It may not have been a particularly well-paying gig, but Mick loved his job. From the DJ's platform at the side of the nightclub, the pink and white-furred fox-mouse hybrid bobbed his head in time with the beat of the music, keeping his left hand on his headphones to stop them from falling off while his right hand worked the equipment to keep the music coming. He was wearing just a gray tank top and a bulging pair of army-green shorts, and his white hair and mane swung around with the bobbing of his head. Ahead of him, the club was poorly lit by design, allowing the numerous strobe lights to trace out colorful lines in the air. Half of the dancers on the floor had glow sticks of various colors, only enhancing the effect. With the music Mick was in charge of playing for the final touch, every night he worked was a great party, and there were more than a few people in the crowd that he knew came by specifically for his performances. That, and to ogle the hefty bulge in whatever he was wearing that night. And then there was his girlfriend, Winry, who he saw with a pair of glow sticks, having a wild time close to the DJ's platform. A coyote/wolf cross, her black mane and tail both swept around as she danced, wearing a red shirt and some dark slacks, so eager to join in his rave that she hadn't even changed after work. With a grin, Mick brought both hands to the controls and queued up another set of songs, crossfading between tracks so that the music wouldn't be interrupted for even a moment. Just as he started to dance a little with the opening of the song, he spotted Winry coming up from the crowd, out of the dance floor and up to the DJ's platform. She was waving a glow stick to get his attention, and he took off his headphones and set them down so he could hear what she was saying. "Hey Mick!" she called out over the music, and he looked over to her. "What's up?" he asked, wondering if she wanted to request a song. Stuffing her glow sticks into a back pocket of her pants, she came up right next to him and grinned widely, putting an arm around his back. "Great party like always! I've got a little surprise for you tonight. Want to make this night even wilder?" He gave her an interested look. "What've you got in mind?" he asked, turning a little more towards her. Her grin only widened, and she reached out and grabbed the front of his shorts with both hands, one working the button as the other tugged down the zipper. Chuckling, he watched her open up the front of his bulging shorts, feeling her hands reach inside. "Again? The manager's going to give me another earful when he finds out," he joked, liking where this was going. "Oh, hush, they loved it last time, and they're going to love this," Winry teased, grabbing his enormous cock with both hands and fishing it out from his shorts. It was much bigger than his already-prominent bulge implied, coming up to his shoulders when he held it in one hand so she could reach back into his shorts for the rest of his package. Some of the dancers near the DJ's platform took notice and gave approving cheers, and Mick responded with a wink and a wave with his free hand, wiggling his huge, flaccid shaft towards them. "Mmmh… can't argue with that," he groaned eagerly. As he felt her hands reaching under his balls and hefting them, he reached out to the music deck and queued up several more songs – no doubt whatever she was planning this time would take a while, and he didn't want to be interrupted. Winry hauled out both of Mick's potent balls into the open, his sack covered with short pink fur. She let them flop down once they were out where they hung over his legs rather than between them, coming down to his knees, and he let go of his cock to let it slap down onto his own sack, the tip of his cockhead hanging just below his knees and the bottom of his balls. More people were taking notice and giving cheers and calls that were lost in the noise, so he smirked at Winry, who was standing back up. "Let's go over there and put on a good show, shall we?" he offered. "I don't want ANYONE here to miss this," she replied with a devious grin and a swish of her tail. She hurried a few feet over to a spot still on the DJ's platform, but away from the deck of controls that would otherwise block the view of whatever it was she had planned. Mick took his time, however, putting his hands behind his head and sticking his hips out to flaunt his package, letting his cock swing back and forth over his massive balls with every step he took. Once he caught up to Winry, she pushed him towards the nearest wall, and he obligingly leaned back against it with his endowments on display for the whole club to enjoy – by now, everyone on the dance floor had taken notice and had turned their attention to him and his girlfriend to see what was going to happen. Some regulars knew what was coming… or at least, that was what Mick thought. "I've got something new for tonight," Winry teased, reaching into a pocket on her pants and pulling out a fresh blister pack of pills. "Something else from your aunt Fang?" Mick asked, tilting his head curiously. "Yep!" Winry confirmed, popping out a few pills from the pack into her left hand. "Now hold still for a sec." Mick opened his mouth wide, but that wasn't where the pills ended up going. Winry stuffed the rest of the pack of pills back into her pocket, then lifted his cock with her right hand, gripping around the thick glans to open the tip of it up a little bit. One at a time, she dropped the pills into his urethra, then grabbed his shaft with both hands and shook it a bit, holding it upright. Mick groaned, not just from feeling his girlfriend's hands on his stiffening cock, but also from the feeling of the pills traveling down the inside of his dick. He lost track of them once they reached his crotch, and for a moment he felt a tingling sensation in his heavy balls, spreading out through both of them before it faded away. He shook his head to clear it and looked at Winry. "What was that? Going to make me cum harder?" he guessed. "Nope," she told him, "The opposite, actually. They'll stop you from cumming for the rest of the night." "What? Why?" he asked, but he wasn't complaining when she took hold of his cock with both hands and started stroking it, coaxing it to full hardness – and size. The stiffer it grew, the longer and thicker it got. If she wasn't holding it up, it would have been touching the floor. "We wouldn't want the party to end prematurely, would we?" she asked rhetorically, leaning in and giving the tip of his cock a kiss. Then, still keeping one hand on his dick, she turned towards the crowd and waved to someone close by to come over. "Heh, true," Mick agreed, still unsure where this was going, but willing to come along for the ride regardless. The raver that Winry had invited emerged from the crowd: a brown rabbit girl with an acid-green punk haircut, wearing a band's t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts. She was eyeing Mick's cock very hungrily for someone smaller than it. "Here, you might want this," Winry told the rabbit, taking one of her glow sticks from her back pocket and offering it to the new arrival. The rabbit looked back and forth between the glow stick and Mick's cock, which he was holding onto idly, bobbing it up and down to offer an enticing sight to the rest of the crowd whose gazes were locked on it. "Oh, you want me to stick it in him?" the rabbit asked, turning to face Mick's throbbing girth, staring at the tip of it. "Psh, you could fit your whole arm in there," Winry joked, and Mick finally understood where this was going. He grinned widely and nodded in agreement as Winry continued, "Go on, give it a try!" "For real?" the rabbit asked in disbelief, passing the glow stick to her left hand and reaching up with her right. She touched his bulbous cockhead with one hand, rubbing her palm over it, then teased her fingers into the slit at the end. Mick gave a groan, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms as he let the rabbit play with him; she slid more fingers into his urethra one at a time, then her thumb and the rest of her hand, before pushing her arm in further. "Wow, it really-" she began, bringing her head close, only to be cut off when Mick clenched. She was pulled forward, her face shoved against the head of his glans, the urethra spreading out readily around her to tug her in before she could even give her cry of surprise. A gasp rose from the crowd as the rabbit squirmed briefly before another tug of Mick's cock sucked the rabbit in further, all the way to her hips, her other arm holding the glow stick getting pulled in with her. Her legs kicked at the air briefly before a third and final clench of Mick's length pulled her in fully, the bulge she made in his urethra visibly traveling down as she slid in the rest of the way before being dropped into his left nut. It sagged from the weight and he groaned out as it did, shuddering a little bit. Turning to the crowd with a grin, Winry put both hands to her mouth and yelled out, "Party's moving, folks! Who's next? My boyfriend's a bit lop-sided right now, we need more volunteers!" That was enough to start a surge of drunk and horny club-goers towards the side of the nightclub where Mick and Winry were. Another smaller dancer, a twinky mouse wearing a similar outfit to Mick, slipped through the crowd and got ahead of the rest of them to practically dive into Mick's cock, making him gasp and groan out as the mouse wiggled and slipped in easily and excitedly. His long whiplike tail lashed eagerly on the way down before it got slurped in like a spaghetti noodle and the mouse was sucked into the right side of Mick's sack, tugging it down and evening out how low his nuts were hanging. "Come on in, we've got a brand new mosh pit!" Winry called out, waving more people forward. Mick closed his eyes as he kept leaning against the wall, feeling the weight of the two people in his balls already wriggling around, and let out a groan as another nightclub patron grabbed his dick with both hands and shoved their face against the end of it. He opened one eye to see that it was some sort of fox wearing a leather jacket and pants, and he tugged hard to yank them into his dick halfway, only for a calico cat behind them to grab the fox's legs and shove them inside. Mick was overwhelmed from the experience as the rave gradually moved into his balls, the electronic dance music still pumping in the background. The calico cat brought another glow stick as he climbed in arms-first, and Winry kept directing more people to come forward after him. Every additional person that climbed down, got sucked down, or was stuffed into his cock made Mick groan and shudder against the wall, his balls swelling out to contain all the people being dropped into them. It didn't take long for his enormous sack to touch the floor, but the pills Winry had given him were doing their job; as intense as the experience was, and for all the pleasure he felt every time another guest got tugged into his cock and slid down it as a big bulge, he never felt an orgasm approaching. Precum was steadily leaking from his tip like a partly-open faucet, pooling on the floor, and making it easier for each successive club goer to join the party going on in his balls. The more people that got dumped into one of his gigantic, ever-swelling testicles, the more they writhed around inside, making his sack wobble, the occasional imprint of a hand, leg or sometimes even a full body visible on the surface of his pink-furred orbs. They were getting so big that it was getting harder for people to reach his cock, and Winry was helping boost up some of the shorter guests to get inside. Ravers on the larger side were more of a struggle, requiring numerous clenches of his shaft to suck in and pull down, but Mick welcomed the challenge, gritting his teeth and groaning from the intense and perpetually increasing pleasure with every additional person that went down his cock. Mick lost all track of time, aware of all the squirming, writhing people having fun in his sack as they jostled each other and made his balls wobble around on the floor. It was definitely the most intense sensation he'd ever felt in his life, and it only grew with every addition that slid down the inside of his shaft to join the party. Then, he felt a mouth against his dick instead of hands or a face and opened his eyes, seeing Winry kissing and licking up precum from his tip, the strobe lights giving the clear fluid a rainbow-colored tint. His gaze lifted, but Winry was all that was left. The entire rave had been relocated into his balls, the two orbs churning and wobbling around. Lines of color periodically appeared and disappeared on the surface of his sack as the glow sticks within occasionally shone through, and he grinned widely as he panted for breath, admiring the display. "Told you it'd be fun," Winry teased, leaning forward and embracing his left nut. She hugged the enormous orb and stroked her hands over the surface, feeling the bumps that formed in it each time someone pressed against his sack from the inside. It was almost like the nuts themselves were dancing. Mick nodded in agreement, leaning back against the wall and putting his hands in his pockets to enjoy the moment, and the steady pleasure of all of the ravers continuing the party inside of his sack. "Heh. My cock sure craved that rave, huh?" he joked, watching the strobe lights dance over the surface of his titanic, stuffed-full balls.