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  "writing": "The next morning was.... significantly different from the mornings before.  For one thing, the inhabitants of McDuck Manor discovered the condition named after the god that the Statue of Priapus was named after…\n\n\nNamely, priapism.\n\n\nEvery single male and intersex inhabitant of McDuck Manor woke up with a raging erection that wouldn't go away, no matter what they tried.  Their penises stood proudly from their hips, rigid as iron... yet with little of the strain that would normally accompany such a situation.  They weren't even sore.  The worst they could say was that they kept dribbling every now and then, depending on their arousal... and they had a strange impulse that they couldn't quite shake...\n\n\nIndeed, everyone in the manor halls seemed to have forgotten underwear that day.  Or... really any sort of bottoms at all.  And for some reason, no one was even thinking of covering up.\n\n\nEveryone walked around, yawning as they went about their morning routines, penises and testicles or vulvas on full display.  The women and girls of the household even somehow \"forgot\" to put on shirts underneath their usual jackets or vests or other attire, their breasts and nipples on display.  No one seemed to even notice, or if they did, care.  It was just a thing.  A normal thing.\n\n\nAfter all, their minds were on other things.  The party was today.  They had a dozen guests coming to stay for up to a week.  They were going to have to clean and prepare bedrooms.  There was food to be made, and decorations to be hung.  And everything was taking twice as long because everyone had to regularly take \"breaks,\" where they stepped into the nearest room to masturbate furiously.\n\n\nThis was not nearly as distracting or disruptive as it could have been, because everyone was so used to it by now.  They didn't even pause their conversations, merely stepping out of the way to let the masturbating person continue to talk.  Or riding each other.\n\n\nAnd so the morning passed quickly.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nDella groaned, pressing her thighs together as she watched Scrooge walk around the main hall, examining the decorations and cleaning, making sure everything was perfect.  He grumbled to himself, going down a checklist on a clipboard that Mrs. Beakley had handed him.\n\n\nThe young woman's thoughts weren't on decoration.  Instead, she was having to restrain herself from jumping on Scrooge right that moment.  To pounce him to the floor, take his mammoth, oversized cock in both hands... aim it towards her beckoning pussy, and slide down onto the thick, massive phallus.  To feel it penetrating her, spreading her apart, filling her completely, and riding him like a wild bronco, her cock throbbing and shooting off in front of her uncle as she rode him...\n\n\nShe'd already had sex with her brother and her sons, and her conscience was starting to get a little murky on the matter of incest and sexuality.  She'd had sex with her family, and it had been the greatest pleasure of her life.  But to have sex with her uncle?  Her father figure?\n\n\n...It actually sounded pretty awesome and she was having trouble finding a downside. Donald had rocked her world, and once her kids gained a little more experience and stamina... and learned to work together rather than squabbling the whole time, she was sure that they'd give her mind-rending sex too.\n\n\nBut at this point, Scrooge was her white whale.  She had to have him.  She'd been thinking about it ever since she heard him moan her name while stroking his foot-and-a-half of flesh, spraying enormous thick gouts of cum all over his desk.\n\n\nShe needed that monster in her pussy.\n\n\nDella moaned involuntarily, so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed her phallus begin to lurch, sending a long string of pre-cum shooting into the air and splattering wetly onto the carpet.  She winced as she heard the wet splat, and Scrooge turned to her with a raised eyebrow.\n\n\n\"S-Sorry,\" Della said, blushing.  Scrooge's eyes flicked down to her loins, his expression turning from mild amusement to something much more... hungry, his cock visibly lurching and twitching in the open air.  She could swear she heard his testicles give an audible, ominous, sloshing gurgle.  The girl's mouth was watering already.\n\n\n\"It's all right, lassie,\" Scrooge remarked lightly, \"S'not as if I have nae spilled a bit o' myself here and there,\" he chuckled, his eyes still locked on her loins.\n\n\n\"R-Really,\" said Della, her face turning redder, \"I can believe it.\"\n\n\nAnd before she could stop herself,  the words tumbled from her bill, \"I certainly saw you spilling a LOT of yourself the other day when you were masturbating to my name...\"\n\n\nDella clapped both hands to her beak, eyes widening as she realized what she had just said, horrified.  Scrooge stared at her in apparent equal shock, his mouth open, body still (other than his penis, which lurched again, and Della heard the wet 'spat-spat' of his cum landing on the floor, a tiny portion of the endless reservoirs of seed that his mammoth balls were producing.)\n\n\nThe silence between them was as intense as it was awkward.  Della was about to bolt for the nearest exit, mortified... and then, the unexpected happened.  Scrooge grinned, his cheeks flushed, his gaze locked with hers, his erection standing up tall, his precum pouring from the tip.\n\n\n\"Ah, ye saw, did ye?  So what did ye think?\" Scrooge asked her.\n\n\n\"I... what?\" Della asked, caught off-guard and unsure she heard him right.\n\n\n\"I asked:  what did ye think o' seeing yer dear ol' Uncle masturbate to the thought of ye?\" Scrooge said with a chuckle, taking his penis in hand and giving it a long, slow, stroke.  The sound was wet and sticky, as he peeled the wrinkled flesh back from his swollen glans and pushed it forward.  Precum poured from the tip of the thick, throbbing erection, spilling in rivulets over his fingers and dripping onto the carpet.\n\n\n\"I-I...\" Della stammered, blushing, \"I thought you had the biggest penis I've ever seen, and you came like a broken fire hydrant... And you moaned my name...\"\n\n\nScrooge grinned, stepping closer to her, and leaning down a bit.  His penis bobbed and twitched as he moved, the shaft throbbing and pulsating.  The glans flared and contracted, and another gush of precum dribbled from the tip of his cock.\n\n\n\"An' what did ye think o' hearing me moan your name?\" Scrooge asked, his voice a deep purr.\n\n\n\"I... I liked it.  It turned me on... really bad.  I couldn't wait to go to my room so I could rub myself until I came.  And then came again.  And again.  I couldn't get you out of my head, Uncle Scrooge.  Your big... fat... throbbing... dick,\" Della said, panting and groaning.  She reached between her thighs and began to rub her cunny, her fingertips sliding against her clitoris, her other hand fondling her swollen, throbbing penis.\n\n\n\"Della, I don't know what's come over me this last couple o' days...\" Scrooge said with a shiver, \n\"Me mind's been cloudy an' I've been... havin' thoughts.  Naughty, perverse, wrong, thoughts...\"\n\n\nDella couldn't deny having felt the exact same thing, given her incestuous exploits of the last several days, though she did not admit as such aloud.\n\n\n\"That said, that wasn't anythin' near the first time I'd said your name like tha' while takin' meself in hand,\" Scrooge admitted, \"I've been doin' it since ye were nothin' but the sweetest, most adorable lil' hatchling I've ever seen.\"\n\n\nDella was stunned.  Scrooge had been fantasizing about her for most of her life, and had never told her?  That was a lot to unpack, and Della didn't know how to feel about the fact that her uncle had apparently been in love with her since before she even hit puberty...  But she didn't get the chance to process her feelings about the revelation.\n\n\nShe was far too busy processing the fact that her uncle's cock was currently rubbing against hers.  The thick, swollen head of his cock slid along the underside of her phallus.  The smooth, silky glans rubbed against the delicate skin, the friction making her gasp in delight.  The soft flesh slid against hers, and precum dribbled from both their tips, the liquids combining and forming a wet stain on her chest feathers.\n\n\n\"AHEM,\" came a loud, prim voice.\n\n\nDella and Scrooge flinched away from each other, faces bright red even through their feathers, as they looked up to see Mrs. Beakley standing at the bannister of the upper rail above them.  The housekeeper looked exasperated, and mildly annoyed.  She tapped her foot, her eyes narrowed in a glare, her hands on her hips.\n\n\n\"I realize that the pair of you are, shall we say... 'preoccupied,'\" Mrs. Beakley said, \"But we have a manor to get ready before the guests arrive.  So I suggest you get back to work, or you won't have time for any such activity!\"\n\n\n\"Oh, uh, of course, Mrs. Beakley,\" said Scrooge, nodding quickly.\n\n\n\"Sorry,\" said Della, looking embarrassed.\n\n\n\"Good.  Get back to work,\" said the housekeeper, \"And do try to keep your hands to yourselves, hmm?  I have been informed that the first of our guests have arrived in Duckburg, and are on their way here now.  It would not be proper for them to walk in on the entrance hall draped with your fluids,\" the elderly duck said with a tut.\n\n\n\"O-Of course,\" Scrooge and Della both said quickly.  The housekeeper nodded, and then headed down the stairs, her hips rolling as she walked, her breasts bouncing gently as she moved.\n\n\nDella and Scrooge shared a brief look at one another, before turning back to their cleaning.  \n\n\nHowever, it was clear that their minds were on other things.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nA beat-up station wagon trundled down the road towards Duckburg, the roof rack packed ten feet high with luggage and the seats packed to capacity with people. A Spoonerville license plate hung (barely) from the back bumper as it swerved down the road merrily, its driver barely paying attention to either the lines on the road or the signs on the side of the road.\n\nThe driver of the car was a tall, skinny dog, with black fur and floppy black ears. He wore a light green turtleneck sweater and a red jacket over it, and a pair of blue jeans that were a bit too big for his lanky frame. He hummed tunelessly, endlessly cheerful as he drove down the highway towards the city towering ahead.\n\n\"Thanks for taking us with you, Goofy,\" said the lady sitting in the passenger seat. She was a feline, tall and buxom, with incredibly fluffy auburn hair. Her legs were crossed and she was leaned back casually, even as the car careened somewhat recklessly down the road. She wore a red button-up blouse that was stretched over her large breasts, and a tight black skirt that was barely able to contain her rear.\n\n\"Aw, shucks, Peg. It's no problem,\" Goofy said, waving a hand, \"I'm just sorry Pete couldn't come with us.\"\n\n\"...You're the only one,\" Peg muttered under her breath, before putting on a smile and speaking louder, \"My hubby was sorry that he couldn't join us too. I'm sure he's gonna regret missing out on this party. Hobnobbing with a trillionaire? That's something you don't get to do every day.\"\n\n\"Gya-hyuck!\" laughed Goofy, \"I was pretty surprised when I got the invitation from my bestie-bestest friend, Donald. Even more surprised that ol' Mr. McDuck wanted me to bring Maxie an' extended the invitation to my neighbors.\"\n\n\"How long until we get to Duckburg, Dad?\" asked a boy in the back seat. He was the spitting image of Goofy, shrunk down to a third of his size. Max Goof was a young boy, a little over seven years old. He was a little more muscled than his lanky father, the build of a boy who did a lot of skateboarding and physical activity. His jeans hung loose, and he wore a green t-shirt. The boy peered out the window, kicking his sneakered feet idly, looking bored.\n\n\"'Bout five minutes, kiddo, and about fifteen from McDuck Manor,\" Goofy replied idly.\n\"Golly gee, Mr. Goof,\" said the rotund boy sitting next to Max, \"I can't wait to see the place.\" PJ, the son of Pete, was the complete opposite of Max, physically. Where the latter was thin and muscled, the former was pudgy and soft, the build of a boy who rarely exercised. The black-furred feline boy had a kind face, and while he certainly bore a resemblance to his large father physically, he could not have been more the opposite of the cantankerous, gruff, rude man. PJ was unfailingly polite, soft-spoken, and a good son to both his mother and father.\n\n\"PARTY! PartypartypartyPARTY!\" squealed Pistol, the youngest of the group. The little cat was four years old, with big fluffy auburn pigtails, wild blue eyes, and a gap in her hyperactive grin where she'd lost a tooth. The little girl was practically vibrating with pent up energy, bouncing on the seat, kicking her feet, and thrumming her fingers on her knees. Where PJ took after his dad in apperarance, there was little doubt that Peg and Pistol were related.\n\n\"Pistol, sit down, please,\" said the final child in the back seat, sitting on the other side of PJ. Her voice was soft and carried no hint of annoyance... but Pistol dropped back down into her seat immediately when asked. Max shot the other girl a look of relief, and she giggled.\n\nRoxanne was Max's other next door neighbor, a beautiful girl his age for whom he had an unbearable, painful crush. The minute he had learned about his father's invitation to the trillionaire's get-together, Max had scrambled to find an opportunity to invite Roxanne along. And to his utter delight, she had accepted.\n\nHis only problem right now was that PJ had managed to get into the car seated between her Max, completely oblivious as usual.\n\nRoxanne was slender and petite, with silky beige fur and red-brown hair. Her blue-green t-shirt and black pants hugged her lack of curves, fitted to her immaculately. She had a little beauty mark below her left eye, which Max found utterly adorable. She had a soft, kind voice and a gentle disposition that made her easy to get along with, and her warm smile was like a ray of sunshine that brightened even the darkest day.\n\nShe was also the only person who could make Pistol behave. Something that PJ envied to no end, as his younger sister was a constant nightmare for him, and a headache for her mother.\n\nIt was about that moment that the station wagon pulled off the highway and took the off-ramp towards Duckburg proper.... and in so doing, passed into the practically invisible bubble of magical influence that surrounded the city, emanating from the Statue of Priapus.\n\nFor a moment, the car went strangely silent, as purple light shone unnaturally from the eyes of its occupants. Their expressions went slack, their minds blank. Goofy drove on instinct and muscle memory alone, even as drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.\n\n\"Obey...\" Goofy said, his voice monotone, mechanical, \"Submit... Erect... Aroused...\"\n\n\"Obey...\" the rest of the car repeated, in eerie unison, \"Submit... Erect... Aroused...\"\n\n\"Priapus... Priapus...\" they all chanted flatly, rocking their hips upward with each utterance of the god's name, \"Priapus... Priapus...\"\n\nAnd then, as quickly as it had come, the trance faded, and the occupants of the station wagon continued their journey as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Peg resumed chattering, picking up the last sentence she had begun without a pause. Goofy resumed humming, PJ resumed staring out the window, and Max and Roxanne resumed making googoo eyes at each other.\n\nThe differences to before and now were subtle at first. Goofy's pants were immensely tented, the seams creaking threateningly under the strain. Peg's nipples were poking into her shirt, and she absentmindedly unbuttoned it a few times to allow more of her cleavage to show. Max's hands were cupping his groin in his distraction, squeezing his crotch unconsciously. PJ's pants were as bad as Goofy's, and a wet stain was forming at the apex of the tenting, a trail of precum dribbling down his pantleg.\n\nBut it was Pistol who first succumbed to the perversions flooding their subconscious thoughts, twisting their morals and desires. Unfamiliar urges and physical needs far too mature for her young mind to comprehend clashed horrifically with her mischievous nature and unchecked hyperactivity.\n\nIn other words, Pistol Pete, the wild child, the bundle of endless, boundless, irrepressible energy, had become horny.\n\nAnd she could not contain herself.\n\nThe girl pulled down her skirt and panties, the better to see the slit between her thighs and the little bump poking from her groin. She began to rub herself, one hand on her sheath, the other between her legs, exploring her clitoris and pussy. She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew she liked it, and that was enough for her.\n\nPJ's face flushed red, and he reached to yank her skirt down to cover her. It was a reflex, as he had spent his entire life so far trying to keep his sister from making a mess or a nuisance of herself, and to try to protect her from her own impulses. But his hand froze mid-motion, hovering above her waist, as a thought whispered in his mind... a terrible, naughty, perverse thought... that he should not cover her. That it was okay that she was exposing herself. That it was good, and right, and natural.\n\nThat he should do the same.\n\nPJ's eyes glowed violet and his expression turned from embarrassed horror to dull, flat unconcern, his hand falling into his lap. He stared ahead, not seeming to register the fact that his fingers had slipped inside his waistband, and were currently fondling his throbbing penis. He was pulling back his sheath, allowing his penis to slide free as it rapidly stiffened into his grip. He pulled the waistband down and allowed his cock to spring free, the thick black phallus bouncing and lurching as the head flared and swelled, the veins bulging on the shaft.\n\nPJ's penis was shockingly big for a little boy. His shaft stood about ten inches long (and still hardening and growing by the moment), with a fat girth that was nearly as thick as a soda can. His head was oddly large compared to the shaft, bulbous and swollen even wider. It twitched in his grip as he moaned softly, feeling his penis harden further, gaining yet another inch of length. His testicles were swollen orbs the size of oranges, hanging below his shaft, the skin taut.\n\nMax felt PJ shifting in his seat beside him, jolting him out of his own reverie. He glanced down and went wide-eyed to see his best friend fondling his boner right there.\n\n\"...Uhhh... Peej? Psst. Peej!\" he whispered, trying to get the boy's attention without alerting Roxanne, or worse, the adults in the front seat.\n\nPJ gave a little jolt, like he had just awoken from a daze, blinking as he looked around, mumbling, \"Huh? Wha?\"\n\n\"Dude, what are you doing?!\" Max hissed, pointing down at PJ's groin. The boy glanced down with no real urgency, and saw his hand sliding up and down his shaft, stroking his penis slowly.\n\n\"Oh... um... I'm... rubbing it?\" PJ asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked back up to Max. He seemed uncertain of his own motives, like he was trying to piece together his thoughts. He didn't stop fondling himself awkwardly, his hand moving jerkily up and down his shaft.\n\n\"Um... why are you rubbing it?\" Max asked, a little dumbfounded.\n\n\"Because... I want to?\" PJ answered, blinking at Max, \"I dunno. It got all big and stiffy, and I felt like I needed to play with it. It feels really good,\" the boy added, his expression a bit dreamy and dopey as he said this, his fingers stroking his shaft.\n\nMax didn't know what to say to that, especially since that was the moment that he saw Pistol shamelessly playing with herself right across from him. His face flushed bright red as the girl rubbed herself, her skirt hiked up and panties around her ankles, her thighs spread. Seven inches of swollen flesh now jutted from her sheath in her very first erection, the uncut phallus throbbing in time with her pulse, and her other hand was fondling her clitoris and cunny.\n\n\"Whoa...\" Max said, his eyes widening.\n\n\"See? Pistol's rubbing her thingie too,\" said PJ, seemingly entirely unconcerned about what his little sister was doing in plain sight of anyone who might happen to look.\n\nMax was a fairly snarky kid, quippy and quick-witted. He rarely found himself speechless, but this was definitely an exception. He couldn't find the words to respond to what he was seeing, his mouth opening and closing, but nothing coming out.\n\nHe glanced towards the front of the station wagon and his eyes bulged out in greater shock. His father was unzipping the fly of his pants. Goofy's monstrous penis unfurled from his fly, and Max could only stare, jaw dropping. He'd never seen his dad's cock erect, and the sheer size of it was astonishing.\n\nThe dog's penis was at least a foot and a half long, a massive slab of throbbing, swollen flesh, and it was incredibly thick. It was jet-black in color, the head a deep purple, barely visible under folds and wrinkles of surrounding skin. The length wasn't smooth; a web of veins stood out along the surface of the dark flesh, throbbing and pulsating with every heartbeat. It was long enough to actually brush his father's chest, a little past the height of his nipples.\n\nMax had no idea how Peg had failed to notice Goofy's monster cock, but she was still talking away, apparently oblivious to his actions. And then his eyes bugged out of his skull a second time as he saw her hand reach out and wrap around the base of Goofy's cock, beginning to pump idly. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing, just mindlessly stroking Goofy's cock as the two chattered at each other. Peg's hand pulled up and pushed down, coaxing the wrinkled skin to slide along the length, pushing and pulling, tugging and jerking. Goofy shivered visibly, but didn't otherwise react, his cock throbbing and lurching in her grip.\n\nThe world had turned upside-down. Or inside-out. Or gone completely bug-out crazy. Or something.\n\nMax looked out the window as the station wagon trundled slowly down a street, stuck in mild traffic. He could see the inhabitants of Duckburg, and his jaw dropped for a third time. They were all walking along, as normal... and all of them were blatantly, ridiculously aroused. \nObscene bulges in every pair of pants. Wet stains. Erect nipples poking through clothing.\nAnd then, a car pulled up alongside the station wagon, and Max saw that the woman behind the wheel was just casually masturbating as she drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other in her crotch, moving. The woman threw her head back and trembled, her hips lifting.... and then accelerated out of view.\n\nNot that the sight that replaced it made any more sense to the seven-year-old. The sidewalk outside his window showed him pedestrians passing by, and he could clearly see the guy with his pants open, his cock swinging from his fly. A pair of women walked by, their skirts so short that he could see their butts and pussies underneath, and the way their thighs were smeared with their nectar. A woman strolled by pushing a stroller, her breasts bare and her nipples leaking milk.\n\nMax's own boner throbbed in his pants at the sight, his mind reeling.  The boy was utterly dumbfounded, his gaze flicking from his father, to Peg, to PJ, to Pistol, to the pedestrians outside, to the other drivers.  Everywhere he looked, people were horny, masturbating, playing with themselves or others, and no one seemed the least bit bothered.\n\nAnd then he looked to Roxanne to see if she was as confused and shocked at the state of the world around them as he was...\n\nOnly to see that she most certainly wasn't.  Roxanne was leaning back, her legs parted slightly, her face flushed.  She had a hand in her lap, and was stroking her own penis, her fingers wrapped around her shaft.  Max's crush was fondling her cock, right in front of him, not a care in the world.  Her other hand was under the wasteband of her pants, moving at something that remained hidden under the fabric.  The little girl moaned softly, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft, pulling back her skin, revealing her pink glans.\n\nAnd that was all it took.  Max felt an odd rumbling from his loins.  A strange gurgling sensation, followed by a moment of silence... then a lurch.  And another.  And a burning, pleasurable ache that felt like it came from deep inside him, but then rushed up the entire length of his penis from base to head.\n\nAnd with a loud, obscene SPLORTCH, Max ejaculated for the very first time.  His cock throbbed and pulsed, the head flaring outward, the urethra expanding, and a thick jet of cum shot into his pants, soaking the front.  Another pulse, and another squirt, and then his erection was fully free, pulling out of his sheath, his penis growing and hardening rapidly.  He was cumming, his first orgasm rushing over him, the ecstasy unlike anything he had ever experienced.\n\nMax had never masturbated, never played with himself before.  He had no idea what was happening, and had never heard the word 'orgasm' in his life.  All he knew was that it felt AMAZING.\n\nHe gasped, moaned, and panted, his eyes rolling back, his hips lifting from the seat of the car, his hands clenching at the seat cushion.  His cock pulsed, and pulsed, and pulsed, squirting again and again and again.  His jeans were already completely soaked with his cum, and it was pouring down the legs to spill out the cuffs, soaking his shoes.  He felt his semen pouring down the shaft, dripping from the root of his penis, drenching his balls\n\nMax's mind shattered.  His bewilderment, his shock, his disbelief... it was all washed away in that single, mind-bending, body-wracking orgasm.  It was as if his brain had been forcibly rebooted, and when it turned back on, everything that had confused and horrified him had suddenly become perfectly normal.  It was so obvious that everyone should have an erection, and be masturbating in public.  He had no idea why he had been so concerned.\n\n\"Gya-hyuck, you okay back there, Maxie?\" Goofy asked casually, glancing in the rear-view mirror as his son grunted and bucked his hips, his penis erupting with cum, his orgasm waning.\n\n\"I'm fine,\" Max replied, \"Just a little... distracted.\"\n\n\"Hey, that's okay, kiddo,\" said Goofy with a chuckle, \"Everyone's allowed to touch their wiggly noodle when it feels good.  But try not to get your mess all over the car, huh?  I think I've got a spare rag somewhere under the backseat.\"\n\n\"Sure thing, Dad,\" said Max, grinning a little as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.  He fished around under the seat and came up with a rag.  He blushed a little as he gingerly unbuttoned his jeans.  He had not a single clue what the hot white glue stuff was that he had sprayed everywhere, but it was very messy, and the cloth became soaked and heavy in moments as he wiped at himself.  He pulled his jeans open, and his erection popped out of the open fly.\n\nHe blinked in surprise, seeing his own boner for the first time.  He'd been erect once or twice, but never like this before.  Maybe half-mast or three-fourths, but never full-on hard and throbbing. His father had called his penis his 'wiggly noodle,' and the name seemed to be the exact opposite to describe his flesh.  He wasn't soft and floppy.  Instead, Max's erection was rigid and stiff, sticking up from his groin with a gentle upward curve, the head a deep purple, a little bead of white spilling down from the tip.  The boy's erection was longer than PJ's by a couple of inches, though only maybe two-thirds of the girth.\n\nMax had inherited his father's genes for sure. His oversized cock, like his dad's, could nearly touch the height of his nipples. His testicles felt odd.  They'd always been a bit large, but they felt swollen even larger than normal, like the size of avocados.  They were twitching in his scrotum, contracting and gurgling.  His entire penis was glazed with white slime, and Max's hand was covered in it as well, the gooey liquid dripping from his fingers.\nHe began to try to clean himself off with the rag, still wondering what the substance was.  \nAnd then he noticed that Roxanne was watching him.\n\n\"Uhh...\" he hedged, trying to think of something to say, \"I dunno what this stuff is but, man, it felt REALLY weird and REALLY good...\"\n\n\"It looked like it felt good,\" Roxanne replied, blushing a little, her eyes locked on his erect, throbbing shaft.  She licked her lips, and reached out, one hand brushing his, \"Your thingie is really big.  And cute.\"\n\nMax gulped, his heart hammering in his chest, \"Uhm, thanks.  Y-Your thing is pretty cute too.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Roxanne said with a giggle, before reaching for the rag in Max's hand.  He relinquished it, and the girl took it, and then, to Max's utter astonishment, she began to gently wipe his cock, cleaning him up.  She was gentle, tenderly dabbing at the shaft and head.  He shivered at the sensation, his hips lifting from the seat, his penis lurching and bobbing.\n\n\"Roxanne,\" Max gasped, his cock throbbing in her grip, \"I think it's happening again!\"\n\n\"What is?\" Roxanne asked, blinking at him.\n\n\"This,\" Max groaned, and his cock exploded again, his semen blasting from the tip, his hips bucking forward, lifting him from the seat.  A thick, gelatinous jet of hot, white spunk burst straight up, striking the roof of the station wagon and clinging there in a sticky web of goo. \n Roxanne squealed in surprise, but did not let go of his cock.  Instead, she clamped the rag over his fat, pulsating glans, catching the next few spurts of his ejaculate, his semen flooding the cloth.  Her hand stroked him instinctively, pumping his shaft and coaxing his orgasm.\n\nMax moaned helplessly, his body shuddering, his cock spurting and pulsating, spraying cum over and over.  His eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked and twitched, humping into her hand.  He had no idea how to control himself, or how to stop his orgasm.\n\nRoxanne, meanwhile, was in her own little heaven.  She had no idea what was coming out of Max's cock, but she loved how it felt.  How warm and slimy it was.  How it clung to her fingers, slick and gooey and sticky.  How it poured over the rag in the initial jet, and then spilled through the cloth as the rag became soaked, the white fluid drenching the cloth, and spilling out the other side.  It felt amazing on her fingers, and the boy's cock was throbbing and twitching in her grip, the thick veins bulging on the shaft, the head flaring and pulsating, the urethra expanding and contracting.  It was incredible.\n\n\"Heh, your son's a bit of a gusher, Goofy,\" Peg remarked lightly, peeking over her shoulder at the boy with a wink.  Max blushed brightly, but he couldn't seem to stop his orgasm.  His balls were still pulsing and gurgling, his penis spasming in Roxanne's grip.\n\nGoofy chuckled, \"Aw, that's okay, Maxie.  You can't control it sometimes, can ya?  I remember when I was a young buck, not much older than you.  One day I got a big ol' woody, and I just kept cummin' and cummin'.  It's perfectly natural to have a big mess, right?\"\n\n\"I, uh, guess so,\" Max said, his penis still twitching in Roxanne's grip.   He moaned, throwing his head back.  It was only then that he noticed that both PJ and Pistol were watching his cock lurch in apparent fascination, their expressions a mix of interest and jealousy.\n\n\"Kids, as much as I'm sure you all wanna go off like a bunch of milky fountains,\" Peg said, \n\"Maybe we should avoid drenching Mr. Goof's car in goo?  We're almost there anyway.\"\n\n\"I don't know if I can stop it,\" Max said with a whine, \"I don't even know how to do this!  I just looked at Roxanne and I started... spraying this white stuff everywhere.  I didn't do anything to make it happen.\"\n\n\"You're fine, Maxie, honey.  Everyone ELSE, hands off their doodles until we get inside, please,\" said Peg, giving her own children a stern look.  The two cats reluctantly pulled their hands from their crotches, though PJ's boner remained sticking out of the front of his pants.  He tried to tuck it back in, but it wouldn't fit.  Instead, he awkwardly leaned back in his seat, his big dick throbbing in front of him, drooling pre onto his belly and shirt.\nThe next few minutes of the drive were awkward for Max to say the least.   Max and Peg were chatting idly, Pistol was annoying PJ.... and Max was trapped in an ejaculatory rictus, his penis constantly spewing thick spurts of semen.  He had no idea what was happening to his body and why he couldn't stop.\n\nRoxanne kept the rag on his cock, and it had become so soaked in his cum that she had to hold onto it, lest it slip away and spill its contents.  She was giggling and blushing, looking at him in open awe.  Max had never felt more embarrassed, and yet, at the same time, he felt amazing, and didn't really WANT the pleasure to stop.  It was a very odd feeling, and he had no idea how to handle it.  He was relieved when the car finally turned up the long driveway leading to McDuck Manor, and pulled to a halt at the entrance to the mansion.\n\nFor the first time since entering Duckburg (and unknowingly entering the Priapus magic field), Max's mind was taken off of his or other people's penises.  The McDuck Manor was the single largest home Max had ever seen.  It was huge!  He felt his jaw dropping as he stared up at it. \n It was several stories tall, and he could see the grounds behind it stretching far into the distance, the grass immaculately trimmed.\n\nMax was in such awe of the place that he didn't notice that his orgasm had finally subsided, though the others did.  Roxanne giggled as she lifted the sodden, dripping rag from Max's lap, and the boy looked down in confusion, blinking at his penis.  It wasn't as hard as it had been, but it was still mostly erect, the tip peeking out from his hood.  It was sticky and wet, and it still ached a little, but the gurgling, spurting, cumming sensation was gone.  He looked up at Roxanne, who smiled at him.\n\n\"It stopped!\" he said, \"I didn't even realize it stopped.\"\n\n\"Guess we got here at just the right time, huh?\" Roxanne replied with a giggle, \"C'mon.  Let's go meet the trillionaire!\"\n\nMax grinned at the girl.  He was a little less excited about meeting Scrooge McDuck.  But if Roxanne wanted to meet him, he'd do anything to make her happy.  So he pushed open the door to the station wagon and slipped out, wobbling a little, his body still shaky with the afterglow. \n Two orgasms in a row, and he felt like he'd just run a marathon.  But it had been incredible.  His cock twitched, hanging out of his semen-saturated jeans, the thick shaft bobbing and swaying with every step as he made his way towards the manor.\n\n⁂\n\nElsewhere, high above the ocean airspace off the coast, a cargo seaplane soared over the waves below.  At the controls was a large man, a grey-furred bear with a cheerful demeanor.  He had a laid-back posture, kicked back in the pilot seat, one of his feet hooked on the flight yoke, his hands idly toying with a yo-yo.\n\n\"BALOO!\" growled an annoyed female voice. The cockpit hatch burst open and a slender brown-furred bear woman stormed in, grabbing for handholds as the floor tilted under her, \"Keep the plane STILL!  This isn't turbulence, it's incompetence!\"\n\n\"Oh, c'mon, Becky,\" said the pilot with an easy laugh, \"It wasn't that bad.\"\n\n\"Easy for you to say.  Your head didn't almost go through the bathroom mirror,\" Rebecca Cunningham said with a glare.  She was of an athletic build, neither slender nor bulky.  Her hair was down to her shoulder blades, silky, striped in several shades of brown. Her face was feminine and attractive (and Baloo would never admit it aloud for fear of what she'd do to him, but even prettier when she was angry).  Her large breasts heaved with frustration under a burgundy sweater, her pants tight and snug around her hips and rear, and a pair of sensible boots on her feet.  She was a force to be reckoned with.\n\n\"Aww, I'm sure your noggin could take it,\" Baloo teased, earning him another glare.  He laughed at the look, grinning, \"So, what's the deal, Beckers?\"\n\n\"Don't call me Beckers.  And the 'deal' is that I need you to fly the Sea Duck steady so that we don't get violently airsick,\" she groused, tapping a foot on the deck irritably.\n\n\"I was just tryin' to give Kit a fun ride out there,\" he explained. He gestured at the rear-view camera feed.  Rebecca glanced at it.\n\nA long cable trailed from a winch in the back of the cargo hold.  It whipped back and forth, up and down in the slipstream.  The cable ended in a tow handle, not unlike the sort that might be used by jetskiiers. Hanging onto the cable was a young boy, his mouth opened in what was clearly a whoop of excited delight, as he rode atop a boomerang-shaped device of lightweight alloy, designed to cut smoothly through airstreams the same way a surfboard could cut through water.\n\nKit Cloudkicker was Baloo's adopted son, a little seven-year-old with brown fur and black eyes.  He had on a green sweater that was a little too big on him, and a blue baseball cap that he wore backward.  His jeans were loose and a bit torn, and he wore a pair of sneakers on his feet.  He had a huge grin on his face as he rode the airfoil, making it a game to try to stay aloft in the violent wind currents created by the Sea Duck's wild movements.\n\n\"Fine, but aren't we almost to Duckburg?  It's time to reel him back in,\" Rebecca said, pointing to the city skyline ahead of them, and then to a map on the navigation screen. Baloo glanced at it and rubbed the back of his head lazily.\n\n\"Oops.  Guess I lost track of time,\" he admitted, pulling his foot free from the controls and properly sitting up.  Rebecca sighed, pinching the bridge of her muzzle.\n\n\"Remember, this is a business trip, not a vacation.  Scrooge McDuck is the richest man on the planet, and he has plenty of need for air freight services.  He's used us before, but we could use a full contract,\" Rebecca said, \"So we need to put our best foot forward.... and that means preferably NOT crashing the Sea Duck into his bedroom?\"\n\n\"Yes'm,\" said Baloo in a lazy tone.  Before he could press any controls, he was interrupted by a little girl toddling into the cockpit, staggering with the plane's movements.\n\nMolly Cunningham was Rebecca's four-year-old daughter, and was an adorable little bundle of mischief and energy.  She had golden fur and hair, and big, beautiful green eyes.  The little child still had a bit of baby fat to her, her body shapeless with youth under a pink blouse and blue overalls.  Her hair was short, but fluffy, with blue ribbons tied around her ears.  \n\nShe made her way over to her mother and managed to grab onto her pant leg for balance as the plane shook and swayed, nearly toppling the little girl over.  She looked up at her mom with an expression of mixed distress and annoyance on her face.  It was a look that seemed to be trying to be stern, but was far too adorable to be taken seriously.\n\n\"Mommy!  The plane's all wobbly again!\" she complained, stomping her foot.  The little girl was a bit of a spoiled brat, but she was very good-natured about it.  Rebecca sighed and patted her on the head.\n\n\"Baloo will keep the plane steady, Molly.  Go and get your things.  We'll be there soon,\" she said.\n\n\"We're gonna meet Mr. McDuck!\" Molly cheered, clapping her hands.  She then immediately turned to Baloo and pointed a finger at him, \"And no more wobbly!\"\n\nBaloo and Rebecca both laughed, even as the male bear reached out and flipped a toggle on the control console.  A radio clicked on, and he spoke into it.\n\n\"Yo, Lil' Britches.  Time to come in,\" he said, transmitting his voice to an earpiece the boy was wearing.  He could hear the wind howling through the mic as Kit replied.\n\n\"Alright, Papa Bear,\" Kit acknowledged reluctantly, his youthful voice coming through the speakers with mild distortion, \"Getting in position now.\"\n\n\"He's a good kid,\" Rebecca remarked fondly as Baloo worked the controls to slow the plane's speed.  He watched the rear camera as Kit angled himself in, carefully tilting the board this way and that to get directly behind the cargo ramp.\n\nIt was at that moment that the Sea Duck passed into the invisible influence field of the Statue of Priapus.  The occupants of the plane all went silent and slack.  Like with Goofy's station wagon, it was only muscle memory and instinct that kept Baloo's hands on the flight yoke, keeping the Sea Duck flying straight; and Kit's hands gripping the tow handle tightly.\n\nEmpty, vacuous expressions fell on the faces of the four, their eyes turning a light, glowing violet, staring into space.  Their faces had gone utterly blank, devoid of emotion.  They sat in silence for a minute or so, the plane slowly banking towards McDuck Manor.\n\nAnd then, in unison, they began to speak.  Their voices were flat and monotone, completely lacking any emotion.\n\n\"Obey...\" the four spoke at the same time, \"Submit... Erect... Aroused...\"\n\n\"Obey... Submit... Erect... Aroused...\" they chanted, over and over, in eerie harmony.  Kit's voice, the boy still hanging on outside the plane, was transmitted through the cockpit speaker.  Their minds were washed clean of thought, their free will stripped away, the magical influence invading their very souls and rewriting their innermost thoughts and desires.\n\"Priapus... Priapus... Priapus...\"\n\nAnd then as quickly as they had begun chanting, they stopped.  Life and emotion returned to their faces, and their eyes returned to their normal color.  They were completely oblivious to what had just happened, unaware that anything had changed at all.  They felt no different.  There were no outward signs that their minds had been twisted and molded to new designs, their willpower stripped away.\n\n\"Uh, shift a lil' to the left, kiddo,\" Baloo called, \"You've drifted a bit.\"\n\n\"Huh? Did I?\" Kit replied, \"Uh, sorry, Papa Bear.  Gimme a sec.\"\n\nKit tilted the airfoil left slightly, angling himself directly behind the cargo ramp again.  Once aligned, the winch activated, reeling him in.  He held onto the handle tight, peering through his goggles as he watched the ramp open to accept him.  He held himself steady despite the wind buffeting him this way and that.\n\nA few moments later, Kit kicked off the airfoil, collapsing the device into a small, storable folded bit of metal, which he tucked in his pocket.  He hit the button to close the cargo ramp behind him, sighing as the roaring, howling winds quieted and the constant pressure of the airstream ceased to buffet him.  He pulled off his goggles and the earpiece, sticking the latter in a pouch on his belt.  The seven-year-old boy then padded over to the ladder that led up to the cockpit and climbed up it.\n\nAs he poked his head into the cockpit, he stopped and stared in shock.\n\nBaloo was leaning back in his chair and his pants were tugged down to allow his thoroughly erect penis to stick straight up.  The pilot's enormous cock was almost two feet long, by Kit's best estimate, a massive slab of throbbing, swollen flesh that was as thick as Kit's bicep.  The shaft had a web of bulging veins on the surface, the skin rosy pink.  The head of his cock was a deep purple, the glans flaring outward from the shaft.  His scrotum was the size of a cantaloupe.\n\nAnd he wasn't the only shocking sight.  Rebecca had taken off her sweater, revealing her huge, swollen, pendulous breasts, which she was hefting with her hands and kneading them around Baloo's penis.  She had the shaft wedged in the cleft between her boobs, and was massaging them up and down, squeezing the rod of swollen flesh.\n\nMolly was watching eagerly, standing right at her mother's side on tippy-tiptoes so she could see.  The crotch of her overalls was noticeably tented, and she kept rocking her hips, pumping them forward unconsciously.  She was moaning, her privates rubbing against the inside of her clothing as she watched Rebecca fondle and massage Baloo's big, fat dick with those enormous tits.\n\nUnlike Max, Kit was at least aware of the basics of the birds and the bees.  He didn't know specifics, but he at least had the general gist of what sex was.  And he could immediately recognize that Baloo was enjoying this, and that Rebecca was pleasuring him.  His mouth hung open as he stared at the scene, unable to tear his eyes away.  He felt his penis stiffen in his pants as he watched the massive length of meat sliding between those breasts, the swollen, pulsing shaft glistening with the spit that Rebecca had used to lube the rod up.\n\nHis pants tenting, Kit made his way over to the trio.  He wanted to feel the way Baloo looked like he was feeling.  He didn't even question why the adults were doing what they were doing, his mind completely taken with a burning curiosity and a desire to join in.  His penis had gotten hard and stiff, and he wanted to do something about it.\n\n\"Mm.  Who knew all it took to get you to fly straight was a little titjob?\" Rebecca moaned, rubbing the rod between those huge breasts, working them up and down the shaft, the soft, pliable flesh engulfing the penis and squeezing it.  Her nipples were fat and swollen, poking into the base of the shaft, rubbing against it.\n\n\"Ah, I guess you bring out the best in me, Becks,\" Baloo groaned, his hips lifting from his seat to thrust his cock deeper into the valley of Rebecca's cleavage.\n\n\"Mommy?  What'cha doing to Baloo?\" Molly asked, tilting to the side a bit so she could peek under those pendulous breasts at the pilot's cock.\n\n\"I'm giving Baloo a titjob, sweetie,\" the mother replied, \"It feels good when someone touches your special parts.\"\n\n\"I wanna touch Baloo's special parts too,\" Molly whined, stomping a foot.  Rebecca looked down at Molly, and then smiled.\n\n\"Okay, sweetie, go ahead,\" said the mother, hooking her hands under Molly's armpits to lift her up.  She held the girl in front of her, and Molly eagerly reached out and began to run her hands up and down the fat shaft of Baloo's penis, stroking him.  She giggled and smiled, looking down at the cock, her hands exploring every inch of it.\n\nBaloo gave a low, guttural groan, somehow managing to not take his eyes off of where he was flying even as he threw his head back.  His cock looked even bigger in Molly's tiny hands, her furry fingertips tracing the veins that throbbed on the shaft, rubbing the tip of it, smearing the precum that dribbled from the tip.  \n\n\"Oh, wow!  It's so hot!\" Molly gasped, resting her palms on the sides of Baloo's cock, holding her hands still as she felt it throb and pulsate.  The thick veins on the surface bulged and twitched under her palms, the entire length of the cock pulsing and swelling with Baloo's heartbeat.  She leaned her head in and rubbed her cheek on the side of it, and Baloo shivered.\n\n\"Ohhh... That's a good girl,\" Rebecca moaned, \"You've got him all squirmy, honey.  Good job!\"\nKit was watching this tableau of obscenity and perversion so closely, he did not even notice that he had unbuttoned his jeans and stripped his underwear until he was stepping out of them. \n Only when his rock-hard penis sprung up to slap against his belly did he realize that he had exposed himself.  Not that he cared.  He reached out and wrapped his hand around his boner, giving it a stroke.\n\nThis was not Kit's first erection.  He'd been stiff a few times in his life before, and vaguely understood why.  But for the first time he felt like his penis was hard for a reason.  He stared as Molly rubbed her furry cheek against Baloo's cock, giggling, while Rebecca caressed the lower half of the shaft between her breasts.  His penis throbbed, aching with need, with desire, and Kit didn't know why, but he knew he wanted to do what Baloo was doing.  He wanted to feel the same thing Baloo was feeling.  He wanted his boner to be touched, to be fondled, to be caressed, to be stroked.\n\nAnd then Kit tripped over his discarded pants, stumbling forward.  He tumbled, rolling a couple of times, and landing on his back.  His cock pointed up towards the ceiling, twitching and throbbing, aching with need.\n\nKit groaned, rubbing his aching head.  He blinked until his eyes came back into focus.... and immediately turned red, because Baloo, Rebecca, and Molly were all staring at him, apparently having forgotten he existed until that moment.\n\nThe three adults all turned their gaze from Kit's face down to his rigid erection, which was standing straight up towards the ceiling.  The boy's penis was a bit more than half the size of Baloo's....  which still meant it was incredibly huge for the size of his little body. Proportionally, Kit might have actually been larger than Baloo.\n\nThe seven-year-old's penis stood at just over a foot long, and was as thick as his wrist.  It was fairly straight, with a smooth, veiny surface, his skin a pale pink color.  Like with Baloo, the glans of his penis was a deep, swollen purple, the head bulbous and shiny.  His balls were each the size of a large grapefruit, the testicles inside aching and pulsing.  His cock was visibly throbbing, the veins bulging and standing out from the flesh.  His prepubescent, child-sized body looked even smaller next to the enormous length of erect flesh sticking out from his groin.\n\n\"Uh... I... Uh... I just walked in and you all were...  and I was...\" Kit stammered.\n\n\"Ah, sorry, kiddo.  That was rude of us.  We just... kinda got caught up,\" Baloo said, reaching down one of his massive mitts to yank Kit back to his feet.\n\n\"Caught up with WHAT?\" Kit asked, blushing.  He felt like there was something extremely weird going on with the perversion on display, but every time he tried to think about it, his head went all fuzzy and his train of thought derailed.\n\n\"Baloo just got very aroused, and I just thought I'd help him relieve himself... and one thing led to another...\" Rebecca explained.  Her expression was a little confused too, as if she couldn't quite figure out how she'd gotten from point A to point B.  She shook herself, pulling away from Baloo.\n\n\"...Uh, Baloo, bring this thing in for a landing.  I don't want you to crash into a mountain, because you were too busy painting the windshield with your spunk,\" she said, trying to muster some of her previous ire.\n\n\"Aw, Becks.  I'm an excellent pilot.  You know that.  I could fly this baby with my eyes closed and both hands on my dick,\" Baloo replied, giving her a lazy grin and a wink.\n\"Keep both hands on the PLANE'S joystick, not your own, please,\" Rebecca said with a blush.  \nBaloo laughed, but he obliged her, pulling his hands back onto the flight yoke, and adjusting course, aiming for the landing strip at McDuck Manor.  He worked on bringing the Sea Duck down, his face scrunching up in focus.\n\nRebecca and Molly stepped away from Baloo to give the pilot room.  Rebecca grumbled as she tried to pull her sweater back on.  She was uncomfortable, like it was too tight around her chest.  Her breasts felt constricted, her nipples rubbing against the inside of the fabric.\nHer eyes flashed violet, glowing for a moment as her face went slack.  The frustration vanished into a flat lack of emotion.  Digging her claws into the fabric, she tore, ripping a hole in the chest of her sweater, allowing her breasts to slip through the new chest window.  They hung exposed on full display as Rebecca stood for a moment, empty-headed as her erection throbbed, trapped down the left leg of her pants.\n\nAs such, her pants followed in the same way, her clawed fingers cutting through the fabric to create a gap in her pants in the crotch, exposing her rigid penis and her drenched slit.  Her arms fell to her sides as her cock slipped out the new crotch window, bouncing and bobbing lightly in time with her heartbeat, her arousal free, unfettered, and rampant.\n\nRebecca was bigger than Kit, but smaller than Baloo, eighteen inches of rigid, throbbing bear flesh jutting from her groin.  It was a deep, rosy pink, a bit more slender than Baloo's, a smooth, curving shaft without much in the way of protruding veins.        Her vagina was wet and sticky, her inner thighs smeared with her nectar.\n\nShe gave a little shudder and blinked as the purple glow faded from her eyes.  The frown returned to her lips as she looked down at her sweater and pants.  She'd cut herself some windows... why?  Her mind was a little hazy.  And... and why had she been giving Baloo a titjob while he flew the plane?  She couldn't quite remember how she'd ended up in this situation.  She shook her head.  She didn't really want to think about it.\n\nKit, to distract himself from staring and drooling at his mother-figure's breasts, clambered into the co-pilot seat, grabbing the controls... but that left him in a situation where he was staring at his own swollen penis, with Baloo's twitch and dribbling in his peripheral vision.  He blushed a little, watching Baloo out of the corner of his eye.\n\n\"Lil' Britches, wanna do me a big ol' favor?\" asked Baloo as he banked the Sea Duck towards a landing vector.\n\n\"Uh... Yeah, want me to bring 'er down?\" Kit asked eagerly.  He was a skilled pilot, but being only seven, had been denied a flight license numerous times.  He relished any chance to take the controls.\n\n\"Nah, nah, I got it, but... Uh... Becky got me real worked up and I'm right on the edge...\" Baloo explained, his grey cheeks tinged pink with arousal.\n\n\"Edge of what?\" Kit asked, frowning.\n\n\"...Uh.  My thing is about to start twitchin' and jerkin' all over.  And when it does, it's gonna spray something thick, white, and gluey in big wet gushes all over.  And doin' that all over the controls...\" he explained, trailing off.\n\n\"...Would be bad,\" Kit finished, nodding as a droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his face.   He had no idea what the heck Baloo was talking about but he knew it was a bad idea to spray sticky stuff all over the controls.\n\n\"So I needja to reach down into this glove compartment here, and rummage a bit.  Yer gonna find a little package with a rubber ring inside,\" Baloo said, his voice getting strained.  He was sweating a little, his eyes focusing out the windshield, but Kit could tell that the bear was struggling to keep his mind on the controls as he fought to hold back whatever was going to make his penis twitch and jerk.  Kit quickly did as he was told, reaching into the glove compartment, shuffling around past a few maps, some candy, a few odds and ends, and pulled out a small, square package.\n\n\"Like this?\" asked the cub, holding up a square, foil packet.\n\n\"Yeah, that's the ticket!\" Baloo said with a nod, \"Now rip open the packet, and pull out the ring.\"\n\nKit nodded, tearing the foil open.  He reached inside, pulling out a ring made of stretchy rubber.  He bounced it in his palm curiously.\n\n\"Now, put that on the head of my cock--... er.... thing, and kinda roll it out.  Keep rolling it until it touches my sheath,\" Baloo instructed, his teeth gritted as he began to pant, his cock twitching and lurching in his lap, the rod of flesh pulsing and throbbing in time with his heartbeat.\n\nKit was confused and curious as to what the heck the rubber ring was for, but he was a good boy, and he did what he was told.  So he reached over and took the ring, and stretched it out. \n He carefully set it around the tip of Baloo's penis, and then started to slowly roll it down the shaft.\n\nBaloo groaned, the sensation of the ring stretching and squeezing his cock almost too much to handle.  He hunched over the flight yoke, panting, sweat pouring down his forehead.  He was determined to hold back, to keep his orgasm from exploding out of his body until the condom was in place.\n\nKit was a little worried that he was hurting his father-figure, but he continued to roll out the ring, the rubber stretching to fit the massive shaft, rolling further and further down the length until it had completely covered the flesh, ending at the base of the shaft, where Baloo's sheath met his groin.\n\nBaloo gasped in relief as the rolling stopped.  He panted and shivered, fighting to hold back his orgasm.  Then he looked down at Kit's curious expression, and smiled.\n\n\"Good job, kiddo.  Now two things.  First, yeah, you CAN land the plane... An' second, yer gonna wanna watch the fun,\" said the bear with a grin.  Kit's face brightened and he turned to the controls as Baloo stood.  The bear leaned on the back of the co-pilot's chair, his cock throbbing and lurching in front of him.  His body shuddered, his hips trembling, his legs shaking.  He threw his head back, and with a bellow, he let loose.\n\nKit's eyes were wide as he watched from the corner of his eye as Baloo's cock erupted.  The head of the male bear's penis bulged, and then suddenly, the condom was filling, like a balloon being inflated.  Baloo's cock spewed again and again, the thick, gooey, white liquid blasting from the tip of his penis and spurting down the shaft to fill the condom, the rubber quickly ballooning outward, swelling as it filled with his cum.  It was exactly as Baloo had described it, enormous gushes of thick white gooey stuff, blasting from the bear's penis over and over.\n\n\"Holy smokes!\" gasped the little cub.  The condom was filling more and more, getting larger and larger, drooping away from the tip of Baloo's penis as it continued to spray his seed.  It was a good thing that Baloo had done most of the hard work in lining up the plane for a landing approach; Kit barely had to do anything but slow the throttle and glide the Sea Duck towards the water near the Money Bin, which was clearly visible from this altitude.  This was so easy that he could probably have done it while half-asleep.\n\nAnd he might as well have been, because he was entranced by the sight of the bear's orgasm.  Baloo's penis had erupted with blast after blast of thick, white fluid.  It seemed to feel really, really good, because Baloo was trembling from head to toe, every muscle in his massive bulk flexed, his jaw hanging open, his eyes squeezed shut, a look of utter, rapturous ecstasy on his face.\n\nThe condom had filled with what was easily a gallon or more of white, sticky semen, and the rubber sphere was getting heavier and heavier as the amount of cum increased.  Baloo's orgasm seemed to go on and on, his balls pulsating in his scrotum, his penis blasting another spurt of thick seed into the rubber reservoir with each pulse.\n\n\"S-See why I wanted the condom?  The rubber ring thing?\" Baloo asked with a grin as he began to pump his latex-encased penis in time with each blast.  His hand slid up and down the throbbing meat, and he gave a shuddering moan.  He was still spraying vigorously, the size of the condom now bigger than a beach ball, and growing larger with every shot of sperm.\n\n\"Yeah, you'd have painted the windscreen white!\" Kit marveled, blushing.  He wondered vaguely if he should view the white slime gushing out as gross... but couldn't find that emotion in him anywhere.  Instead, he was filled with a strange eagerness, a desire.  He wanted to see the condom grow even larger.  He wanted to see how big it could get, and he wanted to feel what Baloo was feeling.\n\n\"Alright, kiddo, you ready to land this baby?\" Baloo asked.\n\nKit nodded, and the two of them worked together to bring the plane in, the pilot and the junior pilot working in perfect concert, the boy taking over as the co-pilot despite his young age, his hands on the flight yoke.\n\n\"Easy water landing, Kit,\" Baloo grunted, even as an obscene, wet noise issued from the stretched rubber balloon.  It was still filling, and had grown so heavy that the weight of the sphere was making the condom sag down, the latex growing taut and drum-tight.  Baloo was forced to spread his thighs to make room for it.\n\n\"R-Right,\" Kit said, trying to focus on the landing and not the splortching and glurshing coming from beside him, or the throbbing of his own cock in desire.\n\n\"Pull the nose up, glide 'er in, let the pontoons do the hard work for ya,\" Baloo explained, his voice shaking with exertion.  Kit did as he was told, and a few moments later, the Sea Duck touched down, bouncing on the water a bit before settling.  Kit sighed in relief and sat back in his seat, looking at Baloo, who gave the boy a grin and a thumbs up.\n\n\"Good job, kiddo.  Perfect landin',\" the male bear said.  Kit smiled, and was about to reply when his attention was suddenly caught by the sight of the condom, now swollen to the point where the rubber was stretched almost transparently, the white of the seed within glowing through.  The latex was utterly taut, and was bouncing and twitching with each eruption of cum that was pumped into it from Baloo's penis, which was still spraying, though at least the flow had slowed.\n\n\"Uh, Baloo, your thing looks like it's gonna pop,\" said Kit, his eyes wide.\n\nBaloo looked down, and then chuckled, \"Nah.  These things can stretch to, like, six feet around, and I don't cum THAT much.  They're made of some kind of fancy stuff that can stretch like that, but still stay really tough.  But it sure is full, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" said Kit, fascinated by the fluid swirling in the translucent rubber sphere.  He reached out and touched it, his fingertips brushing against the taut, drum-tight condom, and the surface wobbled a little, the thick, gooey, sperm-filled latex shivering with the movement. He gasped at how hot it felt.\n\nBaloo grinned.  Normally, Kit would be a motormouth, so excited about the landing that he wouldn't be able to stop reliving it for another hour.  But the boy's attention was completely locked on Baloo's still-pulsing penis, and the enormous, cum-filled condom that it had pumped full.\n\n\"...If you taxi us into the dock, I'll letcha fill one yourself,\" Baloo offered, giving a mischievous wink.  Kit's eyes lit up and his head bobbed up and down in a vigorous nod, his erection twitching as he turned back to the controls. He barely needed any more encouragement to get back to work.  He throttled up and guided the Sea Duck towards the pier at the back of McDuck Manor, his hands on the controls, his cock bobbing eagerly in his lap.\n\nHe had no idea what he was doing, or why he was so interested, but Kit could not wait to spray his own white stuff.  It looked like it felt amazing.\n\n⁂\n\nThe Sea Duck wasn't the only aircraft approaching Duckburg.  Where the Sea Duck was a large cargo sea plane of antique vintage, and the Sunchaser was a far more modern cargo transport craft, this plane was of unique construction.  It fit no profile of any commercial build, and in fact, looked as if it had been hand-built and riveted together out of scrap, spare parts, and random objects.\n\nDespite its somewhat haphazard, janky design, it was making decent speed and showed surprising maneuverability.  It was large enough to carry a small number of people in relative comfort, though without the large cargo bays compared to the other two vehicles.  On the side of the fuselage (clearly painted by hand) was a large acorn logo, with the scrawl: \"Rescue Rangers for Hire!\"\n\nThe Rescue Ranger Detective Agency was a small, but fairly accomplished private investigation organization, which had achieved a small amount of publicity through solving some high-profile cases.  Notably, they had brought down the Fat Cat crime organization through steady, solid work, doing what decades of police work had failed to do.\n\nToday, however, they were not on business.  This was a vacation.  Having provided services to Scrooge McDuck on a number of occasions (usually against his unscrupulous rival, Flintheart Glomgold, or to help investigate leads for treasure hunts), they had received one of the invitations to the billionaire's gala.\n\nA young, blonde mouse woman, slender of build, wearing an oil-stained purple jumpsuit and a pair of goggles on her forehead, sat at the controls.  She guided the plane over the land with practiced ease (though maybe not with the lackadaisical attitude of Baloo) and gave a little 'whoop' of excitement.\n\n\"Woo!  Alright, guys, Duckburg dead ahead!\" she called, adjusting her headset.  The mouse looked to be in her early twenties, and had a face full of enthusiasm and energy.  Her ears swiveled as she looked around at the cabin.\n\n\"Yeah, Gadget, we can see that!\" replied a chipmunk male, wearing a leather jacket and a fedora.  He was a few years older than her, with a somewhat square, heroic-looking face, and was leaning forward from his seat to look at the instruments on the dashboard.  He was the sort of guy who would look perfectly at home on the cover of a 1940s pulp adventure novel.  \nHis high-pitched, squeaky voice carried an old-fashioned, 1920s-era mid-Atlantic accent, which was unusual these days, and which Gadget knew was an affectation that he thought made him seem cooler.  He pointed at the airspeed indicator.\n\n\"Your airspeed is a little high,\" he said with a frown, \"Try to bring it down to about thirty knots as you come in.\"\n\n\"Chip, which one of us is the highly trained pilot and which one of us crashed their car four times in two days last week?\" Gadget asked lightly, somehow making the question not ring with sarcasm.\n\n\"That was Dale,\" Chip said, annoyed... before rubbing the side of his muzzle in embarrassment, \n\"...I only crashed it three times in four days.  B-B-But I was chasing down a ring of international diamond thieves!\"\n\nGadget giggled.\n\n\"Gosh, I know.  Just saying, I'm pretty good at flying.  But I'll take it down a few knots,\" she replied.  She was used to Chip's fussing, and his occasional attempts to take over, even when he didn't really know what he was doing.  Gadget was the smartest of the team by far, and was capable of building machines that most people would consider impossible.  Chip was a highly skilled detective, but not a genius inventor.\n\nChip's brother, Dale, was also a chipmunk male, and was nearly identical in appearance to his fellow, with the exception of a red nose, a pair of buck teeth, and a Hawaiian shirt.  He was kicked back in one of the passenger seats, snoring, a game system in his lap, his headphones on his ears, an open bag of cheese snacks sitting next to him.  His pants were bulged out, his hips rocking in his slumber, his breath coming in short, shuddering pants.  He seemed to be having a very good dream.\n\n\"Is Dale humping his seat again?\" Gadget asked, glancing over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow at the chipmunk male.\n\n\"I... am going to pretend not to notice,\" Chip said, grumbling, \"He can do that on his own time, but I'm not going to say anything to him about it while his girlfriend is right there...  I just wish he wouldn't do it when we have kids on the plane.  If he has a wet dream, I'M not gonna be the one explaining it to Tammy and Bink.\"\n\nGadget blushed, glancing over her shoulder again as Dale gave a low moan in his sleep.  She could see the male chipmunk's erection pressing against the front of his pants as he pumped his hips.  She turned to look at the instruments, focusing on the plane.\n\n\"Foxglove? Mind giving Dale a nudge before... uh...\" Gadget called, trailing off as she tried to figure out how to phrase 'before Dale ejaculates into his underwear' politely, especially with two kids nearby who might overhear.  \n\n\"I gotcha, Gadget!\" Foxglove called back.  The bat girl was reclining comfortably next to her boyfriend, and had been watching him sleep with an amused smile.  She was a cute thing, a tall young bat woman, with pink fur covering her entire body.  She had large, bat-like ears, a long muzzle, a pair of cute little fangs, and big, expressive purple eyes.  Foxglove was a fairly athletic young woman, with a decently large bust, shown off by the tight fit of her tank-top.  She had a slender frame and an adorable butt, which was nicely displayed by her form-fitting jeans.  \n\nFoxglove gave her boyfriend a poke with a wing-finger, and he grunted, shifting in his seat, his erection throbbing in his pants, clearly visible.  It lurched, the fabric straining, but Dale just grunted, smacked his lips, and rolled over, turning his head to rest on the window.\nChip watched and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing over at the last two occupants of the plane, hoping they weren't paying attention.\n\nAs a favor to a client and friend of the detective agency, they had brought along the daughters of said client to meet Scrooge McDuck.  They were well acquainted with Tammy and Bink, who were a pair of squirrel siblings.  \n\nTammy was a pretty young squirrel girl of about eight years old.  She was a redhead, with a slender little frame.  She wore her hair in a braid, draped over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining out from under her fringe.  She had spent most of the trip so far sighing wistfully, staring at Chip... or alternately, glaring at Gadget.\n\nBink was her younger sister, a cute little squirrel girl of three years old, who had fluffy, blonde hair done up in pig-tails.  She was adorable, with big, blue eyes and a perpetually happy, smiling expression.  Bink was a sweet, innocent, and energetic little girl, and had spent most of the flight so far running up and down the length of the plane, climbing over seats and playing.\n\nThankfully, neither child seemed to notice Dale's rather prominent arousal for the moment; Tammy was too busy staring at Chip with a lovesick expression on her face, and Bink was currently sitting in a passenger seat and kicking her legs happily, chewing on a piece of celery.\n\nChip took little notice of the girl's attention, nor did Gadget notice the glares thrown her way.  The two of them had a bit of a history, and the squirrel girl had never gotten over it.  In fact, the Rescue Rangers had quite a bit of a history with the Squirrel family.  The team had saved their lives multiple times, and in the process, Tammy had developed a crush on Chip. \n She'd always viewed him as her rescuer, a shining knight in a fedora, who had come in and swept her off her feet, and she was determined to someday win the older male's heart.  Her rivalry with Gadget was mostly one-sided, since the mouse inventor was completely oblivious to it.\n\n\"Isn't he dreamy, Bink?  And we've got an entire week to hang out with him...\" sighed the little girl to her even littler sister, chin in her hands.\n\n\"Uh-huh...\" Bink chirped in reply, kicking her feet.  She was too young to understand her sister's obsession with the male chipmunk, nor did she understand the rivalry that the older girl had with Gadget. Nor did she much care, but she liked that her sister was happy to see the older chipmunk.\n\n\"This'll be my best chance to win his heart,\" Tammy said, \"After this week, I'll be Chip's girlfriend, and he won't even think about that old mouse girl ever again!\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Bink said simply, not really listening, her attention drifting to the window.  The little girl narrowed her eyes curiously, squinting.  She could almost see something very faint... like a big, nearly-invisible purple soap bubble surrounding Duckburg ahead.  But then the plane passed through the bubble, and whatever she'd been thinking about was immediately forgotten.\n\nJust like the other guests invited by Scrooge to the city (and indeed, anyone who passed through the boundary around Duckburg), the members of the Rescue Rangers were immediately affected by the magical field that the Statue of Priapus had erected.  The magical energy bombarded all of the individuals aboard, and their minds were all swiftly rewritten.\n\nGadget's eyes glowed bright violet, her hands holding the plane on a steady, straight course even as her mind emptied of thought, and her consciousness was washed clean of any higher function.  She sat back in the seat, her mouth hanging open as she stared out the windshield, her gaze blank and unseeing.\n\nShe wasn't the only one. Everyone in the plane's eyes glowed that same shade of violet, their faces turning slack and expressionless as the spell worked on them, wiping their minds clean.\nEvery pair of pants, every skirt tented with arousal.  Every penis on board, from Chip's to Dale's to Tammy's, and even little Bink's dick, all went from limp and hidden in their pouches or sheathes, to standing rock-hard and throbbing in time with their heartbeats. The girls' vulvas were instantly damp, their inner muscles starting to quiver with need.\n\nThrough the fathomless depth of their collective enchanted trance, words began to filter in.  A voice spoke, but it came from everywhere, and from nowhere at once.\n\n\"Obey... Submit... Erect... Aroused... Priapus... Erect... Submit... Obey...\" the words were soft, quiet, and yet somehow, the words rang through their heads like a bell.  Their voices rose in a dull, monotone chorus, speaking the words in unison.  Their hips began to work, pumping and humping in time with the words, even as the plane continued on its course, Gadget's body flying on pure muscle memory.\n\nIn moments, the Rescue Rangers were completely enthralled, their minds corrupted and twisted.  Their libidos were magically enhanced to superhuman levels, their inhibitions and any sense of shame or decency stripped away, their bodies turned into vessels of desire.  And they all loved every moment of it.  The trance held them, suspending their minds in an empty, thought-free void of pleasure.\n\nBut then, as suddenly it had started, the trance broke, the glow fading from their eyes, their voices going silent.  The voice in their heads fell quiet, and their expressions returned to normal, their minds returning to their bodies.  The spell had completed its work.\n\nAs if nothing had happened, everyone resumed their previous activities where they had left off, even in mid-sentence or action.  They had no awareness any time had passed, no knowledge that their minds had been invaded, their thoughts rewritten.  In fact, they were completely unaware that anything strange had happened at all.\n\nGadget vectored the plane towards the coordinates she had been given for Scrooge's private airstrip.  Unlike the Sea Duck or the Sunchaser, the Ranger Plane couldn't land on water.\nAs the plane banked gently around Duckburg's airspace, Gadget stretched to work the kinks out of her neck.  Her fingers found the zipper to the front of her jumpsuit, and she pulled it down, revealing the cleavage of her modestly-sized breasts, her nipples standing erect and aroused.\n\nChip glanced at her, his fluffy cheeks ringing pink, even as his pants struggled to contain his erection.  He was hard as a rock, and it was throbbing painfully against the front of his slacks, desperate to spring free and stand up towards the ceiling.  He could feel it pulsing and twitching, aching to be touched.\n\n\"Foxglove, could you do something about Dale already?\" Chip sighed, watching as his red-nosed brother's toes curled and his breath came in pants.  The chipmunk was close to orgasm, his cock pulsing and lurching in his pants, his hips pumping up and down, grinding on the seat.  Foxglove laughed and nodded, reaching a hand out to shake her lover's shoulder and stir him from his slumber.\n\n\"Wake up, Dale,\" she said, shaking the male chipmunk a little more firmly, and then finally giving him a firm and solid slap on the cheek.\n\n\"Yee-owch!\" Dale yelped, his eyes popping wide open.  He flailed in his seat, clutching at his burning cheek, knocking his headphones off his ears, sending the cheese snacks flying, and his game device bouncing about.  For a few moments, the ditzy chipmunk panicked and scrambled, juggling his belongings until he finally managed to get them under control, and settled down.  \n\n\"I'm awake, I'm aware, I'm conscious, I'm compos mentis, I know what everyone's talking about, I was awake the entire time!\" squeaked Dale rapidly as he looked around in confusion, rubbing his cheek.  He blinked owlishly at Foxglove, who was giving him a flat look, and he flushed in embarrassment.\n\n\"Ha-ha, hi Foxy,\" he said sheepishly, \"Uh... maybe I nodded off a LITTLE, but I was definitely awake the whole time.  I was just resting my eyes.\"\n\n\"For someone wide awake, you sure looked like you were gonna cream your pants,\" Foxglove said, her eyes drifting down to the bulge in Dale's lap.  She gave the other chipmunk a wink and a sly smirk, \"Besides, I bet Gadget wouldn't like having to clean your spooge out of the upholstery.\"\n\n\"Gosh, no, Dale.  Please don't cum on the seat, I just had the cushions cleaned,\" Gadget called back absently.\n\n\"What's cum?\" asked Bink curiously.  Chip paused for a moment, all of his muscles tensing for a reason he... couldn't quite figure out. He felt like the little cub's question should have filled him with a sense of unmitigating existential dread, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Instead, the chipmunk just rubbed the back of his head in mild embarrassment, not sure how to explain that to a three year old.\n\n\"Uh... it's... uh...\" Chip said, searching for words.\n\n\"Cum is a thick, gooey, gluey milk that squirts out of the tip of a boy or girl's penis when their cock is rubbed and squeezed until it throbs and jerks,\" said Gadget in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, as if she were explaining how to fix a broken light bulb.  There was no hint of embarrassment or hesitation in her words, and she didn't even turn away from the controls.\n\nChip, Tammy, and Dale all blushed at Gadget's frank explanation, while Foxglove giggled, and Bink kicked her feet in her seat, her eyes lighting up.  The three-year-old squirrel girl smiled happily, bouncing up and down in her seat, \"Ooooo!  I wanna see cum!\"\n\n\"Well, Dale's pretty close to cumming,\" Foxglove said with a giggle, pointing at her boyfriend's lap.\n\n\"Foxglove!\" gasped Chip, blushing, but the bat woman just smirked and gave him a shrug.\n\"She wants to see some cum, Dale's gonna cum, and I wanna watch him,\" she replied.  The bat girl reached down, her wingtip curling into the waistband of Dale's pants.  She tugged, and the fabric slipped down around the male's hips.  His erection sprung free of his pants, the chipmunk giving a grunt of pleasure as his cock was exposed to the cool air of the plane's cabin.\n\nChip's brother had a pretty nice-looking cock, the detective mused...  Then wondered why he was so calm about admiring his own twin brother's penis.  Again, there was a strange sense of cognitive dissonance, like he should be feeling some emotions he wasn't feeling, and his mind shied away from thinking about it too closely.  He felt a strange twinge in his mind, and he shook his head, clearing it.\n\nDale had a fairly long cock for a chipmunk his size, just over a foot of veiny, throbbing shaft.  It was curved upwards, the underside of his penis a lighter color than the top.  The glans was a bright pink, a pair of swollen nuts sitting in a furry testicle sac.  His penis was already slick and sticky with pre-ejaculate, the thick, white, gooey fluid coating the surface.  The chipmunk was panting a little, his hips slowly rolling and grinding up at the air, his eyes half-closed in arousal, his face flushed with need.  His hands were twitching at his sides, eager to reach down and grab hold of his penis and stroke it to completion.\n\n\"Golly, you're right!\" chirped Gadget, glancing back at the plane's rear.  The blonde mouse licked her lips unconsciously.  She had a pretty strong urge to climb back and suck on that thing until it erupted and filled her mouth with its thick, white cream.  But she had her hands on the controls, and didn't want to crash the plane.\n\n\"Boy, look at those veins pulse.  What were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?\" Foxglove asked huskily, her dress rising up between her thighs, even as she watched Dale struggle between the urge to hold back and the urge to erupt.\n\n\"Oh, gee whiz, I had a heckuva dream!  I dreamt that Scrooge McDuck had found this weird statue that absorbed cum to generate magical energy, an' then mind controlled everyone around it to be super-pervy an' stuff.  And it zonked out Scrooge an' made him invite a buncha people he knew so they'd all get zonked and controled!  And then we all arrived and were turned into super-horny, sex-crazed perverts ourselves!   An' then we all started doin' it like crazed rabbits, an' then the statue turned everyone into mind-controlled sex zombies an' then I woke up,\" Dale rambled, all in one breath, his chest heaving as his penis twitched violently, spattering his Hawaiian shirt with precum.\n\nThere was a long moment of silence in the plane.  Everyone stared at Dale.  And then, everyone burst out laughing.\n\n\"Golly, that was weirdly specific,\" Gadget giggled.\n\n\"A magical statue that controls people to make them horny?  That's ridiculous,\" Chip chortled, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, \"Even Professor Nimnul at his dumbest wasn't that weird.\"\n\"Wow, Dale, that's the weirdest thing I've ever heard,\" Foxglove laughed, shaking her head, \"I love you, you big goof, but that's a pretty wild story.\"\n\n\"Sounds silly,\" Tammy giggled, blushing, \"Though... I wouldn't mind if it happened...\"\n\n\"And it got you THIS worked up, huh?\" Foxglove asked, leaning in to Dale's trembling cock, opening her mouth and exhaling hotly onto his glans, making him whimper.  His rod twitched, the mushroom-shaped head swelling as it leaked another thick glob of pre-ejaculate.  It rolled down his shaft, leaving a slick, slimy trail.\n\nChip felt his own underwear grow damp, and his cock throbbed.  He could feel the front of his slacks soaking with his own leaking precum, and he couldn't help but slide his hands down to rub at the front of his crotch, squeezing his own rigid manhood through the fabric.  His mouth was watering.  He wanted to see his brother ejaculate just as much as Foxglove did.  He wanted to see it gush, and spurt, to see it paint his clothes white with his sticky seed.\n\nHe was a bit confused by the strength of his desire.  Pretty much everyone was bisexual, though they might have had stronger preferences one way or another.  Even Chip, who tended to like the girls, had occasionally had the odd encounter with a male.  But the sheer strength of his desire for his own brother's cock was new.  He hadn't been this horny in ages.\n\nHe wasn't the only one who felt that way.  Gadget was barely keeping the plane level, her mind focused on the sight of Dale's cock.  Her pussy was dripping, her juices soaking her underwear,  Her penis had stiffened so much that it had caused the zipper on her jumpsuit to slide down, exposing it to the cabin air.  She wanted to see Dale cum as much as the rest of them did.\n\nFoxglove's pussy was twitching.  She'd never wanted to take a cock so badly before.  Her arousal was growing by the moment, her pussy drooling, her juices soaking her dress, staining the fabric, and her cock was straining at the front of her dress as well.\n\nTammy's skirt was tented out, her cock pushing against the front of the fabric, and she was squirming in her seat, trying to hump her erection against the seat cushion.  She was horny as hell, her pussy drooling, her penis throbbing and aching, desperate for stimulation.  She just wished it was Chip, not his doofus brother.\n\nBink was watching in apparent awe, her big blue eyes as wide as Tammy had ever seen them.  She was bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands together.  Her skirt was also tented, her little rod of squirrel meat standing erect at attention.  She couldn't wait to see what Dale's cum would look like.  \n\nNo one had to wait long.  Dale had been on the verge of orgasm right before waking up and had long passed the point of no return.  His testicles twitched, his nutsack drawing up close to his body.  The chipmunk's hips jerked, his thighs trembling as he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, his hands grabbing the arms of the seat, his teeth gritting in the effort of holding on.\nBut it was all in vain.  With a loud, desperate cry of pleasure, Dale's cock lurched, his urethra visibly dilating as his glans swelled, and then his shaft erupted.  His cock exploded with a massive gush of white, sticky, thick sperm, the ejaculate bursting from his tip in a powerful jet, a thick, gooey, white rope of chipmunk cum that blasted across the cabin.\n\nTammy and Bink gasped in shock, their cheeks flushing red with arousal as they watched the stream of semen arc across the cabin.  The huge rope of cum splattered wetly against the side of the plane with an audible splorch, the stream breaking apart as the spunk lost cohesion and splashed down against the wall and seat.  \n\nHe moaned in delight, his whole body tensing as his cock pumped again, another huge blast of white chipmunk sperm spewing from his urethra and arcing through the cabin to spatter against the side of the plane, adding to the puddle of cum that was already dripping down the side of the interior.\n\nGadget sighed, taking a hand off the throttle to pinch the bridge of her muzzle.  She was gonna have to clean that up, she could already tell.  And she had no idea how they were gonna clean the upholstery.  Maybe a steam cleaner would work...\n\nThe state of the plane was of little concern to the others; indeed, the messier it got, the more turned on Chip, Dale, Foxglove, Tammy, and Bink became.  They were all aroused by the mess, by the sight of Dale's orgasm.  Their eyes were glued to the spectacle as Dale continued to unload his load into the cabin, rope after rope of chipmunk spunk spewing from his cock.\n\nChip's mouth was watering, his eyes locked on the pulsing, spurting rod.  He had the urge to get down on his knees, to lean forward and let his brother spray that thick, gooey mess all over his face.  He wanted to feel it splatter against his cheek, to let it coat him, to mark him.  He was unbearably aroused... and he couldn't understand why.\n\nFoxglove was watching the spewing cock with undisguised lust, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open, panting, her ears twitching.  Her eyes were drawn to the splatter of cum that was slowly dripping down the side of the cabin, and the thought of licking it up and slurping it made her shudder in delight.\n\nTammy was glancing between Dale's penis and the twitching, lurching bulge in Chip's pants, clearly trying to compare the sizes of the two identical chipmunks.  She was squirming in her seat, one hand shoved in her lap, and she was panting, rubbing her hand against the front of her crotch.\n\nBink, for her part, was utterly transfixed.  She had no idea what was going on, and couldn't understand why she felt so tingly, why she felt so hot.  But she was loving every second of it.  Her eyes were wide, and she was bouncing up and down in her seat, her penis throbbing under her skirt, her panties soaked with her feminine arousal.\n\nIt took a few minutes for Dale's orgasm to fade, his hips pumping, his cock shooting blast after blast, until finally, with a low, groaning sigh, his body went limp.  His penis gave a few more weak spurts, dribbling his last bit of cum onto his shirt, his eyes glazed and unfocused from his climax, his mind in a happy post-orgasmic haze.\n\n\"Hoooo-weee!\" Dale panted, slumping back in the chair, his eyes half-lidded, \"That was a doozy!\"\n\n\"You're cleaning that,\" Gadget said absently, her attention on the airstrip coming into view ahead.  The others didn't seem to care that Dale had made a mess, but she didn't want their  meeting with Scrooge McDuck to be in a plane that looked like someone had exploded a bucket of glue inside.\n\nChip sighed in exasperation at his brother's antics, though his eyes lingered on the other chipmunk's softening penis.  \n\n\"Dale, our host's sheets probably cost about a million dollars per bed.  Please don't ruin them,\" he admonished, his tone firm.  He was fully aware of the hypocrisy in chiding his brother; if anything, he was close to going off in his pants too.... but he wanted to try to keep up his cool facade, despite his raging arousal.\n\n\"Hey, I can't help it if I got a short fuse!\" Dale replied, shrugging, a goofy smile on his face, \"Besides, it's not my fault, honest.  The statue made me horny!\"\n\n\nEveryone shared another laugh, and then the plane began to descend.  Gadget had the plane lined up for a smooth landing on the airstrip.\n\n\n\"What a goofball,\" Foxglove said with a grin, shaking her head.  She was blushing, and her dress was still tented, her arousal not diminished in the slightest.  But she was good at ignoring it, and there were things to be done.  The plane came in low, the tires screeching as they touched down on the tarmac, and Gadget applied the brakes, bringing the plane to a halt.\n\n\nThe Rescue Rangers had arrived.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nMax Goof carted his suitcase behind him, his cock slapping from side to side as he walked.  He felt no real need to stuff it back in his pants.  Everyone had seen him cream himself, after all, so what did he have left to be embarrassed about?  \n\n\n...It still was bizarre.  He didn't know WHY he had splurted all that goo, or even what that stuff was.  The worst part was that his jeans were positively saturated, squishing awfully with every step.\n\n\nNo, sorry, the WORST part was that Roxanne, despite having kept her hand on his penis the entire time he had gushed, was now skirting away from him shyly.  She kept her distance, not meeting his gaze, staying to the other side of Max's dad and Peg.  The few times she had met his eyes, her face had turned bright red and she had turned away.\n\n\n...No, sorry, again, the REALLY worst part was that PJ and Pistol were apparently fascinated by Max's gushing, and both of them were pestering him with questions about how it felt, and how he had done it.  Pistol was particularly persistent, and was trying to get him to show her how to make her own penis do the same thing.\n\n\nFor his part, Max was fascinated by the ridiculously massive length sticking out of his father's pants.  Goofy's erection was enormous, and it was throbbing and jerking visibly with each pulse of the older dog's heart, the tip leaking a steady trickle of pre-cum.  It swung about with every stride, and it was hard not to stare.\n\n\nBut he wasn't the only one staring at it.  Everyone in the group couldn't take their eyes off of it.  It was a mesmerizing sight.  They followed Goofy towards the front entrance of McDuck Manor, their eyes drawn to the bouncing, throbbing dick, the massive slab of canine cock that seemed to be pulsing in time with Goofy's heartbeat.\n\n\n\"Gawrsh, looks like we've got some company,\" remarked Goofy, pointing with a long, lanky arm off towards the Money Bin.  Climbing up a ramp from the pier below, a family of bears carted their own luggage, chatting amongst themselves.\n\n\nMax immediately recognized the little boy amongst them.  They spotted each other at the same time... stopped in their tracks... then dashed out, dropping their suitcases behind them as they ran.\n\n\n\"KIT!\" shouted Max excitedly, his face stretched in a huge grin.\n\n\n\"MAX!\" called Kit Cloudkicker just as eagerly, his face alight with happiness.\n\n\nThe two boys collided with an audible whump of furry bodies, wrapping their arms around each other in an excited hug.  Kit's baseball cap was knocked askew in the collision and Max staggered a little from the impact, but they didn't care.  They were just glad to see each other.\n\nMax and Kit had met at a summer camp a couple of years before and had bonded like brothers.  They had a lot in common, despite their different lives, and they had become best friends rapidly.  They'd made efforts to hang out and see each other as often as they could, several times a year, given that Max lived in Spoonerville, and Kit all the way out in Cape Suzette.  \n\n\n\"DUDE!  I had no idea you were gonna be here!\" Max laughed.\n\n\n\"I didn't know YOU were gonna be here!\" Kit countered, grinning broadly, \"Man, this is awesome!\"\n\n\nIt was at that moment that both boys felt an odd, incredibly hard, hot, throbbing sensation poking into their stomachs.  Both boys blinked and looked down, and then blushed furiously as they realized that both of their cocks were hard as iron and poking into each other's bellies.  The boys sprang apart, looking at each other awkwardly, blushing, their erections twitching and bobbing.\n\n\nMax shook his head in disbelief.  His own cock was hanging out of the fly of his semen-drenched jeans; but Kit wasn't wearing any pants at all!  He was naked from the waist down, letting it all hang free.  And now that he looked.... so was Baloo, behind Kit.  And further, Max's eyes boggled as he saw Rebecca, with her huge breasts hanging out of a window in her sweater, her erect penis sticking out of another hole torn in her pants, her vulva on full display.\n\n\nKit's reaction to Max and his family was equally shocked.  His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he took in the sticky white goo that coated the front of Max's pants, the throbbing, enormous erection of Max's dad, and the erections of both PJ and Pistol, who were both watching the proceedings with interest. And then there was Peg, whose shirt was hiked up to her chest, her breasts on full, proud display, as large or larger than Rebecca's ample bosom.  The bear boy stared, his own erection pulsating, his mind awash in a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and arousal.\n\n\n\"Gawrsh.  Hi, Baloo.  Wasn't expectin' ta see ya here,\" Goofy said with a smile, raising a hand in greeting.\n\n\n\"Uh, yeah.  Me an' the fam got invited,\" Baloo said with a chuckle, scratching the side of his muzzle, his eyes drawn to the throbbing, enormous length of jet black flesh.  He smiled and said, \"Never thought I'd be on Mr. McDee's guest list.\"\n\n\n\"Me neither.  Guess muh good ol' friend Donald got me an' muh group invited,\" Goofy said with a smile, shaking hands with the bigger bear.  Kit and Max looked back and forth between them.  Both of the men were humongous.  Goofy was longer by a little, and Baloo was thicker by a little, but they were fairly close in size.\n\n\n\"Peg,\" Rebecca greeted politely, offering a hand out to the housewife, \"Always nice to see you.\"\nPeg took the proffered hand, and the two shook, smiling at each other.\n\n\n\"You too, Rebecca,\" Peg said sweetly, \"I was hoping you'd be able to come.  You and I have a LOT to talk about,\" she added, her voice carrying a suggestive tone that made the smaller woman blush and give a giggle, \"But we can get to that later.  For now, let's get settled.  It looks like this trip is going to be a lot of fun...\"\n\n\nBoth of the women exchanged a knowing glance at the two boys' groins, and Max and Kit exchanged a confused look.  What on earth were their parents talking about?\n\n\nThe two families chatted and caught up with each other while making their way into the mansion.  The kids talked animatedly amongst themselves while their parents talked about their lives, what they had been up to, and the like.\n\n\nAs they approached the front door, the huge wooden double doors swung open before anyone could reach for a knocker or a doorbell.  Standing in the doorway was the duck himself, Scrooge McDuck, standing tall and proud, leaning on his cane.  The group of people stopped in their tracks in surprise.  Scrooge was completely nude from the waist down.\n\n\nHis long, thick, veiny erection was sticking straight out from his groin, throbbing and twitching visibly.  His fist was around the shaft, gripping it firmly, and as they watched, the duck pumped his hand up and down, stroking the massive member in slow, deliberate motions.  The group gaped at him.\n\n\nIt was one thing to see Goofy or Baloo walking around, cocks swaying pendulously.  It was another to see the richest man on the planet casually masturbating, wearing nothing but a jacket and top hat.\n\n\n\"Ach, there ye are.  Welcome to the mansion!\" the elderly duck called, his voice carrying a distinct Scottish accent, \"Come in, come in.  Make yerselves at home.\"\n\n\nHe gestured for everyone to enter, and stood shaking hands and greeting as everyone came in.\n\n\n\"Goofy, nice to see ye.  I know Donald's been excited to have ye over,\" he said with a nod, shaking Goofy's hand, his cock bobbing and jerking in time with the handshake, \"An' Mickey's here too, so you can get the Three Musketeers back together an' all o' that.\"\n\n\n\"Gawrsh, that sounds like a swell time, Mr. McDuck,\" Goofy said with a grin.\n\n\n\"Please, call me Scrooge,\" the duck replied, before turning to Peg, \"An'... who'd ye bring with ye?  Who's this most buxom an' lovely lady?\" he asked, taking her hand and bending to kiss her knuckles, his cock pulsating, precum dribbling down his length and dripping onto the floor.  Peg giggled and smiled, clearly enjoying the attention.\n\n\n\"Mr. Mc- uh, Scrooge, I'm Peg, Pete's wife,\" she said, \"He couldn't make it, so I brought the kids instead.  This is my son, PJ,\" she said, gesturing to her son.\n\n\n\"Hiya, Mr. McD,\" PJ said awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the duck's eyes roamed over him, from his feet up his pudgy frame, to his face, and then down to his groin, where his erection was still standing at half-mast.\n\n\n\"And this is Pistol,\" Peg said, pointing to her daughter, who was staring at Scrooge's cock, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her face bright red, and her hands clamped over her groin.\n\n\n\"An' my son, Maxie, an' his girlfriend Roxanne,\" Goofy explained, gesturing at the two kids, who were both embarrassed at the display, and at the attention.  \n\n\n\"Daaaaaaaad!  She's not my... she's NOT my.... HNNNG!\" Max complained, his face screwing up in frustration and embarrassment, but then his hips lurched, his penis gave a powerful jerk, and a fresh spurt of semen shot up, arching gracefully and landing on the floor in a gooey, white puddle.  Everyone turned to look at him, and the young dog flushed with humiliation and arousal, even as Roxanne's face turned bright red and Kit actually leaned closer to watch in fascination.\n\n\n\"...Oops, sorry about the carpet.  Maxie's been goin' off every ten minutes or so.  He's been leakin' the whole way here,\" Goofy explained with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his head and giving an apologetic smile.\n\n\nScrooge merely nodded and chuckled, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.\n\n\n\"Not ta worry, lad.  If ye want, I'll have Mrs. Beakley check ye out. Just do me a favor an' aim it at the marble flooring over there?  Easier to clean up,\" he said lightly.  Max found the situation surreal for a brief moment before the pleasure and lurching of his cock distracted him.  He was amazed that Scrooge wasn't making a big deal out of this.\n\n\nScrooge had already turned his attention away from the orgasming boy to the other group of bears coming in, not even waiting for an answer from the boy.\n\n\n\"Ah, Baloo, good to see you,\" he said, shaking the bear's hand, \"An' Rebecca, wonderful to see ye.  I trust the flight in was smooth?\"\n\n\n\"Not with Baloo's flying,\" Rebecca sighed sardonically, even as the large grey bear rolled his eyes.\n\n\n\"Aw, come on now, Beckers, you know you love my flyin',\" he protested, \"Besides, I got us here safe and sound, didn't I?\"\n\n\n\"Just barely,\" she countered, her eyes narrowed in a mock glare, her lips twitching in a teasing smirk.  Scrooge just shook his head, and reached out to cup Rebecca's breasts, giving them a squeeze, his feather-thumbs rubbing her nipples.\n\n\nFor the briefest of instants, a flash so quick she did not even register it, Rebecca's face turned to outrage and anger; her body reacted as though it were about to lash out, but then her face went slack, her eyes glowing violet, her expression becoming one of blissful, relaxed pleasure.\n\n\n\"Ye have a lovely set o' tits, Rebecca.  Ye should show them off more often,\" the duck mused, his palms kneading her ample mammaries.  Rebecca nodded, a happy little sigh escaping her.\n\n\n\"Thank you, Scrooge.  I think I will...\" she replied, her voice soft and blissful, \"I like having you play with them... it feels nice...\"\n\n\n\"Maybe I'll take the opportunity later, as we discuss business.  But fer now, who are these tykes behind ye?\" Scrooge asked, his hands leaving Rebecca's bosom and gesturing towards Kit and Molly.\n\n\n\"Oh, these are our children, Kit and Molly,\" Rebecca said, pointing, \"Kit's Baloo's adopted son, and Molly's my own darling little girl,\" she said, giving her daughter's head a pat.  Molly smiled up at her mother, and Kit gave the duck a shy little wave.\n\n\n\"I hope you didn't mind we brought 'em with us.  The invitation said...\" Baloo trailed off, glancing at the kids, feeling.... oddly strange about having children exposed to Scrooge caressing Rebecca's chest for a moment.  Then it passed.\n\n\n\"The invitation said what it meant, I wanted ye ta bring all o' yer wee bairns with ye.  My great-nephews will be delighted ta have some company runnin' around,\" the Scottish duck assured him, \"Now, the others have already arrived, an' yer the last bunch.  Come with me... uh... once ye finish paintin' my floor that is.\"  He added the last towards Max, who was still moaning helplessly and splattering the marble tiles with another burst of semen.\n\n\nScrooge led the two groups into the mansion, the kids chattering amongst themselves as they walked.  Max was walking awkwardly, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic haze, and Roxanne was keeping her distance from him, blushing furiously.  The boys and Pistol were talking animatedly, and Molly was skipping along, her overalls tented.  Rebecca and Peg were admiring the little boys openly, their expressions predatory and lustful, while Baloo and Goofy were busy admiring the women's breasts.\n\n\n\"Here we are, the main ballroom,\" Scrooge announced.  Everyone looked into the room, and stopped.  There were people inside, alright.  And they were all to a person, naked or half-naked.\n\n\nIt wasn't QUITE an orgy.  There was still just enough self-restraint, enough control of base desires, enough half-remembered social norms that kept the various occupants of the room from simply falling into an orgy of rutting and cumming.  But it was clear that was on everyone's minds.  Clothes were half-discarded, shirts lifted to show off breasts, zippers undone and clothes pulled open to reveal erections, vaginas, and both.  The occupants of the room were all in various states of arousal, and their eyes were fixed upon each other's bodies.\n\n\nThe McDuck Mansion ballroom had gone unused for many years.  Scrooge's grouchy, curmudgeonly nature had made him averse to entertaining guests, and the large, spacious, and elegant room had sat neglected for quite some time, only used for the most special of special occasions.\n\n\nNow, after days of work to prepare, it was finally being put to good use again.  The tables were laden with food and drinks, the floor had been scrubbed to spotlessness, and the chandeliers sparkled with a hundred candles, illuminating the room in a gentle, warm glow.\n\n\nAnd it was filled with people.  Nearly every person in Scrooge's life had been invited.  Of course, there was his family, Donald, Della, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Mrs. Beakley, Webby, Daisy, May, and June.  But in addition, there were Donald's closest friends and their families; Goofy Goof, his son Max, and his girlfriend Roxanne, Mickey Mouse, and his wife Minnie, and Mickey's nephews Morty and Ferdie, and Peg, her son PJ, and her daughter Pistol.  And of course, there was the Higher for Hire crew, Baloo, and his family, Rebecca, Molly, and Kit.  Then there were the representatives of the Rescue Rangers, Chip, Dale, Gadget, Foxglove, Tammy, and Binky.  And these were only the main group to arrive.  More were going to show up at McDuck Mansion over the coming days as the soiree went on.\n\n\nScrooge walked towards a podium set up near the center of the room.  His eyes wandered over the people in the room, his smile growing.  He was delighted to have them here, to have them all gathered for his little party.  And his eyes lingered on the children.  He felt a thrill of anticipation run through him.  His cock throbbed and pulsed.  He couldn't wait.\n\n\nHe reached the podium, and tapped on the microphone.  It echoed, causing the people to quiet.  Slowly, the attention of everyone in the room focused on Scrooge.\n\n\n\"Welcome, one an' all, ta the McDuck Mansion,\" Scrooge began, \"I'm so glad ye all could make it, an' I'm sure we'll have an enjoyable time over the next few days.  Now, for those of ye who are a bit confused as to the nature o' this party, I'll explain,\" he said, his hand pumping up and down on his erect, throbbing cock, stroking the massive shaft as the group stared at him.\n\n\n\"I've invited all o' ye here for a celebration of love, an' pleasure.  A bacchanal, a revelry of the flesh.  I'm sure some of ye will be hesitant, at first, but trust me,\" he said, a wicked smile spreading across his beak, \"Ye'll find yerself less and less inhibited the longer ye remain.\"\n\n\nHis smile widened further, and his cock gave a jerk and a lurch, his urethra dilating visibly as he prepared to cum.\n\n\n\"Now, let us begin the party!\" he declared.  With a groan, the elderly duck's cock erupted, the tip expanding under its hood, and then the rod of flesh spasmed violently, and a jet of thick, white cum blasted from the tip, shooting out and arcing across the room in a gooey rope of duck spunk.  \n\n\nThe reaction of the guests was mixed. The McDuck clan, who had been steeped in the mind-bending influence of the statue's magic, were unsurprised, their expressions eager or hungry, their eyes tracking the arc of the spewing, gushing cock, and the rope of cum as it sailed through the air.\n\n\nThe rest of the group, those who had just arrived, were struck dumb in shock, their eyes widening in surprise.  For a brief moment, the spell of the statue wavered, the sight of Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world, ejaculating like a firehose in his own mansion, was so bizarre and shocking that it nearly broke the enchantment that had been slowly encroaching on their minds.  But the moment passed.  The magic had been slowly sinking into their minds, and that single moment of shock wasn't nearly enough to undo the days of subtle manipulation that had been going on in the back of their minds.\n\n\nThey watched in stunned, aroused fascination as the gush of semen flew through the air, landing with a wet splortch on the floor, splattering, the thick, gooey fluid forming a small puddle on the marble tiles.  Scrooge gave a happy little sigh, and his cock began to spew more, his orgasm spilling more of his thick, white semen onto the floor in a growing puddle of rich, duck cum.  His hips rocked, his balls lurched, and he pumped his cock, spraying another gush of his seed into the air.  It sailed through the air and landed with an audible splatter, spilling to the ground.\n\n\nThey watched in stunned, aroused fascination as the gush of semen flew through the air, landing with a wet splorch on the floor, splattering, the thick, gooey fluid forming a small puddle on the marble tiles.  Scrooge gave a happy little sigh, and his cock began to spew more, his orgasm spilling more of his thick, white semen onto the floor in a growing puddle of rich, duck cum.  His hips rocked, his balls lurched, and he pumped his cock, spraying another gush of his seed into the air.  It sailed through the air and landed with an audible splatter, spilling to the ground.\n\n\n\"Gawrsh!\" Goofy said, eyes wide.\n\n\n\"Golly!\" Gadget squeaked, hands between her innermost thighs.\n\n\n\"Holy schlamoly!\" exclaimed Peg, her eyes wide as her hand moved to massage one of her breasts through her shirt, her nipples quickly poking out of her clothing.\n\n\n\"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit,\" Baloo breathed, staring as Scrooge's orgasm continued to go.\n\n\n\"Whoa...\" gasped the kids, all of them, in various states of arousal, looking at the gushing, spraying cock, the cum pooling and puddling on the ground, and the blissful expression on Scrooge's face.  It was the strangest thing any of them had seen in their lives, and they couldn't look away.\n\n\nDella, sitting next to Donald and Daisy, went red as a tomato at the sight, biting her lower lip.  Having spent the last several days fantasizing about her uncle's penis, the sight of it ejaculating, of the gushing white seed spilling from the massive duck dick, made her squirm in her seat, pressing her thighs together and squeezing her legs tight, trying to suppress the arousal she was feeling.  \n\n\nScrooge sighed as his orgasm came to a slow close, but even he looked mildly surprised that he didn't soften in the aftermath.  If anything, his cock looked as rock-hard and throbbing as ever, and he was still slowly pumping his fist up and down his length, his hand moving from his glans to the base, milking the last of his seed from the end.\n\n\n\"Aye.  Well.  That got me a mite excited, I must admit.  Please, eat, drink, be merry, and... indulge,\" the old duck said, his eyes glittering with mischief, his cock jerking and pulsing.\nThe group was silent for a long, awkward moment.  Everyone was staring at the pool of semen that Scrooge had sprayed onto the floor.  It was a sizable amount of cum, and everyone was trying to process the fact that the richest duck in the world, a respected businessman and a public figure, had just orgasmed in front of them.\n\n\nThat said, the shock wore off (oddly quickly, many of the guests mused with confused, faint, nagging feelings of something not being quite right, but they could not put it into words) and they started to mingle.  Drinks were poured, food was eaten, and conversation was made.  The kids chattered amongst themselves, their parents talked, and everyone seemed to be getting along splendidly.  \n\n\nIf it wasn't for the big puddle of semen on the floor or the fact that everyone was walking around with their genitals out, it might have been a perfectly ordinary party.  But as it was, everyone kept glancing towards the pool of Scrooge's seed, the sight of the thick, white cum .  They kept glancing at each other, their eyes wandering over bodies, admiring the curves of breasts and hips, the shape of cocks, and the glistening folds of pussies.\n\n\nIt wasn't long before the party was in full swing.  The guests were drinking and laughing, and the mood was festive.  The kids were running around, playing games and chatting.  The adults were mingling, chatting about their lives, their careers, their hobbies.\n\n\nIt wasn't long until groups of adults and kids were splitting off, either to explore the manor, settle into their rooms.... or to find a private place to indulge in more intimate activities.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nSure enough, as soon as the party had begun to break up, Mrs. Beakley had approached Max Goof at Scrooge's request, ushering the boy aside to give him a physical examination.  Goofy and Peg had followed, and Kit had insisted on coming along (and Max had insisted that Kit come too).\n\n\n...Roxanne asking to come along too was NOT something that Max was particularly happy about, but another spontaneous orgasm had interrupted his attempt to come up with an excuse to keep her away.\n\n\nMrs. Beakley had been a nurse in her younger days and was no stranger to the human body. She had a confident, no-nonsense manner about her which did not exactly make the exam a comfortable experience.\n\n\nMax sat in a big comfy chair, his legs spread wide as Beakley knelt down, a stethoscope in her ears. She placed the disc of the stethoscope on Max's scrotum and listened carefully. Max blushed furiously.  He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and socks, his pants and underwear having been discarded during the exam. His cock was still hard and throbbing, and he was still dripping with his own cum.\n\n\n\"Mmm.  Hmm,\" Beakley said, moving the disc to various locations on his ballsack. Max flinched every time, not just because the end of the stethoscope was cold, but because he feared that each touch was going to set off another session of explosive gushing.  He could barely stand to look at her, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, and his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.\n\n\n\"Gawrsh,\" Goofy said, \"Is muh Maxie gonna be okay?\"\n\n\n\"He's fine,\" Beakley said, taking the stethoscope out of her ears and standing up primly, \"If anything, you might actually be quite envious of the boy.\"\n\n\n\"What's wrong with him, then?\" Peg asked, folding her arms and leaning forward, her eyes fixed on Max's cock, licking her lips hungrily.  She was finding herself increasingly aroused by the sight of Max's throbbing erection and his constant spurting and she wasn't doing much to hide it.\n\n\n\"As far as I can tell, he's perfectly healthy.  And quite well-endowed,\" Mrs. Beakley replied, her eyes trailing over the boy's crotch as well.  She had a knowing smile on her face, and she licked her lips subconsciously as she watched Max squirm in his seat.\n\n\nMax flushed.  He couldn't help but notice how the elderly woman was eyeing him.  Her eyes lingered on his crotch, and she licked her lips again, her gaze hungry.  It was making him incredibly uncomfortable and turned on at the same time, and his penis was throbbing even harder in response to the attention.\n\n\n\"Quite well-endowed,\" Mrs. Beakley repeated, \"He seems to have overproductive testicles.  Not uncommon, though it usually manifests in hyperspermia like with Mr. McDuck and his bloodline.\"\n\n\n\"...Hyper-whatsit?\" Kit asked curiously.  He sat beside his best friend, and he was fascinated by the examination and the discussion of Max's anatomy.  Kit was not exactly the most experienced or knowledgeable when it came to sex, but he was eager to learn more.\n\n\nBeakley adjusted her spectacles on the bridge of her beak, giving the boy an indulgent smile.\n\n\n\"Hyperspermia, my boy.  It's a condition where the seminal fluids, that is, the sticky white liquid that comes out of the penis during climax, is excessively thick or excessive in quantity.  It's a medical condition, of course, though most people don't consider it a problem,\" she explained simply, \"...Most people enjoy it, quite frankly.\"\n\n\nPeg and Goof both nodded in agreement, grinning... before catching themselves and looking at the kids, blushing.  They were still parents, and had to maintain a level of dignity around their children, despite everything.\n\n\n\"Now, in this case, it appears that young Master Max here is afflicted with a similar condition, though not quite the same.  Instead of simply producing extremely large amounts of fluid to be released upon orgasm; his body is simply releasing it at random intervals spontaneously.\"\n\n\n\"Meanin'...?\" Goofy asked, not following the explanation.  Mrs. Beakley sighed.\n\n\n\"Your son is having random spontaneous orgasms,\" she said bluntly, \"It's called spermatorrhea, defined as the random and involuntary emission of semen.\"\n\n\n\"Is there anything we can do for him?\" Roxanne asked.  Max felt his balls tighten and give an ominous gurgle at her voice.  He grit his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to fight down the rising pressure in his loins.  It receded somewhat after a moment, but the effort left him panting softly.\n\n\n\"Do?  No, this is just how he is.  His body is operating perfectly normally and healthy for him,\" Beakley said, amused.  Max's stomach dropped.  He was going to keep spewing randomly and involuntarily forever?!\n\n\n\"Though the frequency of his orgasms may decrease eventually, over time,\" Beakley added, \n\"...You said his first orgasm was in the car earlier?\"\n\n\n\"Maxie, was that the first time yer... big ol' feller there... squirted like that?\" Goofy asked.  Max blinked at the question, and he blazed crimson as he glanced over at Roxanne... and reluctantly nodded.\n\n\n\"Mm.  No wonder,\" Beakley remarked lazily, watching the boy's groin, \"It's likely that his first orgasm in the car triggered a chain reaction.  His body is overreacting and over-producing in the wake of his first ejaculation, hence why he is experiencing a high number of orgasms in quick succession.\"\n\n\n\"So he'll stop splurting soon?\" Roxanne asked curiously.  Max closed his eyes and furiously clenched his pelvic muscles, fighting the sudden urge to cum at the sound of her voice.\n\n\n\"Not entirely,\" Beakley admitted, \"...Though it will likely slow to a more reasonable pace over the next... oh.... several months.\"  Max's eyes popped open at the time frame and he gaped at her, \"He'll just be having random, unexpected, and involuntary orgasms for the foreseeable future, and probably for the rest of his life.\"\n\n\n\"Uh... W-What should I do?\" squeaked Max, wincing as his voice went incredibly high-pitched.\n\n\nBeakley raised an eyebrow at him, tapping a webbed foot in amusement as she replied, “...Enjoy yourself?  You're a very lucky young lad, and many people would give an arm and a leg to be like you.'\n\n\nShe paused thoughtfully, \"...Well... That and be sure to wear a condom at all times to contain the mess, and have plenty of extras in your pocket at all times.\"  \n\n\nKit's eyes lit up in excitement at the word \"condom,\" though Max had no idea what that word meant or what Kit found so exciting about it.\n\n\n\"Gya-hyuck!\" Goofy chuckled, \"Guess I'll hafta stop at the pharmacy tomorrow an' get him a whole box!\"\n\n\n\"No need to bother.  We've got plenty in supply here, and Mr. McDuck would absolutely wish to provide as a matter of hospitality,\" Beakley said primly, already pulling a box out of a nearby drawer.  She pulled out a foil-wrapped package and peeled the wrapper open, revealing a thin, clear membrane.  It was ribbed and looked like a long tube with a round tip.\n\n\nBefore Max could react, Beakley had taken his penis in wing, and was unrolling the condom onto his erect length.  The sensation of the tight latex stretching over his cock made Max gasp and his hips jerk, and he groaned as his cock throbbed in her hand.\n\n\n\"Kit, could you.... like back up six inches?\" Max croaked weakly.  The bear boy was nose-to-penis with him, staring in fascination at the condom being unrolled over Max's shaft, his eyes wide and his expression eager.  Kit gave a sheepish grin and scooted backward slightly.\n\n\n\"Sorry, Max,\" he apologized, \"I just wanted to get a good look.  I got to put one of these on Baloo's big, hard cock when we were flying in.  He splurted in it and blew up like a giant water balloon!  And I wanna try.  He promised I'd get to do it myself.\"  Kit's eyes were bright and eager, and his voice was excited.  Max's face flushed hot at the admission, and his cock gave an eager throb.\n\n\nBeakley ignored the boys and continued her work, gently unrolling the latex until the entire length of Max's penis was covered in a thin, clear layer of protection.  She smiled in satisfaction, and then gave his sheathed dick a gentle pat.\n\n\n\"There we are.  All nice and snug,\" she said, stepping back to admire her work.\n\n\n\"Mmm, that's not bad, but I think we could make it a bit more... snug,\" Peg mused, stepping forward, \"...If you'll allow me?\" she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.  Max swallowed nervously as he saw the lust in her eyes.  She had been eyeing him the entire time.  He didn't want to admit it, but he was actually enjoying the attention, and he nodded slowly, gulping.  His heart was racing, and his body was trembling with excitement and anticipation.\n\n\nBefore he could do anything, Peg's breasts were around his cock, sandwiching his throbbing length between the soft, warm mounds of flesh.  She began to massage his shaft with them, sliding them up and down in a rhythmic motion.  Max moaned helplessly, his cock throbbing between the fleshy mounds, and his hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting up into the warm embrace of Peg's tits.\n\n\n\"Ah-AAAAHHH!  M-Miss Peg, I-AAAAH!\" Max gasped desperately, his cock throbbing and pulsing between Peg's breasts.  He felt the pleasure building up in his groin, and his hips began to thrust more urgently, his cock sliding between the soft, warm flesh.\n\n\n\"Aw, you can call me Mom if you want to, Max,\" Peg cooed, leaning close to his ear, whispering, \"Or even... Moooommmmyyy....\" she murmured, the words sending a shiver of arousal down Max's spine.  Max whimpered as he felt the pleasure building up in his loins, and his hips began to thrust more urgently, his cock sliding between the soft, warm flesh.\n\n\nBut it wasn't Peg's teasing that set him off.... It was Roxanne watching, her face beet red, her hand moving between her thighs.  She was touching herself.  Max stared, and that was enough to send him over the edge.\n\n\n\"AHHHH!\" Max cried out, his hips bucking hard as he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing between Peg's tits, his cum spurting out in thick ropes, filling the tip of the condom.  It swelled out, and the condom began to inflate from his gushing seed.  Peg kept up her stroking of Max's cock, her breasts massaging the pulsating length, milking it for all of the cum it could offer.\n\n\n\"...I JUST put that on, and now he'll have to change it,\" grumbled Mrs. Beakley, \"I'll go get another.\"\n\n\nPeg was giggling in delight as Max's orgasm continued to pump his cum into the condom, the rubber reservoir inflating larger and larger.  Max's hips bucked and thrust, his cock spurting again and again, filling the condom more and more.  Peg cooed and moaned in delight as she worked his cock with her tits.\n\n\n\"Mmm, that's it, Max,\" she murmured, \"Let it all out.  Let it alllll out for me.  You're doing such a good job.  You're so big and hard, and your cum looks so thick...\"\n\n\nMax's eyes widened and he blushed furiously, but the pleasure was too much to bear and gushed again, his hips jerking and thrusting hard against Peg's tits, his cock throbbing and pulsing, and his cum spilling into the condom in thick, creamy spurts.  He panted and gasped for breath, his eyes glazed as he rode out the last of his orgasm, and then he sagged, panting and moaning.\n\n\n\"...Wow...\" whispered Roxanne, her eyes wide.  She had been watching the whole thing with a mixture of fascination, embarrassment, and arousal.  Max was mortified that Roxanne had seen him cum like that, but the pleasure was so overwhelming he didn't care.  If anything, her eyes on his pulsating, blasting flesh just intensified his climax.  He panted, and then looked at the condom, his eyes widening.\n\n\n\"Jeez, how much can one of those hold?!\" Kit asked, amazed.  The condom had ballooned out to the size of a small pumpkin, and it was still holding.  Peg grinned, and then squeezed her breasts together tightly, the sudden pressure on his dick making Max gasp, his hips jerking as he pumped another load of cum into the condom, the rubber reservoir swelling larger and larger.\n\n\n\"Oh, they're pretty stretchy,\" she said with a wink, \"Besides, I want to see just how much it can take...\"\n\n\n\"Aw, Peg, I think you're bein' a little rough on the poor boy there,\" Goofy said, reaching over and stroking Max's head, \"He ain't never had a titjob before.  Or much o' any sex at all, really!  Poor kiddo only had his first orgasm an' hour an' a half ago, after al!\"\n\n\nMax groaned in embarrassment, but the pleasure was too intense to fight.  He couldn't believe what was happening to him.  His big boner was gushing violently, throbbing between his sexy neighbor's huge breasts, his dad was right there and watching him do it as if it were no big deal, and his best friend was watching with fascination.\n\n\nAnd then there was Roxanne.  She was still touching herself, her fingers slowly rubbing her vulva, her juices dripping down her inner thighs.  Her penis was twitching as it stuck out of her pants, a long clear strand of precum connecting it to the carpet.  Max felt a surge of pleasure at the sight and his hips jerked, his cock throbbing between Peg's breasts, his cum spurting into the condom again, and the rubber reservoir swelling larger and larger.\n\n\n\"Yours isn't nearly as big as Baloo's was,\" remarked Kit, oblivious to Max's embarrassment as he reached out to poke the wobbling, sloshing, fluid-filled mass of the condom, \"His was like two and a half feet across!\"\n\n\n\"Max is a seven-year-old, and Baloo's a grown, adult man.  Of course his wouldn't be as big,\" Peg chided gently, \"And that's not the point.  It's not the size of the blast, but the force of it.\"\n\n\n\"Mmm, yes,\" Mrs. Beakley said in agreement, returning with a fresh condom, \"It's not the quantity or volume of the seed that matters, it's the quality.  A thick, creamy load that can knock a woman off her feet is worth a thousand gallons of thin, watery fluid that can only wet her nethers.\"\n\n\n\"...I don't think muh lil' Maxie has ta worry about that,\" said Goofy proudly, reaching down to help his son remove the used, filled rubber.  He lifted the sloshing white goo appraisingly, \"Thick as glue, an' heavy, too.  Ye'll make some lady very happy some day, son.\"\n\n\n\"Uh... Thanks, Dad?\" Max said awkwardly, not sure how to react to having his father compliment his spunk.  He was still reeling from the orgasm, and his body was tingling with the afterglow of pleasure, but the conversation was a bit surreal and strange. .\n\n\n\"Gawrsh, sorry, Maxie.  Didn't mean ta make you uncomfortable,\" Goofy apologized, \"Here.  Lemme help ya clean up.\"\n\n\nGoofy carefully removed the condom from his son's penis, making sure not to spill any of the thick, sticky fluid.  He carefully tied off the end of the condom to keep the cum from leaking out, and then placed it in a wastebasket nearby.  He then produced a damp cloth and wiped the excess seed from his son's groin, taking the time to gently clean his penis and testicles.  The feeling of his father's hands on his intimate parts sent a thrill through Max's body, and his cock began to stiffen again.\n\n\n\"Ah-hyuck, already gettin' another stiffy?  That's muh son fer ya,\" Goofy said, clearly proud of Max's quick recovery.  Max felt his face flush with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the arousal he was feeling.\n\n\nGoofy finished cleaning Max and then helped him put on the fresh condom that Mrs. Beakley had brought.  Max sighed with relief as his father rolled the protective layer over his throbbing erection, the sensation of the rubber on his skin sending shivers of pleasure through him.  He looked over at Roxanne and saw that her face was flushed and she was still touching herself.  His heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched in its sheath, and he felt a surge of pleasure and anticipation.\n\n\n\"...And there we are.  Nice and snug, again,\" Goofy said, patting Max's rubber-covered erection fondly, \"An' this time, no one's gonna give you a titjob an' make ya squirt.\"\n\n\n\"Aw,\" complained Peg with a pout.\n\n\n\"....Can I have a condom too?\" Kit asked Mrs. Beakley hopefully, his penis at full mast.  Mrs. Beakley rolled her eyes.\n\n\n\"...Given the messes everyone's been leaving around the manor of late, I suppose I might as well make them available to everyone for use,\" she sighed, \"Now.  Come, let us rejoin the party.\"\n\n\n⁂\n"
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