Curse Of Full Balls Pt 02

Part 2

Weeks later...

Gwyn sauntered through into her ingredients room, peering around in the dark. It was evening, and even with her elven sight, it was hard to see all the many jars, puches, and other containers lining the shelves, or their contents for that matter. With a flick of her wrist, a light appeared beside her, and as she began stalking the room, an open book levitated faithfully beside her. She glanced at it, re-reading a passage for the ingredients required for a potion. The elf checked and re-checked the shelves. Bending over, her enormous breasts gently sagging beneath her, she searched the lowest shelves with intent.

Unable to find what she was looking for, She began to grow slightly agitated. She stood up quickly, and as she did, she felt her thick ass press its full, cushiony volume into the shelf behind her. There was a clinking sound. Gwyn turned around in time to see a large glass jar plummeting from the top shelf. She reached out to catch it, but it evaded her grasping arms and lodged itself upside down directly in her expansive cleavage.

Caught between her massive tits, the jar looked insignificant by comparison. Gwyn smiled in relief, and picked up the jar from her chest. As she lifted, there was a muffled 'popping' noise, and suddenly the jar came free, with the lid still trapped in the elf's bosom. With no lid, the contents of the jar, a viscous silvery liquid, spilled and splattered across the top of Gwyn's huge breasts.

Gwyn frowned, staring down at the mess on her chest. "Oh damn it-" she started to say to herself, but before she could finish she was interrupted by a sudden twitch in her hips. Her eyes screwed shut and she pursed her lips as she tried to suppress a moan.

Unicorn semen is a rare ingredient and a highly potent fertility enhancer. For humans, only a single drop is needed to produce a powerful orgasm. Gwyn is an elf, not a human, but there's more than a drop of the stuff splattered on her huge tits.

Gwyn leaned forward and gripped the shelf in front of her for support, fighting back another violent moan. She felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest, fiery heat burning through her body. Her big, round ripples began pushing their piercings through the cloth of her gown. As she fought down her urge to moan again, Gwyn became aware of a dripping sound. She peeked down and squinted at her feet. Long, syrupy ribbons were cascading between her legs to the floor. She almost didn't feel herself leaking for how hot her thighs were, but now that she felt it, she could not hold back any longer. Her legs began to shake violently, and As she tried to hold in the last moan, she capitulated. Her exerted whimper turned into a feminine, desperate cry of release. Her head jerked back and her tongue flew out of her mouth as pleasure overtook her mind. Gwyns hips spasmed uncontrollably, her tits bouncing around the room with every jerking motion....

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Far away, a luxurious palace in the countryside was hosting an auction of priceless artifacts, handsome jewelry, and items of magical power. Among the pieces in the collection, was a sapphire necklace which had belonged to the witch-elf Gwyn until a month ago. None of this was known by the guests at the house, of course. Except for one.

Sarylla had not been invited to the fancy party at the estate, but through some careful planning, she had been able to steal one of the servant uniforms and sneak in.

Now, Sarylla was serving drinks to guests in the audience hall, dressed in a black maid outfit with white frills, a short skirt and tight leggings, with heels the color of midnight. She carried a tray in one hand with cocktails and wine in little glasses, and wove between the many tables of guests.

Occasionally, a man or a woman in luxurious attire would pluck a drink off her tray, but Sarylla was hardly paying them mind. Her eyes were constantly darting to the front of the room, where a man in fine robe stood, annunciating to the audience about the merits of each item being sold from the collection. Sarylla kept stealing glances, hoping to find what she was looking for. It had taken her weeks to track down all the valuables she had stolen, and finally she was near the last one.

As she maneuvered back and forth through the hall, Sarylla wondered about the girl who this uniform belonged to. She must have been a very small girl, she thought, because Sarylla barely fit into the outfit at all. Her massive thighs filled the leggings to their limit, they were practically wrapped in the fabric. With how much the fabric stretched, you could see right through to her naked thighs. Every step threatened to rip holes in the leggings, so Sarylla had to move carefully.

This would have been manageable, if it weren't for her bigger problem.

Sarylla's balls ached. They ached most days. In the day they ached from being smothered between her thick, juicy thighs as she walked. And her balls ached with pressure at night from the extra large volumes of sperm filling them up all day. Ever since Gwyn had fed her that potion, her balls had become overproductive, constantly building up exponentially growing loads every single day.

With how tight her lower garments were, her big sack had no room, so Sarylla had come up with a creative solution.

Fearing the unwanted attention on her heist, she decided to tuck her fat ballsack into the rear of her leggings, tucking her cock underneath her as flat as she could. The tightness of the leggings and the cover of the skirt hid her huge nuts from view. The end result was that her already large ass looked slightly more plump than usual. This made her the thickest servant girl in the room, but it was better than the other options. As she walked, Sarylla was constantly aware of her sensitive nuts pressed against her asscheeks by the tights. It made it a little hard to focus, but Sarylla did her best to keep scanning the front of the rule for the deep blue of the sapphire necklace.

If Sarylla had been a little more alert, she might have noticed the drunk, rowdy table of men before she passed by. She didn't see the hand as it swung toward her rear. What happened next was so painful, it seemed to happen in slow motion. The man's hand was aiming to slap her enlarged butt, but instead the blow found Sarylla's tender nuts, constrained in her tight leggings. Her delicate balls were smashed brutally against her fat ass. Sarylla gasped in pain and fell forward. The sensation was excruciating. Her vision went black and she saw stars for a long moment. As she fell to the ground, the tray of drinks in her hand crashed to the floor with the sound of shattered glass. Her vision swam as two other servant girls came to her side to help her up.

Sarylla was limp, and as they pulled her from the floor, she felt her crotch get soaking wet. When her big, backed up balls had been squeezed against her butt, their contents escaped through the only channel available. A huge blob of cum squirted involuntarily out of her limp dick, soaking her pants and cascading down her thighs. Sarylla sobbed with pain as the girls dragged her away, black lines of makeup chasing the tears down her face. She felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her as she clutched her crotch in agony.

The girls sat Sarylla down in a room and closes the door behind them, before addressing her. "Are you okay?" "We saw what happened" they chimed, but Sarylla knew they didn't really understand. They would soon, however. Sarylla's tight leggings had finally given out in the fall, and her huge thighs bulged out from rips in the fabric. From out of these tears, the cum soaking her thighs oozed out conspicuously. Sarylla continued to weep openly, and the girls, seeing that something strange was happening, backed away slowly and then turned to leave the room silently.

Sarylla sat alone, her hands still folded into her crotch, cradling her ruined ballsack. She sat in a growing pool of her own cum, and hadnt even gotten the satisfaction of ejaculating. Her balls had been forcibly emptied and the contents spilled out into her lap. She wept for the pain, and the shame, and the indignity of it all.

Eventually, Sarylla gathered the strength to stand. The room she had been brought to was a small kitchen connected to the auditorium, and she could still hear the auction proceeding without her just beyond the door. She limped to the threshold and pressed her ear to the wood.

"...of our enchanted curiosity collection, the material value is obvious from the precious stones, but what truly marks this piece's prestige is it's usefulness..." the wordy auctioneer babbled. Sarylla listened closer.

"...placed upon the neck of any wizard or witch, they are utterly drained of sorcerous resources..."

Sarylla cracked the door and peered into the room. Surely enough, the man was holding up a sapphire amulet, cast in silver. Sarylla watched with baited breath as the bidding began. The quantities of wealth being tossed about the room for the item were staggering, more than Sarylla had ever seen in her life. Finally, the necklace was sold to a woman in the back of the room, and as she strode her way to the front of the room, Sarylla made note of her appearance. The woman was tall, slender, and dark haired, with a fur trimmed gown that went down to her heels.

Sarylla would need to find a way to collect the necklace off of the lady. Originally, she planned to simply swipe it off the buyer while pretending to attend tables, but now she doubted she could get away with much in her current state.

She was still in a lot of pain, and now her chances of acquiring the necklace seemed hopeless.

Just then, the lady turned in her stride, taking the necklace not back to her seat, but out of the room entirely. Seeing her chance, Sarylla gathered her resolve. She ripped the white frills from her uniform, and discarded her heels. She reached under her collar and pulled a black mask up to cover the lower half of her face. Dressed all in black now, she would be much less obvious. The only thing separating her from a shadow were the holes in her leggings where her bright pinkish thighs bulged, and the drying white stain on her crotch. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. Sarylla cracked the door, and darted after the lady.

She had always had an easier time sneaking before her balls got so big, and now that they were bruised, too, it was even harder. She silently winced with each step, trying equally hard not to make a sound as not to squish her balls between her thighs. Her cock wasn't as big of a problem, if anything getting that caught between her plush legs sometimes felt good. But, as she stalked the tall lady down the hallways of the house, once or twice Sarylla let out a gasp of pain, causing the lady to stop and look around. The second time it happened, Sarylla had to duck behind a dresser in the hall to hide.

She cursed under her breath.

Then, something strange happened. There was a faint glow of light coming from underneath her. She looked down in time to see the massive bulge in her pants suddenly disappear. She felt cool night air on her genitals, something was definitely wrong. Sarylla lifted the black skirt, and tugged down at her leggings to reveal... nothing? Where her pendulous cock and balls had once been, there was nothing but empty space... and a small circular ring of violet light gently kissed up against her pelvis. Just then, she heard the lady start walking again, away from her down the hall. Sarylla decided she would need to figure this out later if she wanted her chance of getting that necklace, and pulled her tights back up to her hips. She turned, and gave silent pursuit of her target.

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Gwyn just managed to get the words of the spell out between moans. She leaned against the shelf for support, as her pussy erupted in a volcano of juices. Her whole body trembled, as she collapsed to the floor. When she could see again, the witch looked ahead at the bright purple light a few feet in front of her. Her spell had been cast. A small purple portal had appeared, hovering a few feet in the air. Gwyn dragged herself a few inches closer, and propped herself up on her tits. She could feel her hot nipples grinding into the wood floor, and she came again. Somewhere behind her, her pussy exploded.

Gwyn's face was a few inches from the portal when she regained conscious thought. Protruding from the portal was a long, semi-erect cock, with a large ballsack suspended in the air beneath it. Gwyn pushed herself off the floor and approached hungrily. The entire thing smelled of sex, and Gwyn placed a sloppy kiss on the head of Sarylla's hardening dick.

Sarylla flinched as she felt a pair of lips on her tip. She recognized those lips. Gwyn.

The elf wasted no time. She climbed on top of it and sat her soaking wet lips on the human cock floating in the middle of the room. Her slender thighs wrapped around the girth and she began pumping her hips, grinding her clit into the veins.

Sarylla crawled onto the soft carpet of the second floor stairs landing. She had seen the lady with the necklace walk up the stairs, but it quickly became difficult when she felt her cock get drenching wet and wrapped in buttery smooth thighs. Thighs which were rapidly pumping up and down her shaft. Sarylla was panting hard. Not being weighed down by her heavy nuts made it easier to move, but that was counteracted by having her cock groped by a very horny elf's thighs.

Very horny didn't even closely describe Gwyn in that moment. She was bent over, pistoning her hips like a steam engine, and biting down hard on the rim of her hat so hard she was about to bite through it. Her knuckles were white, gripping the shelf for dear life. Gwyn's tits had been flung free of her robe, and were swinging back and forth. They would have come up to smack her in the face if it weren't for the shelf in the way, which her breasts were repeated slamming up into. The contents of the shelf in front of her and the one below that had both been cleared of their contents by her bouncing boobs. Broken jars and various reagents scattered about. Gwyn's face was a contortion of pure ecstasy. Her eyes had rolled back and mouth agape, she hardly looked the part of elven grace. Her moaning was so incessantly loud, Sarylla could almost hear it through the other side of the portal in her crotch. Gwyn laughed in drunken satisfaction, and shouted at the top of her lungs "OH MY STARS BLESS THIS HUMAN COCK!" if anyone had been outside within a mile, they would have been deafened by her moans.

Eventually, the stroking stopped. Sarylla felt something slide off her dick and everything went still after that. She had fallen behind the lady by quite a bit now, but she could finally think straight without the witch assaulting her genitals. She was on the third floor now, and as she searched around, suddenly she saw it. A door across the hall was open, and on the other aide, a vanity chest, with a ring of sapphire gems resting on top. Sarylla approached the door carefully. She heard a faint voice coming from deeper in the room. It was a woman, she was singing. Looking inside, it appeared to be a bathing room, steam crowded the mirror and made the light hazy.

The woman was bathing. She had left the necklace just sitting on this desk, with a collection of other jewelry. It couldn't really be this easy, could it? Sarylla wondered to herself. Who leaves in the middle of an auction to go take a bath? Sarylla grabbed the necklace before the opportunity was lost. Looking at it closely now, it had an odd appearance, but she recognized it from when she had first stolen it weeks earlier. It didn't resemble a necklace very much at all, actually. It looked like a thin collar, made of flexible metal, and there were runes etched into the sapphires.

Just as she was examining the collar, she heard a voice behind her.

When Gwyn regained consciousness, she found herself in a heap on the floor. Slowly, she picked herself up. She was still horny. Really horny. But the burning fire in her pussy had been fuelled by a ride on that girl's meat. As she looked at it again, she noticed how bruised her balls looked. She felt a little bad, having taken advantage of this poor girl's impressive cock and seeing her orbs looking so miserable.

She spoke an incantation in life magic, a healing spell. Her hand began to glow with a warm light, and Gwyn gently pressed her palms onto the large sack before her. Immediately, the magic began to work, repairing Sarylla's bruised balls, removing the pain and ache.

Then Gwyn began rubbing her hands around the girl's balls, massaging them and caressing them. The life magic amplified, it began to do more than heal. Fertility power surged through the girl's large cum factories, sending them into overdrive. A chain reaction of sperm production took over. Sarylla's balls began to fill rapidly. They churned out more and more cum with each passing second, until they were as full as they had ever been. Then they began to swell.

Sarylla's hiding place was hastily chosen, and now she was regretting it. She had ducked into a closet when she heard a voice, and now she was the one trying desperately not to be heard. Just outside the closet, the lady Sarylla had followed was in the nude, dressing herself in front of Sarylla, while a servant spoke to her through the door Sarylla couldn't pay attention to what was being said, she was trying her hardest not to moan as she stared directly into this woman's bare ass, on full display to her. If the lady heard anything or decided to check her closet, Sarylla would be done for.

This was difficult for her because Sarylla was trying not to cum her brains out. She could feel her hot balls swelling up with semen. It was almost too much for her to hold in. Her massive cum tanks were overburdened, containing more sperm than she ever had in her life, and yet they still churned out more. They just wouldn't stop. They were getting so heavy. The tremendous load building up down there was getting packed in tighter and tighter, increasing in density under the pressure. Her cum churned and thickened, and still there was more.

Eventually, Sarylla's cum factories reached the absolute limit of their capacity. Her huge sack was bloated and swollen, not a wrinkle anywhere as her skin was pulled taut and smooth. Sarylla was biting into her mask, trying to hold it all in. She couldn't make a sound. She couldn't let that big, heavy load out no matter how much she needed to.

Suddenly, the portal in Sarylla's crotch vanished. As her cock and engorged balls returned to her, the thin lining of the leggings was obliterated. With a shredding sound, Sarylla's swollen nuts exploded into the space between her legs, shearing away the fabric that had been there.

With suspenseful terror in her eyes, Sarylla looked up, certain she would be discovered, only to find that she was... alone? The lady had apparently left the room. Sarylla had been so distracted by suppressing her urge to cum, she hadn't even seen the woman leave.

Sarylla looked down at her full balls, and then to the collar in her hand. An idea sprung into her mind. That elf was going to pay for all of this.

Part 3 coming soon