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This story was written for Teriyaki. It contains M/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult, edging and mild hyper play. :3

One At A Time

Matthias pulled the drapes closed, and merely a second or so later pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. The mouse was already minimally dressed, having spent most of the day lazing around the house in a t-shirt and boxers, but now he eagerly rid himself of even those few items of clothing for the evening ahead. Naked, already feeling himself growing hard though he didn't yet move a hand to explore his quickly engorging nether regions, he scrambled up onto his bed and rather playfully flung himself forward towards the pillows at its head. He didn't slip beneath the covers, the gentle hum of the apartment's AC unit keeping things pleasant in the later summer heat and providing a wonderfully soothing, refreshing coolness, rolling over onto his back and stretching contentedly out across the bed's breadth.

Only now did one of the mouse's hands begin to roam down the length of his body, but still not making its way all the way to his now swollen and eagerly waiting crotch. He squeaked softly, the plump, rounded features of his face flushing beneath the pale, creamy fur upon his cheeks. He rubbed at his stomach, pleasantly full after a day watching TV, playing games and eating pizza. Some might have seen him, chubby, solitary and revelling in indoor, introverted pursuits, and made fun. Some might have felt sorry for him, or rolled their eyes as they wondered how he had deluded himself into thinking that this was any kind of life worth being proud of. But... y'know what? Fuck them. The mouse giggled as he thought that, rubbing his rounded stomach, revelling in how full he was, how content, how happy he was with every last little bit of his existence, including the extra poundage that jiggled as he quivered in anticipation.

Until just over a year ago, Matthias hadn't had any of this. Not just the luxuries, games consoles, a big TV, money for whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted it, time enough to be lazy, to put on weight and keep it on. Hell, forget the luxuries. There had been days when he hadn't even been able to put food on the table for himself. Days when he'd been without a table. A home. Living moment to moment, hour to hour of long, hard, seemingly never-ending work.

Maybe someday he'd grow tired of his respite. Maybe one day he'd decide that he wanted to listen to podcasts rather than catch up on all the TV he'd never had the time, the channels or the devices required to watch growing up and in the harder years of his earlier adult life. Maybe he'd take up jogging, or hiking, and get fit, muscular, or at the very least lose some of the puppy fat that enshrouded his curvaceous figure. But if he ever did so it wouldn't be because of pressure from any outside source. If he wanted to do it, it would be for the same reason he did anything nowadays. Because he wanted it, and he wanted to put his mind to it.

Until then though, his days would remain carefree and excessive in their sloth, and his nights... well, even if he decided to turn from couch-mouse to gym-rat at some point in the future, he knew that his nightly routine would remain the same. It wasn't that it was hugely vital, that it held some special significance to the mouse or that these night-time antics in any way played a role in making his life the success that it now was. It just felt really, really, really fucking good.

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At last, Matthias' hand ran down beyond his belly, and with a soft moan as his eyes fluttered shut the mouse wrapped his pink left paw around his cock. He squeezed, just once, and let it linger. He gasped as the sensation spread like wildfire through his body, provoking such a response as his toes flexed, his back arched slightly and his member itself throbbed hungrily, straining within his grasp as though demanding either to be freed or to be imprisoned more tightly and squeezed like that once again. The mouse obeyed, giving his cock another squeeze, then a stroke. He slowly, tenderly began to rub up and down the six inches of his length, gasping, drawing in ragged breaths as his stroking became a more steady, eager pumping. He knew exactly what he was doing, and his plump body took care of itself well as he trembled and squirmed in response to his own stimulation. It was his mind however, the silent, still space inside the mouse's head that was doing the majority of the work though. For as he masturbated openly, as he pleasured himself without shame or any visible restraint, he began to fantasise. His day to day activities might have kept him relatively sedentary and often without romantic company, but in his mind he could go anywhere, and indeed be with anyone he so desired.

He pictured himself lying upon this very same bed, on all fours with a large and lush pillow beneath him, arms wrapped around it, rock hard cock pressed into and throbbing against the soft, cool material. Behind him, holding his pink tail high over one shoulder as a thicker, larger, knotted cock drove into his ass, a beer-bellied and loudly panting German Shepherd fucked him. Two strong canine hands squeezed and rubbed at the cheeks of his ass when they weren't being spanked by the rapid thrusts of the dog's thighs, only for the dog to hunch down over him and begin humping more savagely, urgently. Those same hands wrapped around his torso as the panting, huffing dog humped him down into the pillow that Matthias himself was uncontrollably bucking into. They rubbed lovingly over his belly. They rose up to squeeze at his plump chest, teasing the nipples upon his slight but undeniable cleavage. Loudly the male mouse squeaked in ecstasy. Louder.

Louder.

He stopped, eyes springing open and hand dragging itself away from his member just as he arched his back in a frantic squeal of lust. Pre-cum oozed down the length of his shaft as it twitched and strained, and Matthias' chest heaved as he watched his hands, both now lifted up into the air and trembling in the effort it took not to reach out and touch his cock once again. He was so close. So close to cumming, to concluding the fantasy that had swept him up so hurriedly and driven him to this point. He could let it happen. It would be so easy, and it would feel so good.

But... not as good as it could feel. Not as good as if he was patient, and if he waited.

So he did. He closed his eyes once more. He trembled, blushed, and squeaked bashfully as he slipped back into his fantasy.

Cum stained the pillow between his trembling thighs. Warm, wet heat filled his ass, and a tightness locked them together as the German Shepherd's knot throbbed beneath the mouse's own pink tail. Soft lips kissed the back of his neck, and warm hands continued to play with Matthias nipples. In the fantasy, he'd cum. In the fantasy he was satisfied. And for now, that would have to be enough. Not just in this fantasy, but in all the ones to come.

The mouse's hand was on his cock again, rubbing himself back towards rapture as he found himself in the locker room of a public swimming pool. He was in trunks, the nylon-spandex material clinging tightly to his plump thighs and outlining his buttocks in exceptional detail, and was still dripping wet from the swim he had obviously just finished enjoying. Padding towards the showers he paused for a moment, the slapping of his pink feet against the cool, ridged tile falling silent as another sound made its way to his ears. Moaning. With a redness rising in his cheeks and a tent swelling in his trunks, the mouse pushed on forward once more. Closer to the showers, closer to the source of those moans which now seemed to be coming not from one single voice, but several distinct figures.

Sure enough, as soon as he reached the shower block with its open rows of undivided shower-heads stretched along several tile walls, Matthias saw them. A tiger, buff and muscular. An otter, lean and almost as short as himself. A wolf, heavyset but still almost as strong looking as the feline male. They were all upon their knees, though it did surprise the mouse that the otter was not the one in the middle of the trio. He was at the head end of the wolf, his own head tossed back and eyes wide as he moaned feverishly, humping into the wolf's maw with an exceptionally thick looking cock. At the other end of the lupine male's strong but chubby figure, the tiger was going to town deep in his ass, but not without care, one arm visibly reaching beneath the wolf to grasp at his knotted cock and pump it in time with the thrusts of his own hips.

The otter's head tipped forward, and his eyes widened as he saw Matthias. The shock only lasted for a moment though, then twisted into a lustful grin as he saw the tent in the mouse's trunks and the pink hand unconsciously rubbing at it.

He beckoned the mouse forward, licking his lips as he continued to buck harder and harder into the wolf's greedy maw. Whimpering, blushing, trembling from ear-tip to toes, Matthias obliged.

Even as the mouse saw himself joining that now foursome of lustful swimmers, being piled upon by each and every one of them, a cock in his muzzle, in his ass and in one hand before he could even introduce himself by name, he felt his hand pulling away from his cock. He shuddered and whimpered and squeaked loudly as he imagined himself being covered in their cum and painting himself, not to mention the tiger's paw jerking him off, with strings of hot, abundant seed. But again, while he allowed himself release and satisfaction within the fantasy, he was denied it in reality.

By the time that second wave of pleasure had passed, by the time he had allowed himself to be edged and pulled back from that blissful brink once again, he could already feel it. What he wanted. The reason he did this almost each and every night, ignoring whatever urges may have arisen during the day so that he could save himself for an evening of... well, of exactly this. Trembling, one of the mouse's hands sank lower and lower upon his body, lower even than where his cock urgently throbbed and begged for the return of his digits' attention. He groped at his balls, and moaned loudly as he felt what he was already almost certain of. They were beginning to swell. Already, even before he made any effort to increase their size, they were larger than average. They always had been. But now... just as was the case each and every time since Matthias had discovered this little trick he could play upon his body by taking it right to the edge of climax without letting it go over, they were beginning to grow larger still, heavy and tight within the flesh that contained them, achingly tender and yet so ready for more.

Again he closed his eyes.

Again he fantasised.

A sunbathing session on the beach interrupted by a shadow falling over him, raising his eyes, blinking through dazzling sunshine to see a grinning deer already naked and with cock in hand, shamelessly jerking off over the mouse while all around the beach others looked on, all desirous, not a single individual frustrated or aghast at this display of public lewdness. It ended with the huge deer holding the plump mouse aloft by his thick thighs, bouncing him up and down upon his cock where he stood as Matthias squealed and launched his cum out across the beach for all to see. But of course, in reality, Matthias whimpered and gasped as only the fantasy version of himself achieved his release in such spectacular fashion.

A car park in the darkness after a late night movie date, Matthias moaned helplessly as his imagined boyfriend sucked his cock as he sat in the front seat, the door open and his lover kneeling upon the asphalt of the parking lot itself.

A sudden cloudburst soaked Matthias to the skin as his chubby figure jogged through the park, but before long he and a lion were wringing out their sodden sportswear under an otherwise deserted bandstand, listening to the rain pour down over their heads as they blushed and eyed one another up in their underwear. Soaked, see through and increasingly tented underwear.

Between each fantasy, Matthias waited. He endured his desire, his desperation as each fantasy rendition of himself was granted sweet and ever more blissful release, while he was denied over and over again in reality. His balls grew bigger. Bigger. From a tennis ball sized package beneath his throbbing cock to a baseball. Before he knew it, though at the same time an agonised eternity later, a volleyball, then a basketball. He spread his legs upon the bed and yet still each time his thighs trembled he felt them squeezing helplessly at the huge, vast balls resting between them, so heavy and so swollen, sloshing with copious volumes of cum.

One more fantasy began to pass through Matthias' mind as he lay there touching not only his cock once again, but his balls too. Rubbing them, squeezing what he could fit of them into one palm. His eyes remained open this time however, and his moaning was louder, more frantic and frenzied as he imagined not some fantasy scenario of intricate and intense lewdness with another person or several people, but... simply into the future a short way.

He imagined that he was at the edge once more. Ready to cum. Primed. So close. So desperate. He imagined slowing his stroking to almost an absolute standstill, but not quite. Still holding his cock. Still squeezing it, stroking it ever so lightly and delicately. He imagined that feeling returning, the build up, the imminent knowledge of release edging him closer, closer, closer to the brink. He imagined pushing himself so close, so close to cumming that he swore he would lose his mind if he made himself stop.

He imagined himself stopping. Pulling his hands away from his cock and vast, swollen balls, and squeaking. Screaming. Wailing in rage at his very own body for denying him yet again.

He imagined it, but in reality, just as before, things were different.

Matthias' eyes bulged as his mind snapped back to reality. His back arched, his toes curled and his tail thrashed beneath him. He tried to catch his breath, tried to trick himself for even an instant into thinking that maybe he was going to edge himself just one more time. But it was already too late for that. In his fantasy, in his desperation, he had already pushed himself beyond that point of no return. This was happening, and as he lay in the pitch darkness, any light that had been seeping in around the bedroom's drapes having long since faded as evening turned to night, Matthias' final, epic squeak of bliss accompanied not just an amazing orgasm. Not just a long, wondrously and lewdly productive orgasm. Not just an orgasm that went on and on and on as the mouse's huge swollen balls were drained of every drop through his throbbing, straining cock and the hand wildly pumping up and down its length.

Matthias' cry of supreme relief as he finally climaxed went on and on and on until the mouse had no breath remaining with which to cry out, and then silently, gasping for air, it continued as the mouse painted himself, his bed and the wall behind it with thick, obscenely copious waves of cum. Right up to the moment where still cumming, still bucking and whimpering and spraying his own plump figure with yet more rich, thick seed, Matthias either passed out, or simply stopped remembering what happened until finally he did.

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The following morning, with bright sunshine beaming in around the edges of the drapes and lighting the room with a dazzling glow through the material, Matthias groaned as he rose from his slumber.

He looked down at himself, giggling and blushing. His fur was stained, matted with such quantities of dried cum that it wasn't so much ribbons and strings as it appeared he had been bathed from head to toe in his fluids. The bedding beneath him, as always, was damp and reeked strongly of his masculine scent, and the wall behind the headboard bore dark patches where the seed had dried, a few glistening, thick spots of still glistening cum still remaining.

The plump mouse stretched, giggled again as he felt the dry cum tug at his furred form, and lay still for a moment as he considered whether to shower first, to strip the bed, or to wash down the wall. Either way, he didn't mind the job. After all, it would only take an hour or so, and beyond that he had the whole day ahead of him. A whole day to relax and enjoy himself, to eat good food and chill out, all leading up to the coming evening.

He reached down and caressed his balls, still large and plump, though now only the tennis-ball sized package they had begun last nights session as once again. His cock, hard but only due to morning wood, twitched slightly.

The mouse giggled, but removed his paw from the area of temptation.

Not now.

Not yet.

But tonight, just as was the case every other night, he would reward himself for his patience. For waiting, and avoiding such pleasant temptations during the day.

The mouse would shower. He'd strip the bed, then clean the walls, then go downstairs in search of something delicious for breakfast and something light and cartoony to watch on TV. Then he'd do whatever else sprung to mind to pass the time, and before he knew it, evening would be upon him and his achingly sensitive nether regions once more.

"One thing at a time..."

Murmuring to himself, glancing down over his plump belly as though addressing his cock directly, the mouse giggled again.

"There's always something to look forward to, something you can appreciate more, if you take everything one at a time."

By Jeeves

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