Sarylla trudged up the damp forest path with slight agitation. She had been on this road a week ago when she first passed through on her way to town.
Her pockets had already been full of loot from the next town over, but when she stumbled upon the low cottage in the wood, it was too tempting to pass up a few easy coins. She silently entered the house, finding it empty of persons and chock full of all manner of strange baubles and trinkets, she came to the conclusion that it must have been a witch's home, and that she could sell the relics for double price. As she left the house with her collection of loot, she heard the sound of a magical spell, and fled off into the night.
Sarylla groaned as she neared the top of the hill, stopping to readjust her pants.
She often enjoyed blowing all the money from a looting run on strong drink and cheap women, but when Sarylla went to lay with a woman, she found herself unable to finish. It made the cute whore feel awful as she tried to gratify her misstress' big cock, and it was then that Sarylla realized she had been cursed. Her penis had been magically bound and prevented her from releasing her cum. She stayed in town for a week, desperately seeking a remedy as her balls began to fill up, unable to be drained. Her only lead was the witch who lived outside of town...
Sarylla came over the top of the hill, and in the valley below, nestled in the trees, was the same cottage she had robbed the week before. A thin wisp of smoke drifted from the chimney. Sarylla grunted. Half because of the indignity of returning here, and half because the elastic nature of her thieves' pants was causing them to tightly squeeze her balls between her thighs. Walking here had been painful. Doing her best to descend the hill steadily, Sarylla headed for the front door of the house.
Pushing it open, Sarylla entered the cottage and shut the door behind her silently. Sitting across the room was a slim Elf. Her back was to Sarylla, and she seemed to have not heard the human enter. The Elf wore all black, on her head was a wide brimmed witch's hat with a wrinkled peak. She was dressed in a thin gown which separated into four wide ribbons just below the waist. She finished what she was doing and turned around, noticing Sarylla in the doorway. "Oh hello!" She beamed. "I didn't hear you come in. My name is Gwyn, what ailments can I help you with?" Sarylla stared. The front of the Elf's gown was wide open down to her navel, leaving a big opening of pristine white skin, which should have laid her chest bare. The problem is that the Elf's melons were so large that they stretched the fabric of the gown, leaving the outer edges of her tits hanging in her garment and the inner cleavage totally exposed and free to bounce and jiggle. Her long blonde hair framed a welcoming grin which fell away as she asked "Is everything alright? You seem a little out of it, dear." Sarylla shook her red curls out of her face. "I'm sorry It's just - I was expecting some old hag."
The witch giggled. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint. Now, what can I help you with?"
Sarylla reached for her groin. "It's a bit of an awkward thing, you see. I think I have a curse." She explained.
"Well thats no problem. I dispel curses from time to time. Nothing awkward about it." The witch replied.
Sarylla took a breath in. "Yeah well, I think it's a curse on my intimate parts."
The elf paused for a moment, and a smile crept across her face as her eyes met the floor. She looked back up with a cheery look. "Oh I see. I'm terribly sorry that happened to you." She said. "Why don't you come let me take a good look while you tell me about your symptoms, okay?"
Sarylla nodded and moved to one of the chairs away from the windows. She looked over at the elf, who was bending over to lock the door. Her huge breasts gently swaying in her gown. There's no way she knows it was me. Sarylla thought to herself. She can't be very cunning, looking like that. She couldn't help but peer over her fine elven features once more. There was a twitch in her pants as her erection developed. She felt her balls tingle as Gwyn approached, her breasts bouncing with every step. "May I see?" She asked as she dropped to her knees in front of the human girl.
Sarylla gripped the edge of her pants. The fabric was normally stretched thin across her thighs, but now had an additional obstacle.
She carefully peeled the tights down to her mid-thigh. Underneath she wore no underwear. Sarylla moaned under her breath as her cock sprang free. She was as thick as a fist and getting hard now. Her cock was fat but not as fat as her balls, resting atop her thick thighs. They were overfilled, the buildup of cum inside them had made them grow to the size of apples, her skin stretched smooth. A week's worth of backed up cum churned within as Sarylla blushed.
Gwyn placed a slender finger on the top of Sarylla's cock, and slowly dragged it to the tip. Sarylla tensed. "I've been-ah struggling. It seems like no matter what I do, I can't seem to... cum." She explained. She felt Gwyn's hot breath on the tip of her cock. The elf was slowly leaning forward. Sarylla's cock twitched as she reached her full size. Sixteen inches long and four inches thick. There was a pulse and a tingle in her balls. Her sperm count had just increased again. This whole ordeal was turning her on and making her balls grow faster.
Gwyn spoke. "And how did you ever come into such a fate?" Gwyn's eyes were piercing, now. Boring a hole through Sarylla's head to the truth. "Oh I was exploring old ruins." She lied. Her heart was racing. Who knew what this sexy witch would do to her if she found out the truth.
Gwyn let out a deep breath onto the girl's cock, and as she did, she could see a faint shimmer around the large head. A trained eye could identify it as a hex, using exactly the same runes Gwyn herself had used to place the cursed trap on her house. She smiled to herself, and then stood up.
"Not to worry. I see this problem from some of the men in the village all the time. I've got just the thing for you." Gwyn spoke with the same cheery grin on her face. "I'll brew you up a fertility potion!" She twirled around and began gathering up materials from around the room. Her breasts bounced freely as she spun about the room, and only calmed down when she began mixing the brew. Her arms squeezed the two together, forming a mile of thick cleavage. They still jiggled defiantly as she worked.
Sarylla sat in the chair with her pants down. When she thought the Elf wasn't looking. She reached for her cock and stroked it. It was too much to hold back. Her balls ached for release and this sexy Elf was prancing about with her boobs on full display. Sarylla's face was reddened by a deep blush as she worked her massive meat. She felt the urge to cum building up and up and up. Her balls churned as they prepared a big load of fresh cum. Sarylla was doing her best to keep down her moans when she looked up. Across the room, Gwyn was bending over a hot cauldron. Her breasts hanging low and being bathed in the steam. She stood up slowly and Sarylla's jaw fell agape as she saw the Elf's huge breasts, glistening wet, her gown stained with water to reveal her large, pierced nipples through the fabric. Sarylla could feel the hot cum entering her dick like lava. It flowed up to the tip, but before she could achieve release, her cum stopped. It froze in her dick for a moment, causing agonizing pleasure, and then the fresh load slowly slid back down her cock and got dumped back into her balls, filling them up even more.
Sarylla groaned in agony, clutching her backed up balls as they filled with her denied orgasm.
