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His body was just reacting to the refrigerated air of the vegetable shelf, he was only wearing shorts and a tank top after all, there was nothing to worry about. He made his choice of gourd, putting his selection in the cart and returning the other one, ignoring the fact that he could just barely hear the sound of his own breath. He'd be in and out in 10 minutes, it was no big deal.\n\nThe choice of bread was a tricky one, he was trying to limit his carb intake, but the thought of a nice sourdough was quite appealing. His heart rate was slightly elevated, barely noticeable, Ronny giving his plump rear an extra wiggle as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, like one would do to appease an itch. That's all it was, an itch, nothing more. He put the sourdough in his cart, trying his best not to focus on the slight alteration to his gait as he walked towards the dairy section.\n\nThe wide selection of cheeses was certainly exciting, but not this exciting, nothing a slight sidestep and tug of his shorts couldn't fix. His breath was coming out as thick spires of visible condensation at every exhale from his nose, the shivers becoming more frequent as he spent time in the walk-in refrigerator, standing in contrast to the beads of sweat beginning to trail down the short hairs across his body. He was nearly halfway there now, he'd be out of the store soon, there was no need to panic, no reason to pay any attention to the familiar sensation about a knuckle deep into his backside. \n\nRonny was no stranger to the sensation of a buttplug, there was something deeply satisfying about the way a nice plug grinded against that sensitive spot deep inside of him, that familiar, nagging, full sensation. It would be nice to deal with such sensations later, not when he was currently busy making his selection of dried pasta. So full. He'd feel so full once he'd get to eat a nice meal. Empty. Needed to empty. No, of course not, he was nearly done, he'd be out in his car soon and driving home. The vibration of the car's engine, radiating up through his ass. Was there a toilet here? No, it was FINE, he was FINE, he'd make it, this was no big deal.\n\nHe was breathing audibly, almost panting. Willful ignorance would have to cross into outright delusion to ignore the situation any further. Every step he took was a tangible, physical reminder of the already huge and still expanding lump inside of him, every gentle shift of his hips another uncomfortable and deeply pleasurable shiver through his body, a reminder of the metaphorical water balloon that was filling with every passing second. One that would need emptying soon before it would take the choice out of his hands and empty itself. He just needed some canned beans, he would be out of there in a matter of minutes. Wasn't there a sparsely frequented alley right beside the store? The idea of fully concealing the throbbing mass at the front of his shorts was beyond a lost cause at this point, every contour of every vein in full relief through the fabric, the best he could hope for was keeping his entire front as out of focus as possible. Ronny picked up a can of chickpeas to consider, trying and failing to ignore the sensation of his cheeks heating up as his knot swelled past the size of a tennis ball, nearly reaching the size of a grapefruit as the inevitable grew closer.\n\nHis heart was nearly beating out of his chest, desperate moans and whines nearly escaping past his throat as the encumbered Doberman walked on shaky legs towards the self-checkout. He was gripping the handle of the cart hard enough that he'd worry that he'd break it, if he wasn't currently so distracted by the overwhelming hyper-awareness of the lower half of his body. He had minutes, perhaps seconds. Sweat was dripping from him now, his muzzle hanging open slightly as he panted in desperation, his eyes glazed over and laser-focused on the goal in front of him. His cock was throbbing to the beat of his heart, openly and visibly no doubt, he didn't have the wherewithal to care. Panic was washing over him, the realization was hitting him slowly, he continued to push it down. Every beep of his items at the checkout was one step closer to making it out of here. Adrenaline was coursing through his body as his shaky hands worked as fast as physically permittable. He just had to pay and he'd have made it.\n\n``Please wait for a sales representative to come over and perform a routine check''\n\nRonny felt his heart sink, a dark and heavy pit forming in his gut. He could've just run away. He wouldn't even have needed to take his groceries with him, he could've just left them there, it wouldn't even have mattered if they were still there when he returned. But by the time his brain had even begun to consider his options, it was already too late. It was happening. Any choice he could've had in the matter had been taken from him, in this fraction of a second that felt like it lasted an hour, he was forced to come to terms with the fact that he was powerless to stop what was already in the process of happening. The only choice he had in the matter was whether he wanted to drive home in wet shorts or not. It was freeing, in a sense. \n\nWith a surprising but far from unwelcome sense of calm, like the eye of a storm, Ronny dropped his shorts and got down into a squat in one smooth elegant motion quite uncharacteristic for the bulky canine. He could already feel the tidal wave travelling towards the base of his knot, he just barely had enough time to put a hand down his crotch to point his thick canine member backwards before it all happened. A veritable geyser of clear, viscous fluid erupted from the tip of his cock and splashing against the tiles in the middle of the self-checkout area. Roars of confusion and outrage came from every direction as the puddle of sticky precum rapidly expanded and coated the feet of anyone unfortunate enough to be close enough to it, but all the noise around him fell on deaf ears. The utter bliss and relief that Ronny was feeling was enough to drown out the entire rest of the world. A content smile had spread over his previously tense muzzle, his tail lazily wagging and his exposed hole winking as several liters of freshly brewed precum continued to gush out of his cock like some kind of perverted water hose. It felt good enough that he might even cum. Yes, that's what he deserved right now. He deserved to cum. He was in no rush, this was his entire world right now, just him, his rapidly emptying prostate and his throbbing cock. It would be an indulgent pleasure, like a slice of cake on a weekday, to allow himself to cum right now. The veritable torrent of precum slowed down to a gushing waterfall, to a gentle garden fountain, until it had finally run dry. It took no more than a deliberate tensing of his cock for a healthy spurt of cum to splash into the lake of precum he'd just finished creating, his hole clenching lewdly as several more streaks of virile seed joined the first. The other end of the storm was rapidly approaching, another inevitability he'd have to face, but he still had a few seconds left to enjoy the dwindling remnants of pleasure his body had gifted him.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The fluorescent lights of the supermarket felt extraordinarily bright today, probably his imagination. Ronny had just started his grocery shopping for the weekend, pushing his cart through the produce aisle with the vaguest sense of unease spreading its subtle tendrils throughout his body. It hadn't quite reached the conscious part of his mind yet, a combination of stubbornness, willful ignorance, and just a dash of fear keeping those early warning signals trapped in his subconscious. He still had time, it was fine. The well-built Doberman picked up two gourds and considered each of them against the other, ignoring the subdued shiver running up his spine. His body was just reacting to the refrigerated air of the vegetable shelf, he was only wearing shorts and a tank top after all, there was nothing to worry about. He made his choice of gourd, putting his selection in the cart and returning the other one, ignoring the fact that he could just barely hear the sound of his own breath. He'd be in and out in 10 minutes, it was no big deal.

The choice of bread was a tricky one, he was trying to limit his carb intake, but the thought of a nice sourdough was quite appealing. His heart rate was slightly elevated, barely noticeable, Ronny giving his plump rear an extra wiggle as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, like one would do to appease an itch. That's all it was, an itch, nothing more. He put the sourdough in his cart, trying his best not to focus on the slight alteration to his gait as he walked towards the dairy section.

The wide selection of cheeses was certainly exciting, but not this exciting, nothing a slight sidestep and tug of his shorts couldn't fix. His breath was coming out as thick spires of visible condensation at every exhale from his nose, the shivers becoming more frequent as he spent time in the walk-in refrigerator, standing in contrast to the beads of sweat beginning to trail down the short hairs across his body. He was nearly halfway there now, he'd be out of the store soon, there was no need to panic, no reason to pay any attention to the familiar sensation about a knuckle deep into his backside.

Ronny was no stranger to the sensation of a buttplug, there was something deeply satisfying about the way a nice plug grinded against that sensitive spot deep inside of him, that familiar, nagging, full sensation. It would be nice to deal with such sensations later, not when he was currently busy making his selection of dried pasta. So full. He'd feel so full once he'd get to eat a nice meal. Empty. Needed to empty. No, of course not, he was nearly done, he'd be out in his car soon and driving home. The vibration of the car's engine, radiating up through his ass. Was there a toilet here? No, it was FINE, he was FINE, he'd make it, this was no big deal.

He was breathing audibly, almost panting. Willful ignorance would have to cross into outright delusion to ignore the situation any further. Every step he took was a tangible, physical reminder of the already huge and still expanding lump inside of him, every gentle shift of his hips another uncomfortable and deeply pleasurable shiver through his body, a reminder of the metaphorical water balloon that was filling with every passing second. One that would need emptying soon before it would take the choice out of his hands and empty itself. He just needed some canned beans, he would be out of there in a matter of minutes. Wasn't there a sparsely frequented alley right beside the store? The idea of fully concealing the throbbing mass at the front of his shorts was beyond a lost cause at this point, every contour of every vein in full relief through the fabric, the best he could hope for was keeping his entire front as out of focus as possible. Ronny picked up a can of chickpeas to consider, trying and failing to ignore the sensation of his cheeks heating up as his knot swelled past the size of a tennis ball, nearly reaching the size of a grapefruit as the inevitable grew closer.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest, desperate moans and whines nearly escaping past his throat as the encumbered Doberman walked on shaky legs towards the self-checkout. He was gripping the handle of the cart hard enough that he'd worry that he'd break it, if he wasn't currently so distracted by the overwhelming hyper-awareness of the lower half of his body. He had minutes, perhaps seconds. Sweat was dripping from him now, his muzzle hanging open slightly as he panted in desperation, his eyes glazed over and laser-focused on the goal in front of him. His cock was throbbing to the beat of his heart, openly and visibly no doubt, he didn't have the wherewithal to care. Panic was washing over him, the realization was hitting him slowly, he continued to push it down. Every beep of his items at the checkout was one step closer to making it out of here. Adrenaline was coursing through his body as his shaky hands worked as fast as physically permittable. He just had to pay and he'd have made it.

``Please wait for a sales representative to come over and perform a routine check''

Ronny felt his heart sink, a dark and heavy pit forming in his gut. He could've just run away. He wouldn't even have needed to take his groceries with him, he could've just left them there, it wouldn't even have mattered if they were still there when he returned. But by the time his brain had even begun to consider his options, it was already too late. It was happening. Any choice he could've had in the matter had been taken from him, in this fraction of a second that felt like it lasted an hour, he was forced to come to terms with the fact that he was powerless to stop what was already in the process of happening. The only choice he had in the matter was whether he wanted to drive home in wet shorts or not. It was freeing, in a sense.

With a surprising but far from unwelcome sense of calm, like the eye of a storm, Ronny dropped his shorts and got down into a squat in one smooth elegant motion quite uncharacteristic for the bulky canine. He could already feel the tidal wave travelling towards the base of his knot, he just barely had enough time to put a hand down his crotch to point his thick canine member backwards before it all happened. A veritable geyser of clear, viscous fluid erupted from the tip of his cock and splashing against the tiles in the middle of the self-checkout area. Roars of confusion and outrage came from every direction as the puddle of sticky precum rapidly expanded and coated the feet of anyone unfortunate enough to be close enough to it, but all the noise around him fell on deaf ears. The utter bliss and relief that Ronny was feeling was enough to drown out the entire rest of the world. A content smile had spread over his previously tense muzzle, his tail lazily wagging and his exposed hole winking as several liters of freshly brewed precum continued to gush out of his cock like some kind of perverted water hose. It felt good enough that he might even cum. Yes, that's what he deserved right now. He deserved to cum. He was in no rush, this was his entire world right now, just him, his rapidly emptying prostate and his throbbing cock. It would be an indulgent pleasure, like a slice of cake on a weekday, to allow himself to cum right now. The veritable torrent of precum slowed down to a gushing waterfall, to a gentle garden fountain, until it had finally run dry. It took no more than a deliberate tensing of his cock for a healthy spurt of cum to splash into the lake of precum he'd just finished creating, his hole clenching lewdly as several more streaks of virile seed joined the first. The other end of the storm was rapidly approaching, another inevitability he'd have to face, but he still had a few seconds left to enjoy the dwindling remnants of pleasure his body had gifted him.

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