The Prescription "You should take 2 once a day, with food. Time of day isn't important, as long as you're consistent." the lanky ferret in the doctor's jacket explained as he handed Dave a bright orange bottle of pills. He continued, "They take about an hour to work, but you'll feel it kick in pretty soon." "What if I accidentally skip a dose, or take a second one on accident?" The pensive coyote replied, asked as he looked down at the bottle in his paw. The little pills were so small, could they really help that much? "Skipping a dose is no big deal, it'll just take another day or so to normalize your production. If you're not sure though, it's safer to skip a dose. The effects of this medication compound exponentially, so taking 2 extra pills has 4 times the effect. It can also dehydrate you if you're not careful." the ferret explained, adjusting his glasses as he made some scribblings on his notepad. "You can take this prescription to any pharmacy for a refill, but I advise you take it slow and see how the medication affects you first. Everyone's body chemistry is a little bit different." "Thanks doc." Dave nodded, taking two of the small chalky pills in his paw and downing them with a swallow of water from a disposable wax paper cup. "It's my pleasure, I hope you have a great afternoon." he nodded, tucked his pen into his clipboard, and padded out of the room toward his next patient. When the doctor had left, Dave opened the bottle again, poured 10 more pills into his paw, and swallowed. Take it slow, hah, Dave had never been one to take it slow. Doctors just say that so they don't get in trouble. What's the worst that could happen? ~~~ Dave leaned back on the hard plastic bus seat, holding his bag in his lap and tapping his paw arhythmically on the cold aluminum railing. Two bus transfers and nearly 45 minutes since he'd left the doctor's office, and the frustrated coyote still hadn't felt any effects of the new medication like the doctor told him he would. Annoyed, he pulled out the bottle, poured 4 more pills into his paw and swallowed them with a gulp. Still nothing. It was about 10 minutes away from his final bus stop when Dave began to feel a churning coming from his groin. Oh, finally!! He couldn't wait to get home and try it out, he'd been shooting blanks for so long it would feel amazing to cum again. The churning increased, and Dave began to feel his heart rate quickening, it felt like his pants were getting tighter. No, they weren't getting tighter, his balls were... getting bigger! He shifted the bag on his lap and looked down at his groin. Yeah, there was definitely some growing going on. Interesting, that wasn't one of the side effects the doctor had mentioned. As his pulse continued to speed up, he felt his shaft begin to harden as well. Dave took short, sharp breaths and reached a paw into his pants to rub himself, doing his best to hide it behind his backpack but unable to help himself. He was compelled beyond logic, he simply had to! The fertility medication was supposed to increase his cum production and help him get aroused more easily, but it wasn't supposed to make him uncontrollably horny with no provocation whatsoever! He gripped his cock hard in his pants, trying to control himself, but it was like pushing a boulder uphill, a rock hard boulder that... fuck... what was he doing again? When was his bus stop? His mind was clouding, becoming one track, focussed on his arousal and nothing else. He could feel the head of his cock leaking precum down through his fingers, more and more, an incredible amount of pre it... fuck it wasn't stopping. His balls ached against the now painfully tight pants, the head of his cock making an ever growing wet stain on the fabric. His backpack fell to the floor with a clatter. Dave gasped and leaned forward to grab it with his free paw, but several other passengers on the bus gasped and gawked, some pointing and staring, some laughing, one mother stoat covered her son's eyes with her purse while a teenage rat pulled out his smartphone and started recording. "Holy shit this dude is wankin' it on the bus!" the rat cackled out, causing more people to turn and stare. "No I... I can't... it's..." Dave stuttered, shaking his head furiously while his other paw maddeningly rubbed up and down his aching cock. They were too tight, his pants, he had to... without thinking Dave began pulling his pants down and off, underwear along with, tossing them to the dirty bus floor as he groaned. The stale air felt better on his now exposed testicles, but it did nothing to ease the aching, churning feeling inside them. "Dude he's fuckin' stripping now! What the fuck dude!!" the rat called out louder, narrating the events as he continued to film. Dave shook his head faster and blushed bright red under his fur. Fuck fuck, this was, he was, fuck he had to get off, it was maddening, he had to, he had to. Dave gripped his cock hard and stroked, his other paw gripping his now comically oversized balls, like two grapefruits hanging between his legs. The gasps and jeers of the crowd turned into muddled background noise, all he could hear was his breathing, his heartbeat, eyes closed and mouth open. Like a bolt of lightning it hit him. The sudden shock of release felt like a million volts running straight through his groin. His cock throbbed, pulsed, alive and on fire like he'd never felt before. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing a thick white stream pouring from his cock in a splashing arch. A long white line stretched clear across to the other side of the bus, splashing high up onto the window and some even bouncing back onto the ceiling. Fortunately no one had been sitting there, but the other nearby passengers had all backed up several feet. They were quiet now, perhaps in shock, even the loudmouth rat boy, although he still held his phone up in recording. Dave was still cumming, breathing heavily and trying to futilely regain his composure. He heard the bus brakes squeal to a stop and a booming voice from the front yell out commandingly, "What the fuck man!!! You get the hell of my bus, what the fuck, what the fuck!!!?" A broad shouldered beaver in a blue bus driver's uniform came barreling through the crowd, anger in his face more than shock. He grabbed Dave by the shirt collar and pushed the coyote towards the rear door of the bus. Dave was still dazed and shaken, but the fear instinct began to take over as he scrambled and reached for the door handles. The angry beaver practically tossed him out the moment the doors were open. Dave slipped on a puddle of his own cum, falling on his back as another high white shot arched over him and splashed onto his button up shirt. The beaver tossed his backpack and pants out the door just after, yelling and cursing as the door slammed shut again. He could see the other passengers still watching him through the window, and he definitely couldn't blame them. Dave's cock was still rock hard and leaking but the shock of getting thrown off the bus had apparently distracted him enough that he was able to get to his feet and take his bearings. His knees were shakey and weak, and his mind was still foggy, but he recognized his surroundings as the park just down the street from his house. Thank Dog for small miracles! He quickly gathered his backpack and pants, holding them over his naked groin and began stumbling in the direction he was pretty sure his house was, completely oblivious to the families and children in the park staring and gawking just as the passengers on the bus had. Dave didn't know how he managed to make it home, and avoid getting arrested along the way. The force of his orgasms came in waves, although they never truly subsided and occasionally hit him with such force that he fell to the ground and practically blasted a hole in the ground with the force of his ejaculation. Each time they passed enough for him to stumble back to his feet, and eventually he found himself at the bright red door of his small bachelor's house, the door now splashed white with semen. The moment he was inside he stripped off his shirt, which reeked of cum now along with the rest of his fur. He had the blessed forethought to remember his cell phone and the prescription bottle as he stumbled naked towards his bathroom, leaving a soaking wet trail of cum in the carpet. He found himself incredibly thirsty, putting his muzzle immediately under the sink and lapping up the water until he felt another orgasm wave coming on. He dashed over to the bathtub, climbing in and laying back just as a hot steam of cum blasted out again and hit him square in the face. Fuck it felt so good, this constant sexual ecstacy, he couldn't imagine anything else right now, fuck he was still so thirsty... Dave began aiming his cock into his muzzle, shooting cum down the back of his own throat, swallowing and gulping down as much as he could. Cum began to pour from the corners of his muzzle, but still he kept going. He soon lost track of time, just shooting and swallowing, swallowing and shooting. He felt a slosh of cum as he shifted in the bathtub, several inches now accumulated as the drain had clearly become clogged. With a sudden moment of panic and clarity he began to wonder if this would ever end. The fire hose flow had subsided a gentle dribble, and he groped for his cell phone resting on the sticky bathmat nearby. It was difficult for him to make the call, constantly having to smear his own semen off the screen, but eventually the coyote managed to succeed. "Doc, it's Dave, that medication you gave me..." "How many did you take?" he could hear the ferret from the other end, sounding groggy and gruff. "I.... the two in the office, then... ten more..." "Jesus, ten?!? Dave do you realize..." "Then four more on the bus home, about an hour later." Dave interrupted to finish his answer. The phone was silent for several moments until he heard the doctor sigh and slowly continue. "Dave, remember when I told you the effects of this medication were exponential? You've taken over 16,000x the recommended dosage." Dave's jaw dropped and his heart went still. 16,000?? That couldn't be, had he really been so reckless??? "Now, you can't overdose on this stuff, but it will make you very dehydrated. You'll need to drink a lot of water, and I mean A LOT." he emphasized. "I'm talking gallons a day." "I've been drinking my own cum." Dave blurted out, a statement he'd normally never admit to anyone else, but well past the point of modesty. "Oh...kay. Yeah I guess that'll help. Look Dave, you've just gotta ride this out. I don't honestly know how long it'll take for the effects to wear off. It could be hours or days." "It's only been about an hour or so, hasn't it?" Dave asked cautiously, realizing he had absolutely no idea how much time had passed. "Dave, it's 3 in the morning. You've been ejaculating non-stop for over 12 hours." "How did you know when..." "There's a um... video that went viral. Censors tried to take it down, but you know how these things are. Reposted ad nauseum. I recognized you on the bus and knew it must have been on your way home from my office." A viral video, that little rat shit. No way to keep this quiet then. "Just drink lots of water, get some rest, hopefully you'll feel better in the morning." "Yeah I'm in the bathtub." "That's probably a really smart idea. Just uh... don't drown." "Yeah wow, thanks doc I uh.... uhhhaaahhhhh fuuuck!! Gotta go Doc, thanks for the advise!" Dave mashed his paw on the End Call button, feeling another wave of orgasm washing over his body. ~~~ Dave woke up and sloshed cum over the edge wall of the bathtub. He'd propped himself up so he wouldn't slide down while he slept, but apparently he'd still kept cumming, even in his sleep. The tub was full to the brim, and his throat was incredibly dry again. Without hesitation, he dipped his muzzle down into the bathtub, filling every corner of his mouth with the still warm creamy cum, and swallowed. He did this several more times before he felt sated, so much that the level in the tub dropped a couple of inches. He no longer felt the burning, churning, endless orgasm that had been plaguing his waking hours for longer than he could imagine. Shakily, he rose to his feet, standing in the tub and bracing himself on the wall. Cum dripped from every inch of his fur, sopping wet, sticky, and scented so strongly it overwhelmed all else. But, his balls had returned to their normal size, and his cock wasn't hard as a steel rod anymore, but he found himself feeling incredibly empty. Not his stomach, this was full of the cum that had been his only sustenance, but his existence. Everything now was so... dull, lifeless, unempassioned. Dave supposed this was what happened when you go from a state of continuous overwhelming orgasm to... being normal. Dave looked down at the mess he'd now have to clean up, looked out into the hallway to see the sticky trail down the carpet, then looked around the bathroom and saw something else. The orange pill bottle, rolled under the sink. The coyote hunched down and reached for the bottle, holding it in his paw and trying to count the pills inside. There were at least 20 or so left, it was a supply that was supposed to last him 5 weeks. "Fuck it." Dave said aloud, and swallowed the rest of the bottle.