Dont Overwork Yourself

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"Don't overwork yourself!"

Claire heard those words again as she sunk her weary frame into the back office recliner; it was tonight's fifth and final 'break-time'.

Hunched over at Claire's feet, a topless, 4'11" brown-haired girl glanced upwards expectantly; her wary expression magnified through crooked, thick-rimmed glasses.

"I don't want you burning out!" the girl continued, as she crossed her arms beneath heavy breasts, lifting them slightly, "You always work so hard, you know? And my best employee deserves to

relax...

" Her tone was a mixed between gentle concern and serious reprimand.

Claire balanced a pair of compression shorts on one finger before lazily waved them through the air, as though brushing the chastisement aside, "I know, I know, it's important I

relax...

". Her head rolled head back, pressing into the recliner cushion, eyes half-lidded, as the shorts fell to the ground.

A coy smile pierced stern lips, eyes softening; Claire's boss appeared satisfied with the half-hearted appeasement. Striking up a cheery tune under her breath, the girl returned to her task: positioning a pillow at the foot of Claire's recliner. A pat here, a fluffing there... and, with a great sigh of satisfaction, she unceremoniously plopped onto her makeshift throne, breasts jiggling tremendously in every direction as her weight shifted. Once settled, her smile widened, and two dainty hands crept upwards to receive the large, semi-flaccid cock that hung over the edge of the recliner seat. Gently, she began to stroke, encouraging the bloodflow to pump into the shaft.

Up above, Claire took a sharp inhale, trying to stay composed,

"Besides, Marina.... you and I both know-" Claire began,

"Shhh-." Marina interrupted, "You've been working

hard

the last hour, and it's MY job, as YOUR manager, to ensure your needs are taken care of." Her tone was surprisingly firm. She tutted softly, continuing "You

know

I'm committed to your work-life balance!"

"...I mean- ok, but-",

"

Hush, Claire.

"

Had Claire been looking, she would have seen Marina's eyes narrow into daggers, her tone frigid. Below, Marina's left hand, which cupped one of Claire's softball-sized testicles, ever so slightly tightened its grip.

"

...And let me take care of you.

"

Claire gulped. Marina used

that

voice. A shiver ran through her spine, while the testicle in Marina's firm grasp audibly churned, before swelling a quarter of an inch.

"...Yes ma'am." she uttered weakly, defeated.

Claire knew better than to argue with

that

voice.

Her cock, which stood fully erect at 18 inches, throbbed heavily, before growing half an inch longer.

At hearing Claire's acquiescence, Marina's frigid glare melted away, and the kind, gentle expression she was known for quickly replaced it.

"Good girl!~" she praised warmly, hips happily wagging back and forth, "That's my Claire!" A big smile broke across her face, revealing twin dimples, as she resumed stroking the large, throbbing shaft in front of her.

~~~~

Claire hated to admit it, but Marina's big smile made her heart melt, and mind race.

Those damn dimples.

She might be a little pushy about 'employee care', but...

Ugh.

Claire

knew

without looking, that those dimples would be on display right now, too.

UGH. No one should be that cute. It's criminal.

As Claire pouted, she slouched into the oversized armchair, legs further spreading. Despite her protests, a soft smile formed on her lips.

This little deviant always wins.

Claire stared up into the ceiling, thoughts adrift with Marina, as the clock on the wall struck 2:00am. Last call had long rung out, and the bar was shut for the night. All other employees had already gone home. It was just the two of them, as it always was.

Claire shook her head, smile lingering. She knew she was trapped, but she couldn't imagine anywhere else she'd rather be.

And to think, the only one who hasn't run.... little Marina...

... Her hips slid further forwards; large, churning testicles pushed further into Marina's eager grip.

~~~~

Further ruminating, however, ground to a halt, as the pleasure radiating from her groin grew too great. A soft moan slipped from Claire's mouth as the churning ball's pitch lowered, volume increasing.

"SUCH a good girl, Claire... so very... good..." Marina was almost whispering.

Had Claire been able to see, she would have witnessed Marina's soft expression go slack. Her jaw slightly ajar, drool slipping from the corner of the mouth. The kind, doe eyes harden, glinting, as they stared holes into those churning, swelling balls.

Marina's hands increased their fervent worship. One hand stroked faster on the thickening shaft, the other more intently cupping and caressing the massive, swelling testicles. Her fingers traced each vein, every line, every

inch

of sensitive skin. These were knowing fingers, capable of eeking

every

drop of pleasure from Claire's most delicate spots. Marina was truly a master of her craft.

Within three seconds, another half-inch of size packed into to the massive sack.

By now, a single testicle was too large for Marina to properly cup with her dainty hands. A drop of drool landed on the base of the shaft, having catapulted itself off Marina's chin.

Marina wrapped her palm around the shaft, but couldn't bring her fingertips together, the shaft having grown too thick. Even so, Marina's grip tightened.

Claire inhaled sharply from above, still not used to just how incredible Marina made her feel. No one in all her 27 years came close. What shocked her even more was the difference it made to her overall size... in just the six months the futanari had worked the bar, her previous 'max size' of 18 inches and baseball sized testicles (when fully erect!) had rapidly been surpassed. Something about how Marina touched her seemed to awaken something deep inside her system, she couldn't explain it.

Her thoughts wandered... never before had anyone wished her

'bigger'

, only the opposite. They'd balk at her size, maybe give a handjob out of pity, but after that, things petered out. Eventually, her relationships would crumble, and she'd be left to deal with her ceaseless libido, alone.

Again

. Not that she could ever blame anyone, of course. It was too big. For anyone.

AND, she had to cum 8 or 9 times a day, or it would leak everywhere. It was so RIDICULOUSLY over-sized.

She hated it. It felt like a curse, 'the demon.'

But...

Marina doesn't seem to mind...

Her thoughts circled back to the small, quiet girl,

She... I mean, she never explicitly said she WANTED it bigger... of course not...

but...

she's so selfless...

if she DID want that, she'd never say...

And... as I've grown... I can't help but notice....how she looks at.....

~~~~

Her thoughts swam, memories coming and going, until she recalled the first time...

Marina, bless her heart, catching me mid-orgasm, I can't believe I tried to relieve myself in the bathroom... so STUPID, Claire. it was after I volunteered for that double shift, yea?...

...OH man! It was the day I had woken up late! I missed my morning draining... God, by the end of shift.... I was just about pissing cum on the counter... that's why I was so bad....

...Didn't I rip my shorts that day?...

I just remember... running to the bathroom... Marina looked so concerned...

Didn't she say she thought I was sick to my stomach? Oh my god, cause I was cumming so violently into the toilet...!

Claire chuckled silently to herself, Marina's innocence was so endearing.

I was so sure...

Her thoughts slowed, emotions swimming in her stomach,

that I was never gonna work here again.

...

I still remember... that feeling.

...

'The demon' taking my relationships AND my income away...

But...

she just smiled...

that damn smile...

and all she said....

"You poor thing... You've just been overworking...."

~~~~

Ever since that day, Marina has pushed Claire to "Relax" during break-time, five times a shift. Six times on her longer Friday and Saturday shifts. Seven times on Sundays, her longest shift. And, well... Eight on *particularly busy* Sundays, giving two back to back orgasms at close, "just to let you know I appreciate you!". That's just how Marina is.... kind to everyone.

Including, apparently, girls with, throbbing cocks... audibly churning, unemptyable balls...

Claire's thoughts returned to the present, as her cock seemingly thickened yet again in Marina's grip.

She still didn't understand the growth. In her youth, growth was met with so much dread, until it finally stopped at 22. But these days, with Marina... she couldn't say she really minded it. Cause, well, Marina didn't seem to mind it. And, since she worked 7 days a week, Marina took care of her body's rampant needs.

Before Marina, the hustle and bustle of the bar was enough to keep her mind

off

'The demon'... finally allowing her to feel like a *normal* girl for a few hours.

So... she just kept volunteering for every open shift, until she was working every single day. Just... burying herself in it....

Overworking... Marina would say...

But, AFTER Marina, well... Claire didn't even masturbate at home anymore.

~~~~

Truth be told, Claire hadn't been this happy in years. In no small part because Marina seemed to actually *enjoy* every minute of it. She finally got to *live a little*, indulging in discovering hobbies, books, movies, all thanks to this meek little girl. The one who was on her knees, fervently stroking her gargantuan shaft and cupping her fat, swelling balls.

Little Marina...

She peered down once again at the girl servicing her.

Not even 5ft tall. Brown dusty hair, a shoulder-length bob.

Round thick glasses, doe eyes, freckles.

Two little dimples when she smiled. Those damn dimples.

Her cute, petite figure.

Or... well the figure surprised her, as Marina only ever wore large sweaters and oversized tops. Except for one rainy day when Marina forgot an umbrella, and pulled her soaked sweater off right in front of Claire's face... when she was drenched from head to toe...

Turns out, Marina's 28 G cups can't be hidden entirely.

Even with the girl now topless in front of her, the mental image of that soaked, frustrated girl stamping her little feet and pulling off that sweater caused her cock to throb aggressively. Her churning balls swelled larger.

-

Thus this soft spoken 25 year old, Claire's younger by two years, bar owner and employer... also owned her cock and balls.

If I'm not careful, she'll own my heart, too.

That intrusive thought made Claire's chest tighten, as she mentally chastised herself for thinking dumb thoughts.

Her genitalia, however, did not share the same sentiment. Churning grew audibly louder, as her balls jumped in size by an entire inch, the fastest they've ever swollen in their little 'break sessions'.

From below, Marina grunted uncharacteristically, her words catching between harsh inhales,

"VERY. GOOD. GIRL..."

Marina's hands latched to the pent up testicles as they rapidly swelled. Multiple drops of drool rained from Marina's chin, crashing into the now 23 inch shaft. The fist sized head of the monstrous appendage pressed into Marina's ample chest, which, impressively, could contain almost a third of the length. Precum smeared between Marina's swinging tits, skin shining, while the rest dripped into the 20 gallon bucket Marina always had ready to contain Claire's enormous cumshots.

Marina scooched, knees shuffling, to bring her soft, small body closer to the base of Claire's enormous shaft. Lifting the heavy, throbbing cock, she delicately set it on her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of it throbbing and swelling against her neck. Leaning forward, she pressed her large chest into the churning testicles, soft and supple skin splaying out. With both hands, she diligently cupped each ball; massaging them with her expert ministrations.

They had grown to the size to cantaloupes, almost as large as Marina's breasts themselves. Marina's breath were short, as though she struggled to catch her breath.

"You're making... SO MUCH...

for me...

" Marina murmured, monotone, as though hypnotized.

Suddenly, Marina squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and took a huge gulp of air, as though trying to snap out of a spell. Her gaze bounced upwards, eyes radiant, the usual kind and gentle expression plastered across her face. "I just KNEW you needed to relax after that late rush!" She chirped, almost speaking in a singsong voice.

"Y-yea..." Claire tried to respond through gritted teeth, the pleasure rising from her balls frying her nervous system, "It-it was a t-TON of customers.... t-tonight..."

Marina happily rocked too and fro, warm, ample breasts pushing repeatedly against Claire's sack, the titflesh flattening against the rumbling, churning expanse. As though sensing a challenge, they suddenly ramped up their growth, pressing more firmly into the soft tissue, not to be outdone.

"

I know, honey~, I know...

" Marina chimed softly, chipper tone deflating, as her eyes drifted back down, again zeroing in on Claire's enormous, swelling sack. Her jaw slipped open, eyes glinting. Her breath became more labored.

As 'honey' left Marina's lips, Claire's shaft experienced another mighty throb.

Instantly, it grew heavier.

An enormous burst of growth pushed the hot flesh harder against Marina's neck, as the shaft gained almost 3 inches of length in a single moment. The growth was unprecedented.

Claire realized... she may be a bit weak to Marina's pet names. The sounds of churning testicles grew even louder.

"We were swamped all the way until close..." Marina continued, pitch drifiting until monotone once again, "

I know... I... I know... it's only Wednesday, but at this rate..."

Her hands fervently massaged the weighty, heavy sack. It churned harder at the touch, cum production spiking so aggressively the balls

visibly

plumped, the flesh pressing Marina's slender fingers further apart. They were now the same size of Marina's G cups, and the growth was not stopping.

Marina cupped the mighty package, weighing it in her small hands, eyes half lidded. She heaved it up to her face, and took a long, shuttering breath through her nose, inhaling its scent. A shiver ran through her entire body, sweat beading on her forehead, as drool poured from her slack jaw.

"I.... " she trailed off, staring at the balls as they plumped larger, and for a single instant, her face contorting with a primal

hunger

.

She blinked.

"

I need to give you the Sunday special.

" Marina suddenly declared, patting the balls decisively. "Normally these aren't this heavy for another 15 minutes." Her tone had shifted to be very matter of fact, like it was the most obvious decision.

Though Claire had not seen Marina's face, something about Marina's actions sent a chill through her.

Suddenly Claire's heart plummeted into her stomach.

Sweat shot across her brow.

She tasted salt.

Heat flashed across her body.

A loud

groan

emanated from her balls. They swelled two inches at once, now decidedly larger Marina's potent breasts.

-

It wasn't that Claire had a *problem* with the statement. She didn't disagree; she was significantly bigger than normal for it only being six minutes into 'break time'. That's not why she was sweating, or clammy.

~~~~

For... as long as she could remember, actually... Claire resented cumming. The incessant need, the pressing desire rising up from 'the demon'. Getting in the way of what she actually wanted to *do!*

Marina had alleviated much of the resentment, but Claire still wasn't *excited* about cumming. It still felt like a necessary evil.

But... something about how Marina said that... made her throb.

Not below, in her swelling balls. Not her hardening, lengthening shaft. But in her chest, in her heart.

She...

WANTED to cum more.

She WANTED to cum... as.... as much as she possibly could.

For Marina.

~~~~~

The low churning, rumbling, of her balls- suddenly stopped.

Marina gasped, shooting an alarming look towards Claire.

"Are you alright?! I didn't hurt you did I?!"

Her voice, strained with concern, almost broke in her throat. Marina's hands quickly relaxed their grip on the enormous, bowling ball sized testicles. "You KNOW I told you to say if I was getting too rou-"

Claire's breathing hitched. A loud, low moan escaped from her mouth,

"I th-think..."

*Claire grunted, through shallow breaths,*

"I-..I w-want...-"

*The low rumbling suddenly returned.*

"T-the Sunday special..."

*The volume rapidly increased.*

"The M-m-m-onday special..."

*The swelling resumed.*

"T-t-the.. t-the Marina... special."

Louder, and louder, Claire's testicles vibrated, almost violently, in Marina's hands. Suddenly, the normal swelling Marina was used to seeing was replaced by Claire's testicles BALLOONING with seed and virility.

~~~~

Claire moaned, incessantly, as words failed her, only able to fling her head back against the cushions. Her shaft grew 5-6 inches, all at once, in all directions, as its weight jumped by almost a quarter. Marina's expressions rapidly propelled from from concerned to shocked, as her eyes shot back down to the testicles in her hands. Deftly repositioning the fat, heavy shaft to her other shoulder, Marina filled her vision completely with the growing sack in her lap.

They began growing faster than either girl had ever seen.

The usual small hitches in size; nowhere to be found. Inches piled on, one after another, right before Marina's eyes.

Marina's shocked expression softened.

Her concerned, open jaw, slowly closed shut.

The gentle smile returned, hands resuming their masterful kneading of the rapidly swelling testicles. It only increasing their pace, as she felt their weight building rapidly within her palms, pulling her downwards. Sounds of liquid violently churning and sloshing erupted from the now beach-ball sized testicles.

"

...that's my girl. That's my Claire."

It was almost a whisper.

"I told you honey~, you just need to relax, and let me take care of you. Let your Marina take care of you."

Though Marina hadn't seen it yet, the shaft over her shoulder had already reached 28 inches in length, and still grew longer, its girth thickening.

Leaning forwards, Marina kissed the top of Claire's enormous girth, gently, before peppering it with soft kisses, over and over again. Below, she kneaded the medicine ball sized testicles as they grew eagerly into her lap, the pace of growth still increasing. Claire's breath hitched, as she felt each of Marina's kisses zap her nervous system like lightning. She once again threw her head back on the recliner, unable to sit still, moaning louder.

She'd never felt like this before.

So full, so hard. So achingly full. And it just kept getting worse.