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David did his best to relax.

He had the entire dormitory floor to himself. Downstairs, the party of the year raged into its fifth hour with no signs of stopping, but up on the fourth floor, everything was deathly quiet. David enjoyed the silence, there was always too much noise in the dorm, too many rowdy boys determined to stay as far away from manhood as they could.

Normally, he would have found the quiet soothing, but not tonight. Tonight, he was waiting for someone. Hopefully it would turn out to be the most important person in his life so far. He was twenty three, a senior in college, and tonight, if the universe was kind, he would lose his virginity.

Being a hippopotamus, David was the second biggest man at the school after its lone elephant. He was a giant, in fact, over eight feet tall and weighed almost half a ton. Despite his best efforts, a good chunk of that was fat. He carried a big round belly in front of him, a thick, meaty ass behind him, and huge hunks of flesh everywhere else.

He worked out obsessively, but it never put a dent in his size. Being fat, though, wasn't his problem. A large percentage of morphs tended towards fat, there was little stigma attached to it. Being eight feet tall wasn't the problem either, it got him lots of attention from men and women. The problem was that even if he did manage to convince someone to join him for a bit of recreation, once he took off his pants, any chance of a happy ending was gone.

No one seemed to realize that an eight foot, nine hundred pound man was going to have a penis to match, or they at least thought themselves capable of handling it. Until they saw it.

It was an embarrassment. Twenty two inches long, and almost as wide as a 2 liter bottle, it belonged on a horse. A few had been game to try, of course, but no one had been able to take more than the head before begging off.

People of his size were rare enough that they simply weren't an option. He'd have to move to Africa and that just wasn't going to happen.

Two weeks ago, he found hope. On an amateur video site, a young fox had posted a video. "KidFox69 Takes Huge Dildo" it said. He had clicked on it, not expecting much. Huge dildo was such a vague term. But from the second the video loaded, he was riveted.

The camera had been placed on a table, and affixed to a chair straight ahead of it, sat the nearest thing to his own massive erection that he'd ever seen. It wasn't quite as long or as wide, but it was similar enough. Then the fox entered, slim and on the small side, even for a fox. Standing next to the black monstrosity, he looked comically small. There was no way he was going to take that thing.

He slathered thick white lube on the fake cock, then mounted the chair and set the end against his hole. Slowly, he pressed himself down and to David's amazement, his anus stretched to accommodate. It took almost five minutes with frequent breaks, but he managed to set his rump against the laminate of the chair with his feet on the floor.

Then he started bouncing on it, standing as tall as he could before dropping down until semen blasted out of his hard cock without him touching it once. David came harder than he ever had in his life.

Once he'd cleaned up, he checked his profile. Looking for a real cock to challenge my hole, it said. Then the kicker: Student at Stream Ridge University. It was almost too good to be true. Immediately, he sent a message with a photo of his penis included and his dorm room address. A few hours later, the date was set.

A knock at the door. David threw on his blanket to cover his nudity and said, "It's open."

The fox entered. It was the first time David had seen his face, the video had been blocked to keep it out of view. He was handsome enough, not that David cared at that point. He'd have sex with an animal if he thought it might be able to take him.

"You're David, right?" the fox said.

"How many hippos do you think Stream Ridge has?"

"Good point. Was that really your cock?"

In response, David threw the blanket aside, revealing his body, and more importantly, his erection. He was hard as a rock, unlike most with men with a penis that size, he had plenty of blood to spare to fill it. It reached his belly button. In fact, it had already drooled a good sized pool of precum there.

"You're too good to be true," the fox breathed.

"So are you, if you can really take this thing."

"If it kills me," he said, and closed the door behind him. He set a bag down by the bed before joining David.

"Do you mind?" he said as he reached for it.

"Knock yourself out."

He took it first in one hand; he looked like a little kid grabbing the wrong side of a bat. His small fingers squeezed, so different from David's thick sausage fingers. He added his other hand, his fingertips barely overlapped.

"You know, you haven't told me your name," David said. The fox didn't seem to hear. He stroked him, pulling the foreskin part way down, revealing the top of his head before letting it relax back into place. He shifted in bed to get a top down view, pulled the head back with one hand and pulled the cleft on the tip apart with the other. He flicked his tongue across the opening of his urethra.

"You must cum like a fire hose," he said.

"I did when I saw your video."

"Mmm," he said, as he did his best to take David's massive head into his small mouth. He could just manage it and keep his teeth out of the way, but moving was out of the question. David could see how strained his jaw was. Still, he made good use of his tongue, flicking it around with surprising dexterity. Perhaps it was a skill he had cultivated.

It felt alright, but honestly, it wasn't what he was interested in. It was an erotic sight, to be sure. An audience would probably find it quite arousing, but David had invited the fox over for one thing and he was getting impatient. Still, he held back from pressing for it. He had waited this long and if it meant actually penetrating another living person and getting his big cock wet for the first time, he could wait a little longer. In a moment, his patience was rewarded.

"God, I wish I could swallow that thing. Good thing I can't, I guess. I'd probably burn you with my stomach acid. You want to help me get ready to take this beast?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stood, stripping off his shirt as he stepped onto the floor. With his back turned, he slowly dropped his pants, bending at the waist and showing off his ass.

It was shapely, round, taut. He didn't notice. It was covered in red fur. He didn't notice. What he did notice was the butt plug just under his pseudo-tail. It had a ring, the same black rubber as the rest of it. Without thinking, he grasped it and gave it a tug. The fox moaned.

"Mmm, eager, are we?" he said.

"I told you, if you can take me, you'll be the first."

"Well, you can't rush these things, you know. I want to take you, but I'd rather it not be the last thing I do."

David removed his hand.

"I didn't say you had to stop. Go ahead. Pull it out. Just go slow. It's bigger than it looks."

David squeezed a massive finger through the ring. It was meant for a three-finger grip, so it was just big enough for his one. He applied gentle pressure and slowly increased until he felt the fox's ring being to give. He sighed as it slid out centimeter by centimeter. David's eyes widened as it revealed itself to be bigger around than a soda can.

Once it began to taper off again, the fox reached back with a bottle of lube and squirted some on.

"Push it back in," he said, "fuck me with it, but slow."

He did as he was told. Slowly he worked the plug in and out. He was amazed at how easily it moved after a few strokes.

"That's enough." The fox pulled away, leaving David with the plug wrapped around his finger. He climbed onto the bed, handed David two objects and got on his hands and knees with his now gaping ass in the air.

David shook the butt plug off his finger, heedless of what kind of mess it might make on his floor. His cock was even harder looking at the fox in that position. He looked at the things the fox gave him.

"Is this a turkey baster?" he asked.

"Sure is. How else am I supposed to get lube deep in me?"

"Right."

The other was a butt plug, even bigger than the first.

"I think you can guess what you're supposed to do now," the fox said.

David could. He put the turkey baster in the fox's rectum as far as he could and squeezed. He pulled it out a few inches and squeezed out whatever might have been left. Then he discarded it.

The butt plug came next. It slipped in with surprisingly little resistance, given how much wider it was than the first. He worked the plug in and out just like the first, with the fox moaning and groaning the whole time.

His own cock was aching. His animal side wanted to take the available hole in front of him now, NOW, no need to wait. It's there, take it! The fox was so small, so vulnerable, there was no way he'd be able to stop him. He was completely in his power. With all the gear he'd brought with him, it would be impossible for him to argue he was taken against his will. He could do it. He could do it now. That warm, wet, ready hole was begging to be filled. He managed to hold himself back, but only just barely. He wasn't an animal, damn it.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait much longer.

"Alright, big boy. It's your turn. Lube that bat up and get it in me."

"Wouldn't it be easier if you got on top?" David asked.

"Probably, but if I wanted to do that, I'd have stuck with a dildo. I want to be fucked, damn it," He wiggled his rump, "fill me, fucker."

David didn't waste another moment. He squeezed lube out along his erection like it was ketchup on a hotdog. Spreading it around with one meaty hand, he put the other on the fox's waist to hold him still. He lined himself up.

Even after all that prep work, though it hung open and drooled thick lube, the fox didn't look like he could actually take even the head. To be perfectly honest, David was beyond caring. If he tore the poor kid in half like a sheet of paper, that would be just too bad. He was going to cum in that hole no matter what.

The very tip of the head disappeared into the gape, he hadn't yet started pressing. He just stopped for a moment to take in the scene, to really let the reality hit him full force. The moment was enough. He put his other hand on the fox's waist and half pulled him back, half pushed forward. The fox moaned as his ass stretched a little. David kept a steady pressure, intent on sinking his full length and girth into the willing hole.

"Keep it slow at first," the fox said. David did his best.

His eyes stayed glued to the fox's opening as his girth stretched it wider and wider. He expected to reach resistance at some point, to find that the hole refused to stretch any wider or that his guts refused to unkink any further, or even that he would just reach a point where there wasn't sufficient lube, but he found none. The fox had done a really good job getting himself prepared for this.

He was so intent on watching his cock disappear into the fox that he barely heard the fox's panting breath or the whiny whispers that continually sputtered out. He was three quarters of the way inside now, and barely keeping his impatience in check. His glistening pole was almost completely buried, he could no longer see it over his belly.

"Could you wait a second," the fox might have said under him. The words didn't register. David kept pushing. The widest part was already inside him anyway, what could it matter? He did notice the fox's hands desperately grasping the sheets. His face was buried in the bed now, whether to silence screams of pain, pleasure, or just to catch a glimpse of the monstrosity he's accepted into his anus, David had no idea. The only thing he knew or cared about, was that he could feel the fox's ass on his thighs. He was now balls deep inside another person.

He felt like the master of the universe. His massive tool was buried completely inside this little slut of a fox. He was completely at his mercy, he could do anything. He could start pounding into him now without mercy if he wanted and there was nothing the fox could do to stop him. He had never felt that way before.

It had always been true, obviously. David was a giant by any human standard, stronger than anyone he had ever met. But like most giants, he had learned to be gentle, lest he break his toys or friends with equal chance. Now, however, with this unnamed fox so completely in his power, having demonstrated his ability to receive abuse, he felt almost drunk.

David grasped the fox's head fur between his thick fingers and hauled back. The fox gasped as he neck bent the wrong way and he felt the hippo's hot breath on his ear.

"How do you like having my fucking cock in your slutty ass?" he hissed.

"Oh God," the fox said, "I've never... Fuck, I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back to dildos. You're so fucking big. Please, fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you? Hard?" David asked.

"Hard as you want. God, I don't care if you tear my guts, just fuck me."

David wasn't completely given over to his power trip. Enough of his gentle giant nature remained for him to slowly, almost but not quite gently, remove his massive erection just long enough to slather another healthy serving of lube along his cock before pushing it back in, still slowly, but not nearly as slowly as the first time.

He managed to hold himself back to a slow acceleration, but only for so long. Far sooner than he might have in his right mind, he came up to speed. He pulled his cock almost half way out before slamming it back home. The fox whimpered, but David barely noticed and his pace didn't flag. The fox's ass, to David's surprise, started squeezing him tightly as he howled without warning. It broke through the fog of David's arousal and he shuddered to a stop, his weight and momentum pushing him completely into the fox.

"Don't stop," the fox whined, "I've never cum so hard in my life, do it again."

A wide grin split David's face and without a single shred of mercy remaining, started pounding the fox with all his considerable strength.

"Oh my God, oh my God," the fox said unceasingly. His ass continued pulsing around David, still cumming. Multiple orgasms? David didn't pause to consider, it felt too good. He could feel his orgasm building like he'd never felt it before. Every thrust in, he pulled the fox backwards, hips slammed into ass, his belly bounced up against gravity and slapping down as the cycle began again.

His breath was ragged, his muscles were burning with the constant exertion. He put everything he had left into his thrusts, desperate to hit that high before his heavy body gave out. The fox wasn't making noise any more, his body was limp, his stream of orgasms apparently having drained him of more than his cum. David didn't care. If the fox was dead, he wouldn't have cared. He was almost at his peak and nothing was going to stop him.

Faintly, as if from a great distance, he was aware of the door to his dorm opening. He roommate stood in the doorway, another person on his arm, David didn't even notice their sex. They stood transfixed as they saw David's elephantine cock plunge to the root into the small fox, over and over again. They were no more real to him than the fox at that moment. The only things he knew were his cock and the fox's hole.

He felt it then, his orgasm, just a thrust or two away. The very last of his strength went into his hips, one, two hard thrusts that could have penetrated steel.

Then he came.

It was the most extreme orgasm in his life, he had never felt its like. Cum traveled up his stalk, he felt it, every centimeter it traveled. His balls leaped tight to his body, he even thought he could feel his prostate pulsing as it fed his ejaculate into his shaft.

A hard jet shot out of the tip of his penis, like if shot from a gun. He shot again and again, each punctuated by another hard, grinding thrust. His mind was blank, everything was pleasure and cum and tightness and warmth. He didn't know how long it lasted, how many jets, how much cum he blasted into the overwhelmed fox. He was dimly aware of sounds, the fox seemed to be weakly coming to life, mewls escaping through dry lips.

He found out later from his roommate that the fox had cum again, somehow, when David himself had ejaculated into him. Maybe even twice, it went on for so long. For himself, David knew nothing. He collapsed to the side, by luck or unconscious will. He closed his eyes and in a moment, he was asleep, partially sitting up still, and with his slowly softening bone still inside the poor distended fox rectum.

Or not so poor fox. When David awoke, he found a note. It said, "My name is Brian and I'm in Dorm 3, room 309."

His roommate told him the story of how he and his erstwhile partner helped pull Brian the fox out from under David, how what looked like a gallon of cum and lube had poured out of him. The stain was proof of that, a puddle at least a foot across had stood proud on his sheets. Above that was the evidence of the fox's enjoyment, a much smaller stain, but bigger than one might have expected from such a small person.

They'd helped him get to the shower and then to his home dorm where he'd sent them back with the note before passing out again, sprawled across his bed, naked, cum still leaking out of him despite his efforts to clean.