Badgering
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Axle's toes curled and his hands twitched in front of his chest. His mouth opened to a wide smile over his closed eyes, enjoying what they saw behind their lids. The back of his head rolled around on the pillow, long breaths filled with excitement. So shapely, so smooth and oh so enticing. He could almost feel the soft fluff under his fingers. Her warm body against his. Her breath on his face. His lips met hers for a deep, passionate kiss.

His jaw was yanked open so fast he could hear the hinges pop. The incoming mass forced itself into his mouth and hit the back of his throat, his entire body pulled together by the gagging reflex. Tears welling over his eyes, spine arching, legs kicking up, but being held in place by the weight on his chest and shoulders. His digits dug into the handfuls of plush fur, feeling the spheres he was holding quiver and gurgle lightly in response. A confused, disoriented and startled little moan tried to bubble up, but was muffled thoroughly halfway through.

The badger squeezed his lids shut, trying to get the water out from under them and get his dilated pupils to show him more than vague shapes. His hands grabbed and thrashed around aimlessly, struggling to free himself from whatever he was caught beneath. These orbs just swung away by his attempt to push them. The fuzzy stems next to them made the bed wobble, but were totally unmoving. The thing going into him was soft, squishy and felt so hot to the touch that he retracted his grasp from it in surprise. He froze as his vision focused, stopping his writhing to process what he was in and what was in him.

A strange, black mass, shiny and with valleys in its surface. A white wall. A fluffy, flat chest bordered by rose-colored curls. A face more tender than the girl in his dreams. Emerald eyes peering right into his, reflecting his visage with puffed-up cheeks in their hypnotizing depths half-covered by the coral lids adorned with voluminous lashes. Thin, dark lips stretching to a smirk, sharp teeth peeking through at the edges. A dainty hand brushing the hair out of her-

"Tsk, can't believe you're choking on my dick already, it's barely halfway in!"

The voice was soft and gentle. The thrust of his hips was anything but. The strain on his muzzle made itself heard by a crackle reverberating through the bone. The two feet of meat sliding down his esophagus as if it weren't violently stretched around its girth along the way, nor did his arms stemming themselves against it do any part in slowing the descent. The impact on his snout made his head snap back and bury itself into the cushion, his hands grabbing at his throat, terrified to feel it distend that far, squeezing and clutching it, not managing to move it a single inch upwards. The resulting throb definitely expanded its circumference, the forces pushing his jaw out and his chin up just a little further, eyes forced shut by the pressure from below. His legs thrashed wildly, wiggling helplessly in the air. He tried to scram instinctively, but what he got out was hardly a sound, more just a tiny tickle along the fat shaft taking up his entire gullet.

"Don't suffocate yet. You got a lot more mink left to deal with."

Axle wheezed as the blockage suddenly cleared, air pulling in through his nose and his head leaving the cushioned confines enough to let him see the arms reaching down to him. Hips rising up, legs straightening and soft, girthy cock sliding out by the pound, each fold and vein a noticeable bump that didn't affect its speed at all. His strained expression almost relaxed for a bit, right before the strong grip on the back of his scalp made dread well up within him.

"And try to not pass out from the concussion."

With a grunt, the fuzzy crotch plummeted toward him. The slurping, creaking noise of all that meaty heft barreling down his pre-stretched throat, bringing it right back out of shape with enough force that he could feel the muscles on his esophagus snap outright as they all too foolishly obstructed the passage. His collarbones bent themselves around the bulge cramming itself past his neck, the vertebrae on the other side popping worryingly. He tried to brace for the impact.

Despite how soft he looked, his crotch hit him like a club to the face. With a smack that rang through the room, his lower jaw was torn from its hinges, dropping down and taking its place snugly in the beginning of the cleft of the sack that came swinging after. It crashed right below his chest with enough force to break a pair of ribs and outright shatter another two. Axle's body almost folded itself in half his feet brushing over the thighs that were effortlessly mustering the strength to wreck him like this, regretting his gasps as his lungs now felt like they were on fire, the air within them unable to rush out of the crushed pipe that was its only available route.

"Mhh, you feel pretty good when you're broken-in! But I bet breaking you apart is gonna be even better~"

Being held in place by a tight grasp around his head, the black shaft slid back out of him, the soft mass billowing over his lips as the pressure on it let up. His entire frame let out a series of unduly relaxing cracks as it partially returned to its previous shape for at least a moment. A concert of bubbling, wheezing and whistling escaped through his nose. He would have coughed if he could have, but the torn musculature in his throat wasn't capable of anything except provide another source of searing pain, making it all too overly clear to him that he was being used far beyond his safe limits. Something that his assailant candidly disregarded.

"Oh, don't start whining now. Try making more of the crunching and tearing noises, I like those better!"

The hips plunged onto him with such vigor that he could feel his lips and tongue heat up as the smooth skin raced over them. Despite how soft that slab of meat was, the sheer girth made it hardly yield at all on the way down to brutalize his gullet further. His throat-turned-cockslide gave up its last semblance of function as his trachea snapped fully, reducing its unreasonable resistance against the fat dick punching his clavicles in twain with a profound crack. His head descended not just into the pillow, but deep into his mattress, the entire bed sliding a good foot and a half across the ground under significant protest from its construction. All in all, it did shield him quite well from the brunt of the thrust though, given that the sack slamming down felt like an explosion going off with a muffled boom, simply pulverizing the already battered ribs into a fine powder and adding a little groan from the floor to the list of ongoing complaints.

The low growl showed displeasure at that particular circumstance. The push on the back of his head increased, lifting him out of the soft pit of his covers protecting him and into the softer crotch intending his ruination. His neck craned backwards, jaw folding open, his entire face digging into the warm, unyielding wall. The pressure kept on mounting, teeth bent out of the way and the edges of his mouth being stretched wider and wider, feeling like they would tear at the seams. The agonizing seconds of getting his snout spread apart seemed to last a couple of eternities, but the hands only stopped strengthening their clamp as they felt the cartilage snap. They remained in place and clenched.

"Stop hiding in your bed. If you're taking me, you gotta take the damage too."

The waist swung up so fast that a meaty shlurp resounded, the member drawn out so far that the rim of the glans popped from his lips and the tip came to a rest against the roof of his mouth. He could feel the weight of those balls being flung into the air. His stomach sunk with dread at just how much skull-busting force was behind it. Despite the pain it brought, he reached his arms upward. He stemmed against the left thigh, locking his arm like a pillar to hold off the collapse as his other hand grabbed at the shaft about to drill into him. With all his strength he pulled, trying to yank it just by a few vital inches to get it out of him and save his face.

His fingers just sunk into the flesh. Unyielding, unmoving, maybe squishing a little. Responding with a happy twitch, still aimed right on target. The sound of the pulse less audible and more simply a sensation ringing throughout his being, amplifying the fear that rung through every last part, no matter how broken or yet intact. On the other side, he felt the muscles on the leg tightening. His fur stood on end. His eyes widened, focusing on the deep, dark surface bending, veins bulging, grooves forming as it entered descent. His entire body shook where it could, aside from his arm still steadfast and determined to stay that way. Legs thrashing, stomach tensing up, lids squinting in preparation of the struggle he saw coming.

"Get smashed up."

His divination abilities could have clearly used more honing. With a sharp, searing strain and an uncomfortable, thumping crack, his right arm was outright dislocated from his shoulder. His spine warped in agony, his left instinctively reached for the source of the pain. The following snap coming from his wrist luckily made him flinch away a moment later as the rest of his limb began its process of rearrangement into a far more compact accordion shape. To his misfortune however, this meant the thrust simply continued on at full force, no matter how much he tried to crane his neck backwards, but tightly held in place by the mink's grip.

The tip hit the back of the gaping tunnel that used to be his throat with so much speed that he felt the impact ripple through his entire body. His vision was replaced by a flurry of stars, his ears rang shrill, three of his extremities lapsed in their anticipatory contraction and joined his arm in flopping limply to the sides. The masses of meat didn't bend down again to blow his chest to pieces though. The flaccid beast supported only by its own sheer thickness wasn't swayed any more by a few far too small passages than it was by a mere limb.

The ringing was replaced by a deep, turgid crack. Axle's muscles sprung back to life from pure impulse racing along his spine, his entire being trying to recoil from the monster invading his head. The pressure rose behind his eyes tears pouring out of the edges, his lids unable to shut anymore. He watched his own snout bend up and snap into his forehead, his cheekbones squeezing themselves into the sides of his vision. Weighty, meaty crunches amplified through his skullcap tearing at the seams, every millimeter ramping up the sheer volume of all that dick blasting its path right into him. So loud he couldn't even hear his own thoughts, the tension rising, the shaft's surface rippling around the entrance it ruined. His pupils retracted until the tunnels let barely a single spot of light through before the crashing explosion shut it out completely.

"Cheeheehee, wow, you must do this *a lot*!"

The voice came in muffled and monaural, the ringing still taking up most of his hearing. His eyelid was pulled open, his eye darting toward the smug, cruel smile behind the girly giggles.

"And you're still doing *fine*, awesome~"

He let the lid fall shut again and instead moved his fingers to the other side. The stentorian boom from the subsequent throb made it fly open once more, a primal scream forming within the wracked badger and billowing out as a raw, creaking gurgle that echoed from the cavity of his throat, unable to penetrate the volumes of flesh stretching his maw. He reached up to hold his head, his shattered limb only succeeding at producing agony, while the digits on his left found what in hindsight he may not have wanted to explore. His face crumpled from the brutal thrust, his cheek torn and letting the cockmeat peek through, his mouth a gaping hole with eyes sunken into their recesses. As his hand moved over, he sensed the uneven pieces of his skull shifted against each other, first overlapping, as he got further then pulling apart. His shaking fingers felt the humid heat already holding still several inches before touching the skull-piercing leviathan that had popped out of his right ear. An awfully twisted sense of "fine" this was.

"Oh, you wanna help me rub?"

His wrist was grabbed and his palm unceremoniously shoved deep into the soft, warm, moist mass of mink meat. He felt the veins brush along under his fingertips, their idle pulsing in unison with the thumps reverberating through his head. They slid across the surface across small grooves and large folds, the further he got the louder the creaking from below became. The muscles of its urethra relaxed, a crackling elicited from his skull as the pressure ever so slightly redacted - before a heavy contraction split his dislocated cheekbone in half as the plump underside demanded more room to spread out in. His body instinctively tried to ball itself up as an ill-fated protection mechanism, but with his working arm held in place, he only really pulled his legs up.

There was a wet, slightly muffled slap, followed by a low chuckle. Axle was pulled forward by virtue of still being thoroughly pierced by the thick dick trailing its owner's descending path. Plump, plush cheeks seated themselves on his abdomen, fluffy tail swishing out of the way and one hand reaching down while the other remained to continue caressing the beast. One dainty finger poked right under the tip of the rock-hard, almost blushing-red erection, squeezing it a little deeper into the cleft of his rear. The rush of precum splurting out made an audible mess, shooting up like a fountain and splattering onto all of the bed, the floor, the mink and his dilapidated toy. Out of the corner of the eye not forced shut by too much cock, he spotted a toothy grin forming.

"Wow, you're *so* into this!"

Without regard for comfort, Axle was almost flung into the air as his doom in flesh and fluff slid off of him and stood up. Letting his grip go, the badger simply slumped, sliding off of his cock with a loud, heavy shlurping noise that thrashed around in his head all the while, the sensation of all that meat grinding through him firing all kinds of synapses and making random muscles twitch and spasm until he finally collapsed to a broken, misshapen, pathetic pile on the ground with a series of thumps, cracks and squelches.

"Now I really wanna know..."

The mink sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs and reached out to grab the base of an ear, pulling up his plaything with one arm, with strength that shouldn't fit into his thin, lithe frame. Axle saw the steam rising from the shiny, black mass as it nuzzled itself against his cheek, its plump lips parting as if giving him a big, gentle kiss as his jaw hang down much like the rest of his limp body. Which was in stark contrast to the other, brutish treatment of grasping his head without regard for fingers holding onto broken bone and moving him into position to plunge into his ear again - his still unruined left one, of course, just for the fun of breaking it in.

"...what's gonna blow first - your dick or your skull?~"

He gasped as he was shoved into the behemoth that responded with a happy pulse. The stretching and creaking of its flesh was all too loud right there against him, its head heaving up a little as it expanded. Its length gained a few centimeters, but its girth became even more obscenely fat, packing on noticeable pounds then and there. A deep, rumbling slosh gurgled up from below, the added weight in his sack making the bed frame squeak in surprise.

"Hm, looks like it's wearing off already. So my bet's on the latter, survive and I'll give you the first-class treatment!"

The pressure against his skull rose all too quickly. It felt like he was strapped into a vice grip with a pair of hands pulling on him on one side and a deadly beast on the other, its softness feeling less and less so as it kept squeezing itself closer. Its lips wrapping around his cheek easily, the warmth from within blasting against the side of his crumpled face, making it seem like he'd sooner be swallowed by it than getting run through. But the motion continued unabated, completely disregarding the amplifying crunches of his skull being squashed and the desperate wheezing as he felt like his head was about to be crushed instead. But his helpless clawing at the mink's wrists seemed to only bring a little more enjoyment, a playful snicker interrupted by the loud snap of the side of his face collapsing in on itself.

Axle couldn't even writhe in the agony. His body was reduced to a haphazardly twitching mess, spasms of his limbs and spine all he could manage as far as struggles went. It was like half of his head was pushed in on its own self, the cracks of the plates of his skullcap so loud and sharp that the sound echoed off the walls. He could hear the heaving pulses of the monster drilling into him, the low groans of flesh billowing into the crevices and the meaty thumps of it widening the passage. His face bulged out, eyes torn wide open involuntarily, his crumpled nose shoved out of the way once more like the loose bits of cartilage that it was. He could feel the folds slide over the back of his throat, wisps of steam spilling from his mouth with each breath, a boiling heat along with them that tried to melt his scrambled thoughts. Every millimeter another deafening crack, resounding snap and booming throb, the structure of his head being ground apart until it finally gave way and let it through.

The long way down to the base was accompanied by a continuous, visceral shlurp that grated his brains to pulp. He convulsed violently, limbs twisting themselves into impossible positions, muscles straining beyond their breaking point. His hips turning and writhing, back curling back and forth, legs thrashing like mad. And yet, his shaft throbbed so hard it slammed into his belly with a noisy splat, its urethra bulging out and flared tip shooting out another rope worth several pints of thick, heavy pre, the flow not reducing below the level of a broken faucet as he bottomed out against the mink's hips. It was more holes than head now, run through in its entirety with a dick so fat that its meat came billowing out of the gaping chasm that was once his mouth, tongue hanging uselessly underneath.

Instead of a degrading quip, there was only a quiet, suppressed "nrrf." Which, somehow, was all the more worrying. The grip renewed, finding purchase on the smashed-up head and holding tight at whatever was under them. Without giving Axle a chance to fully take in his new, overfull headspace, his head was yanked up, sliding along the entire length and drowning his already hard to think thoughts in slurping noises that felt like they were piercing his ears even more. Every inch along the girthy, veined cock bombarded his synapses with impulses that sent him into ever more twisted contortions as he was hoisted by his skull, until he felt the tip pop back for the next stroke.

"Mff, they should sell fleshlights of your head!"

With a noisy plap and another series of worrying cracks, he was smashed back down to the base, bottoming out with such force that he felt the ripples tingle through his entire body. Another volley of precum blew out, thicker and milkier than the previous spurt, continuing on for a solid four seconds and painting a long streak across the floor all the way to the far wall. Which was just enough time to be lifted up and pounded down once more, with a little, forthcoming help of the mink's hips. Along with the deafening crash there was a series of groans and creaks, the masses of flesh inside him heaving and stretching. The pressure within him rose by another few PSI as the beast gained another pound of weight. The next shot of pre arrived so fast that it was almost a continuous stream from the previous one, the only difference being that the wall was now getting splattered in earnest.

"Wow, you're *such* a slut for getting your skull plowed through~"

Axle couldn't even twitch and writhe anymore as the pace picked up. Getting his head reamed with no regard to the recurrent, muffled crunches of his bones being disintegrated into ever smaller chunks, the left side of his face already a deformed wreck of too many fierce poundings to count, broken past recognition and used beyond its limits. Every stroke got stronger, the thrusts along with them more pronounced, the noises of the impacts accompanied by his bed squeaking and shifting by the brutal reaming. The mink's expression softened, his lids hanging over his rolled-up eyes not even looking at his masturbation aid anymore, a pleasured grin that twitched with every additional surge of size, an occasion that became more and more frequent.

With a grunt, he suddenly lifted himself off the bed onto his feet, dragging the badger along with him, holding him in place as his hips swung back and then rammed themselves into his head with full force. The violent, resounding crash brought his limbs back to life, spasming for all they were worth. His consciousness was cut outright for a moment, falling into silent, cold, black void, before the feeling of his balls pulling tight brought him back to the hot, steaming, ebony beast clearly getting ready to turn his skull into shrapnel.

The next, vicious thrust felt like an explosion going off right inside him. What was left of his skull was utterly obliterated, his entire face now just stretching around the pulsing monster of flesh running him through. It surged, swelling larger with hefty lurches in girth, taking more space than his head had to offer for it. Wound so tightly around the rippling folds, the pressure was getting too much. He only vaguely realized how it pulled back into position to be blown apart for good. Too broken to even muster a whimper, he gave in to the inevitable.

"Ooh!"

With a joyous, squeaking coo, the grasp on him loosened. The force of Axle's cumshot was so strong that it made him swing around the meaty rod hanging him up, gallons upon gallons of thick, heavy seed blasting out in a mighty fountain that effortlessly slammed into the ceiling and covered the room in speckles, puddles and streaks. Rope after rope after rope spewed out of him like it was his last, his nuts churning out an entire pool's worth each, painting the walls a splotchy off-white. The mink clapped his hands together with pure glee.

"Amazing, haha, you really *did* get off to getting your head busted like a flimsy toy~"

The next throb of the black shaft made it widen at the base, a further bout of size rippling up its length, easily putting on another whole foot of girth right then and there. More than too much to tear even a trained badger's head to ribbons, with not being held in place, he instead was simply blown off the beast with a wet pop. He keeled over without support landing on his side in a pond of his own seed, only lightly twitching in response as he rolled onto his belly, his orgasm still blowing out underneath and turning the floor into a lake.

"Thanks for the show, but I gotta get going now. I'm not used to being so gentle and I *really* need to bust a slut."

With a heavy thud, six feet of soft, steaming mink meat landed on Axle's back, making the liquids around him splash up. A good bit longer than he was tall and significantly wider than his slim frame, it seemed like far too large a tool for him to wield so nimbly. Shifting his legs to give his churning sack the room it demanded, he pulled it back behind the badger, planted the tip against his rear and pushed forward. After being mopped across the floor, what was left of his face rammed into the trim of the wall before sliding up, coming to a rest as it braced him for his stuffing.

"Hope you enjoyed the delicate treatment so far! I'll have fun tearing you to thin, wispy shreds."

Folds formed on the shaft as he kept moving forward, Axle's rear straining to take the head in. After some creaking and groaning from the masses of flesh squeezing themselves into place, his legs were grabbed and pulled back. His pelvis bent, cracking against the pressure for mere moments before snapping in twain. Dozens of pounds of meat shoved themselves into him, his gut stretching tightly around it, every vein and groove clearly visible through its surface. The tip smooshed against the wall with a thud and an ominous creak.

"This place is coming down and you're blowing up."

He felt the sudden strain. A crack ran up to the ceiling. The mink's plush body nestled up to him, bottoming out against his butt and resting his chin on his shoulder. Hands grasped around his waist, rubbing gently along them. He heard the low rumbling noise in the deep breaths. An idle contraction making the whole room shake. The whisper echoed through his hollowed-out head, reverberating louder than any thought he himself could manage to conjure up.

"This is how you die, cocksleeve~"

A deafening crash made the crack widen. Plaster rained down from the ceiling. The force of the thrust ripped through Axle's body, making his limbs flail wildly as the crackling of what was left of his skeleton reduced him further to a smooth sleeve. His belly bulged out under protest, his ribs snapped as their cage couldn't even begin to hold the girth, his legs were pulled straight as swelling cock simply added ample length to its base to ram into him once again. His arms were splayed out as the monster came pushing up his pre-stretched throat, offering little resistance to the relentless advance, thick, hot steam billowing from the used-up orifices in his deformed face.

In the next moment, his neck snapped back. With a deep, heavy groan, six feet of mink cock surged from the hole that used to be a mouth, in addition to about the same amount thrusting into him with too much force for the structural integrity of his body and his home to handle. His head was stretched around it just like the rest of him, a tight sleeve squeezing into the flesh, creaking and straining with every pulse and throb. The giant tip smashed into the ceiling, splitting it apart with a series of cracks. Support beams snapped and came plummeting through the fissures above, the cold attic air falling along with them and quickly getting heated up by the sauna-like conditions that the massive endowments brought on. Through hazy eyes of he watched his bedroom turn to rubble behind the mink's nuts swelling up as his expression visibly changed from the need overtaking him, his smug grin turning more primal and beastly by the moment.

The thrust felt like it, too. Accompanied by a squeaking grunt, hips slammed into his rear with meteoric force, the impact outright smashing him through the wall like it was paper. The fat shlong falling with the heft of a mammoth tree, thumping down onto the living room floor and ripping a crater into it. The shockwave easily blew anything remotely resembling furniture, decoration or any other feature apart into nothing but shreds and splinters, making the place thoroughly unlivable. Windows shattered and doors blew out by the pressure of displaced air, the entire house shuddering to its foundations from the fall and continued to do so as its invader wound up for the next thrust, his lids hanging halfway down, lips parted wide and tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.

The tip came crashing through the back wall, flinging brick and mortar out for hundreds of feet into the early morning sky and making them rain down on the gardens and fields outside. His balls blew out of the sides, the front door quivering and cracking between their cleft, shingles sliding along them and shattering on the ground. The noises of a badger stretching rang out all the way to the surrounding forest, his spine breaking apart at the seams as he was pulled along the surging length. The savage growl grew distant, but the rapidly amplifying brutality of the mink's motions didn't leave any doubt to where it was driving him, letting the mindless ecstasy overtake his consciousness and give in to the monstrous fervor raging under the surface.

Wham. The remnants of his former home were blown to smithereens, nothing but dust and rubble getting buried under the enormity. The fence on his back yard crumpled like leaves. The violent lurches added dozens of feet of mass at a time, each twitch strong enough to make the ground shake and the trees in the distance rustle with worry. Thwap. Axle had never quite plowed his berry field like this, digging a huge trench through the middle of it with his overstretched body an ever thinner sleeve around the hefty beast. Whumph. Crash. Thoom.

The thrusts became ever stronger, ever faster, ever more erratic. Monstrous instincts taking hold of him, the raw, furious pounding sending earthquakes through the surrounding area, tearing open ravines, snapping of branches or outright uprooting part of the woods. The ruined cock sock struggling to contain the tons upon tons of flesh reaming him with ferocious brutality, overstuffing him until he felt the tips of the trees brush under his throat while still deepening the crater that used to be his house hundreds of feet away, sensations of pure delight for the mink lost in his horrific euphoria.

The deafening, booming crashes of him getting battered over and over and over again rang out for miles around, the force of noise alone tearing leaves and needles off of the twigs they belonged to and adding to the chaos with their flurries of green. The black behemoth rising over the canopy, a hulking, gargantuan beast with a tight, striped sleeve wrapped around its bulk, stretched so infinitesimally thin that the glistening skin shone through its surface. The folds contoured exactly, bringing the tension on the abused toy to the brink of disaster.

Shriiip. Axle's consciousness flared up again, searing agony snapping his eyes wide from blissful lapse of thought. The pulsing flesh spilled out from the tear in his gut, widening as the masses struggled free from their tight confines. With heavy, dull pops, more of his overstretched form ripped open, the fuzzy coat quickly gaining many shiny, black splotches that grew larger in time with the savage thrusts shaking the earth and surges of size burying forest under the gigantic pillar of meat and the pair of rumbling, gurgling balls wrecking anything in their way. He could feel his imminent rupturing only fuel his demolisher's abject joy.

The splotches melded together as the unyielding enormity gleefully shredded through its plaything, the striped covering quickly reduced to a precious few strips along the length of the mile-wide monster. Its sleeves vision only seeing the thick steam before it too faded to nothing. The pounding and throbbing overtaking its every sense. Coming apart at its seams, sinking as thin strands engulfed by the folds. Lost to the merciless ebon beast, its relentless tides enveloping all. Dwindling to mere threads strung like floss around its ungodly girth. Sunken deep into the ravines in the flesh. Pulled tight to their absolute breaking point. Stretched into infinitesimally fine filaments.

Snapped.