The myth: There is no such thing as too much.

A voice came over the intercom. "Subject number forty-two, would you please proceed to testing chamber five."

I checked my wrist band again, as I had every other time the disembodied voice had asked for its next test subject. I was about to go back too thumbing through my magazine when I did a double take. I was number forty-two. I shot up out of my seat and tore down the hall. 

Let me explain my excitement. A couple days ago I had received an invitation in the mail. Nothing fancy, just a simple letter asking whether I would like to appear on the show "Is it True?" the show where they tested urban legends and wild claims to see if they could be true or not.  I watched the show religiously.  It was just so great.  And now I would be appearing on the show I loved.

I slowed down to a fast walk as I got closer to the testing room.  I took several deep breaths, and read the instructions that had been given to me when I showed up, right after they made me sign that huge pile of waivers. I did notice that only the people who got assigned this test chamber had that big of a stack. The rest just got a few sheets. In any other situation this would have probably set off my paranoia, but instead it made me more excited. I figured it meant that I was gonna get to do something really exciting. And having watched the show devotedly since its first season, I figured it probably had something to do with explosives. That thought made me shiver in excitement. I love explosions. And they did everything possible to make sure everything was safe. Many times on the show they had just aborted an experiment for the slightest problem.


I looked down at the instructions and was a little surprised. They read: remove all loose apparel, clothing, jewelry, head coverings, wallet, watch, keys, cellphone, and all other personal effects and place these items in the designated bin next to the entrance for testing lab 5. They will be stored in a secure location and returned to you once the testing has concluded. Once you have completed this task, enter the lab.

I look down at myself, and giggle a little. It had only been a year or so since the mandatory clothing laws had been repealed, and furs like myself who chose to not wear anything were still in the minority. Well, I guess I wasn't wearing nothing, I did have my pouch which I used to carry my personal items now that I no longer had pockets. I wore it on my hip, hanging from a strap that went over my shoulder and across my chest.  I pulled off my pouch and my glasses and put them in the bin waiting by the door, and walked in. 

Everything went black.

A commercial for Beefies brand snacks played.

The scene comes back to an odd view in a room with stone walls in a very bland shade of gray. Apart from the door, which is recognizable as the one I entered through, the only feature was the bed I was on. It was a standard queen sized bed. But that wasn't what was bizarre about this tableau. The strangeness was caused by the ropes around my wrists and ankles tying me to the frame of the bed, the ball gag in my mouth, and the odd dildo machine positioned between my legs. It had an armature attached to a wheel on one end and a dildo on the other, and was set up so that as the wheel turned the rather large pink dildo would be thrust forward. That was nothing new to me. I'd see those in plenty of pornos. What worried me was the tube stretching from the dildo into a vast of a substance that looked suspiciously like semen.

Just then, the host of the show, A tall, handsome, milk chocolate colored bunny named James, walked around the bed and into my field of view. Following him was a camera crew. As my senses continued to return I heard the bunny talking to the camera. 

"Today we are testing weather it is possible to die from an overload of positive sensory input. Or in layman’s terms, whether it is possible to have to much of a good thing. Now, I'm positive that there are very few people in the world who would deny that sex is a good thing, so with the help of eighteen year old kyle here, we're going to test just that. For those of you watching at home wondering why we have restrained this blond cutie in such a manner, it is simply to eliminate the possibility of an involuntary muscle spasm causing something to go wrong during the test. Likewise, the gag is to prevent our young pup from accidentally biting through his own tongue. Now, Kyle, are you ready for the test to begin?"

All I could do was grunt in reply. I tried to make it sound like a no, but it didn't come close.

"Excellent. Then without further delay, let us begin the test."

He pulled some sort of remote out of the pocket of his lab coat and pointed it at the machine. A squirt of white fluid shot out and splattered on my tail hole. James put the remote back in his pocket and walked over to kneel beside me. He started working the warm fluid around my exposed tail hole (my tail being trapped under my back). I was positive now that this was cum. It was warm and slippery. All of a sudden James pushed his finger into my ass and started spreading the cum around inside me too. Despite my situation, I cold feel myself getting hard. 

James continued talking to the camera "Right now I am lubricating the subjects ass in order to facilitate ease of entrance by the testing device. To make the test more realistic the device has been modified so that at random intervals it will release a set amount of fluid. The fluid has been specially made to have the same consistency as semen. Well, now that the subject's ass is properly lubricated we can begin the test." At this he pulled the remote back out of his pocket and twisted a dial on it. 

I could feel the large pink replica penis press against my tail hole. For a bit it felt like it was just resting there, but after a while I could feel the pressure against my butt increase. All of a sudden there was a soft *pop* and The pressure disappeared and was replaced by an incredible sense of fullness. It was wonderful

After sitting there for a bit, it started pumping in and out. The sensation was wonderful. right away I started rocking myself back and forth on it, and my boner was proof enough of how much I was enjoying it.

I had never had anything this big inside me before. It felt like it was going to push all the way into my stomach. And I just kept purrin and purrin like a diesel engine. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better I feel a bunch of warm goop shoot right into my ass. I was in heaven. It warmed me from the inside and it felt wonderful. 

I closed my eyes and just focused on the wondrous sensations in my ass. The rapid thrust of the toy inside me, penetrating me at speeds that would have exhausted most furs in a matter of moments. The warmth filling my insides. And the knowledge that anyone who wanted was watching me get off on this. I was so hard that it hurt, and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I'm not sure how long I was like that, time being the last thing on my mind right now. It could have been a couple of minutes, or it could have been hours. It felt like an instant and forever all at the same time. 

All of a sudden another large spurt of cum, I had no doubts that that was what it was, filled my ass. I could feel it filling me up, pushing its way through my insides. But this time the cum didn't stop. It just kept on flowing up into me. It was ecstasy. I had never had this much cum inside me before.

Then I began to notice something. My stomach felt really full, like after a thanksgiving dinner. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw. I looked like I was in the third trimester of pregnancy. I could literally see my belly getting larger. And then a wave of pain washed over me. It felt like the skin on my stomach was going to split. And it probably was, considering my situation. 

I started to panic, thrashing around on the table. I could feel my restraints biting into my wrists and ankles, drawing blood. And I began to wonder what was going on. I was clearly in distress, so why didn't they stop the test? My eyes searched wildly around the room for some reason to explain what was going on. 

Then I saw what had happened. The remote lay broken on the floor, where it had been dropped or put down and then stepped on. James was lying unconscious on the floor behind the machine which continued to rape my ass, bleeding from a cut on his temple. The arm attaching the drive wheel to the dildo had a splash of blood on the end of it. The camera man was slumped over against the wall, and I assumed he had fainted.

And the goop continued to fill me, stretching my stomach beyond what I would have believed possible. I could feel the stuff pushing its way into my throat, finding its way into my lungs and filling my mouth. My skin felt like every cell was trying to rip itself free from its neighbors. My lungs felt like someone had filled my chest with napalm. As I lay there I could only wonder whether I would drown, or if the great pressure in my stomach would cause me to rupture.

After that my thoughts began to become disjointed. My oxygen deprived brain wouldn't even let me think coherently anymore. All I could do was feel. Feel the burning sensation and the great pressure in my chest. And as my vision started to go black, I saw the skin of my stomach rupture in slow motion, splitting apart like a water sausage, spraying a mixture of my innards, blood, and cum all over the dreary gray walls, the camera guy, James, and the machine which had killed me. And the last thought I had before my vision became engulfed by the blackest black ever and I felt the icy grip of death on my heart once again, My last thought was "I guess you can have to much of a good thing."