stomach, trying not to add to much pressure.

"How are you feeling?" the director asked, looking down at her belly rather than directly at her. "Almost time?" Dasha let out a long sigh, twitching slightly at the growing pressure. "Head back to the stage now. I think we have a bit longer to wait, but I want you in position before you can't move at all."

The dragoness followed his instructions, wincing as she stood up. She had to take a moment to press her legs tightly together due to the swift motion. When she recovered, she made her way to the stage as casually as possible, getting back on her knees and facing with her back to the camera.
"We'll start rolling when you get really desperate," the fox chuckled. "The only thing I specifically want from you is to stay in that general position, and hold for as long as possible. If you think you can't go any longer, go longer anyways." Dasha scowled at the fox, but was to focused on the slowly mounting pressure to make the threat seem serious.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen. Her legs shook, and she knew holding all the liquids from earlier in would be futile at best in this position. The dragoness set her hands on her lower abdomen again, squirming a bit. She could almost hear the pent-up liquids sloshing inside her.
Dasha moaned quietly, glancing down at herself. Of all the people in the world, why her? Though she wanted to feel bad for herself, she couldn't manage to focus past the pressure within her, which was swiftly mounting to an alarming rate. She was vaguely aware of the director ordering to roll tape.

"Mmmph," the dragoness clamped her mouth shut and squeezed her eyes closed, fighting the need to cross her legs together. Minutes felt like hours now, her bladder filled to its brim and ready to burst. It felt like a water balloon that had been filled to much, the slightest tap causing it to- "Ah!" Dasha huffed, grabbing her crotch and doubling over just slightly.

She was sweating a bit now with the effort it took to hold back the liquid inside her. Forgetting her pride, the dragoness writhed and squirmed, trying to think of another way to keep the imminent flood back as long as possible. Finally, Dasha swiftly removed her hands and pressed her tail against her lower regions. The slight wetness told her she'd leaked just a small bit, probably unnoticeable to anyone but her.

Dasha shifted and moved, trying to keep her body under control. A powerful wave of desperation hit her, causing the dragoness to gasp and use her hands to press her tail more firmly against herself. She blushed from humiliation, knowing that she must look like a complete fool.

It happened again, but this time, some of the liquid escaped her. A few drops hit the white fabric below her. Dasha was shaking now, barely noticing the sign held just off stage to her right.
'LET GO OF YOURSELF. KEEP HOLDING'
She couldn't believe what the sign said, so for a moment, she didn't comply. But, knowing she needed the money (and certainly didn't want to do this a second time), the dragoness took a deep breath, tensing every muscle in her body, and complied.

The effort it took was immense, but she managed well enough. Groaning, Dasha wondered how long she could stay this tense for. Her bladder ached, and she figured she'd have knots in her muscles for weeks at this rate; exaggeration or not, that was certainly how it felt. Time escaped her, but it didn't feel like very long until another sign was held up.
'LIFT YOUR TAIL'
They were really pushing it now. As the dragoness tried to comply, she felt a small amount of the liquid escape her, and had to put her tail back down some to assure that it stopped. After a moment of re-composure, Dasha lifted her tail, giving the camera a view of her tightly clenched, bikini-clad rear.

Her bladder weakened a great deal at the action. The warm liquids she was trying so hard to keep trapped started to seep out, darkening the crotch of her bikini. Groaning, she tried again to stop the stream, which had now dripped down onto the white fabric, staining it yellow. Just as she managed to stop the flow, another sign was held up.
'WHEN YOU LOSE IT, TRY TO STOP YOURSELF'
Dasha stifled an angry roar. These people were ridiculous! But right when she tried to carefully shift again (as being on her knees for so long was a tad painful), her control wavered, then vanished.
The stream of liquid that had been fighting for release for so long were barely held back by the little bikini. Dasha moaned at the feeling of being able to go after so long. She certainly didn't find this sexual, but it felt good to relax her muscles. Despite the short-lived relief, the dragoness knew she still had a ways to go before this was over.

Stopping by contracting her muscles again wasn't working, though, as they were to weak to obey her. Instead, though it had been one of the last things she'd wanted to do, Dasha grabbed herself tightly, pressing her hand against herself so that she would stop. The dragoness shook and groaned, but managed to stop the stream again.
Just for the hell of it, she glanced down at her lower abdomen. It was still bulging, looking just as big as before, and still felt just as full. Dasha groaned again, another spasm of urgency racing through her bladder, weakening the muscles even further. More liquid seeped out, running down her legs and onto the ruined fabric beneath her.

Placing a hand on her stomach, the dragoness growled inwardly at herself and the sick people around her. Knowing that she was seconds from bursting, the dragoness leaned forward a bit, removing her hands from her body and placing them in front of her, lifting her tail high and pushing her rump into the air, completely letting go.
The trapped liquid came like a jet of water, hissing out of her and pouring onto the fabric below. She didn't care at this point, but she better get her damn money or heads would roll and fur would fly (and be charred)! Heck, after she got her money, that might happen anyways.

It was quite a while before her stomach began to 'deflate' as the liquid was removed from her body. But, eventually, it stopped, leaving a dull ache in her lower abdomen and in serious need of a shower.
"And, cut!" the director clapped, standing up. "Dasha, sweetie, that was wonderful-"
"First, I want a shower," the dragoness hissed, standing up, "then, I want my money. Understand?" Being easily three or four heads taller than the fox, she could easily intimidate him. The smaller furry backed up a few steps, smiling nervously.
"Y-yes, of course, go ahead," he nodded. And with that, Dasha stormed over to the woman's room, hopping into one of the tiny showers and scrubbing herself down a good four or five times.

---

"Sweetie, good to see you!" the grey fox smiled, walking up to the clearly annoyed dragoness. It'd been a full month since she'd worked for him, but recently he'd been bugging her about wanting to chat.
"This better be good," Dasha growled, staring the other down.
"Of course, of course," he put his hands up in front of him, a universal 'calm your tits' sign.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I was just thinking, babe, you did so well," the fox jumped back when Dasha's pearly whites snapped at his nose. "Come now, don't be like that! The moneys good, you know, and I know you still need it," he grinned.
"How much?" the dragoness seethed.
"You know those pretty condos up on top of the sky scrapers?"
"Yes?"
"You could buy twenty, and a new brother."
"I despise you," Dasha extended her hand, "but, sadly, you have a deal." The grey fox took her hand, shaking it firmly.
"That's what I thought, sweetie."

The silver vulpine eagerly gulped down a two-liter bottle of soda, grinning as he was cheered on by a group. Fizzing and gulping could be barely be heard passed the whoops and hollers of semi-drunken laughter. This only egged the fox on as he tilted his head all the way back to chug down the last of the caffeinated drink.

Earlier, Wes had been invited to a house party by his best bud, Jessie. The jaguar had insisted he go, and he couldn't say no to the giddy cat. He'd not really been interested, but if it meant something to his friend, he'd endure it.

When they'd arrived the duo had been greeted by a small group of partiers that had clearly been drinking. Luckily for Wes, however, whom was not a big drinker, they had run out of alcohol. Apparently the ten or fifteen guests had already downed the little there was of it. This had made them tipsy more than anything.

All that was left to drink was soda and water, which a few of the other furs were already sipping at. Wes and Jessie quickly snatched up a can of soda each, moving in to chat and hang out with the others. The fox remained somewhat quiet, letting his friend do most of the socializing.

At some point, and he had no idea when, somebody had dared him to chug one of the eight two-liters of pop that were sitting around. Jessie somehow managed to get him to accept the dare, and he'd downed the big bottle with ease. Surprised, a couple of the tipsy guests had demanded he continue.

And that's how Wes ended up chugging eight two-liters of fizzing and bubbling soda. His stomach bulged out a great deal, made more obvious by his small four-foot stature. There was so much liquid inside of him that he'd had to unzip his jeans, as they had been far to tight. His red t-shirt had also been discarded and was now laying on the floor.

The furs cheered, and the fox felt a little bad that something so stupid had to be the highlight of their crummy, poorly-funded party. He had thought college kids could do better than this, but apparently not. This particular group was pretty pathetic, consisting of bored furs and wannabes.

Wes stood up from the couch, the contents of his belly sloshing about as he gave his friend a brief wave goodbye and made his way out the door. There was no point in him sticking around any longer anyways. Jessie seemed to understand, nodding and giving the fox a thumbs-up.

Cool air ruffled his silver and white fur as he stepped out into the fresh evening air. The sun was almost set and the moon was already visible in the darkening sky. He briefly remembered that he'd left his shirt back inside, but he didn't really want to go back in. Shrugging, the vulpine held up his pants and started to walk home.

His apartment, which he shared with Jessie, was six miles away. It was in a small, run down building that the small city assumed only college furs lived in. Well, that was true enough. The rent was so cheap one could live there and still have money for some booze.

To get there, Wes needed to walk downtown. That was only a mile away, and he was thankful for that. All the liquid in his belly was weighing him down. He'd need a place to rest soon.


--


As time passed the fox found himself walking a little bit quicker through the still somewhat busy (though quickly thinning) downtown area of the city. The eight bottles of soda had moved south rather quickly, so his lower abdomen was now becoming more and more bloated. His legs twitched every now and again as pressure began to grow between them.

In no time at all, Wes was searching for a restroom. Most of the shops here were 'customers-only,' but there were a couple of public bathrooms. In fact, there was one just up ahead!

Internally sighing with relief, the fox walked up to the mens room, only to see a cervine of some sort desperately staring at it and holding himself.

"What's wro-" Wes began, only to be cut off by the clearly struggling other.
"Both sides are out of order," he huffed.

"Oh," the realization made the pressure between his legs spike, making him instinctively press them together. Sympathizing with the other's plight, he turned and began walking downtown again, searching for another restroom.

After a short while he gave up. He could make it home in time. This wouldn't be the first time he'd needed to hold it. So with an inward shrug, he continued to walk towards his place. It was only three miles away, how bad could it be?


Much worse than he'd anticipated, of course.


The pressure inside him only grew, and pretty soon it was becoming hard to focus on anything else. As he walked Wes would squirm uncomfortably, his legs pressed tightly together and his lower muscles clutched. This, of course, made walking a little awkward.

A small, sharp squeak escaped him when he felt a wave of desperation hit, making him stop in is tracks. With a small gulp, the fox looked down at himself. His eyes widened when he saw the huge bulge that was slowly moving from his stomach and into his bladder. Already it felt full, but it was clear there was still quite a bit of liquid in his stomach, that of which now rapidly making its way south.

He picked up his pace some, trotting towards his destination rather than walking. This, however, only made things worse for him, and he soon had to stop as another wave of desperation- this one worse than the last- took over his body.

Thankfully, there weren't many other furs around now, as the sun had set. Most of the night crowd were in their clubs, a few lingered outside for a smoke or some fresh air, so he didn't need to worry to much about making a fool of himself.

Wes let out a quiet groan as another sudden wave of desperation swept over him. His bladder was so full he now couldn't stand it, stuffing his paws between his legs and pressing them tightly over his crotch. There was no way he'd make it home if he jogged there.

There was a bench nearby, which was shaded by a large tree. Perhaps if he took a brief rest, he could regain control of his bladder. Taking a deep breath, the fox removed his paws and walked over to it, sitting down close to the tree. It was so dark under here that it was unlikely anyone could see his silver fur.

Looking down at himself made him let out an annoyed growl, just as the pressure within him spiked. He slammed his paws back between his legs, crossing them tightly. It was all he could do to keep from wetting himself right then and there. His bladder was passed its maximum, and how it held so much liquid he may never know. It looked as if he'd swallowed a beach ball that was ready to come back out.

Wes squirmed, his vulpine tail curling around his waist. Another wave of desperation hit, making him shudder and whimper. There was no way he'd make it home dry unless he found a place to go.

He glanced around, whimpering again when he realized everything nearby was either closed, members only, or pay-to-enter. There was literally no place he could go around here. A small sigh escaped him as he tried to stand, only to be forced back down and press himself hard into the bench to keep from wetting himself.

The fox removed one hand from his crotch, continuing to hold himself with the other, and rested it on his immensely swollen abdomen. He was filled to the brim. Shifting a few times, he tried to make himself comfortable, only succeeding in making a burning pain stab trough his bladder.

Not even making the faintest attempt to keep still, Wes squirmed and writhed and held himself and pressed himself against the bench and his paw. Waves of desperation were almost constant now as his bladder desperately tried to void itself of its contents. This made him whimper and whine, and he hoped no one around could hear him.

The pain inside him only grew more and more, and he was starting to sweat from the effort of holding back so much liquid. He couldn't move now, let alone stand. Why had he taken that dare? What possessed him to say yes to something so stupid?

He yelped as he felt a small amount of urine escape him. Wes clamped his paws on himself harder, crossing his legs as tightly as he possibly could. Maybe it would help if he laid down?

With a shaky breath, the fox moved to lay on his side, hoping the change of gravity would help him. It didn't at all. In fact, laying on the bench put so much stress on his bladder that the pain of holding his liquids and moving brought him close to tears. He groaned and curled up into a ball, but the action only further worsened his predicament.

Wes was trembling and sweating with the effort to keep himself contained. His bladder contracted in protest, demanding the release that he'd needed for a couple of hours now. Whimpering, he knew that the only way to keep from wetting himself was to drop his jeans and go in public. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind before, be it because he was to desperate or to daft to think of it.

So, the fox tried to sit back up so that he might waddle over into an alley or something and go. That was the last strain his bladder could take. The hot urine burst out of him so hard it hissed, wetting his paws (which he promptly moved away) and jeans very quickly. He tried to stop, but it was no use. His muscles wouldn't comply. All he could do was sit up and wet himself all over the bench.

He'd never been so embarrassed in his life, and he was more than thankful that there was nobody around to see him now.

The beach ball in his lower abdomen showed no sign of getting smaller, and his pants were already drenched. With a resigned sigh, he pressed both his paws on the massive bulge and spread his legs some, forcing the liquid out so that he could get this over with. Urine dripped off the bench and onto the ground, surely making a puddle, though it was to dark to see it.

It was quite a long time before his bladder returned to its normal size, and even when it did, he still went for a good forty seconds longer. When Wes had finally finished, he jumped up and sprinted all the way back to his apartment, tossing his jeans in the wash and hopping into the shower, praying that Jessie had been to tired to wake up from his nap on the couch to notice him.