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What's being demonstrated? The perils of saline injections.\n\nA Fundraising Commission for FoxyFluff, who wanted a continuation of [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/6203254/]Sex Ed: Don't Be A Dummy![/url]\n\nThere is another, third day commission also in the works, so watch for that too.\n\nIf you would like to help my sister out with her medical bills, I'm taking commissions for money, all of which goes to her. The info [url=https://inkbunny.net/journalview.php?id=14088]Can Be Found Here![/url]\n\nThis was originally paid for as a $5 commission, but is much much longer than what I intended to write, which seems to be a problem for me, this should have been a ten dollar story. That said, I have no problem doing more than I'm paid for, since this is all for charity, but I don't want people to expect this caliber of stories for the five dollar one. This is more of a ten dollar one, people. :)\n\nAlso, the school in question is of course a college and while not stated in the story specifically, all characters are 19-24 or so. This could presumably take place in the same school as [url=https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=127819]Stream-Lining[/url], though there is no official tie ins between the two.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Sex Ed at this particular school continues, and it is Salia, a cute, shy little fox-raccoon hybrid, who is picked for today's 'demonstration'. What's being demonstrated? The perils of saline injections.

A Fundraising Commission for FoxyFluff, who wanted a continuation of Sex Ed: Don't Be A Dummy!

There is another, third day commission also in the works, so watch for that too.

If you would like to help my sister out with her medical bills, I'm taking commissions for money, all of which goes to her. The info Can Be Found Here!

This was originally paid for as a $5 commission, but is much much longer than what I intended to write, which seems to be a problem for me, this should have been a ten dollar story. That said, I have no problem doing more than I'm paid for, since this is all for charity, but I don't want people to expect this caliber of stories for the five dollar one. This is more of a ten dollar one, people. :)

Also, the school in question is of course a college and while not stated in the story specifically, all characters are 19-24 or so. This could presumably take place in the same school as Stream-Lining, though there is no official tie ins between the two.", "writing": "Salia’s Saline\n\n-A substitute teacher for a sex ed class demonstrates how not to do Saline injectiosn\n\n-Commissioned, and written for, Foxgold - https://inkbunny.net/FoxxyFluff \n\n- Written by Charn ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Charn )\n\n- All rights Reserved, Copyright 2011\n\n\tThe classroom was in a tizzy over the news. \n\nDarren the big horse quarterback had been ‘sacked’, apparently, and had gone to the hospital in a flurry of ambulances and excitement. Nobody knew what had happened to him, exactly, only that the newspaper spoke of ‘irreparable’ damage to the handsome jock. The mystery had been further compounded by his bloodied underwear, found hanging from the flag pole, and the word “SEXLESS FREAK” spray painted on his locker. Nobody knew where they had come from, or why, but it seemed that the former athlete was already trying to transfer to another school, presumably to avoid the embarrassment.\n\n\tEveryone in Remedial Sex Ed, 102 knew exactly what had happened though, had even helped it happen, and had gotten an A+ for the day for their volunteer work. They had a whole course of such days like yesterday, apparently, and they were excited, hard and leaking, waiting for their teacher to come in and show them what would be on the agenda today.\n\n\tApparently the teacher’s agenda had less priority than the police’s priority, though. The teacher had been called in for questioning, leaving the school scrambling to find a substitute teacher. Fortunately, they had found one, new to the area, first day at the school. The striped feline looked rather severe, addressing the classroom of punks and misfits as he settled his briefcase on the wood and metal desk. He frowned, eyes narrowed as he analyzed the group, who tittered and giggled and squirmed at their desks. Rarely would a substitute teacher find such an attentive, Eager class waiting for him!\n\n\tThis teacher did not seem amused at the excitement, however. He turned his back to the class, picking up a piece of dusty chalk and sliding it effortlessly across the dungry green chalkboard. Scrp, scrp, scrp, the letters flowed out smooth and easy, little tapping sounds accenting the different words.\n\n\t“Tuesday, March 29th. Teacher: Mr. Charn. Subject: The Perils of Too Much.”\n\n\t“Too much?” murmured a skunk towards the back of the classroom, brushing his thick, soft tail. “I don’t understand, too much what...”\n\n\t“Too much of Anything, is a bad thing,” replied the teacher, his voice strong and stern. He turned back around, facing the class and getting a ball of paper to the face. The horse who had thrown it snickered, ducking down slightly, as the striped professor brushed imaginary dust from his shoulder. \n\n\tHe looked at the corner of the classroom that the ball of paper came from, his eyes sliding from the horse, to a fox on the other side, before settling on the meek little hybrid that sat between them. \n\n\t“For example,” he replied, “Too much cocaine can lead to an overdose. Too much sunshine can lead to cancer or heat exhaustion. Too much oxygen, even, can lead to brain death. And too much Crotch can ruin a man.”\n\n\tThe class burst out laughing, for this was the silliest thing any of them had ever heard. “How can too much cock ruin a guy? I imagine it would ruin a MARE”, exclaimed the horse, resting his chin in his palm.\n\n\t“Yeah,” said the skunk, “More crotch means more pleasure.” He was filing his nails, now, shaking his head at the teacher’s stupidity.\n\n\t“Every year, though,” said the teacher, “hundreds of thousands of males suffer accidents, trying to give themselves More than what they were gifted with at birth. I’ve seen it happen. Take that little feller over there. You, the one with the Thundercats shirt.”\n\n\tThe hybrid slumped down in his chair, dread filling his chest like black wine, his large, soft white ears pulling back to lay against his skull. The horse sitting in front of him made a funny face, pointing at himself in the chest. “Ha ha, me? Heck naw, why in the world would I want more? I got MOoooore than enough,” he added, giving a goofy leer to the pretty vixen the next row over. The vixen smiled, studying the stallion, but said nothing. The horse glanced back to the teacher, who looked past him, behind him. Peeking back behind him, he laughed, “Oh, HIM, yeah I bet he could use a lot more. Hybrids are always tiny in the sac. That’s natural selection for ya!”\n\n\tSalia scrunched as the other students around him giggled, and he could feel them looking at him, sizing him up. Why did the teacher have to pick on Him?? \n\n\t“Um, y-yes, mis-mister Charn?” he asked, timidly, looking down at his desk with his cheeks burning brightly under his soft pelt. \n\n\t“Why don’t you come up here for a moment? I imagine a visual aid would help with today’s demonstration.”\n\n\tSalia sighed, crossing his legs, then crossing them the other way around. “Do I have to?”\n\n\t“Well, assuming you are interested in passing the class, yes. You have to.” A hard edge entered the tone of the teacher’s voice, and Salia found himself on his feet almost instinctively, walking robotic-ally up to the front of the class room. \n\n\tHe turned around, facing the twenty or so other students, keeping his hands folded protectively over the crotch of his slacks.\n\n\t“I can tell, just by looking at you, that you are not of pure genetic lineage.” Disapproval in his tone, now, maybe even contempt. Salia closed his eyes, trying to calm down. \n\n\t“No, sir, I’m a, a, mix? A hybrid.”\n\n\t“A hybrid. Part raccoon, part house cat, it looks like?”\n\n\t“Well, actually, no, part raccoon, part-”\n\n\t“That’s what I thought. And is what our oversexed equine friend says true? Are ‘mixes’ small in the package department?”\n\n\t“Well, No, I mean, we’re not horses, but-” The teacher was being rude!\n\n\t“-But nothing, you either measure up or you don’t. Disrobe, please.”\n\n\tThe hybrid’s ears blushed hotter, the white fur almost seeming to turn pink with the bright red on his skin underneath.\t“... here?”\n\n\t“If you’d prefer to undress in the hallway, you can.”\n\n\tThe shy hybrid nodded quickly, and bolted for the door before the teacher changed his mind again. Always take a good deal while you can!\n\n\tAs the door closed behind him, he heard the tiger asking for the horse to join him at the front of the classroom, but he didn’t want to spend a second more than he had to changing out of his clothes.\n\nHe looked both ways, but the hallway was empty. Quickly he kicked off his black sneakers, one of them rolling over the smooth, polished hall-floor. He grunted, considering going for it, but he didn’t want ANYONE to see him out here. His socks were next, hurriedly tugging and ripping the stretchy tubes from his wiggling toes. The floor was cool under his toe-pads, the feeling of being barefoot in such a clinical, professional place making the hair along the back of his neck, down his spine, ruffled up.\n\n\tHe glanced back and forth again, and seeing the coast was still clear, he grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling the hem up over his head. He watched the inverted logo of the Thundercats logo slide before his eyes, as if silently warning him, but he had no choice. He had to pass this class, and if that meant being naked in front of his peers, he would just have to, have to, have to...\n\n\tHe couldn’t breath. Oh god, his condition had kicked in! He hurriedly kicked at his shirt, pushing it the rest of the way down off his arms, and then felt around his black slacks. The Epipen wasn’t there. It must be in his backpack! His chest seized, his lungs refusing to draw in air, the fox-raccoon’s eyes starting to water. He needed oxygen! But he couldn't go back into the classroom, not with his clothes on, not when he had had the chance to strip completely in privacy out here in the hallway. He thumbed his waistband, wedged and wiggled, pushing it down his thighs until it puddled around his feet, and turned to burst back into the classroom. He would just run to his desk and inject himself before anyone would think anything of it, and then he could-\n\n\tThe door in front of him FLEW open, and the horse ran out, sobbing, hands clutching at his groin. Running, clopping down the hall, and apparently trailing blood. The trail went back, into the classroom, and to the teacher’s desk, where the tiger stood, grinning at him. His mouth was red.\n\n\t“There you are, took you long enough. I trust you didn’t lose anything in your attempt at disrobing peacefully?”\n\n\tThe foon opened his mouth, but realized, he still couldn’t breath. He smiled, meekly, to the teacher, then ran into the room! His paws held together at his groin, protectively, he scrambled to get to his chair, trying not to look at the other students, who he knew were looking at him!\n\n\t\n\nHis backpack was (fortunately) right where he had left it, and he slid himself into the seat, hands shaking, blood thumping and pounding in his head as he fumbled for the epipen. It was there, waiting, secure and solid in his fingers, and a moment later, he had it slammed into his chest, pressing the plunger and filling his bloodstream with much needed medication. \n\nHe was lightheaded, and overwhelmingly woozy, when his lungs finally relaxed enough for him to gasp in a long slow gasp of breath. And then another, and another, and another. \n\nEveryone was staring at him. Especially the teacher.\n\n\t\n\n“Well, that was interesting,” he drawled. “However, the point of you coming to the front was not Just to get naked. You’re going to be part of a demonstration. Come along, little... what did you say your name was?”\n\n\t“It’s Salia,” he said. He stood up, again, feeling his strength returning, the panic easing from his mind, his body. Carefully, he walked up to the teacher, head bowed shyly. \n\n\t“That’s a very pretty blue heart on your chest, did you dye that in?”\n\n\t“No, no, that’s natural, that’s who I am!” he said, perking up at the praise.\n\n\t“Why don’t you show the rest of the class your pretty blue heart, then, Salia?”\n\n\tSalia turned around, puffing out his chest, showing off the natural birthmark on his chest. It was sky blue, just like the raccoon mask on his snout, and just like the blue rings on his fluffy tail. It was, in fact, shaped just like a heart, positioned over his right chest, and about three seconds after showing it to his classmates, he realized none of them were looking at it, at ALL.\n\n\tThey were aaaaaaaall, each and every one of them, staring at his crotch. Salia realized, three seconds too late, just exactly why. When his lungs had seized up, as they sometimes did, he had popped a boner. He knew it happened sometimes, especially when he was being physical when they seized up, but he had completely not even remembered it as a possibility. It was probably the least arousing situation he had ever been in, after all. All of his classmates, staring at his baby blue erection, the slender, finger length thing peeking out and waving proudly at his classmates.\n\n\t“Now, class” interrupted the teacher, grabbing the fox-coon’s shoulder before he could scramble away. “As I demonstrated a little bit ago, having too much junk in the front can get you in trouble, especially with,” and he made a show of smacking his chops at the thought, “predators like me. But having too little can be just as dangerous. Salia, you are a virgin, aren’t you?”\n\n\tSalia recoiled in shock. “That’s personal!” he cried.\n\n\t“Exactly. And do you think anyone would possibly be interested in your cute, tiny little equipment? As more than for playing house with you as the baby, I mean?”\n\n\tSalia couldn’t even respond, just staring at the teacher with open mouthed surprise.\n\n\t“Don’t worry, your fears are absolutely correct. Which is why fellers like you need to try to do SOMETHING to give themselves an edge.” He reached behind him, and with two crisp clicks, opened up his briefcase. Reaching inside, he pulled out what looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. A smooth glass barrel, trimmed with chrome, with a triggered handle and a wickedly pointy looking tip at the end. Currently it was empty. “Do you know what this is?”\n\n\t“It’s a saline injector,” the hybrid responded, automatically, hoping to claim some small favor with the cruel teacher.\n\n\t“Precisely. Did anyone else in the classroom know what that was?” There was a snicker from the skunk in the back, the vixen smiling and resting her chin in her palm. “No, of course not. They wouldn’t know, because they haven’t used one before. I imagine you have, though. Tell me, how much did you have to pump and stuff your little tiny peepee with saline to make it even those meager, what, four inches?”\n\n\t“It’s not four inches! It’s, it’s almost FIVE inches!” the poor tortured student cried, and with sudden horror realized he was wet on his belly.\n\n\t“Oh, my. And no bladder control, either. Do you always pee when you get excited?”\n\n\t“It’s a... it’s a condition! It’s not intentional!”\n\n\t“Well, that’s a relief. So you uncontrollably urinate yourself when you get aroused. Hear that ladies? And I bet you can’t believe he’s still single! However, this class is not about urination or how to prevent it, this is about the risks and dangers of trying to increase the size of your junk. There are some very recommended ways to do so, and some absolutely unrecommended ways. For example, in some parts of the world, doctors advertising the ability to increase your size, have been found to be injecting male’s testicles and penis with... anyone? Anyone? Untreated excrement. And it works, too, for about forty eight hours, before your cock rots off from the inside out. In some parts of the world, they like to take large rocks and.. anyone? Anyone? Hang them from their scrotums. \n\n\tThe tiger pushed his glasses up onto his nose. \n\n\t“Saline is probably the cheapest, easiest, and safest way to try to enlarge your equipment, but even if has some risks.” He patted the desk. “Hop up on here, Salia.”\n\n\tSalia did so, reaching over to get some paper towels, brushing at the spots of fluid on his belly and thighs from his unintentional wetting.\n\n\t“Don’t worry about that, we’ll get you a nice, fresh diaper when we’re done today, you can waddle around in that as much as you want, without fear of accidentally peeing on someone,” the teacher teased. He reached back into his briefcase, and pulled out a couple rubbery tube like things, Four of them, to be precise, three of them similarly just simple elasticy surgical tubes, with needles at the end, and one which was three nozzles connected to a main nozzle. As the class watched, and as Salia cleaned himself up, the tiger assembled these various tubes together. Three nozzles fed into three tubes, and the splicer, if you could call it that, was fed down onto the nozzle of the gun.\n\n\t“Now we’re all ready. Now, the first thing you want to avoid doing when you’re using these things is snagging an artery. You don’t want to be pushing saline into your arteries, because it will just go right back into your body. Waste of saline. You also want to make sure you are using Saline, and not Sucrose. One is salt water, basically, and the other is hummingbird juice. Unless you like the idea of hummingbirds using your dick as a feedstand, in which case, the world is your oyster.”\n\n\tHe smoothly pressed one of the needles into Salia’s left testicle, burying the smooth slender steel shaft entirely into the hybrid’s little walnut. Salia screeched.\n\n“Oh, come come, it can’t hurt that much, after all, you’re probably used to it by now,” the tiger teased. He deftly speared the other nut with a second needle, and Salia’s fists slammed against the desk on either side of him, eyes closing, head shaking in pain.\n\n“Ow, Ow, Ow, Owwwwww, Ow!!!”\n\n“Aww, come on, ya shrimp, stop yer bitchin’,” snickered the skunk in the back row. “I can’t fap to this!”\n\nSalia sniffled, trying to put on a brave face, which was hard when your nuts felt like shishkabobs. The third needle, the tiger hesitated with, at first looking as though he would put it into the tip of his shaft, but finally pushing it into the root, behind the sleek bulged where his knot would be.\n\n“Location is important, too. For cats, you want to get it near the base, for most others you’ll want it near the tip. Canines, especially, you want to avoid jamming it into the knot area, because you could get one of the knots instead of the dick itself. Unless you want a dick with one huge knot bulb, or something like that.”\n\nSalia wiped at the tears from his eyes, and grabbed at the teacher’s sleeve, tugging at it insistently. “Wait, but, you don’t understand, I’ve never done this before, and, I’m not a cat, I’m a-”\n\n“Little dicked hybrid? You don’t have to tell me that, I already know. Now, class, normally you would not want to inflate the testicles themselves, just the scrotum. But if we did it the right way, this would hardly be an effective demonstration, would it? No.” \n\n“But, Mr. Charn, I’m-”\n\n“and On the same note, you would normally want to use a set, safe amount of saline. A hundred CC is not too uncommon with professional pumpers.” The teacher held up a can of spray on deodorant, for a reference to the volume that would take. “So we’ll start with that.”\n\nHe pulled a long tube from the his briefcase, the other end still hidden inside, and hooked it into the back of the triggered hand held pumper. The chamber inside chugged, a spray of fluid spurting against the walls, before a steady flow began to churn and spill and fill that Pyrex tube.\n\n“Normally you would want to push a few CCs through the apparatus before you inject it into the body, in order to prevent air bubbles from being lodged in the system, as they can be fatal. This is only a ninety minute class, though, and I’m sure most of you are ready for lunch, so,” he pulled the trigger.\n\nSalia felt coldness, spearing down through the metal needles and directly into the center of his testicles. It spilled into them, radiating out in dozens of directions, pushing through the delicate, virginal tissue of his foon balls. Similarly, he felt a cold spike slide up through the center of his cock. It felt almost at first like he was pissing ice water, but nothing peeked out of the tip. It sank through the core of his erection, and as he watched, the slender, grooved fox shaft began to fatten out around the creases. \n\n“Nnnng,” he cried, crushing his eyes together. He could feel the coldness in his nuts getting stronger, seeping and pushing it’s way through the tender tissues, like a spiderweb of ice compared to his tender foon nuts. “I don’t think I want to do this,”\n\n“Oh, you don’t want to have a normal sized dick? I mean, that’s the most you can hope for,” the tiger added, as he reached into his briefcase and flipped a switch. There was a soft whirring sound, and the pressure speared deeper into his groin-flesh.\n\n“As you can see, there has already been an effect. If you would like, why don’t you all gather round our little friend here to see how his gonads are affected by the saline. The solution, which is distilled water corrupted with nine percent sterile salt, is of the same pH as the his bloodstream. So while the temperature may be uncomfortable, at first, it is completely non invasive, as far as chemical burns and the like. In a day or so, his body would naturally cycle the excess fluid out, into his urine. A fun trick, if one of your friends likes injecting like this, is to replace their salt water with lemon juice. It stings like a fucker, and best of all, it marinades the flesh, which would be rendered hopelessly sterile by the coagulation.”\n\n\tThe other students had indeed come up to the teacher’s desk while he discussed, some of them dropping their pants and freely handling their own equipment. With growing despair, Salia confirmed what he had feared to be true; everyone else in the room had bigger, more impressive penii then his own. He glanced back up to the teacher, hoping against hope that he would get some twinge of sympathy, but the teacher didn’t even seem to know he was there.\n\n\tHe looked back to his own groin, gasping. His foonberries had indeed swollen, the sharp pain of the ice-like water inside him having dulled as they had acclimated to it, his fuzzy scrotum tighter around the now egg sized testicles. They looked almost, well, they -were- normal sized, as big as some of the other students in the class! His shaft, too, had swollen, the whole of it growing in proportion, certain parts of it bulging more than other. His knot, especially, was thickly bulging with the excess fluid, and the foon stared at it in surprise.\n\n\tEven though it was knotted, Salia was hardly in an aroused state, and it was interesting to see his equipment so ‘pumped up’ without the underlying intention of sex beneath it. Even as he watched, the tip suddenly bulged outwards, sort of like how the end of a balloon will swell. He grunted, the sensation of the fluid bulging there at the end of his cock an intensely intimate sensation. Nerves were being pushed against, but from the wrong side.\n\n\t“Okay, okay that’s good enough,” he said, reaching down to pull the needle from his junk. “I’m happy with that.”\n\n\t“Vorlan, could you and your badger friend restrain Salia’s paws? We don’t need him interfering with the demonstration.”\n\n\tThey did so, the fox-raccoon squirming as the two bigger males gripped and pinned him. “No! No, help me, someone! It’s, Nnnnng, it’s starting to hurt!”\n\n\t“Can’t let a bit of pain stop me, that’s what I always say,” the tiger said in response, then burped theatrically. \n\nThe class laughed. \n\n“But he’s right, that would have been a good place to stop. After this point, we’re probably going to do permanent damage to his equipment, as you can-” THRRK!\n\n\t“Ah, yes, perfect, as you can see, one of the bulbs in his knot has ruptured, and now that side of his dick is swelling much more rapidly as the burst tissue allows the fluids to fill the spongey tissue of his dick as well. I’m sure the other will burst in just a few seconds. Notice how his scrotum looks tight? This is actually another danger of over pumping. The testicles are more than capable of handling even pressure all over their surface area, similar to an egg. Try it if you don’t believe me. Go home and try and crush an egg in your bare hand. You can’t do it. Now, if you try to crush it between two fingers, the pressure is uneven, and that can break that solid, protective shield. The scrotum, right now, is doing the same thing. “\n\n\tSalia whimpered, trying again to clutch at his eggs, which had swollen out, filling his entire scrotum, like two fat plums. They looked grossly oversized for his small, vulnerable body. \n\n\t“See how they’re being slowly crushed together? The scrotum is stretched to it’s max, so the only space left for them to swell is between them. So gradually they are turning from perfectly ellipsoid into half flat, half rounded, and-”\n\n\tSPLTTttttttthhhhhhh!\n\n\t“Oh, wow, look at that, there goes his other bulb. Now your dick looks more like a man’s, not quite as much like some toy dog’s.”\n\n\tThere was a startled protest from a shaggy haired collie, but like everything else, the teacher ignored it. “His cock is doing the same thing, but dick flesh is MUCH tougher then nut flesh. Trust me on that one,” and the class chuckled again alongside him. “His balls are probably going to rupture. I’d guess the left one first, and then the right soon after. After the left one ruptures, the right will suddenly have a lot less pressure keeping it contained, so it will expand faster than it can stretch. Think of it as, hmmm... like one of those deep sea slugs that turns itself inside out when it’s dragged all the way up to the boat. You looking forward to your nuts turning inside out, Salia?”\n\n\t“NO! HELP ME! ANYONE! GET THE PRINCIPAL!”\n\n\t“Oh, look at that, his dick is completely smooth now, like a big, blue cucumber. I’d love to just clip that off and slice it up for my salad for lunch today, but, education is a priority. If any of you have safety goggles, I’d put them on, now, it won’t be long now.”\n\n\tAnd it wasn’t. Salia tried to prepare himself, as the pain and aching in his nuts felt like they had been kicked, over and over again, inflamed and swollen. The teacher was wrong about what would happen though. He had predicted the left nut would rupture before the right, causing a chain reaction. What actually happened, though, as the whole class leaned in, staring with morbid fascination, was much messier.\n\n\tHis scrotum exploded.\n\n\tIt was too fast to determine what had actually happened at first, though the skunk had caught it all on his cell phone’s video, and there was a general consensus on facebook, where it had been posted, that the sac had NOT just exploded, like confetti, but rather had ripped right down the middle. Like a flower opening up, if you wanted to be romantic, but much more like a balloon popping.\n\n\tHis two testicles Flopped out, their cords as stiff and swollen as the rest of them, bright blue peach sized eggs, and before anyone could even turn away, or close their mouths from the shock, they BOTH ruptured. THAT was messy. With two wet scrunching sounds, they POOMED open, chunks of water and nut guts splattering across the students faces. It was like a Smurf with a rack of dynamite strapped to his chest had committed Jihad. \n\n\tSalia stared, with his nuts dripping off his muzzle, at his dick. Without it’s little counterparts, it looked even bigger, having extended in length by almost three inches, and having swollen so thickly in width that there was no way to tell where the knot had even been. \n\n\tIt begin to rupture, too, throbbing, with a cyan tinted white stream of pure Salia pudding shooting powerfully from the tip, thick long geysery ribbons shooting and splattering up into the air.\n\n\t“AAAAAAAAGGH” he screamed, his head back, not wanting to watch. So he didn’t see it when that exploded, he only felt it.\n\n\tIn the middle of his forced orgasm, he felt a tearing sensation, deep inside him. It was like a clicking sound, like a pencil snapping in half. Then he felt incredible pressure balloon out through his dick, all at once, the students Ooooohing. The sensation of being tightly incredibly filled with the saline reached a point that he could not fully comprehend, and then he felt the hot, wet, ripping sensation as his cock ripped down the underside. The skin pulled and flapped away from each other, and he felt the loose ends of it slap together on the opposite side, stickily clinging to themselves. His naked penis itself, skinless, was exposed, and then it too ruptured. A small ‘seam’ split along that same crack, and suddenly he felt heat and pressure leaving his cock. The class shouted in horror.\n\n\tHe felt better, after it was all done, feeling all that pressure gone, his orgasm having been more intense than he had ever felt. He reached up, wiping at his brow, since the tiger and badger had left his arms free afterwards, and looked down at his cock.\n\n\tErrr.\n\n\tIt certainly wasn’t a cock anymore. About halfway down, where it had ripped, the pressure had forced itself out, through the only exit available. It had taken the inside of his cock with it. Basically the internal tissue and flesh had exploded out through that hole, wetly spraying out across his thighs, long red ‘strands’ of spongy spaghetti like stuff. In the middle of it, a toothpick like bone stuck out like a warrior’s sword on a vanquished dragon. He picked it up, casually, feeling no pain, just curious what it was. \n\n\t“That there is the baculum.” the bell rang, but the teacher held up his hand, his eyes locking on the collie. “Tomorrow we’ll take an in depth look at the baculum and what Not to do when playing with someone with a knot. Class dismissed!”\n\nThe rest of the class shuffled out, most of them with embarrassing wet spots in the front of their class, and Salia slid down from the table.\n\n\tOh No.\n\nHe had left his clothes out in the hallway! He peeked out at the mobbing throng of assorted students and staff members shuffling through the hallway. He swore he saw a black shoe get kicked past the door. He couldn’t go out there, not naked! Not with an exploded crotch! He looked at the teacher, whimpering pitifully.\n\nMr. Charn looked back, then rolled his eyes. “Oh, fine. Come here. You were a good sport today, I guess I can help you out a bit.” he reached back into his briefcase, pulling out a small gray kit and a white folded linen.\n\nSalia sat down in the teacher’s chair, spreading his legs and blushing as the large feline knelt down between his thighs. He felt the thick, warm, furry fingers brush against his belly, his inner thighs, the small pinches of the scissors not bothering him so much. His heart was fluttering, shyly, as the tiger clipped and cleaned the dangling flesh that used to be his genitals away , dropping the pieces and chunks into the waste basket.\n\n“To be honest, a cutie like you shouldn’t even care about what his junk looks like anyways. You’d really not make a very good top, and you’re built for bottoming,” the tiger confided.\n\n“But, I mean, how, what makes you think I would enjoy... bottoming?”\n\nThe tiger dabbed and rubbed a cotton swab with a brown fluid on it against the smooth, empty groin of the student. There was no sheath left, no scrotum, nothing but the brown stained flesh, a furless patch of skin where his junk had used to be. He plugged a smallish hole with a smooth catheter, and sprayed the whole area with an aerosol. It fizzled, tickling, and as he watched, it congealed into a smooth, clean, featureless groin. He was sexless.\n\n“Well, I saw the way the horse was treating you. Nine times out of ten, that means he took you behind a bookcase at the library, bent you over the non-fiction section, and ripped you a new asshole with that tasty dick he had. It’s little things, like the way he kept teasing you about stuff. Somehow, though, I don’t think he would have done that unless he hadn’t been told by others what a nice little bottom bitch you are.”\n\nSalia said nothing, just covering his eyes, ears folded back in abject embarrassment.\n\n“So think of it this way, now there is nothing to stop a supposedly straight dude from plowing you, right? Because there’s nothing there to make him think you’re actually a boy.”\n\nThe tiger took the linen from the desk, and unfolded it. Salia peeked out from between his fingers as he heard the soft, crisp, plasticky sound of the diaper being opened up, and softly being pushed up against his smooth emasculated groin. He wiggled his hips a bit, to help the diaper fold the tabs in place, the super puffy, XL sized diaper fitting him perfectly.\n\n“How...did you know that I Was going to.. to.. I mean... that it was for me...?”\n\n“Oh, best not to ask questions like that, little one.” He taped the last tab in place, and helped to pull the foon up to it’s feet. \n\n“There you go, now, you better scram, the bell is about to ring again. Don’t want to be late for your next class, after all.” The tiger chuckled, patting the slender Salia on his diaper padded butt, and the foon delicately wobbled over to his desk to get his belongings. What a site he made, dressed in nothing but a white diaper with baby blue trim, and with blue pictures of bananas, cherries, and strawberries all over the back and front of it. He hurried out to the door, then paused and peeked over his shoulder.\n\n\t“Thank you, Mister Charn!”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Salia’s Saline

-A substitute teacher for a sex ed class demonstrates how not to do Saline injectiosn

-Commissioned, and written for, Foxgold - https://inkbunny.net/FoxxyFluff

- Written by Charn (  http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Charn )

- All rights Reserved, Copyright 2011

\tThe classroom was in a tizzy over the news.

Darren the big horse quarterback had been ‘sacked’, apparently, and had gone to the hospital in a flurry of ambulances and excitement. Nobody knew what had happened to him, exactly, only that the newspaper spoke of ‘irreparable’ damage to the handsome jock. The mystery had been further compounded by his bloodied underwear, found hanging from the flag pole, and the word “SEXLESS FREAK” spray painted on his locker. Nobody knew where they had come from, or why, but it seemed that the former athlete was already trying to transfer to another school, presumably to avoid the embarrassment.

\tEveryone in Remedial Sex Ed, 102 knew exactly what had happened though, had even helped it happen, and had gotten an A+ for the day for their volunteer work. They had a whole course of such days like yesterday, apparently, and they were excited, hard and leaking, waiting for their teacher to come in and show them what would be on the agenda today.

\tApparently the teacher’s agenda had less priority than the police’s priority, though. The teacher had been called in for questioning, leaving the school scrambling to find a substitute teacher. Fortunately, they had found one, new to the area, first day at the school. The striped feline looked rather severe, addressing the classroom of punks and misfits as he settled his briefcase on the wood and metal desk. He frowned, eyes narrowed as he analyzed the group, who tittered and giggled and squirmed at their desks. Rarely would a substitute  teacher find such an attentive, Eager class waiting for him!

\tThis teacher did not seem amused at the excitement, however. He turned his back to the class, picking up a piece of dusty chalk and sliding it effortlessly across the dungry green chalkboard. Scrp, scrp, scrp, the letters flowed out smooth and easy, little tapping sounds accenting the different words.

\t“Tuesday, March 29th. Teacher: Mr. Charn. Subject: The Perils of Too Much.”

\t“Too much?” murmured a skunk towards the back of the classroom, brushing his thick, soft tail. “I don’t understand, too much what...”

\t“Too much of Anything, is a bad thing,” replied the teacher, his voice strong and stern. He turned back around, facing the class and getting a ball of paper to the face. The horse who had thrown it snickered, ducking down slightly, as the striped professor brushed imaginary dust from his shoulder.

\tHe looked at the corner of the classroom that the ball of paper came from, his eyes sliding from the horse, to a fox on the other side, before settling on the meek little hybrid that sat between them.

\t“For example,” he replied, “Too much cocaine can lead to an overdose. Too much sunshine can lead to cancer or heat exhaustion. Too much oxygen, even, can lead to brain death. And too much Crotch can ruin a man.”

\tThe class burst out laughing, for this was the silliest thing any of them had ever heard. “How can too much cock ruin a guy? I imagine it would ruin a MARE”, exclaimed the horse, resting his chin in his palm.

\t“Yeah,” said the skunk, “More crotch means more pleasure.” He was filing his nails, now, shaking his head at the teacher’s stupidity.

\t“Every year, though,” said the teacher, “hundreds of thousands of males suffer accidents, trying to give themselves More than what they were gifted with at birth. I’ve seen it happen. Take that little feller over there. You, the one with the Thundercats shirt.”

\tThe hybrid slumped down in his chair, dread filling his chest like black wine, his large, soft white ears pulling back to lay against his skull.  The horse sitting in front of him made a funny face, pointing at himself in the chest. “Ha ha, me? Heck naw, why in the world would I want more? I got MOoooore than enough,” he added, giving a goofy leer to the pretty vixen the next row over.  The vixen smiled, studying the stallion, but said nothing. The horse glanced back to the teacher, who looked past him, behind him. Peeking back behind him, he laughed, “Oh, HIM, yeah I bet he could use a lot more. Hybrids are always tiny in the sac. That’s natural selection for ya!”

\tSalia scrunched as the other students around him giggled, and he could feel them looking at him, sizing him up. Why did the teacher have to pick on Him??

\t“Um, y-yes, mis-mister Charn?” he asked, timidly, looking down at his desk with his cheeks burning brightly under his soft pelt.

\t“Why don’t you come up here for a moment? I imagine a visual aid would help with today’s demonstration.”

\tSalia sighed, crossing his legs, then crossing them the other way around. “Do I have to?”

\t“Well, assuming you are interested in passing the class, yes. You have to.” A hard edge entered the tone of the teacher’s voice, and Salia found himself on his feet almost instinctively, walking robotic-ally up to the front of the class room.

\tHe turned around, facing the twenty or so other students, keeping his hands folded protectively over the crotch of his slacks.

\t“I can tell, just by looking at you, that you are not of pure genetic lineage.” Disapproval in his tone, now, maybe even contempt. Salia closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

\t“No, sir, I’m a, a, mix? A hybrid.”

\t“A hybrid. Part raccoon, part house cat, it looks like?”

\t“Well, actually, no, part raccoon, part-”

\t“That’s what I thought. And is what our oversexed equine friend says true? Are ‘mixes’ small in the package department?”

\t“Well, No, I mean, we’re not horses, but-” The teacher was being rude!

\t“-But nothing, you either measure up or you don’t. Disrobe, please.”

\tThe hybrid’s ears blushed hotter, the white fur almost seeming to turn pink with the bright red on his skin underneath.\t“... here?”

\t“If you’d prefer to undress in the hallway, you can.”

\tThe shy hybrid nodded quickly, and bolted for the door before the teacher changed his mind again. Always take a good deal while you can!

\tAs the door closed behind him, he heard the tiger asking for the horse to join him at the front of the classroom, but he didn’t want to spend a second more than he had to changing out of his clothes.

He looked both ways, but the hallway was empty. Quickly he kicked off his black sneakers, one of them rolling over the smooth, polished hall-floor. He grunted, considering going for it, but he didn’t want ANYONE to see him out here. His socks were next, hurriedly tugging and ripping the stretchy tubes from his wiggling toes. The floor was cool under his toe-pads, the feeling of being barefoot in such a clinical, professional place making the hair along the back of his neck, down his spine, ruffled up.

\tHe glanced back and forth again, and seeing the coast was still clear, he grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling the hem up over his head. He watched the inverted logo of the Thundercats logo slide before his eyes, as if silently warning him, but he had no choice. He had to pass this class, and if that meant being naked in front of his peers, he would just have to, have to, have to...

\tHe couldn’t breath. Oh god, his condition had kicked in! He hurriedly kicked at his shirt, pushing it the rest of the way down off his arms, and then felt around his black slacks. The Epipen wasn’t there. It must be in his backpack! His chest seized, his lungs refusing to draw in air, the fox-raccoon’s eyes starting to water. He needed oxygen! But he couldn't go back into the classroom, not with his clothes on, not when he had had the chance to strip completely in privacy out here in the hallway. He thumbed his waistband, wedged and wiggled, pushing it down his thighs until it puddled around his feet, and turned to burst back into the classroom. He would just run to his desk and inject himself before anyone would think anything of it, and then he could-

\tThe door in front of him FLEW  open, and the horse ran out, sobbing, hands clutching at his groin. Running, clopping down the hall, and apparently trailing blood. The trail went back, into the classroom, and to the teacher’s desk, where the tiger stood, grinning at him. His mouth was red.

\t“There you are, took you long enough. I trust you didn’t lose anything in your attempt at disrobing peacefully?”

\tThe foon opened his mouth, but realized, he still couldn’t breath. He smiled, meekly, to the teacher, then ran into the room! His paws held together at his groin, protectively, he scrambled to get to his chair, trying not to look at the other students, who he knew were looking at him!

\t

His backpack was (fortunately) right where he had left it, and he slid himself into the seat, hands shaking, blood thumping and pounding in his head as he fumbled for the epipen. It was there, waiting, secure and solid in his fingers, and a moment later, he had it slammed into his chest, pressing the plunger and filling his bloodstream with much needed medication.

He was lightheaded, and overwhelmingly woozy, when his lungs finally relaxed enough for him to gasp in a long slow gasp of breath. And then another, and another, and another.

Everyone was staring at him. Especially the teacher.

\t

“Well, that was interesting,” he drawled. “However, the point of you coming to the front was not Just to get naked. You’re going to be part of a demonstration. Come along, little... what did you say your name was?”

\t“It’s Salia,” he said. He stood up, again, feeling his strength returning, the panic easing from his mind, his body. Carefully, he walked up to the teacher, head bowed shyly.

\t“That’s a very pretty blue heart on your chest, did you dye that in?”

\t“No, no, that’s natural, that’s who I am!” he said, perking up at the praise.

\t“Why don’t you show the rest of the class your pretty blue heart, then, Salia?”

\tSalia turned around, puffing out his chest, showing off the natural birthmark on his chest. It was sky blue, just like the raccoon mask on his snout, and just like the blue rings on his fluffy tail. It was, in fact, shaped just like a heart, positioned over his right chest, and about three seconds after showing it to his classmates, he realized none of them were looking at it, at ALL.

\tThey were aaaaaaaall, each and every one of them, staring at his crotch. Salia realized, three seconds too late, just exactly why. When his lungs had seized up, as they sometimes did, he had popped a boner. He knew it happened sometimes, especially when he was being physical when they seized up, but he had completely not even remembered it as a possibility. It was probably the least arousing situation he had ever been in, after all. All of his classmates, staring at his baby blue erection, the slender, finger length thing peeking out and waving proudly at his classmates.

\t“Now, class” interrupted the teacher, grabbing the fox-coon’s shoulder before he could scramble away. “As I demonstrated a little bit ago, having too much junk in the front can get you in trouble, especially with,” and he made a show of smacking his chops at the thought, “predators like me. But having too little can be just as dangerous. Salia, you are a virgin, aren’t you?”

\tSalia recoiled in shock. “That’s personal!” he cried.

\t“Exactly. And do you think anyone would possibly be interested in your cute, tiny little equipment? As more than for playing house with you as the baby, I mean?”

\tSalia couldn’t even respond, just staring at the teacher with open mouthed surprise.

\t“Don’t worry, your fears are absolutely correct. Which is why fellers like you need to try to do SOMETHING to give themselves an edge.” He reached behind him, and with two crisp clicks, opened up his briefcase. Reaching inside, he pulled out what looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. A smooth glass barrel, trimmed with chrome, with a triggered handle and a wickedly pointy looking tip at the end. Currently it was empty. “Do you know what this is?”

\t“It’s a saline injector,” the hybrid responded, automatically, hoping to claim some small favor with the cruel teacher.

\t“Precisely. Did anyone else in the classroom know what that was?” There was a snicker from the skunk in the back, the vixen smiling and resting her chin in her palm. “No, of course not. They wouldn’t know, because they haven’t used one before. I imagine you have, though. Tell me, how much did you have to pump and stuff your little tiny peepee with saline to make it even those meager, what, four inches?”

\t“It’s not four inches! It’s, it’s almost FIVE inches!” the poor tortured student cried, and with sudden horror realized he was wet on his belly.

\t“Oh, my. And no bladder control, either. Do you always pee when you get excited?”

\t“It’s a... it’s a condition! It’s not intentional!”

\t“Well, that’s a relief. So you uncontrollably urinate yourself when you get aroused. Hear that ladies? And I bet you can’t believe he’s still single! However, this class is not about urination or how to prevent it, this is about the risks and dangers of trying to increase the size of your junk. There are some very recommended ways to do so, and some absolutely unrecommended ways. For example, in some parts of the world, doctors advertising the ability to increase your size, have been found to be injecting male’s testicles and penis with... anyone? Anyone? Untreated excrement. And it works, too, for about forty eight hours, before your cock rots off from the inside out. In some parts of the world, they like to take large rocks and.. anyone? Anyone? Hang them from their scrotums.

\tThe tiger pushed his glasses up onto his nose.

\t“Saline is probably the cheapest, easiest, and safest way to try to enlarge your equipment, but even if has some risks.” He patted the desk. “Hop up on here, Salia.”

\tSalia did so, reaching over to get some paper towels, brushing at the spots of fluid on his belly and thighs from his unintentional wetting.

\t“Don’t worry about that, we’ll get you a nice, fresh diaper when we’re done today, you can waddle around in that as much as you want, without fear of accidentally peeing on someone,” the teacher teased. He reached back into his briefcase, and pulled out a couple rubbery tube like things, Four of them, to be precise, three of them similarly just simple elasticy surgical tubes, with needles at the end, and one which was three nozzles connected to a main nozzle. As the class watched, and as Salia cleaned himself up, the tiger assembled these various tubes together. Three nozzles fed into three tubes, and the splicer, if you could call it that, was fed down onto the nozzle of the gun.

\t“Now we’re all ready. Now, the first thing you want to avoid doing when you’re using these things is snagging an artery. You don’t want to be pushing saline into your arteries, because it will just go right back into your body. Waste of saline. You also want to make sure you are using Saline, and not Sucrose. One is salt water, basically, and the other is hummingbird juice. Unless you like the idea of hummingbirds using your dick as a feedstand, in which case, the world is your oyster.”

\tHe smoothly pressed one of the needles into Salia’s left testicle, burying the smooth slender steel shaft entirely into the hybrid’s little walnut. Salia screeched.

“Oh, come come, it can’t hurt that much, after all, you’re probably used to it by now,” the tiger teased. He deftly speared the other nut with a second needle, and Salia’s fists slammed against the desk on either side of him, eyes closing, head shaking in pain.

“Ow, Ow, Ow, Owwwwww, Ow!!!”

“Aww, come on, ya shrimp, stop yer bitchin’,” snickered the skunk in the back row. “I can’t fap to this!”

Salia sniffled, trying to put on a brave face, which was hard when your nuts felt like shishkabobs. The third needle, the tiger hesitated with, at first looking as though he would put it into the tip of his shaft, but finally pushing it into the root, behind the sleek bulged where his knot would be.

“Location is important, too. For cats, you want to get it near the base, for most others you’ll want it near the tip. Canines, especially, you want to avoid jamming it into the knot area, because you could get one of the knots instead of the dick itself. Unless you want a dick with one huge knot bulb, or something like that.”

Salia wiped at the tears from his eyes, and grabbed at the teacher’s  sleeve, tugging at it insistently. “Wait, but, you don’t understand, I’ve never done this before, and, I’m not a cat, I’m a-”

“Little dicked hybrid? You don’t have to tell me that, I already know. Now, class, normally you would not want to inflate the testicles themselves, just the scrotum. But if we did it the right way, this would hardly be an effective demonstration, would it? No.”

“But, Mr. Charn, I’m-”

“and On the same note, you would normally want to use a set, safe amount of saline.  A hundred CC is not too uncommon with professional pumpers.” The teacher held up a can of spray on deodorant, for a reference to the volume that would take. “So we’ll start with that.”

He pulled a long tube from the his briefcase, the other end still hidden inside, and hooked it into the back of the triggered hand held pumper.  The chamber inside chugged, a spray of fluid spurting against the walls, before a steady flow began to churn and spill and fill that Pyrex tube.

“Normally you would want to push a few CCs through the apparatus before you inject it into the body, in order to prevent air bubbles from being lodged in the system, as they can be fatal. This is only a ninety minute class, though, and I’m sure most of you are ready for lunch, so,” he pulled the trigger.

Salia felt coldness, spearing down through the metal needles and directly into the center of his testicles. It spilled into them, radiating out in dozens of directions, pushing through the delicate, virginal tissue of his foon balls. Similarly, he felt a cold spike slide up through the center of his cock. It felt almost at first like he was pissing ice water, but nothing peeked out of the tip. It sank through the core of his erection, and as he watched, the slender, grooved fox shaft began to fatten out around the creases.

“Nnnng,” he cried, crushing his eyes together. He could feel the coldness in his nuts getting stronger, seeping and pushing it’s way through the tender tissues, like a spiderweb of ice compared to his tender foon nuts. “I don’t think I want to do this,”

“Oh, you don’t want to have a normal sized dick? I mean, that’s the most you can hope for,” the tiger added, as he reached into his briefcase and flipped a switch. There was a soft whirring sound, and the pressure speared deeper into his groin-flesh.

“As you can see, there has already been an effect. If you would like, why don’t you all gather round our little friend here to see how his gonads are affected by the saline. The solution, which is distilled water corrupted with nine percent sterile salt, is of the same pH as the his bloodstream. So while the temperature may be uncomfortable, at first, it is completely non invasive, as far as chemical burns and the like. In a day or so, his body would naturally cycle the excess fluid out, into his urine. A fun trick, if one of your friends likes injecting like this, is to replace their salt water with lemon juice. It stings like a fucker, and best of all, it marinades the flesh, which would be rendered hopelessly sterile by the coagulation.”

\tThe other students had indeed come up to the teacher’s desk while he discussed, some of them dropping their pants and freely handling their own equipment. With growing despair, Salia confirmed what he had feared to be true; everyone else in the room had bigger, more impressive penii then his own. He glanced back up to the teacher, hoping against hope that he would get some twinge of sympathy, but the teacher didn’t even seem to know he was there.

\tHe looked back to his own groin, gasping. His foonberries had indeed swollen, the sharp pain of the ice-like water inside him having dulled as they had acclimated to it, his fuzzy scrotum tighter around the now egg sized testicles. They looked almost, well, they -were- normal sized, as big as some of the other students in the class! His shaft, too, had swollen, the whole of it growing in proportion, certain parts of it bulging more than other. His knot, especially, was thickly bulging with the excess fluid, and the foon stared at it in surprise.

\tEven though it was knotted, Salia was hardly in an aroused state, and it was interesting to see his equipment so ‘pumped up’ without the underlying intention of sex beneath it. Even as he watched, the tip suddenly bulged outwards, sort of like how the end of a balloon will swell. He grunted, the sensation of the fluid bulging there at the end of his cock an intensely intimate sensation.  Nerves were being pushed against, but from the wrong side.

\t“Okay, okay that’s good enough,” he said, reaching down to pull the needle from his junk. “I’m happy with that.”

\t“Vorlan, could you and your badger friend restrain Salia’s paws? We don’t need him interfering with the demonstration.”

\tThey did so, the fox-raccoon squirming as the two bigger males gripped and pinned him. “No! No, help me, someone! It’s, Nnnnng, it’s starting to hurt!”

\t“Can’t let a bit of pain stop me, that’s what I always say,” the tiger said in response, then burped theatrically.

The class laughed.

“But he’s right, that would have been a good place to stop. After this point, we’re probably going to do permanent damage to his equipment, as you can-” THRRK!

\t“Ah, yes, perfect, as you can see, one of the bulbs in his knot has ruptured, and now that side of his dick is swelling much more rapidly as the burst tissue allows the fluids to fill the spongey tissue of his dick as well. I’m sure the other will burst in just a few seconds. Notice how his scrotum looks tight? This is actually another danger of over pumping. The testicles are more than capable of handling even pressure all over their surface area, similar to an egg. Try it if you don’t believe me. Go home and try and crush an egg in your bare hand. You can’t do it. Now, if you try to crush it between two fingers, the pressure is uneven, and that can break that solid, protective shield. The scrotum, right now, is doing the same thing. “

\tSalia whimpered, trying again to clutch at his eggs, which had swollen out, filling his entire scrotum, like two fat plums. They looked grossly oversized for his small, vulnerable body.

\t“See how they’re being slowly crushed together? The scrotum is stretched to it’s max, so the only space left for them to swell is between them. So gradually they are turning from perfectly ellipsoid into half flat, half rounded, and-”

\tSPLTTttttttthhhhhhh!

\t“Oh, wow, look at that, there goes his other bulb. Now your dick looks more like a man’s, not quite as much like some toy dog’s.”

\tThere was a startled protest from a shaggy haired collie, but like everything else, the teacher ignored it. “His cock is doing the same thing, but dick flesh is MUCH tougher then nut flesh. Trust me on that one,” and the class chuckled again alongside him. “His balls are probably going to rupture. I’d guess the left one first, and then the right soon after. After the left one ruptures, the right will suddenly have a lot less pressure keeping it contained, so it will expand faster than it can stretch. Think of it as, hmmm... like one of those deep sea slugs that turns itself inside out when it’s dragged all the way up to the boat. You looking forward to your nuts turning inside out, Salia?”

\t“NO! HELP ME! ANYONE! GET THE PRINCIPAL!”

\t“Oh, look at that, his dick is completely smooth now, like a big, blue cucumber. I’d love to just clip that off and slice it up for my salad for lunch today, but, education is a priority. If any of you have safety goggles, I’d put them on, now, it won’t be long now.”

\tAnd it wasn’t. Salia tried to prepare himself, as the pain and aching in his nuts felt like they had been kicked, over and over again, inflamed and swollen. The teacher was wrong about what would happen though. He had predicted the left nut would rupture before the right, causing a chain reaction. What actually happened, though, as the whole class leaned in, staring with morbid fascination, was much messier.

\tHis scrotum exploded.

\tIt was too fast to determine what had actually happened at first, though the skunk had caught it all on his cell phone’s video, and there was a general consensus on facebook, where it had been posted, that the sac had NOT just exploded, like confetti, but rather had ripped right down the middle. Like a flower opening up, if you wanted to be romantic, but much more like a balloon popping.

\tHis two testicles Flopped out, their cords as stiff and swollen as the rest of them, bright blue peach sized eggs, and before anyone could even turn away, or close their mouths from the shock, they BOTH ruptured. THAT was messy. With two wet scrunching sounds, they POOMED open, chunks of water and nut guts splattering across the students faces. It was like a Smurf with a rack of dynamite strapped to his chest had committed Jihad.  

\tSalia stared, with his nuts dripping off his muzzle, at his dick. Without it’s little counterparts, it looked even bigger, having extended in length by almost three inches, and having swollen so thickly in width that there was no way to tell where the knot had even been.

\tIt begin to rupture, too, throbbing, with a cyan tinted white stream of pure Salia pudding shooting powerfully from the tip, thick long geysery ribbons shooting and splattering up into the air.

\t“AAAAAAAAGGH” he screamed, his head back, not wanting to watch. So he didn’t see it when that exploded, he only felt it.

\tIn the middle of his forced orgasm, he felt a tearing sensation, deep inside him. It was like a clicking sound, like a pencil snapping in half. Then he felt incredible pressure balloon out through his dick, all at once, the students Ooooohing. The sensation of being tightly incredibly filled with the saline reached a point that he could not fully comprehend, and then he felt the hot, wet, ripping sensation as his cock ripped down the underside. The skin pulled and flapped away from each other, and he felt the loose ends of it slap together on the opposite side, stickily clinging to themselves. His naked penis itself, skinless, was exposed, and then  it too ruptured. A small ‘seam’ split along that same crack, and suddenly he felt heat and pressure leaving his cock. The class shouted in horror.

\tHe felt better, after it was all done, feeling all that pressure gone, his orgasm having been more intense than he had ever felt. He reached up, wiping at his brow, since the tiger and badger had left his arms free afterwards, and looked down at his cock.

\tErrr.

\tIt certainly wasn’t a cock anymore. About halfway down, where it had ripped, the pressure had forced itself out, through the only exit available. It had taken the inside of his cock with it. Basically the internal tissue and flesh had exploded out through that hole, wetly spraying out across his thighs, long red ‘strands’ of spongy spaghetti like stuff. In the middle of it, a toothpick like bone stuck out like a warrior’s sword on a vanquished dragon. He picked it up, casually, feeling no pain, just curious what it was.

\t“That there is the baculum.” the bell rang, but the teacher held up his hand, his eyes locking on the collie. “Tomorrow we’ll take an in depth look at the baculum and what Not to do when playing with someone with a knot. Class dismissed!”

The rest of the class shuffled out, most of them with embarrassing wet spots in the front of their class, and Salia slid down from the table.

\tOh No.

He had left his clothes out in the hallway! He peeked out at the mobbing throng of assorted students and staff members shuffling through the hallway. He swore he saw a black shoe get kicked past the door. He couldn’t go out there, not naked! Not with an exploded crotch! He looked at the teacher, whimpering pitifully.

Mr. Charn looked back, then rolled his eyes. “Oh, fine. Come here. You were a good sport today, I guess I can help you out a bit.” he reached back into his briefcase, pulling out a small gray kit and a white folded linen.

Salia sat down in the teacher’s chair, spreading his legs and blushing as the large feline knelt down between his thighs. He felt the thick, warm, furry fingers brush against his belly, his inner thighs, the small pinches of the scissors not bothering him so much. His heart was fluttering, shyly, as the tiger clipped and cleaned the dangling flesh that used to be his genitals away , dropping the pieces and chunks into the waste basket.

“To be honest, a cutie like you shouldn’t even care about what his junk looks like anyways. You’d really not make a very good top, and you’re built for bottoming,” the tiger confided.

“But, I mean, how, what makes you think I would enjoy... bottoming?”

The tiger dabbed and rubbed a cotton swab with a brown fluid on it against the smooth, empty groin of the student. There was no sheath left, no scrotum, nothing but the brown stained flesh, a furless patch of skin where his junk had used to be. He plugged a smallish hole with a smooth catheter, and sprayed the whole area with an aerosol. It fizzled, tickling, and as he watched, it congealed into a smooth, clean, featureless groin. He was sexless.

“Well, I saw the way the horse was treating you. Nine times out of ten, that means he took you behind a bookcase at the library, bent you over the non-fiction section, and ripped you a new asshole with that tasty dick he had. It’s little things, like the way he kept teasing you about stuff. Somehow, though, I don’t think he would have done that unless he hadn’t been told by others what a nice little bottom bitch you are.”

Salia said nothing, just covering his eyes, ears folded back in abject embarrassment.

“So think of it this way, now there is nothing to stop a supposedly straight dude from plowing you, right? Because there’s nothing there to make him think you’re actually a boy.”

The tiger took the linen from the desk, and unfolded it. Salia peeked out from between his fingers as he heard the soft, crisp, plasticky sound of the diaper being opened up, and softly being pushed up against his smooth emasculated groin. He wiggled his hips a bit, to help the diaper fold the tabs in place, the super puffy, XL sized diaper fitting him perfectly.

“How...did you know that I Was going to.. to.. I mean... that it was for me...?”

“Oh, best not to ask questions like that, little one.” He taped the last tab in place, and helped to pull the foon up to it’s feet.

“There you go, now, you better scram, the bell is about to ring again. Don’t want to be late for your next class, after all.” The tiger chuckled, patting the slender Salia on his diaper padded butt, and the foon delicately wobbled over to his desk to get his belongings. What a site he made, dressed in nothing but a white diaper with baby blue trim, and with blue pictures of bananas, cherries, and strawberries all over the back and front of it. He hurried out to the door, then paused and peeked over his shoulder.

\t“Thank you, Mister Charn!”

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