This choice: Patsy absorbs part of your cock and balls' size • Go Back...Chapter #24Patsy absorbs part of your cock and balls' ... by: WangJohnson   “I don’t thiiink,” you slur mid-word as lewd tingles explode from your crotch like lightning under Patsy’s steamy-hot genitals after a particularly heavy bounce of their hefty weight, “don’t, don’t think… wow, that feels-”
Confusing feelings radiating from between your legs as a tomboy dickgirl straddles your cock with her sister in the room, you find your eyes drawn to the hypnotic bobbing of Patsy’s equine erection right in front of your face, the strong smell of its seed filling your nose.
“Oh good it’s still working,” the hulking Samoan herm with dreadlock twintails says as she looks at you like a bug she has pinned underfoot, “I was worried I wouldn’t get to just have my way here.”
You try to reply, but the words are stolen from your lips and your breathe from your throat as you feel your balls churning in a very different way than you’re used to, and when your hands reflexively squeeze at Patsy’s balls she purrs with pleasure.
“For all that I do think you have some boy-parts here worthy of any breeder or cockslut’s drooling awe,” she teases you as her rock-hard stallion-dong starts to twitch harder and harder atop your tingly-feeling sweating shaft, “it bugs me that they’re not on my big sister or me.”
The pelvis-bustingly massive knot at the base of her cock throbs like a beating heart, and you could swear it’s getting beggar with every pulse.
“So I’m correcting tha-at,” The thick-legged tomboy with your cockhead between her legs barely pauses as your pecker gives her soaked vagina an oddly weak-feeling slap when it twitches with arousal, “putting things that have no business being on such a cute boy where they belong.”
Patsy’s still standing right in front of you, but it feels like she’s pulling her well-muscled thighs back from your prick’s helmet.
“This is basically making my bitch-breaker and slut-churners what they were supposed to be right now anyway,” she says as the pulsing horsecock rising from her pelvis slowly rises higher inch by inch, “if something hadn’t happened to Miss serious-teacher-lady Morgan’s experiment.”
First it was the strange heat and sensations in your groin, then your cock losing track of its warm nook, now the bestial junk that’s been nestled in your lap atop your own package is getting heavier and more cumbersome to manage.
“I kinda feel like I should thank you for bringing such a tasty snack of man-meat to me and just presenting yourself like you did,” the flat-chested herm in a tied off blouse with ripped sleeves backhandedly compliments you, “as much as I love when my big sister plays so intently with my breeding bits, I prefer claiming my own meals than being baby-birded cockfood, you know?”
The hands you have on Patsy’s nuts are now used more to keep them from spilling over your legs than to squeeze or fondle, and below the balls you have to balance your own sack feels strangely swollen yet empty, like it’s being subjected to negative pressure.
“So thank you for being such good prey.”
Screwing up her face with concentration Patsy fiercely flexes her cock and balls atop your lap, the squirming heat and puffy tingling sensations exploding tenfold.
You’d jump in your seat were you not pinned in place by Patsy’s package, as it feels like you’ve suddenly lost control of your bladder. With your balls feeling like they’re leaking, you feel a sinfully delicious loss of pressure between your legs. Patsy’s big brown balls ponderously slip between your legs to sag under their own weight, your cock’s waning erection unable to continue supporting them. They slap down like twin wrecking balls, knocking aside your now smaller and visibly shrinking sack. With your teacher’s little sister’s scrotal flesh still wrapped around part of your prick’s length, you can see that for all that you haven't actually wet yourself like you first fear, your cock’s sweating as it squirms and dwindles. While your maleness shrinks, Patsy’s swells - her horsecock from flared head to throbbing knot getting bigger and more veiny, its steamy heat getting muskier with every breath. The balls now freely hanging between your legs bloat so large that they droop all the way down to puddle against the floor and remain casually pressed against your crotch, even as your package stops being so domineeringly extreme of size. Smaller and smaller, it’s back to not looking like an exaggerated sexual organ exploding from your crotch, every lost inch and pound a sinful pleasure.
As a man you want to object, to cry out or pull away or something over what you’re losing, but the feeling of the dickgirl before you parasitically leeching off your cock is too addictively amazing.
Patsy eventually pulls back - not to grant you a reprieve, but out of personal confusion.
“Why are my pits itching,” the amazonian student grumbles as she scratches at her sweaty armpits, “it hasn’t been that long since I last bathed, so I don’t… hair?”
Pinching and pulling, the Samoan herm is befuddled to find black pubic hair under her arms, and as she shifts around you notice it above her equine member, even making the start of a happy trail up towards her belly button.
“Oh no,” Chrissy chimes back in when she looks over, “I’ll need to get you enough female hormones to make that hair go away, don’t worry I can get you a treatment whipped up real fast, okay?”
“...I want to try the hairy all-natural look out,” Patsy mulishly objects, “and since you already have me here to help out with your project, you shouldn’t get your nuts twisted over how I want to look or act.”
Frowning at her sister, Chrissy glances over at you - more specifically, at the now proportionately puny cock and balls between your legs that are still admittedly larger than you started the day with.
“We’ll talk about that later,” she says as Patsy huffs at the deflection, “now, what am I to do about how you just stole from another student… oh Patsy, why did you have to do this right before the principal comes?”
With her younger sister giggling and clearly unrepentant as she fondles her now body-sized horsecock and floor-dragging balls, Chrissy-  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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