Furcas Studio

Gina looked over to the panther slouching against the wall. A few of the more desperately horny always ended up begging for her attention outside the gym. A creamy-white mink wearing a slinky dress sauntering down the street was difficult to miss, after all. They made for fun toys. But, the panther looked different. Dark blue sunglasses perched on the bridge of his gray nose reflected her tits threatening to escape the tight red fabric of her dress, but his eyes met hers without hesitation. She motioned for him to follow her. He pushed off the wall, and walked by her side, a small smile playing at his glossy blue lips. The lightweight, gray suit he wore barely showed any wear at all, as if he just snatched it off a mannequin at a nearby store. Gina allowed herself a glance downward. The big cat was big! Her paw could never wrap around that maleness once it grew to full erection, she guessed.

“Derek Merriz.” the panther grinned, showing off his fangs when she looked back up. “And you must be Gina. Yesterday evening, you took home a stallion. Paul couldn't quite... satisfy the camera today. He couldn't even fill his partner up with cum enough to make him belch it up. We had to stop for the day. I simply had to meet the lady who took everything he had to give and lived to tell the tale.”

“That's quite a pick-up line.” Gina replied with a smirk. “Paul isn't even the biggest I've had this week, though.”

“Size isn't everything.”

The panther laughed, green eyes flashing with a predatory glint.

“You see, I work for a very particular movie studio. You could say... extreme. And Paul's talent lies in his productivity, not his admirable size.” Derek purred. “As you no doubt learned last night, he can fill you up like a water balloon on a hose. Believe me, I know how fantastic that feels. But, you didn't burst. And that's a talent I'm interested in.”

Gina raised an eyebrow. There was not much she could say. Not without giving away what a thrill it was to swell on that horse's cock.

“I'd like to offer you the opportunity to... pop. You heard me right. A chance to enjoy all the high-productivity boys my studio has, in exchange for the right to film your inevitable destruction. I promise it will be a masterpiece.”

“It'll be a snuff film. You're going to turn me into scraps.” Gina said, and felt a shiver of arousal run up her spine.

“Yes. I run a very extreme movie studio.” the panther said. “And very exclusive.”

“How exclusive?” the river-weasel asked, pausing by storefront advertising the newest perfume.

“So exclusive that you will regret saying no for the rest of your long, boring life.” Derek growled, his smile never once slipping. “Paul told me what you yelled down at him, right before he came like a geyser. It was all pre before then. Just a little bit of fun, that dumb horse told me. Until you begged to burst.”

“Look, it was just a fantasy, and-”

“You want more. Not just a little teasing at a cum-balloon party. Or a risky one night stand that will just disappoint you.” the panther sneered. “You want too much, and I'll make sure you get it.”

“And if I say no?” Gina drew close, ready to sink her claws into the bastard's dick if he so much as twitched wrong.

“You will say 'fuck yes' and that's a guarantee.” Derek did not flinch away, his whiskers bouncing on her nose as he spoke. “You'll come to my studio at Hotel Furcas and see what Paul and a dozen boys like him do for a living. And you'll be so thrilled you'll beg to pop like an overfilled condom.”

He leaned in, cheek against cheek, the full weight of his genitals suddenly falling into her paw. The white-furred mink shivered. Derek Merriz was calling her bluff. If she cared one bit about being a sex toy for a porno, she needed to do something right now. Instead, the weasel took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh. He was almost embracing her. The mink felt his pulse quicken, smelled his arousal through the cloth. She felt it pulling down her arm as if his balls weighed a ton.

“Here's my card. You'll need it to get in. Remember: Hotel Furcas before ten o' clock tonight.” the panther said, sliding away without so much as snagging a thread on her claw. “I will see you there. Won't I?”

The business card in her paw shone white, the thick black lettering proclaiming Derek Merriz an Experimental Film Director. Gina blinked, half-expecting the panther to disappear in a puff of brimstone. Instead, he smiled, brushing away imaginary dust from the bulge in his pants, and walked down the street. He was just an arrogant asshole, Gina decided. She had more self-respect, more self-control...

“But, he said I'd get to see.” she whispered under her breath.

It was bait. As obvious as laying a piece of meat between iron teeth. She could not leave it alone, though. Not when the big cat practically humped her paw! Gina felt the load in those huge nuts. He was handsome and wealthy and depraved.

Whatever plans Gina had for the day disappeared. She spent a little time trying to hunt down something about Derek Merriz online, but found only screenshots and breathless reviews and paywalls. It would take a small fortune to see one of his films without visiting his lair. Looking up the location, the river-weasel saw nothing out of the ordinary. Hotel Furcas looked like an expensive place for expensive people to stay at, nothing more. When she saw 'private movie theater' marked on the website, though, she chuckled under her breath. They did not bother hiding what the theater showed. The swooping, gilded frame contained a painted white splatter on a black background.

“The Siege of Lust.” she read the title with a shiver.

She arrived at the hotel at nine. Rather than wasting her time on her wardrobe, she draped a fluffy white jacket over her red dress and replaced her footwear for a pair of sandals she could hop out of in a moment. The website did not lie about Hotel Furcas. Decorative tiles of stylized golden beetles scurrying over geometric copper vines guarded expanses of bland floral wallpaper. LED lights shone from lotus-shaped lamps of another century. There was no dust, but it still felt like a museum. She briskly walked to the counter, clutching the business card like a ticket.

“Good evening!” the hedgehog typing away at a computer said, turning from the screen to regard her over thick round lenses. “You must be here for the ten o' clock show. Mister Merriz said you'd be coming! And I see you've got his card!”

“Ah. Yes.” she waved it about before stashing it in her jacket's pocket. “I'm not sure what to expect.”

“Really? Mister Merriz didn't tell you?” the spiked female giggled. “Tonight's movie is one of my favorites! I'm in it! I mean, it's not my favorite just because I make an appearance, but you gotta admit, there's something special about seeing yourself up there, with the big stars!”

“Oh?” the mink raised an eyebrow, leaning across the table to look over the gray-vested girl.

The plump, short gal stood on a step-stool, her short black skirt flaring out slightly over her hips. The hedgehog's ass was almost as big as Gina's, and her breasts, even squeezed down by her vest and crisp white shirt, provided a fine counterbalance. Her brass name tag declared she was 'Crissy' in big, bold letters. The hedgehog blinked her reddish eyes at the mink, her freckled cheeks growing pink. Gina could see Crissy appear in a porno, if she shed the Edwardian era get-up. But, there was simply no way a girl like her could survive, especially when the director wanted to see people pop. The sort of boys Derek promised would be here would turn Crissy into a a wet spot on the wallpaper in less than an hour.

“You don't look like you spent much time with the stars...” Gina said, smiling at the thought of that spiky hairdo glistening with cum while its owner wobbled on the floor like a water balloon.

“Oh! Not like that!” the hedgehog waved the notion away. “You'll see! Let me get someone else to the counter, and I'll walk you over to the theater!”

Crissy hopped down from her step-stool and scurried around the corner. Soon after, she returned with a wolverine in tow. The huge male, dressed in the same gray vest as the hedgehog, nodded to Gina, slid the stool aside, and took his place at the counter without a word. He had to hunch over the screen to look at it.

“Thanks, Donny. You're a sweetheart.” the girl joined Gina, bouncing along.

Introductions did not take long from there. Crissy pointed out that Gina Cattelli was the perfect name for one of Merriz's films. Just the right mix of sophisticated and short.

“Like the inflation and the pop afterward.” the hedgehog laughed. “That panther knows his stuff!”

Gina expected a cramped miniature of the typical movie theater, but instead found a spacious chamber with five rows of plush-backed chairs that could easily accommodate someone twice the size of Donny. Even with the gold worn off the chairs and some of the silver stars affixed to the walls developing cracks, it looked luxurious.

“Have you ever been with a wolverine?” Crissy asked, leading the river-weasel down to the first two rows of chairs.

Gina shook her head.

“Well, you'll get your chance. Donny's going to be at the studio aaaall night.” the spiked gal said as they walked down.

The mink could see some of the patrons looking at her and Crissy. Eyes glowing in the dark, reflecting the silver screen in eerie colors. She could not make out individual faces, but the smell of arousal hung heavy in the air. These were the dedicated fans. They would be the ones who watched her go splat, when the time came. Or, she thought, maybe they would even be part of her film! Some of them smiled to her, or waved to the hedgehog. Crissy ignored them. She sat next to a lanky coyote with gray fur so pale it seemed ghostly white.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Crissy jabbed the tall canine in the ribs.

“Hey! I thought you were on front desk tonight!” the coyote growled.

“Relax. I got Donny to cover me. He's in a good mood because he might get some mink tonight.” Crissy said, and pointed to Gina. “Gina Catelli, meet Robby Morrison.”

“Nice to meet you. Hope you enjoy the show.” the coyote bowed his head. “And, stay around for tonight's filming. Bursting Beauties Seven is going to be amazing. Especially when I cum all over your scraps.”

“Gina here drained Paul, Robby.”

“Still, I could get lucky.” Robby smiled at the white-furred mink. “Keep me in mind?”

“I will.” Gina nodded, draping her jacket over her seat. “As long as you're one the... high-productivity types Derek told me about.”

Crissy burst out laughing, and half the theater hissed for her to quiet down.

“You'll see.” Robby said, pointing to the screen. “It'll start soon.”

There were no advertisements. The movie simply flickered to life, the title superimposed on a sunset. It was a local beach, Gina could tell. The familiar pier, the crescent of sharp rocks on the horizon; the mink sunbathed on that very spot countless times.

“Sand In His Face.” Crissy whispered the title, and the mink heard the rustle of a paw sliding under a skirt.

The main character, a skinny rabbit wearing a pair of oversize glasses, glared up from the golden sand, his dusty cheeks lightly sprinkled with coarse grains. The villain responsible, a muscular jaguar, smirked down at him past a cock that filled much of the screen.

“What's the matter, little guy?” the cat pumped his dick, making his fat balls wobble around enticingly, before looking over at the rabbit's girlfriend. “Come on, honey. You know you want a real male, not some pencil-dicked grass-muncher.”

Naturally, the hare's cute vixen girl left him. Gina could see where it was going. The next scene, filmed in Hotel Furcas, showed the boy sad, ears drooping as he looked through a colorful magazine of some sort. Only for an advertisement to slip out. The hare adjusted his bow tie, biting his lip with oversize buck teeth, reading the scrap of paper. Soon, he stood naked before a coyote wearing only a black thong. Robby, playing the Bodybuilder, looked over the hare, for the first time revealing the nerd's rather normal cock and balls.

“I'm no hyper. I'm barely a male!” the rabbit wailed.

“No! You can work with that!” the gray coyote laughed, patting his own immense crotch. “It'll take time for you to look it, but in a week, I'll make you a hyper!”

What followed could be described as a training montage. The coyote slid off his thong, and gently ran his paw over a vein. With a throb, the monster swelled. The hare copied him, his own cock growing to an erection. The pair pawed themselves off. Soon, each exaggerated thrust was accompanied by a spurt of cum. The Bodybuilder summoned up a cupful of jizz without so much as breaking a sweat, and then another. The nerd, meanwhile, stopped at the first jet of seed, shuddering to a stop. The coyote shook his head, and began to pump his cock again, drawing closer, whispering into the hare's long ear.

Soon, the bunny was doing much, much better. Gina watched with amusement as the boy went on to spew thicker, more powerful streams of his jizz, looking implausibly shocked by each salvo. At last, his trainer was satisfied, groaning as the ground their cocks together, coating each other in showers of cum. Just in time for the weekend.

The nerd strode out onto the beach, confident as could be, and of course, found his rival and the girl who left him in mere moments.

“Back for more, little guy?” the jaguar grinned, towering over the bespectacled protagonist, his fat dick in the rabbit's face.

“Well, I couldn't stay away from a big, strong male like you...” the nerd grabbed the big cat's length and briskly pumped, his own cock bouncing against his belly. “How about you show me what you got?”

Naturally, the beach bully could not resist a new slut. Soon enough, he was plunging into the rabbit's ass, his fat balls bouncing against the nerd's thighs. The vixen, meanwhile, filmed the whole thing with her phone, giggling and periodically taking selfies.

“Wow... I didn't think you were strong enough for Big Billy...” the red fox panted, reaching between her legs. “You're more male than I thought...”

“Hah! Anyone can take a big cock!” the jaguar fucking the hare snarled, speeding up, whiskers twitching with the strain of holding back his orgasm.

“Oh... mmm! Really?” the rabbit's glasses glinted dangerously. “So you can take me?”

“Hah! I said anyone can take a big cock! I won't even notice you humping, twig!” the jaguar slapped the hare's ass, groaning as the nerd squeezed his buns together, milking the veined log of cat meat.

Predictably, the bully's load was meager, eliciting a fresh series of giggles from the vixen and laughter from the audience. Flushed, the jaguar shuffled back, looking down at his pulsing cock-head as it dripped more of his jizz onto the sand in sad little rivulets. Gina could see how it was done. There was a thick, black rod shoved into the big boy's urethra, keeping him blocked. There was even some swelling around his balls, barely noticeable before the camera panned to the victorious rabbit scurried to his feet.

“That's it?” he patted his flat belly, looking down at the kneeling, shivering jaguar with a smirk. “Guess you're not as hyper as you look. Let me show you what a real load is like!”

Humiliated, but growling that no weakling bunny could do better than him, the muscular feline fell on all fours. He received a snout-full of sand as the nerd ran around behind him, eager to fuck his tail-hole. There were a few groans from the audience when the hare sank in, the camera slowing down the action, focusing on the throbbing of the lapine shaft. For a moment, it truly seemed a miracle occurred and the hare's cock grew. The jaguar winced, then moaned for the vixen to stop filming. But, of course, the girl was too into it, and shoved the phone's camera right in the frightened spotted cat's face.

“Come on, Billy! Take him! I can see how hard you are still! Fuck him like you mean it!” the vixen teased, smiling nastily.

The rabbit raised an eyebrow at the fox's words as he draped himself over the jaguar's broad back and began to roll his hips. This was the pop of this movie; the mink could see it in the gentle way the nerd's paw reached down to unplug the big cat's cum-slit, pretending it was merely a teasing pawing before he sped up his thrusts. The beach bully mewled up at the sky, humping back eagerly, giving into lust. Slowly, his belly swelled beneath him. Wobbling, then audibly sloshing, his white-furred middle rubbed the sand, making a furrow while the hare shuddered and gasped atop him.

As the theater filled with the sounds of pleasure, and in the darker corners, even the 'plaps' of flesh against flesh, Gina watched the jaguar's belly press into the sand, then raise the cat up into the air. The big male's enormous cock, bobbing ridiculously behind him spilled cum by bucket-loads, his cries becoming wet gurgles as his middle passed double, then triple its original size. His fur spread thinner, and shiny, pink skin showed, the camera lingering on the stretch-marks gleaming in the sunlight. The vixen's moans of shock mixed with her orgasmic cries, the nerd's ex-girlfriend quaking where she stood.

“You're... you're so...” she could not finish the sentence, standing there, enthralled by the dusty-furred hare's virility.

And then, the unmistakable noise of hide on the verge of breaking emerged from the jaguar. He spat up mouthfuls of thick, bubbling cum, eyes bulging almost as much as his cheeks, body rounding out. His neck sank into his rising, bowing back. The stretch-marks glinted strangely, the camera picking up cum seeping through the weakening flesh. The rutting rabbit atop the jaguar clenched his paws on the big cat's muscular shoulders, making his sloshing flesh balloon creak alarmingly loud. The beach bully was about to pop. He no longer spat up cum, the stuff simply pouring forth in sloppy pulses driven by the press of fresh jizz into him. The jaguar's expression shifted from fearful to expectant, even needy. He craved more, of course. Gina knew the feeling well.

The jaguar lurched a few inches larger, and blew asunder with a lewd 'BLORF' that sent streamers of jizz and wet furry scraps flying across the beach. The nerd's flood of cum washed over his ex-girlfriend and her phone disappeared into the steaming nut-batter with barely a splash. Its camera captured a black-spotted yellowish scrap of fur drag across the lens and died. The rabbit emerged, covered in his own cum but triumphant. A hedgehog gal dressed in a lavender one-piece swimsuit clapped her paws, and ran to his side.

“That was amazing!” she cried, glasses glittering and the camera lingering on her figure.

It could not be more obvious the nerd would fall for her at first sight.

“That? That was nothing.” Billy the bunny chuckled, and waved his ex over. “I've still got some left for another beach bully!”

“Oh no... please, Billy, you know I love you... I can't take your load, but you're so... soo... incredible! I gotta have you... even if I end up scraps!”

The vixen played a pop-obsessed slut well. Gina had to remind herself that was because the girl definitely wanted to burst asunder for the camera. The fox's desperation as she fell back on the cum-slicked sand and spread her thighs was real. The rabbit pumped his dick, posing for the camera and the hedgehog jumping up and down in his huge cum puddle.

“Sloppy seconds are always great with the productive boys.” Crissy whispered. “The movie didn't show it, but I got a little cum-belly after filming!”

It was hard to believe the rabbit had anything left after his fun with the jaguar and the vixen. The lust-addled girl practically thrust herself onto his wet cock, rutting in the boy's cum. Grabbing pawfuls of jaguar scraps floating near her and slathering them over her breasts as she moaned to the skies how much she needed a filling made Gina shiver and scoot closer in her seat. Of course, the vixen pleasured herself with what remained of the cat. That it drove the nerd wild was an added bonus. Humping for all he was worth, he gave the camera time to drink in the perversion of his ex-girlfriend, to rise from her heaving middle to her soft breasts clapping together, up to her increasingly anguished, thrilled face, eyes twitching up toward the sky. He clapped a paw over her tit, squeezing a scrap of the beach bully against her areola and repeatedly clenched his buttocks in what must have been some secret technique passed on by his hyper teacher. The vixen jiggled, body contorting with bliss, her sexy figure taking on a bit of weight as cum rushed in.

Gina could tell the fox had experience. She expanded, but did not strain. The cum spread through her more evenly, the rabbit's productivity showing up over her curves, but more importantly, everywhere else. Her paws acquired a little pudginess. Her arms swelled. Her thighs took on more, the weight of rabbit jizz wobbling through her rump. Even her tail seemed to grow a little fluffier as the nerd grunted and groaned his way through his extraordinary orgasm. The pretty vixen could waddle off, a few hundred pounds heavier, if she just pulled away from the spurting dick she kept shoving herself against.

But, of course, she would never. To the hedgehog's delighted giggles and Billy's appreciative moans as he ran his paws over her expanding girth, the fox's limbs stiffened, her belly thrust up into the air like a beach ball, her tits only a couple of inches away from matching it, but catching up fast. Cum spilled past her lips and from her nipples. Cum even trickled down her cheeks as the camera lingered on her ecstatic expression. This was what a pop-slut lived for. The theater echoed with her creaks, her legs and arms spread wide, thickened to cones. Her toes spread wide; even they fattened with Billy's release.

Stretch-marks appeared. The vixen practiced plenty before her final scene, and strengthened her hide to last the longest she could, but no amount of exercise could prepare her for the feeling of her milking snatch squeezing harder around her lover's cock while she twitched in place, spread out like a starfish left behind by a receding tide. Gina knew she would go the same way, when she finally went. The mink could almost smell the thick, virile seed dripping over the screen. Never mind that it was probably one of the audience reaching his climax. For the moment, the vixen's full body overflowed, the camera drenched as it tried to find her snout beyond her cleavage.

"How does that feel?" the hedgehog gal grinned. "Had enough cum?"

The fox bucked up, sloshing louder than the jaguar, and with a breathless cry, Billy withdrew. The gurgling cry of anguish from his ex-girlfriend was plea for more. Gina sighed in answer, rubbing herself. The aching need to fill and pop was maddening at that size. It was maddening even at a quarter of that size.

"Well, you're not as bad as he was, so you can lie there and think about everyone you hurt. I'm sure you'll shrink down eventually." the nerdy bunny chuckled, wiping his brow as he stepped back to admire the size of the vixen condom.

"Oh, no. You might be done with her, but I'm not!" Crissy's bespectacled character stomped over to the enormous belly, and pulled a sharp spine out from behind her shoulder.

The hedgehog leaned in, listening to the groans and creaks emerging from the delirious vixen. The unmistakable sound of her pussy lewdly spewing forth Billy's load filled the theater. It was just a trickle. Not enough to drain her, let alone help her get away from the sharp point pressing into her hide.

"This is for pushing me around, you cum-addicted bitch!"

There was no leaking to warn of the 'BLORCH!' which shook the whole beach. One moment, the fox's stretch-marks held up admirably, her skin quivering with yet another climax brought on by her oncoming destruction, and the next, the vixen was scraps. That the movie caught her last gurgling cry was an impressive feat, given how swiftly her hugely swollen cum-balloon of a body splattered. Billy stood, coated in his own release, beaming happily.

Thus, with both beach bullies gone, the camera lingered on the two new lovers embracing, glistening and pulling scraps of vixen off each other as they kissed.

"You wouldn't believe how incredible it felt to push one of my own spines against her! When it went in, it was like a little electric shock up my arm. And then, I was on my back in the water! She really blew up!" Crissy clapped her paws. "Next chance I get, I'm coming back to help pop another girl. Or boy!"

"Plenty of chances for that." the coyote, Robby, nodded. "What did you think, Gina?"

"Oh, I think I want in!" the white-furred mink grinned, stretching. "If only to see how many boys I can take before they have to roll me out."

"That's the spirit!" Robby Morrison nodded. "You'll make an excellent, if brief, addition to our little team."

Gina rolled her eyes. With a swish of her tail, she stood up, and looked around at the rest of the audience. Over-endowed boys and girls, some full of cum and others spurting jizz looked back. Most looked hungry. The thrill of risking herself with them was almost enough. Gina just needed the real thing.

"We'll see how brief. Crissy, I want to talk to Derek Merriz about a role."

"I'm sure we can find him. He's around somewhere. He never misses his own movies..." the hedgehog popped out of her seat and rushed for the exit, waving for the river-weasel to follow.

As pristine as ever, not a hair out of place, the panther sat in a lobby armchair like an emperor surveying his domain. He seemed to be smiling, amused by something. Or, perhaps that was just his neutral expression. Gina could not care less. The 'mysterious, demonic film director' gimmick was not as interesting as his offer.

"I see you enjoyed the movie." Merriz looked her up and down with a chuckle. "Exciting, isn't it?"

"Fuck, yes..." Gina nodded. "And 'fuck yes' to your offer, too. How the hell did you find those fire hose boys anyway? I didn't even think a bunny could be that... productive."

"Same way I find ladies like you." the big cat stood, wiping imaginary wrinkles from his pants. "You brag, flirt, and beg for the greatest pleasure of your life. Eventually, the popper finds the popped. I just look for ways to fulfill your fantasy a little quicker... and of course film it. Now, let's get your paperwork, and get you your role."

Crissy printed the contract while Derek explained his next movie. It was a breeze to put her signature down while the pervert talked, and Gina had to admit, he made every bit of his work sound fun.

"It goes like this: a long, last look at a cum-balloon's life. You will be the cum-balloon, of course. Experienced, un-poppable, but eager to see if you can finally push beyond your limits. You'll want more. Always. Nothing will satisfy. That is important! You must be insatiable."

"I don't think that can be a problem." Gina laughed.

"Good. I trust you to improvise your lines." the panther said. "Oh, and when you inevitably pop, we will be filming some... extra scenes with your scraps. I trust that won't be a problem?"

Derek Merriz had to be a demon. Gina glanced over at Crissy. The hedgehog was practically vibrating in place, paws clasped as if in prayer while she imagined whatever nasty details thrilled the pop-obsessed maniac. It was a good thing Gina Cattelli was a bit pop-obsessed, too. She could not help but envision her white fur swimming in seed, just a bit of her pelt in a steaming lake slopping off a mattress. What other depraved things could a feline like Merriz come up with?

"Are... you going to have someone... use my scraps?" she asked, trying to pretend the question did not make her thighs rub together or her tail twitch.

"I'm sure you've heard it happens; some boys working clean-up after a cum-balloon party get a little excited, play with what's left." Derek sighed. "Of course, if you prefer, I can omit it from the film."

"Oh, no. O-of course not!" Gina quickly shook her head, the pen in her paw flying over the clipboard with its flimsy contract. "But... what happens if I don't pop?"

"You mean, what happens if you take everything Hotel Furcas has to offer?" Derek rubbed his chin. "Well, I suppose I should offer you a reward. How about my share of the movie profits? I expect a cum-balloon eager to pop making it through a whole night would make for an interesting film. You'll find that's already in the contract, too. You need to read what you sign."

The panther's confidence was infectious. This was it. One big party, and a guaranteed happy ending. Well, a messy, jizz-splattered ending, anyway.

"Alright. Crissy, get Gina ready and go tell our other volunteer she'll be watching tonight. Again." the black cat purred. "I love teasing March. When she finally gets to blow... it'll be magical. I'll see you on set soon, Gina."

The mink nodded, her smile growing wider by the moment. This was actually happening. She waited in the dressing room with bated breath, bouncing on her seat. She did not even care where they put her clothing, or what they ultimately put her into. When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, the thin strips of gold fabric which passed for a bikini top and the impossibly tiny shorts gave the impression she was already pressurized. Their grip on her was just shy of too tight. A friendly crewmember sprayed her with something slimy, which turned out to be jizz. The stuff dripped down into her cleavage and glistened on her left breast, darkening the gold cloth over her nipple, revealing it just enough.

"It's so warm." Gina whispered.

"Fresh from the stud." the gazelle boy giggled. "We strive for reality here! Now, close your eyes. Time for some glitter!"

The river-weasel wrinkled her nose, but a rabbit was already standing on tip-toes, pawful of glitter at the ready. Once it was safe to open her eyes, Gina resisted the urge to shake off the tiny pink stars and shiny silver 'explosions' on her cheeks. Someone helpfully ruffled her hair, and a strong paw pulled on her tail, just roughly enough for the fur to stand on end. Gina snarled, but held back at the last second. This was for the movie. She had to look right. And, if there was one thing a cum-balloon needed to be, it was a slutty mess!

She walked into the room, the jitters making her paws clench. And she was at the cum-balloon party. There were the posters hung up on walls, and cum-drenched photographs of previous pops. Furniture was shoved against the walls. A screen flashed with scenes of beautiful people about to burst, all looking utterly ecstatic, their cum-bloated bodies quaking their last. The lighting was bright, cotton-candy pinks and blues mingling with a warm spotlight, just bright enough to make Gina's white fur glow.

"You look excellent! Now, I won't interrupt unless there's a problem, so go ahead and have fun! See that tarp there? Yes, the black one with the cum puddle on it already. Go ahead and kneel in the center." Derek pointed to the center of the room, where all the cameras pointed.

The music started up. A thumping beat accompanied by a soft panting, as though the DJ were humping her then and there. The music throbbed over her fur. Gina closed her eyes, and flung back her head, paws tugging on the bikini straps. Her knees squished into the wet tarp.

"Come on, boys. Don't be shy now! Gather 'round! She's all yours!" the panther called.

Gina's eyes opened just enough. She resisted squealing in delight. The males who filed into the room looked stunning.

There was the nerdy rabbit from the movie. Now he looked more natural, his dusty fur speckled with cum and his eyes half-closed. He must have been getting high for the role. Or, maybe he just showed up stoned. Gina could not care less.

A couple of bulls milled about, thick muscles bulging as they grunted and pushed against each other, drawing close enough for her to smell their lust. They were big, to say the least. Cocks as long as their powerful forearms shone under the party lights.

A wolverine stepped forward, pushing between the bulls, pawing himself. Somehow, his genitals were even bigger than the two bovines', his balls pushing his thighs apart and his bell-end almost as big as Gina's head. She could not imagine him fitting inside her, but she just had to try!

"Oh, wow... you're... wow." she mumbled, forgetting the cameras, her eyes darting from one specimen of virile maleness to the next.

She simply had to see more. She looked around as more and more appeared all around her. The smell of their combined lust and the sound of their panting demanded her attention. There was a deer, his magnificent rack of antlers bent down as he looked over her, arms crossed, the glitter-coated thong he wore straining to contain him. A scrawny weasel, short enough that even kneeling, Gina was taller, leaned on the stag's legs. He must have been like that rabbit; small in stature, but big when it came to loads. Gina shuddered.

"Oh fuck... come on... which one of you wants to go first?" she spat out.

She must have looked like a starving beast. She could feel a little drool on her bottom lip. She wiped it, caring nothing for what happened to her lipstick.

"You sure you can take it?" rumbled a rhino from the back.

"I don't care if you pop me! I wanna swell up and you wanna see me swell up! Fuck me, right now!"

She laughed. The rhino did his best impression of parting the crowd, the other males pretending they did not want to him get the first turn. Judging by the way they pumped their dicks, though, every single one would beg to see what the gray-skinned giant could do to a lithe little river-weasel.

"Come on! You're gonna stretch her out too much!" complained the wolverine.

"Better him than you!" laughed a yellow stallion, winking to his hyena friend. "Last slut popped from your precum!"

"Open up." the rhino's voice moved through her like the music's bass, and she obeyed.

The fat dick bobbed closer. It made up for its length with a thickness she had only ever seen in tree limbs. She caught the length with her paws, squeezing over the thick veins, eyes drinking in the reddened flesh, the drip of precum. He was close to his peak. The big male's fuse was shorter than most. All she had to do was wrap her lips around what her mouth could manage, and suck on the urethra like a straw. She clung to the dick, crawling close enough for her tits to bounce against the rhino's heavy nuts. She hoped the cameras caught the wiggle of her hips when she licked around the base of his dick, burying her snout in the wrinkles. She gently nibbled her way down the shaft, scooting back, spreading her cheeks for anyone watching. Let them see her excitement; the wetness would only add to the fun!

"Come onnn..." the rhino almost pleaded, his thunderous voice muffled by his own rising lust.

She clamped on. If he felt her teeth on his glans, it only excited him more. She made out with the urethra, quickly milking the dick with her palms while the rhino's weightlifter body quaked with pleasure. He resisted only a short while before the first blast of cum hit the back of her throat. She expected a healthy squirt to start off, but the flood which pulsed down her throat almost drowned her. She sputtered, eyes widening with surprise, before growling her defiance.

Gina came to Hotel Furcas for this! She clung on, forcing more of her cum-slicked mouth over the rhino's bell-end, fighting against her own gagging. Semen ran down her nose, but she simply snorted it away, hungrily drinking what the big male had to give her. By the time he stumbled back, her stomach felt quite full, and her entire front was covered in steaming rhinoceros jizz.

"That's all? Come on back when you've recovered, horn-boy!" she taunted, patting her slightly rounder belly.

Robby Morrison stepped onto the tarp, a small smile on the coyote's lips and a ridiculous glittery t-shirt three sizes too big failing to hide his pulsating member. Sand In His Face did not focus enough on that length, and what it could do to a girl. Gina chuckled and bounced onto her back, pulling at her shorts.

"One in my face, one up in me!" she laughed. "Come on! Who wants to share with the 'yote?"

The over-endowed males hesitated. The deer looked at her belly doubtfully, before nodding. They actually worried about spoiling Robby's fun. Maybe they even fear she would pop before she finished taking his load. Gina wondered if she was making a mistake. But, she had no time to slow down, not when she wanted to put on a good show and test just how stretchy she could be. And besides, the mink wanted to use the deer's big balls as a pillow!

"Here, hold onto my shorts." she tossed the tiny cloth atop Donny's cock as if it were a hanger, making the wolverine shiver, his eyes clenching shut.

Gina fit Robby's three feet in her slowly. The gray coyote took his time, edging forward, groaning, then drawing back. She clenched on him, her pussy lips feeling tight as a condom around him. But, she had plenty more give than that. The river-weasel eventually felt him deep in her, a bulge rising in her belly. She laid back, and opened her mouth to demand the deer's penis. The big buck did not let her speak. Instead, he slid in, balls wobbling, pulling on her hair as his fat meat bulged out her throat and nearly suffocated her. Gina grunted, nose pressed into the cleavage of his scrotum, paws helplessly clutching at her tits. She felt like a sex-toy, stretched by two cocks which very nearly met in the middle.

"T-together?" the deer asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back a tidal wave of cum.

"Together." the coyote assured him.

They humped quickly. She jiggled on their dicks and whined through her nose, cheeks puffing and toes digging into the wet tarp. A rough paw, probably the deer's, snapped her bikini top off her, groping her tits, then squeezing them as he rutted. The coyote, meanwhile, held her hips, thrusting just as quickly, panting over her bellybutton as it rose up with the curving of his dick.

It was rare anyone could fill her like the rhino did. Rarer still was finding two productive boys to take her from either end! The mink reached her peak before either of them, quivering in place, tugging on her black nipples, legs extended and tail lashing over the coyote's lap. Her juices barely escaped, just a trickle over her buttocks while Robby moved like some unholy piston, relentlessly pounding her womb.

The deer reached his climax first, amid the excited moans, hoots, and laughing encouragement of the others. The thick 'splorsh' of jizz swelling her cheeks as it pulsed down her throat and pumped back up with every clench of his buttocks was everything she imagined it would be. The slimy heat of it over her face and down those heavy balls made her close her lips tighter and brace as much as she could for what came next. Her stomach grew with the buck's release, rounding out, its sloshing weight egging Robby on. In only a few moments, the rhino's load was drowned in cervine essence, giving her a delightfully pregnant look. If she could she would have teased the coyote with it. As it was, Gina shuddered in bliss and gave in to his climax when it arrived with a deep, womb-probing thrust and a pulse that jiggled her from tits to tail-tip.

She could almost imagine the shot. Her belly, shiny with cum, rising up, her breasts clapping against it even as she tried to hold them down with her paws. Gina felt too big. And yet, not quite big enough. The river-weasel's belly steadily swelled, her eager clenching keeping the coyote balls-deep in her groaning as he unleashed his full potential. How many gallons did the two boys have? Gina could feel the pressure on her innards, the way her skin stretched deliciously around the cum; her belly had to be tall enough for both boys to kiss her navel, if they leaned forward and pressed close.

They were not enough, however. The sex-toy conquered them as easily as the rhino. She gurgled happily when the buck withdrew, wiping her sweat-drenched, cum-soaked face as she playfully patted her middle.

"Not a bad load... salty and satisfying. Who's next?" she taunted, then belched and whimpered when Robby Morrison shuffled away.

The disappointment of such a big member sliding free of her was replaced with a desperate need for another to sink in. Gina needed someone to keep all that cum in! Her own inner walls clenched, the stuff splashing out of her in a torrent the moment the over-endowed male stepped aside.

"C-come on! Quickly!" she gasped at her lovers, struggling to roll over onto her bloated belly. "You're supposed to stick my scraps to the walls, not just paint the place! Fill me up!"

It was a good thing they were professionals. Rather than slipping on what flooded from her snatch, they stepped around and gently rolled her over with their feet. It felt disorienting; the weight of what she already carried was so much more than her whole body before now. She felt it slosh and squish, spreading within her. A little more roundness to her breasts, a big more weight to her rump, and they were upon her once more.

"Let's hear what you have to say after I'm done with you..." the scrawny weasel pushed his way to her, rubbing his paws.

To her shock, he was not much like the rabbit at all. He proved more of a grower, in fact. The red-furred young male slapped her ass with one paw, turned, and slapped her other buttock with his dick. She dutifully yelped, then giggled as he mounted her. Standing on his tip-toes, wriggling forward while he kept his paws on her raised butt-cheeks, the weasel looked quite silly. Robby gave her a thorough stretching, and his cum lubed her up quite well, so the boy fit in without trouble, but it still felt strange to know the shorter male possessed so much meat between his legs. By the time his crotch-fur pushed up against her, Gina felt like a filled-up condom again.

"You... grew more?" she moaned.

"Oh, yeah... you're good and tight. Always makes me more excited!" the weasel chuckled, pulling on her tail as he leaned in. "Ready to pop?"

Gina nodded, then burst out laughing.

"You... ah... don't think... mmgh! It's gonna be you, right?" she teased, pushing against the floor with her feet, rolling her sloshing belly back, forcing him to hump all the harder.

The pleasurable jolt, the rush of climax, and the fullness alone were worth it. But, feeling the cum find new avenues of growth in dangerous little lurches and spurts made Gina cry out in genuine excitement. They were working her to a pop! Her ass swelled, the weasel riding her spreading his claws just to hold on. She felt the warmth in her chest as her tits accommodated some of his release, the rest going to her thighs. Before the weasel collapsed, balls emptied, huge dick merely half-hard and oozing, her mound squeezed harder around his shaft, grown with what he gave her. Gina felt plush, bubbly, frothing with need. She bounced lightly on her round gut, squirting over the tarp.

"Mooore... more!" she yelled, wiping her lips with a paw, the other idly pulling at her red hair while her chest heaved with the added cup or three.

By the time she thought to look down at her breasts, three more males rushed to add to the cum-balloon. It would have been too much, if one of them was not the cute rabbit, Coop. Apparently, he was something of a pothead, even when he worked to pop someone.

"You're leaking..." he observed, eyeing her nipples.

"Just means... urp... you'll have to try harder!" she demanded.

When she squeezed her fists, she could feel the cum flowing into her digits, the hot, sloshing jizz spreading through her adding more to her figure. She would have been a truly amazing hourglass, if not for the ball of her belly, which raised her so much she was beginning to wonder how the boys gathered around her would manage fucking her. Gina found out when Coop hesitated to try and climb up her bloated underbelly.

Even while he struggled to explain his difficulty with her slick, white-furred hide and the tight, black pussy bobbing almost at his eye level, the wolverine she teased stepped forward. As his huge erection slapped her cleavage, he grabbed her shoulders, and roughly pushed her. With a squeak, she rolled back, and Coop grabbed onto her ass-cheeks.

"Good and hot... you'll make the best scraps." the wolverine growled in her ear, humping against her wobbling tits, her dick mere inches from her mouth whenever he shoved forward.

Shaken from either end, no longer able to push off with her feet, Gina simply clung to herself best as she could. The way her limbs took on cum, soon even that would be impossible. She could feel her claws sinking in a little, and the added bulk around her thighs made it difficult to do much more than splay her legs on either side of her increasingly rounded mound while Coop spewed more and more into her like a fire hose. If it was not so pleasurable, she would have been annoyed with how quickly he reached climax. Or, perhaps not; the river-weasel could practically imagine a big cock wrapped in a bit of white-furred hide, spilling more cum over a lake of cum, and that was more than enough bliss to drive her over the edge twice before he finished.

Once Coop slipped out of her, the last twitches of his dick within her full folds echoing inside Gina, the mink became a receptacle for the wolverine. Crissy had called him Donny, but Gina no longer cared about names. Snorting, she sucked on the huge shaft, trying to keep the big weasel's release from escaping her while he squeezed her breasts around his length and groaned. Jets of white hit the tarp beneath her. The mink felt tears of the salty stuff run down her cheeks. If he squeezed her poor, oversize breasts some more, maybe some jizz would pour out of her ears! Gina rode the peak of her pleasure, squirting cum behind her, clenching best as she could while her round-bellied hourglass shape grew heavier, tighter. She was finally running out of elasticity.

Derek Merriz was right about her. The desire to pop pushed her further. Once the wolverine let her go, she gurgled and drooled his seed, thick arms waving, paws clapping over her expanded tits in a mad effort to attract just one more lover. Two came for her, sharing her pussy best as they could while another climbed her trembling monster-breasts to shove his dick in her mouth and help plug her up. Gina quivered, no longer seeing anything, her wide eyes twitching upwards while she tried to relax into the orgasmic stretch overwhelming her fragile hide.

The mink's form quaked, taking on the three releases at once. Gina tasted stallion, bull, rhino; it occurred to her she tasted every ounce of cum. This was it. The river-weasel tensed in a final climax of her life, her bloated feminine form becoming nearly translucent, every inch of her sweating cum and boiling over with it. Her overtaxed hide gave a pathetic creak, and Gina exploded with a deafening 'KABLOOSH', sending her lovers tumbling into the gaggle of cheering porn stars.

VVV

The cameras dripped with jizz, but the show went on. The tarp, useless in the deluge, slapped a wall. The drain beneath it gurgled almost as loudly as the mink had before she popped. The cum-balloon scraps floated on the receding lake.

"Not bad, Gina!" Felix laughed, pleasuring himself while the hyper boys on-screen made excuses about the time and disappeared.

And then, some random people showed up to clean up the mess. And of course, that mess was just what one of them wanted. The ram pretended to shove some of the goo to the drain with a push-broom, squelching through the lightly steaming carpet until he was sure he was alone while everyone else took a smoke break away from the smell of a cum-balloon party. Then, he waded into the jizz, and fished out a clump of dirty white fur. Felix groaned. That was always the best part about a pop.

"Yeah... use that slutty mink-scrap..." he whispered to the screen, panting as his own paw on his length sped up.

"One last time, pop-slut, before I toss you away like the trash you are." the ram said, pulling open his suit to reveal naked skin, and slapped Gina's hide onto his hard dick.

He pumped quickly, carelessly, squeezing the furry bit around his member until it nearly flew from his jizz-coated paw. Felix could see him rushing toward orgasm. He picked up his own pace. Just as the ram reached his peak, spewing around the last remains of Felix's sister, the black-furred mink came, shooting a fat stream of semen over the screen, thoroughly drenching it. By the time he caught his breath and wiped off the release, the cleaner dropped the scrap of mink down the drain, nodding his horned head. A few stomps of his foot, and the piece of hide joined the others the pipe swallowed up.

As the screen darkened, Felix picked up the case it came in.

"Maybe, they'd like to see me work my magic over in Furcas Studio." he said with a grin. "I bet I could've popped her all on my own there at the end!"