Point of No Return ------------------ > @vellet_nsfw: Every orgasm makes you more sensitive and productive- but your cock doesn't grow, so you just get more and more backed up > Phenos: No-nut november except you fail, and incur 'non-stop nut' instead exponentially His dark-furred digits once again curled, digging into the covers, the little claws at their ends piercing through the fabric and pulling out a few threads. His toes splayed and curled involuntarily as he desperately tried to keep himself from shifting around too much. He barely dared to breathe, laying as still as he could while every one of his rapid heartbeats sent another tingle up his spine. It felt like it had been hours at this point. When jolted awake from his all too enjoyable dream it was still dark out, but now the rays of the morning sun were shining through the blinds. Their light reflected off of the rigid, tense, heavy member bouncing over his chest, its taut surface glistening wet with precum all but flowing from it in a constant stream, pouring down onto his belly and soaking the mattress through and through. He almost blamed that extra bit of pudge for his predicament. But really, it was his own fault for enjoying himself far too frequently, even multiple times a- His eyes clenched shut and he inhaled sharply. With held breath, he tore holes into the wet fabric underneath as his entire body tensed up. Colorful splotches filled his vision, every pulse made his muscles convulse, every fiber of his being fighting against the seemingly inevitable release. Churning and gurgling filling the room, every throb of his shaft so strong that it rattled the frame of his bed, entire gallons of pre gushing forth and splattering right under his chin. He sputtered. It shouldn't be *this* hard. Yesterday was already torturous to the point he had to take off his pants and let his constant, thickening effusions pour into a bucket that he could have really used a few more hands to aid in emptying in ever shorter intervals. And now he was all but a nervous wreck spending all of his energy to keep himself together. He shook his head and ground his teeth, looking down at his pulsing erection with anger. He'd prove who was really in control. He exhaled with a determined expression furrowing his brow. Followed by a defeated whimper and his limbs becoming limp. His breath had been enough. He could feel the familiar tingle. His balls tensed up and their noises became a pervasive cacophony of glorping groans that reverberated off the walls. The pumping of his shaft resumed with new vigor, its underside bulging out as it heaved with the thick, hot liquid billowing up through it. For a few desperate moments, he squeezed the trembling mast against his chest, trying to stem the flow - but quickly surrendering to a force much stronger than what his arms could fight against. With a defeated expression, he gulped, staring at the flared tip aiming right at him. Hesitantly, he opened his maw and wrapped his lips around it, on one hand cursing himself for losing so easily, on the other all too glad that he could relax and indulge instead of battling himself. His lids fluttered as he felt the hot mass blast into his mouth. His cheeks bulging and lips tightening, feeling the thick, heavy liquid pump its way down his distending throat. His gut beginning to swell up immediately, the contents sloshing and gushing within, the fur on its surface starting to rub and squeeze against his shaft from below. A shiver went through him as the familiar warmth spread throughout him. His shoulders relaxed, his vision unfocused and his arms embraced his shaft in a comfortable hug. It seemed like one, continuous rope lasting forever, so much stress was taken from him. Smiling on the inside, he let the volumes of his own seed flow into him unabated, making his loss of control all too sweet a failure. Well, actually... his belly kept bulging out further, squishing around the sides of his shaft and pushing it up. He let out a nervous, bubbling wince, his hug tightening to try and keep his cock escaping from his muzzle. No, not only did the shot continue, it continued increasing in strength. He felt his throat push out under his chin. The seal around his member failing, strings of seed splurching out from his lips and gushing out of his nose from the pressure. His head craning back and his shaft pulling out from the combined billowing of his throat and belly, until eventually he simply couldn't hold out against the floods and his shaft broke free with an audible pop. He sputtered and gasped as the rope arched through the air, droplets breaking off and splattering against the walls and onto the floor. With hazy eyes and a worried expression he watched the continuous stream only thicken as it burst forth, coating the opposite wall in a messy plastering of the sticky mass. He could hardly believe the sheer amounts of seed had even remotely fit into him. He could only lay there panting, hoping that it wouldn't keep going, already it was reaching dangerously close to the ceiling. But lucky for him, that's where it began to ebb off, acquitted by an exasperated sigh. He let his head sink into his pillow, closing his eyes for a moment. At least it was over now. Maybe it wasn't all lost, a release like this should have been able to hold him over for another while. He could still make his struggles worth something at least. Now that the splashing had mostly died down, he pushed himself off and rolled onto his side, his legs swinging off of his bed and feet landing on the floor with a splash. With a wobbling slosh of his overfull gut, he stood up. His knees bent from the unbelievable heft between his legs. His nuts dropped to the floor, making the whole room shake upon impact, roiling and churning angrily. He could barely let out a quiet whimper in response, seeing his turgid shaft all but still rock-hard and eager and barely able to realize just how much fuller he felt before the next barrage of pleasure elicited a quivering scream. He fell to his knees as the next rope blast forth so strong that it made the floorboards tremble upon impact. His hands hit the floor and his bloated belly perched itself atop the bulging shaft. His teeth clenched as his moans continued on, fists beating on the ground as the puddle of white tried to spread out, but was mostly held in shape by just how thick it was. He squeezed his lids shut and tried to order his thoughts. He looked at the terrible mess he'd made so far. With all his might, he pushed himself back onto his feet, one hand supporting himself on the wall while the other was wrapped under his swollen gut, carrying it along as he waddled across the room. Each wobbly step a struggle as his nuts swung against his balance, the recoil from the constant stream of seed only adding to the difficulty. He outright slammed himself into the restroom door, stumbling into the tile-covered room, hefting his shaft over the edge of the bathtub. With a sigh from his wide open maw, his tongue stretching out and his eyes rolling up, he let go of his belly, letting it hang free in all its distended shape. The splashing splatters of seed into the large, ceramic tub seemed muted to his clouded senses, the little window fogging up from the humid heat rising. He simply stood there, unceremoniously letting himself go while his mind trailed off into the void of ecstatic numbness. His breath slowed and his head slumped, tongue hung out from his flew. His blurry vision returned as he felt something hot and sticky pour onto his paws. Cross-eyed and disoriented, it took him several seconds to sort his thoughts and return to consciousness. With his body swaying like in a drunken stupor, he looked down to survey what he'd done. He saw it clearly, but it only slowly dawned on him. His tongue retracted into his mouth. His pupils contracted. His large digits wrapped around his unruly mane as he processed the fact. That was a 100 gallon tub, overflowing. A deep, ominous, roaring gurgle ripped him out of his stupor. His eyes went wide. It really couldn't be. He gasped. He stumbled, falling backwards and landing on the toilet seat. He tried to crawl back, away from himself, from his pulsing, throbbing erection still spewing an idle stream and his nuts so taut and overfilled that their rumbling knocked over the bottles of soap on the counter. He could feel them getting fuller. The churning, sputtering, sloshing as their production amplified. He clung to the porcelain in desperation as he felt it welling up, holding his breath and grinding his teeth, ears folded back to try and shut out the noise. It was chaos made of desperate moans, raining plaster, gushing splurches, cracking wood, noisy splatters, shattering glass, unhinged pleasure and just so, so much cum. Within seconds, he'd turned the restroom into a sticky, white cave. Every single millimeter of walls, ceiling, floor and fixtures covered under at least a foot of hot, steaming, heavy seed. And it was getting worse by the moment. Panic set in. He had to get out. He stumbled, onto his feet and began to wade through the deluge of his own making. From the corner of his eye, he watched the tides rush through the hall and into the other rooms. The sliding door before him flew off of its hinges from the force of the flood. He stumbled out into the what should have been cool morning air, but what instead was a steamy haze of hot musk. He hung himself over the railing of the balcony and let his legs bend at the knees. Panting and barely conscious, he was vaguely aware of the folks down below that had already gathered due to the strange noises from the apartment on the third floor and were now treated to a full-blown view of the bloated, disheveled and messy marten surrendering to his needs. All too quickly though, they faded away as he was lost to bliss. His eyes fluttered open to a view of the rushing rivers of white lapping at the cusp of the little platform he was standing on before the next rope tore him from his senses once again.