[center][b]Big Dick, Small Sheath[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



Joss practically ran out of the shop the instant his shift was up. The hickory brown rabbit had been all jitters all afternoon, because unless someone fucked up, his package should arrive today. He raced back to his apartment with all speed.

The postal service must not be made of fail today, for his mail box held a bulging little padded envelope. Joss punched the air triumphantly. Snatching up the package he jogged up the stairs to his front door and slipped inside. He slid into his chair at the table almost before the sound of the slammed door finished reverberating through the air.

The excited bunny slapped the envelope down in front of him. He winced as he realized just how hard he had done that, and forced himself to take a deep breath. In. Out. 

“Don’t want to break it.” Joss told himself firmly.

He pulled out his phone and brought up his text messager. 

[color=Aquamarine][i]Sophi it’s here[/i][/color] 

[color=Aquamarine][i]Hey Sophi[/i][/color]

[color=Aquamarine][i]Come over ASAP[/i][/color]

Joss ripped open the top of the envelope. Tipping out a small glass vial, he snapped a photo of the little brown vessel and sent it along as well.

[color=Aquamarine][i]Sophiiiiiiii[/i][/color]

A jittery pause while he waited. A response finally came.

[color=Red][i]Yeesh I’m at work, gimme a minute[/i][/color]

[color=Red][i]Oooh wait. It came today?[/i][/color]

[color=Aquamarine][i]Yeah[/i][/color]

[color=Aquamarine][i]Are you coming?[/i][/color]

[color=Red][i]As soon as I can.[/i][/color]

Having exhausted his patience, Joss dropped his phone to the table, unscrewed the vial, and tipped it back.

Bleck. Tasted like cherries and toothpaste.

Then he remembered to check the instructions printed on the side.

“Take contents by mouth. Use no more than one vial at once. Do not start a new vial until effect subsides (three to five days for most users if taken as a single dose). Take more than one vial per three days only under medical supervision yada yada yada…” Joss read off. “First time users are recommended to start with one quarter vial and increase or decrease dose to desired effect. Sounds simple enough.”

Joss shrugged. It was just a recommendation. He probably wouldn’t have been able to resist taking the whole dose right off the bat regardless, since he’d been dying of impatience for more than a week now. Ever since seeing the advertisement on the internet, in fact. Ads claiming to offer you a bigger junk were a cliché, but this one had caught his eye, and a little research later…

The instant it started to look real, he [i]had[/i] to get it. Just one, in case it wasn’t a scam. And then everything he’d since dug up added more and more legitimacy. Research papers. Blog entries. Videos. Joss had barely held off ordering any more BD-69 until he could try it himself.

Not that there was anything wrong with his cock, buuuuuuut… How could a guy [i]not[/i] give this a try? Especially when his girlfriend was as enthused by the idea as he was.

Joss resisted looking at the clock for almost two minutes before he broke. The ads said BD-69 took less than ten minutes to kick in. Ten minutes seemed like a very long time right now. 

At five minutes he was starting to worry. Had he got scammed after all? Just because there was something out there that worked didn’t mean he couldn’t have been cheated by a spoofed website. That sounded plausible. Of course everyone would want in on the first penis enlargement drug that actually worked.

He was just about ready to text Sophi again with the bad news when a tingle originated down south. Joss hastily unzipped his slacks and pulled down his boxers, wondering why he hadn’t got naked already so he could get a better look.

The rabbits sheath shifted ever so slightly as he got it out. Not moving by itself, but moved from inside as he had so desperately hoped. Eyes rooted to his crotch he stared in silence as a heat built inside his plumbing, a feeling that built from lukewarm to steaming inside. Slowly at first, then fast enough to see, Joss’s sheath filled out with increasing heaviness.

He was mesmerized by his own junk. What began just as a growing plumpness (as if he was getting hard) became a definite growth. His crotch was burning without pain as the rabbit cock expanded within its nest until the mouth of the sheath pulled open, like an eyelid revealing a fleshy staring eye.

Gradually the sensation died away, but the change remained.

“All [i]right![/i]” Joss cheered. He lifted a double fist pump into the air, letting out his exuberant relief. “WOO! Okay, I gotta look at this thing in the mirror.”

He nearly tripped over his loosened pants as he got up, and tossed them aside. This was his own apartment after all. He skidded to a stop in front of the floor-length mirror.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” The rabbit posed, turning himself first to the side to see just how far he could go with his heavy cock-holster still visible and then head on with his arms folded cockily behind his head. That bulge was huge on his athletic frame, exposed skin of his cockhead peeking out from its den. “Oh man. Need to see what monster looks like hard. I bet I’m three times as big. Like eighteen inches and thicker than a beer can.”

Joss reached down, feeling up his full sheath and squishing it around. His mind conjured up images of Sophi, in skimpy clothes and no clothes at all. Spreading her pussy wide for him to look at. Like that weasel in one of their favorite pornos- That furry slinky was a hot piece of ass. Maybe one or two of Sophi’s girlfriends would be down for a group session, heck knows Sophi would happily do most of the persuading-

“Ow.”

A sharp tug interrupted Joss’s train of thought, but he just adjusted his grip and went back to groping himself. Just the size increase fucking with his angle, no probl- “[i]Ow![/i]”

This time the rabbit looked down between his legs, certain he’d dug a nail into himself somewhere by accident. 

A sense of touch is a funny thing. It doesn’t go just one way. Nerves under the skin report back to headquarters, and the brain makes sense of it after throwing out the unimportant stuff. Sometimes information coming in through the eyes and ears will make the brain reconsider what’s important, especially when it was paying attention to something else the first time around. And then it will sift through the discards to add them back in. That’s why so many people throughout history have looked down and thought ‘Oh. My arm’s missing. OH FUCK MY ARM’S MISSING.’, or some variation, and only after that have it start to hurt.

In this case, Joss’s arm was fine. He was just suddenly aware that the ego-boosting fullness in his sheath had become an unpleasantly intense stretch.

“Ow, ow, ow!” The rabbit staggered back to a sitting position on the edge of his mattress, once more staring at his masculine pieces. Now that he was focused on it, the velvety sheath was tight on his dick, rim taut around his cockhead. Both penis and sheath protested this, the former robbed of its full expansion by lack of space and the latter finding itself pulled to the limit of its elasticity like a small-sized pair of sweat pants on a rhino.

Luckily for Joss, the discomfort was enough to shut down his erection before it really got going. With the blood flowing out of his enlarged cock almost as fast as it arrived the pain eased to tolerability.

He lay there on his bed for a bit, catching his breath from surprise more than anything else. “What the hell?”

Joss eased himself back up to a sitting position. Taking a closer look at his crotch, he began to develop an inkling of the nature of the problem.

“Shit.” The rabbit announced to his bedroom. “My sheath didn’t get any bigger.”

If Joss was any judge- and he damn well ought to be at least in the top two where his own junk was concerned- his flaccid cock was already pulling its packaging open almost as wide it normally would fully hard. And there was precious little room left over during a normal erection, something Joss hadn’t thought much about up until now.

Experimentally, he probed at his enlarged equipment. Sure enough, there wasn’t much give, and what there was came from the general softness of the tissue rather than an excess of spare space. Thinking he might be able to get his cock out while he was soft, Joss tried to dig a finger under the edge of his foreskin.

He hissed through his teeth as the digit put just a smidgen too much pull on skin tender from already being yanked, and jerked his hand back away. That wasn’t going to work. Not while he was still so sensitive, at least. And now he thought about it a little more, getting it out soft might not be an improvement; any subsequent erection would just pull the mouth of his sheath out around his shaft instead. As it was, it felt like the brim of his cockhead was wide enough to be trapped inside.

Damn it. Joss was hung like a horse, and he couldn’t even get hard to look at it. He assumed he was hung like a horse, at least. Didn’t seem likely to be otherwise, with the cockhead that big. The mental image of a comically misproportioned dong floated through his head, looking even more like a mushroom than average with a wide brim over a skinny little shaft, and he laughed tiredly. He’d have to tell that one to Sophi.

Sophi! 

Joss leapt to his feet and darted back into the kitchen, feeling his sore personal bits wobbling with every step. He’d have to call it off. They couldn’t do anything with him like this. And Sophi was… Sophi.

A knocking at the door told him he was too late. He dove for his pants, wrestling them on. Just in time. He managed to get to his feet just as the lock clicked open, walking forward to greet the otter who had just let herself in.

“Heeeeey Sophi.” He tried to sound casual. “Uh, bad news, the serum didn’t work.”

“Hm?” Sophi blinked back at him. “Oh. Shit. I was looking forward to that. You’re sure you ordered the right thing?”

“Uh, maybe not.” Joss grabbed onto the excuse like a lifeline, trying to crowd the cute otter back out the door before she could install herself in his home for the evening. Preferably without looking down at her hips or tight tank top. “That’s probably it. I’ll try again and call you back when it gets here.”

Sophi didn’t let herself be crowded. In his haste to get her out the door, Joss had forgotten that invading Sophi’s personal space didn’t work. She always invaded right back. Her sleek form pressed into his front, breathing into his collarbone in something that wasn’t quite a hug and wasn’t heavy petting, gave ample reason to regret this tactical error. “Don’t be silly. I came all the way over for quality time with my snuggle bunny.”

“I don’t feel that great.” Funerals. Dead puppies. People leaving raw meat on the shelves in the soda aisle.  Joss thought of the least sexy things he could to avoid dwelling on the perfect thighs within easy arms reach. “Pretty tired. Maybe tomorr- no, Sunday. Sunday would be good.”

“I bet I can wake you up.” She churred into his neck, nibbling at it. “I’m all worked up, not leaving without-“

In that precise moment, Joss knew he was fucked.

“What’s this?” The hand squeezing his crotch left him in no doubt what she was asking about. 

“Sophi-“

“You said it didn’t work.” 

Yep. Totally fucked: If Sophi had sounded mad, he would have known he could get out of this and patch it up later. Right now she sounded… [i]interested[/i].

“It kinda didn’t?” Joss said lamely.

The otter girl looked at him like he was a fifty she found on the street. 

His whimper was pitiable.

She didn’t look it unless you studied the couple side by side, but Sophi outweighed the rabbit by a fair margin, outmuscled him by quite a bit more, and had fast hands besides. She had him down on the soft carpet and her favorite fluffy handcuffs around his wrists before you could say ‘lickety-split’.

“Sophi, rudderbutt, please-“ 

“Let’s see what you’re hiding down here…” She had his arms held in one hand by the chain of the handcuffs while the other rooted around down south. His button proved no obstacle, not having been properly seated in the buttonhole in his haste to get the pants on, and a zip laid his danglies bare to the world. “Oh, that looks tasty.”

“Don’t-“ He gasped in arousal- and the attendant discomfort- as she felt up the overstuffed sheath appreciatively. 

“Wow. I can’t wait to see what this thing looks like.” Sophi cooed. The otter adjusted her grip, trying to masturbate him through his sheath and sending red edged tugs of pain through him as his cock responded. 

“Ah! Stop, I can’t, I can’t, It won’t come out!”

“Huh?” Glancing up from her prize to the wincing face of the bunny she had pinned to the floor, Sophi paused, aware through her own lust that something was off but not yet making the connection. “What?”

“I…” Joss closed his eyes, forced himself to take a deep breath. Grandma, itchy wool sweaters, rotten fish from the seafood department. It was challenging to think unsexy thoughts while his otter girlfriend was kneeling right there between his legs. “The stuff worked, but now I can’t get it out. It’s stuck.”

She reappraised the bulging sheath. Carefully, she put one fingertip right over his piss slit and rolled the entire package fractionally to one side, then the other. “That’s hot.”

“It hurt!” Joss protested, eyes open so he could shoot a dirty look her way. It bounced off the impish smile she was leveling back at him from about five inches away. “When… I started to get horny I mean.”

“Sooooooo….” Sophi loomed like a manic vulture on pixie dust, smile threatening to break her face. “Like that cock-cage I wanted to get you.”

“I’m [i]not[/i] putting one of those things on.” It was an autopilot response, written into reflex.

“And I remember you liked it when I did that thing with the bullwhip. And the paddles. And the wax too.”

“…Yes?” Joss had a sinking feeling he knew where this was headed. 

“I don’t hear the safeword.” Sophi’s hand closed around his sheath once more, and gave the sore bundle a hard squeeze. The rabbit in her grip gasped at the pressure, and she continued on. “You know the rules. You called me over and got me all worked up, so you’re gonna do [i]something[/i] to fix it.”

That was a direct challenge to his libido, making his cock surge against its plush prison as a burning ache. Ordinarily Joss appreciated Sophi’s bouts of sexual aggression and/or sadism. He was appreciating it right now …which was causing something of a feedback loop between his legs, not to mention gumming up his thinking.

Trying to cope with that gave the otter plenty of time to shuck her clothes, without ever relinquishing her grip on his hands. Scooching downward between his knees she pressed her nose against the trapped cock, dragging him up to a sitting position by his wrists to watch her.

“We’ve got a real big boy here.” The otter teased. She delicately licked at the exposed portion of cockhead, savoring the moan of distress and lust from the rabbit above her when it pulsed against the constraining sheath. “Such a shame it’s trapped. I’d like to give a dick this huge all kinds of attention.”

“Sophi…” Joss gasped hopelessly. 

“I can fit a lot down my throat, you know.” Sophi said offhandedly, daintily lapping at the edge of the stressed sheath without taking her eyes off her lover’s face. “I got this horse dildo to practice with when you told me about what you were going to do. I’m good at it.”

Her maw opened wide and sank over the entire throbbing package, treating the rabbit to the warmth of her soft wet mouth while her tongue dragged over his tip. She could feel the twitching of his response to the mixed-up sensations of his constrained quarter-chub, taste the pre. She pulled off when he let out a particularly forlorn little cry of need.

“Feels like your cock might be even bigger than my Mr Ed toy. Pity this bad boy can’t come out to play. I would probably gag on him.”

Overwhelmed by the mental image of Sophi down there, choking on a cock as big as his arm with A-cupped chest heaving, Joss’s hands forced themselves downward. Whether to protect his crotch from the otter or grope in vain at the mostly-inaccessible penis, he couldn’t say. Neither aim was accomplished. Sophi nipped his throbbing cockpocket, sharp teeth digging into the abused skin and forcing a yelp out of the beleaguered rabbit. 

“No touching.” She chided, kissing the toothmarks. Sophi had not quite broken the skin, but it was a near thing. “This is my toy. Do you want more?”

“Uh… Uh…” Joss stammered breathily. Did he want more? How could he answer a question like that, when it hurt to get that mouth.

His disappointment was matched only by his relief when Sophi took the decision out of his hands.

“Too bad. Your mistress wants her toy for something else.” She levered herself upward, pressing her mouth to his. They kissed hungrily, tongues twining. She drank down his whimpers of pain as the passion forced more blood where there was no room for it. Sophi pulled out of the kiss first, and with the same lightness as she’d started on his self-caging cock, tasted the hesitant tears off his face.

Without warning she shoved the rabbit back onto the carpet with a thump. “Hold still, toy.”

Sophi repositioned herself with knees on either side of the handcuffed male’s hips, letting the moisture of her arousal drip right from her cunt onto Joss’s abused maleness. 

“Look at me.” She demanded, cupping her hands under her pert breasts, massaging the small mounds.

“I’m looking.” Joss assured her breathlessly.

“I’m wet and horny because of you.” Sophi accused. “And you’re denying me a good stuffing. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Sophi.”

Without meaning to, he bucked his hips, ramming his slickened bulge up to mash against her inner legs, and yelped. For a moment his sheath had been vised between the demands of the erection it was preventing and the otter’s crotch. Sophi smiled down at the helpless rabbit.

“Stay still, toy. Since you can’t fuck me properly, I’m going to use you to get off.”

She lowered her hips gracefully until her sopping pussy grazed his throbbing male mound. One little adjustment downward, mashing her lips against the painfully stressed package, and she started grinding. As promised, she used him. Like a pillow to hump against. Except she gave that little extra attention to work her labia over the excruciated knob, teasing it with what it couldn’t have.

But the otter could have [i]it[/i] just fine. She really had been practicing with a rather large flared dildo, modeled after a feral equine. Not as large as the real farmyard phallus, but big. Big enough that it hurt Joss more than it hurt her to force his tormented package into her, sheath and all.

She moaned in pleasure at being filled. He groaned in torment and ecstasy. 

Sophi ground down violently over her toy. Wet raunchy sounds of a stretched cunt over a stretched foreskin over a violently compacted penis filled the room, little [i]plat[/i]s of air squeezed out or wheezing in as the shifting tight fit created a vacuum.

Egged on by the look of agonized pleasure on Joss’s face and filled wide if not deep, the building warmth in Sophi’s nethers crested all at once. She roared a throaty cry into the air as her release wracked her insides, squeezing and mashing Joss’s sensitive meat.

Mashing just right, in fact. With her juices agonizingly massaged into his package, and the sheath’s mouth worked beyond endurance, Joss’s cockhead popped loose of its constricted prison, right into her sloppy cunt. Her cry turned into a confused- but not terribly protesting- scream as all the blood that had been trying to get into the rabbit’s dick suddenly found there was plenty of available real estate and his oversized cock surged into erection all at once.

Joss’s vision went black for a moment. With his blood occupying much more space than it had a second ago, there wasn’t quite enough to go around until his other blood vessels tightened to keep up the pressure. The first thing the renewed supply carried along with it was a tide of lust which ripped through his submissive, masochistic headspace and left only pent-up horniness in its wake.

Outright lifted up by the pillar in her snatch- Joss’s earlier estimate of eighteen inches and a beer can had only fallen a little short on both fronts, and otter space can only cope with so much on half a second’s notice- and still disoriented in the throes of orgasm, Sophi found a pair of hands around her neck and forcing her down onto her back.

Now in an uncontrollable feral rut, and paradoxically goaded on by the continued pain of his stretched sheath, Joss thrust his battering ram dick into the otter’s tight snatch with the energy only a lust-possessed lapine can muster. A tight snatch indeed, but oh so much more welcoming than the earlier bondage of his maleness. He couldn’t force all of himself into Sophi. Only half of his obscene length pistoned in and out of her love tunnel, wringing a second sustained orgasm out of the otter before the first one properly ended. His width ensured that he couldn’t help but grind against Sophi’s clit every inch of the way while squeezing that feminine nub in a meager revenge for earlier depredations.

When he came, it took a long time. His swinging balls had to pump their contents out a much longer tube, through a urethra pinched in the twin vices of his sheath at the base and the pussy further up. Every pump was an uphill battle against those obstructions, drawing his climax on and on as if he were wearing half a dozen tight cockrings. Pain. Pleasure. Could have been either, and it didn’t matter in the need to rut.

“Cantaloupe. Cantaloupe!”

The wheezed phrase meandered through his hazed mind, finding the way difficult with his cum still pumping, but eventually found its way to the box marked ‘safeword’. A minute later (that is, [i]really[/i] about a minute, in the sense of ‘sixty seconds give or take’) he realized he still had his hands around the otter’s throat. Sure, she was still getting some oxygen through that windpipe, but that was probably getting uncomfortable. He let go and collapsed on top of her, but kept fucking the narrow hole he was buried in for a while, because how could he stop?

After much gasping, many aftershocks, and the occasional unintelligible murmur, both lovers started to get a better hold on their senses.

“Fuuuuck.” Sighed Sophi. “That was intense.”

“Uhuh.” Joss agreed. As has already been mentioned, touch can be a tricky sense, and about now it was reminding him that his sheath was still stretched well beyond comfortable capacity. Although now that his erection was mostly out of it, at least some of the give previously taken up by his flaccid shaft’s length was available to help cope with the hard width. That helped… a little. “Ow.”

Sophi giggled. “Everything okay down there?”

“I think my junk is ninety percent bruises.” He admitted. “Fucking ow.”

“Me too. Love how you went fuckbeast on me.” Sophi scooched up a little to be able to kiss him on the forehead. In the process his tip pulled out of her, spilling her orgasm onto the carpet (and what little of his had been able to make the whole trip). “So much fun when you take charge.”

She paused thoughtfully, and added, “…I think I like getting choked a little bit.”

He gave her the best growl a bunny could muster. Which, when it was a lust-drunk bunny, wasn’t half bad. “Gimme ten minutes and you can try choking a [i]lot[/i] on my cock.” 

“Deal.”



[center]The End[/center]