[b][center]Balls Full, Need Restroom[center][/b] [center]-Straight Version-[/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center] Jerome rang up another customer in the steady stream of the same, wishing for an end to such. The rat’s shift couldn’t come to an end soon enough for him- which was true on any given day for everyone he knew, granted. If anyone really wanted to come to work they would probably charge employees to come in. Somehow. The economy would work different, anyway. But right now he had a little more reason than usual. “Here is your receipt. Thank you for shopping at Door-Mart, have a great day.” He rattled off on auto-pilot, already reaching for the next customer’s first item. It was a good thing he could have done this in his sleep by now because at the moment he was rather distracted. His weight shifted from one foot to the other while he rang up the next set of random items, not helping the pressure building between his legs at all. In fact it really just made the steadily swelling sack there bump up against his leg. He tried to keep the wince off his face, but the slight awkward extension of their glance told him he hadn’t quite succeeded. [i]That last coffee was a mistake.[/i] Jerome gritted his teeth slightly at the thought. Normally Jerome didn’t have this sort of problem. As a rat he had something of a natural advantage in capacity- big nuts could hold more of course, and he had some pretty big rat balls at that. All the same, he was reaching his limit. He must have forgotten to empty his nuts yesterday on top of everything else. It was too near the end of his shift, that was the trouble. Too near and still not near enough. He couldn’t just ditch his coworkers in the middle of a rush like this- A glance around confirmed that everyone else had as long a line as he did. It would look like he was trying to dodge his share of the torment and skip out until his appointed time. So tempting to do just that. His sack was aching horribly down there. The normally adequate boxers were tight, seam pressing into Jerome’s scrotum sharply in the middle as they increasingly had for the past hour. “Thank you for shopping at Door-Mart, have a g-“ The external pressure, if not internal, suddenly eased with a [i]rrrrip[/i] as that seam gave up against the ratsack’s weight. “-g-good day.” Across from Jerome the slim oryx lady glanced around. “Did you hear something?” “N-no.” Though the undergarment’s demise had given Jerome a little more space, it had also shifted the direction and placement of the fabric’s tightness against his piss-bag, jolting the full sack in the process. His poor abused underwear held against the sides of that furry pouch while the denim of his jeans pressed right up the middle where he was already chafed. And now that it was hanging lower more weight was suspended directly from his crotch. Not a net improvement. “I didn’t hear anything.” The rat gamely struggled on through the next two checkouts, hoping his plight didn’t show as much as it felt. He needed to piss so bad. Jerome was going to wet his pants any moment now, he knew it, but if he could hold out just a little longer he could do it somewhere else… “Thank you for shopping at do- Door-Mart. Have a great… Yeah.” He waved off another from the line. Blinking back tears he turned to the next- “Hey, J-man, you okay?” “Huh? Uh.” Startled, Jerome felt a muscle involuntarily twitch. The tiniest of drops escaped him to wet the crotch of his underwear before he clamped back down on it. “Y- yeah. I mean, no, just sort of- I’m not feeling great, Sam.” “Yeah you’re looking a little off.” The beaver said cheerfully. Sam was totally unflappable. “Hey, let me take over there. I’m due to switch in in like… five minutes anyway. Go on, I got this. Hey, thanks for waiting sir. What you got here today?” Gratefully the rat shifted out of the way to let Sam take his place and took off towards the restrooms at a slow waddle, the best he could manage with the encumbrance hanging below his crotch. The trek felt like miles, but he made it, pushed through the door, and rapidly inserted himself into the closest available stall. Jerome dropped his pants as soon as he had the stall door locked. A fractional relief from the fabric pressing on his nutsack. Much more gingerly he fished his balls out from the ruins of his boxer shorts. The balls were enormous with their load of urine, easily the size of grapefruits. Without delay he grabbed his sheath and angled it down. By a small miracle he got it aimed into the porcelain receptacle before his self-control deserted him and he unleashed the stream of piss. Groaning blissfully he rode out the relentless emptying. His yellow waterfall impression lasted for easily five minutes, maybe ten, while his stretched sack contracted inexorably to expel every last drop. Finally it ended. His poor balls hung shrunken down to their more manageable resting size comparable now to small limes instead of small cantaloupes. Jerome sagged to the side of the stall for a while just to enjoy how his testicles weren’t threatening to burst on him. They were only sore from their ordeal, a vast improvement. Shakily he set himself back upright, narrowing his stance now that his balls didn’t need so much space. He pulled up his pants and zipped up. “Fuuuuck, I needed that.” He washed his hands, as all employees must. Now it was definitely time to clock out. Maybe look through Findr for a hookup- he could stand to empty his bladder, too. It’d been a while since he last got laid. [center]***[/center] Jerome did get his hookup, albeit the next day. He and the sexy vixen practically fell through his apartment door, too busy getting their hands all over each other to bother with balancing. “Mmmh. Bedroom?” Michelle asked in between sucking in his tongue. “Dmngh.” Jerome mumbled into her mouth while he locked the door behind them. A maneuver performed as quickly as possible so he could get his fingers back around firm fox asscheek. “’ver thith way.” If the two horny furs almost fell through the front door they definitely fell into the bed. Michelle had somehow managed to shed her skirt along the way to let him get an even better feel of her tail-end. “Love boys who get handsy. Keep doing that, I’ll unwrap you.” He was happy to oblige. Of course, he went out of his way to make it difficult for the fox by running his hands over her figure, making sure to get his arms in the way of all her efforts and getting to touch all her best curves in the process. She giggled and struggled through disrobing him with aplomb, retaliating with tickles to get a little extra room until she had everything off. “Ooooh my. Sexy boy.” Sliding down to lap at the side of his hard penis, tongue brushing the edge of his sheath. Unexpectedly she went a little further down. “And what do we have here?” “Uhm, just a little full. Don’t mind me.” He chuckled with mild embarrassment. His sack had filled up a fair bit again since the incident yesterday, especially after he and Michelle had loosened themselves up at the bar for a while. “I’ll make a pit stop in the not-so-little boys room and we can get back to it.” “No, stay, I insist.” She emphasized with a grip on his hips. The frisky female nuzzled at his balls (now somewhere around ‘medium orange’ on the citrus fruit scale). “Definitely stay.” “Uh.” Jerome blinked down at the girl planting a long lick on his piss-sack. A little weird for a girl to be paying it that much attention. But he was too horny to be taken aback for long. “Okay?” “More than okay.” Michelle met his eyes boldly with her emerald green irises. She had a testicle in each hand, weighing. “You’ve got a couple monsters right here. Mmmhnh.” Her mouth opened to close over his cocktip and she sank down over it, luscious lips sliding down over his erection. Wonderful. Michelle knew how to work a cock, bobbing up and down. Superb tongue-work for sure too. The only part that kept Jerome from sinking right down into that feeling and staying there was that she still had a hold on his nuts. The female was feeling them up for sure. Not just nudging them here and there because of their proximity but groping them. That was a first for the rat. This was some sort of weird joke, right? Michelle couldn’t be turned on by his piss-balloons. They were just… there. Not sexy. Any second she’d let go and slide those hands up under his belly button to massage his bladder and the cum inside. Except she didn’t. “Those are my balls.” He reminded her. “Mmmhmm.” Her agreement hummed through his cock, causing his hips to jerk a fraction. “They uh. So…” They were just balls. Just… held onto the yellow stuff until it could be got rid of. “You…. Like them? Like, like them?” “Mmm.” “Oh.” Jerome didn’t really have anything to say to that. He just put his hand between her pointed ears in a pat, soaked the feeling of her mouth working on him a bit. And, now, the feeling of her kneading at his heavy testicles. Not unpleasant, but… intensifying. Her grip was getting harder. It was starting to remind him a little of yesterday. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to…” He paused, abashed. She opened her eyes again, looked up at him expectantly as if egging him on. “I’ll… end up peeing in your mouth.” Michelle nodded, incorporating it into a bob on his rod with a lascivious tongue-slurp up the sensitive front, and gave him a slow wink. Then she squeezed both of his nuts sharply and made him gasp. “Ah-“ What with all that happening down there he’d just have to put off any deep thought until later. She wanted it, and it looked like she wasn’t going to give him much of a choice. Jerome tried to let go, and found it difficult. Hell of a time to be reminded that he was a bit pee-shy; always took a minute to make the flow start if there was someone one urinal over. Or if his hard cock was in a pretty vixen’s mouth. Maybe especially that, his head was still wrapping itself around the idea. With no doubts on her end Michelle didn’t let up at all. She expertly flipped between simply squeezing the rodent’s testicles, hefting them, pinching, and rubbing them together in a way that was rapidly making them feel fuller than they had even yesterday at work. Jerome squeaked as it became too much and his control lapsed. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled that oh-so-loving mouth down on his prick as he started to piss. She squeezed hard on his nuts in turn and he gasped in a mix of relief, borderline-pain, and a surprising pleasure. Something must have been a bit crosswired in his head by Michelles involvement to make urinating feel sexual like this. One release confused for another. The vixen didn’t even choke as she swallowed down the entire contents of contents of Jerome’s balls. It took whole minutes to get the entire yield, which had to be half a liter of hot rodent urine right into the fox’s belly. By the way she juiced those testicles in her hands it wasn’t enough for her, forcing it out faster to sate her thirst for rat piss. She continued to knead them after he was done. Suckling and lapping at his cock for any last drops until he gently pulled her muzzle off of him. “Stop. S-sto-“ “Mmmm….” She hummed dreamily, licking her lips while he gently lifted her hands away from his lightly-bruised piss-purse. “Salty boy.” “Eesh.” Jerome felt himself up gingerly, finding nothing hurt. “Never done that before. You…. You’re a kinky freak, aren’t you?” “Guilty.” Michelle answered without a hint of regret. Her eyes sparkled at him, and she pulled herself up by his shoulder to press her lips against his. She forced her tongue between his lips and he tasted a hint of his own bitter waste in there. “But we’re not done. Stiff little bird here tells me so.” Her fingers slid around his cock- which was still hard as a rock, dammit, even with the weird circumstance of the last couple minutes- and started a slippery stroke. “I guess not.” He agreed. “Get up here and ride it for me.” “Gladly.” Turnabout being fair he took a few handfuls of boob to get himself back in the zone while she adjusted position, lowering her soaking snatch onto him. She must have absolutely loved emptying his nuts to be so wet. Wet in both ends now, he chuckled at the thought. She sank down all at once with a sigh of satisfaction, her pussy swallowing up his rod with a slurp until she bottomed all the way out. The lips of her cunny looked lovely spread apart like that. Not just that; Jerome fancied he could see the fox’s belly swollen out just noticeably from his piss. To his surprise the thought made him even harder. It was hot… weird, but hot. Jerome humped upward, grinding his crotch fur up into her clit in the process and making her leak even more over him. “Shiiit, don’t know how long I’m going to last. You’re fucking tight.” “Sure you aren’t just a kinky freak too?” Michelle teased, and lifted herself up only to drop back down onto him for emphasis. He could swear she squeezed him with her pussy on purpose. “Maybe I am.” He shifted his hands to her hips for a little control over the pace, rubbing over the fur of her belly on the way. “How’s it feel to have a stomach full of nut juice?” They found their rhythm almost instantly, bucking into one another. “It’s great. Got all that warm piss sloshing around in there. Soooo sexy. I’m going to cum soon too… Tell me when you blow, I want-“ “Yeah, sure.” Jerome grunted, slamming up particularly hard. His cock was on fire, bladder tingling with the cum he was itching to shoot off. He held out for another thirty seconds with the fox bouncing his dick deliciously, breasts bobbing along, and then he could hold no more. “Cumming… Right about… Now!” His insides twitched and the first spurt planted itself right up against Michelle’s cervix, just as she reacted to his declaration. She didn’t stop, just changing to shorter jerkier hip-lifts as her hands darted down to between her legs where she tweaked her clit furiously… and with the other hand, pressed down on her own bladder. Being a female, it wasn’t filled with jizz. Michelle let loose all over Jerome’s crotch while his semen streamed into her, fox urine and femcum flooding over him indistinguishable through her howling orgasm and her cunt clamped repeatedly onto his knob to milk everything left from him too until nothing was left in either of them. After it shuddered to a halt she sagged onto him, cuddling into his front. “You have such a nice cock.” She murmured into his shoulder. “Great balls too.” “You’re not bad yourself.” Gasped Jerome, still out of breath. He was warm and soggy, totally spent and content and… oh. “Shiiiit. My bed’s soaked.” “Worth it though, huh?” Voice teasing, Michelle nibbled at the rat’s ear. “Yeah. Just, fuck, warn me next time…. There is going to be a next time, right?” “Hell yes, sexy boy. Swap contact info?” “…Only if you help get the sheets into the wash.” “Extortionist…. Fine, deal.” [center]The End[/center]