Reunion Day
A Tanuki Rite of Passage


It was about a year since Felix noticed his body changing. Something that his dad let him know would happen and all tanuki boys. He was growing, fast. For most of his single digit years he used to look down at his little coinpurse trying to imagine how it could ever be like his father's, pendulously swaying between his knees as he walked around the house. Felix had an obsession with them ever since they broke his fall after taking his very first clumsy toddling steps He fondly recalled his first memory of faceplanting safely into his dad’s soft, warm balls, saving him from kissing the living room floor. 


He’d always been at eye level with them since he could walk. He was used to them. Just watching them sway brought him comfort. He would struggle to take his eyes off them when speaking to his father. “Eyes up here, Felix” was a common refrain growing up. It’s not fair! He thought. But his strongest attachment to them was their scent. Many a long nightmare-filled night was soothed by jumping in bed with his daddy, his head sinking into the soft cleft between the two soccer-ball sized nuts as he clutched one close to his chest like a beloved stuffed animal. Sometimes he would just pretend to sleep on them but try and stay awake as long as he could. His favorite nights were the ones where he laid awake, just resting his eyes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his dad’s pudgy belly above him and the vibration of his entire little body as Dad snored with his loud, bassy snore, all the while losing himself in comforting musk until the sun came up. At least, that’s what he liked to think; in reality he never made it past the 4 hour mark before succumbing to sleep, rocked and vibrated into submission.


His dad’s balls were his comfort item. If he ever got lost it’s what he looked for first. Being the only tanuki family in his town, he’d be able to spot his dad’s balls in a crowd much more easily than trying to look at everyone’s faces. They became a symbol of safety for him in his toddler years.


Felix had a hard time weaning off them. Like an old pacifier, you can’t keep using it forever. So once he reached school age, his dad tried cutting him off cold turkey. It didn’t work as he’d hoped. Felix was struggling to pay attention, instead choosing to lay on the floor of his kindergarten room cuddling whatever big, soft, spherical things he could find. After his teacher recommended a softer approach and tips to help him gradually reduce his attachment. It went well for a couple months. He was sleeping well, paying attention in class, and the amount of time he spent attached to his dad’s nuts gradually diminished.


What neither his dad nor his teacher anticipated was the extinction burst behavior about halfway through the weaning. Suddenly he was paying less attention in school again and standing in the doorway of his parents’ bedroom, sniffling, wiping tears, babbling about nightmares until his dad brought him in and nestled him into his favorite place in the whole world. They tried to tough it out, hoping it would pass, but after a month straight of nut-nuzzling nights, another emergency meeting between him, his parents, and his teacher ensued, wherein the only way he’d stop frustrating the adults and bouncing off the walls was if he was able to sit under the desk and cuddled his dad’s crotch while the grown ups talked.


That was the last day he’d be comforting himself with them. A stressed mom, dad, and teacher all soothed the defiant little tanuki boy who cried out in anger and fear, drying his tears with his dad’s thighs. They all breathed a sigh of relief when Felix reluctantly agreed to distance himself and behave, as long as he was able to get one final night of comfort, sinking deeply into the pliable flesh for 8 long emotional hours. He didn't sleep that night. He wanted to be ensconced in the scent for as long as possible in this moment, kissing and licking his dad's giant tanuki nuts all through the night to show his affection. But that was it. He’d have to be a big boy from now on. He promised.


And he’d been keeping that promise for the last 6 years. He’d stare from afar, sure. But he successfully resisted the almost overwhelming urge to sometimes slide up in his parents’ bed and nestle his head right in again.


The distance gave him room to think, too: would he ever get like that? Is that what he’s going to look like, too? He had no other tanuki families in town to compare to, no older boys or their dads to measure up against. Only his cute, tight pair and his dad’s low hangers. He asked his dad all the time about it. “Am I ever gonna look like that?” He’d pester at least once a month, only to receive the same answer every time. “I’ll tell you about it when you’re older.”


But one day the answer changed. After years of no information, a frustrated Felix yelled to his dad. “Why won’t you tell me?!” His father chuckled. “Alright, alright. I guess it’s been long enough. I’ll tell you on your next birthday.” Felix lit up with excitement at the answer, hugged his dad above the belt and skipped away happily.


The next morning, the fridge had a special message for him.


Only 99 days until Felix’s Reunion Day!


He cocked his head in confusion. Reunion Day? His dad entered, almost on cue.


“That’s what we call a tanuki boy’s 10th birthday. It’s a very special day for us, so get excited! You’re going to finally find out what happens as tanuki boys grow up.”


The following months passed by painstakingly slowly at first. He couldn’t get his mind off it. 


98 days.

97 days.


96 days.


But then it seemed to happen all at once. So much time had passed, and it felt to be passing both too fast and too slow. Before he knew it the fridge said ‘1 days’ and he could hardly sleep that night. He would finally find out. What happens? Reunion with what? He tossed and turned, racking his little brain trying to parse out the meaning. If it was what he hoped it was...


He awoke to the sound of chirping birds and a sunbeam brightly shining onto his bedding. Almost immediately he sprinted out of bed, the lack of sleep doing nothing to limit his excitement for presents and cake. His dad was already waiting for him on the sofa, bottomless, with his legs spread wide and butt leaned forward so his big tanuki ballsack hung low and free. He held his arms open, inviting his son back to his favorite place.


Felix ran forward and tripped on the carpet. He flailed a bit to try and regain footing but failed as he planted face first into the warm, safe, squishy confines of his dad’s gonads. He was speechless. He closed his eyes and took a big long whiff. The familiar scent wafting into his nostrils reminded him of his first encounter, when he tripped and fell face first just like this all those years ago.


His dad welcomed it this time, pressing a big paw into the back of Felix's head.


"Welcome back."


Felix rolled his head and snout around every fold of that massive fuzzy nutsack, sniffing deeply, assisted by the firm grip of his father pressing him in hard. The scent was so much stronger than he remembered. Brand new details for his nose to get lost in. His dad must have been preparing for this for a long time, getting his musk to be as strong as possible for his growing boy.


He let out a deep rumbling sigh that vibrated Felix as he sniffed.


"I've been looking forward to this too, you know. Finally I get to show you everything. It's just you and me. Something we'll share forever." He started mashing Felix’s face in a little more roughly, who responded with some affectionate kisses and licks. “And there’s a very special gift for you at the end of the day that you’re gonna keep with you for the rest of your life.”


Felix was a little surprised at how active his dad was this time. Normally he just laid down and let Felix cuddle, but this time he was more forceful, making sure to push his son’s snout into every nook, cranny, and crevice in and around that big beautiful ballsack. Felix squirmed with glee every time he got pushed into the gap between his dad's balls and inner thigh. It smelled so strong there, and the sensation triggered a cascade of memories, dozens of nights snuggled right in there, his snout squeezed tight between mounds of flesh.


He was right there again. So happy he could burst. His dad made sure to give him lots of time to dive in and refamiliarize himself before he shared the knowledge of the rite of passage about to take place. So he sat back on the couch and threw a movie on to keep himself occupied while Felix poked around his crotch. 


Not a millimeter was spared. That snout invaded every last spot it could. Every bit of musk. From right at the base of his dad's cock, all the way around to his taint, and everywhere in between, Felix's nose poked and prodded until the credits rolled.


"Now then," his dad started, looking down at the boy whose head he firmly gripped and pressed into his balls all morning, "it's time I told you all about it." He grasped his cock, continuing to push his son into his balls.


"There is a reason why mine looks so much different. When a tanuki boy reaches 10, it's something that his father has to pass down onto him."


Felix's dad stroked his cock, making it plump up to its full foot and a half length--something Felix had never seen before, and made him go wide-eyed with disbelief.


"Take a step back, boy."


Felix shuffled back, still on his knees and drunk from his dad's musk. But there he saw his dad completely differently. His cock finally matched the size of his balls! Looking at the whole thing just out like that, the cock head staring him in the face...Felix felt a bit of a tickle down near his crotch.


"You're feeling it, aren't you?" His dad guessed. Felix nodded. He felt it alright. An uncontrollable urge to seal his mouth around the head of his dad's cock suddenly overwhelmed him. Even stronger than the craving for his dad's ball musk. 


"Go ahead. Do what your body tells you to."


With permission granted, Felix opened his mouth wide and stretched his jaw over the thickness of his dad's cock head. 


"This is what you've been asking about all these years. You're gonna get balls just like daddy's by the end of the day. And all you have to do is swallow whatever comes out of here."


What ensued was a gentle, but firm working of Felix's throat by his father's cock. His sensitive gag reflex was gradually worked out through the long day, with the tantalizing end goal of getting to bottom out and push his face flush against his dad's soccer ball nuts and smell them while he tasted the full length of the shaft, long enough for the head to poke into his belly at that depth.


He seemed to be able to get a couple inches deeper every hour or so. It was nearly dinnertime before bottoming out seemed like a possibility, his dad gently pushing his limits and making sure to pace things so he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Eventually though his nose did finally squish up against that nutsack, and the moment it happened was cause for celebration. His father showered him with praise for a job well done, proud of his little boy on his big day. After holding him there for a minute he finally pulled his kid all the way off, giving him time to take some deep breaths.


“Having fun, kiddo?”


Felix nodded, exhausted. He could barely moan, let alone speak words after such a dramatic rearranging of his insides.


“Good. Because now it’s time! Your balls are finally gonna look like daddy’s!”


Between breaths, Felix managed to pant out a word.


“How?”


“Well, when I go nice and deep like that really fast, eventually what’s in my balls is gonna fill your body up. It’ll know what it’s for. And you can sit back and watch it happen. It felt so good when my dad did it to me, and I just know you’re gonna love it too. Now hang your head over the couch upside down--Yes, just like that! And take a deep breath…”


Felix obeyed, sucking in big lungfuls of air, punctuated by his father roughly ramming his 18 inch rod right down his throat at the peak, and fucking his son’s mouth hard.


“Now I’m gonna need you to be a really big boy,” his dad said, wanting to get out one last message before letting his base instincts take over. “Just breathe when you can, get comfy, and enjoy how it feels. I love you, Felix.”


At that moment Felix’s existence became a blur of wild, uncomfortable, and pleasurable sensations. From head to hilt it took a fraction of a second for his dad’s cock to plunge down his throat into his belly with such force that his balls swung back and struck his face like a pliable wrecking ball. It was about all he could make sense of down there. Dad’s cock slamming inside, and his massive ballsack thwapping outside, one after the other, constantly, punctuated by deep belly moans that Felix could feel down to his toes whenever his dad was all the way in.


Whatever natural light there was in the room gradually faded as the evening turned to night without a beat or thrust being missed. Felix’s constant glrk glrk glrk-ing from the intense facefucking and the slapping of spitty, sweaty tanuki balls against his face kept his dad’s libido high and his moans frequent. But it was time for the real reunion.


“G-Get ready, F-Felix!” His dad shuddered under his own pleasure, trying to prep his boy for the final stage of the passage into manhood. And with one final full-strength thrust, he hilted and his giant balls started pulsating.
He was deep enough for Felix to not have to swallow. His dad’s cum just pumped directly into his belly. Felix took immediate note of the ballsack resting against his face. It seemed to be shrinking, at about the same rate his belly was expanding.


...Expanding? He put a hand on his tummy, and surely enough it was rising up. His dad filled him up slowly, one thick spurt of cum at a time, until eventually Felix could see the rising sun from behind his dad’s now-shrunken balls, merely looking like a couple of softballs. With one smooth motion his dad pulled his now flaccid cock out of his boy’s throat. It flopped forward and swung around a few times from the momentum as it dripped saliva onto the floor. Felix felt his dad’s firm hand around his head again as it was lifted up and placed into his dad’s warm crotch as he sat down on the couch and rubbed his son’s belly proudly.


“You did amazing, Felix. All we have to do now is wait a little while.”


The tanuki boy’s eyes lit up through his exhaustion. “Does this mean…?”


His dad nodded. “Now you start your journey of manhood. Watch and feel. The day after Reunion Day is one of rest and transformation. All that stuff in your belly? Well, that was in my balls, if you couldn't tell. And that's what's gonna make your balls big too. We don't know how big yet, but your grandpa's dragged behind him on the floor and, well, these things tend to skip a generation.


"And don't worry," he added. "Mine'll be back to normal soon."


Felix's belly rumbled. He and his dad gasped.


"It's starting!"


A funny swelling feeling started coming from Felix's nutsack. He placed his palm against it, and felt it grow, and grow, and grow. Just like how his dad filled his belly, so too was his belly filling his balls. This was a feeling he'd been wanting to feel for his entire 10 years on this planet. To have his balls swell out, knowing he'd be carrying around something like that, that it'll be around forever. He was so excited to find out how big they would get. 


Hours passed as they swelled continuously. His dad monitored him the whole time, giving him snacks and drinks so he could just lie there and feel the never ending expansion. 


They reached Felix's knees. He expected it to slow down about now, but it showed no such sign. If anything, it was speeding up, needing to expand wider the longer it became.


The bottom of his ballsack continued to grow down his legs, and finally, after all this time, his new fully formed tanuki nutsack dangled just above his ankles and his belly was back to being flat.


"Well? Get up, try 'em out!" His dad exclaimed, lifting him off the couch and planting him on his feet. Felix looked down with joy and excitement, wiggling his hips around to feel the ballsack swaying around. It was about the same size as his dad’s, only transplanted onto his half-sized body, leaving about an inch of space between his sack and the floor.


“The perfect size!” hollered his dad, crouching down to admire it up close. He grabbed it with two hands, one nut in each, lifting and separating, playing around with his son’s junk for a while, and finishing off with a kiss. “Now let’s go clean up before your mom comes home. You’re gonna have to get used to moving around with that thing between your legs.”


It was so heavy. It was like learning to walk all over again. Felix stumbled around a few times, but with his dad to help him, he soon got used to it, learning how to use his hips to balance. That night, he’d be checking himself out in the mirror, swaying his butt and balls around hypnotically. He tucked himself into bed, admiring the massive bulge between his legs and brainstorming all kinds of new situations he might find himself in with his new body. And he was feeling an itch in a way he never did before--an urge to touch his cock that was now vastly outsized. He lifted the covers up a bit, and hit himself with a waft of his own newly strengthened tanuki ballmusk--a scent that reminded him of his dad, and a moment he’d always remember as the first thing that gave him a feeling he’d come to learn later as “libido”.