Accept help

I don't want him to push this thing into my ass, I know it is not going to fit but I can feel the collective oppression of the room in wanting me to try. I silently curse the fact he said anything, but now he has asked I can't just stop trying. I know I'm not going to be able to push it much further and my back is metaphorically against the wall. I have to accept. Did he know this course of logic? It doesn't matter. I grunt out the word "please" for which he quietly replies.

"Sorry, did you say please? Do you want me to give you a hand?"

"Yes, just don't push too hard you know. I don't want to damage anything."

"OK, received and understood. If its not moving or you ask me to stop then we stop."

I'm again surprised at the helpful and candid response from my new blonde friend as I feel his fingers touch my own at the bottom of the sphere half buried in my ass. They are warm compared to mine and quickly move themselves into what feels like a circle, so all of his fingers and thumb on one of his hands is pressed against the slick ball. I feel another hand on my back, not pressing but resting on it as he says.

"You'll want to lean over a little more."

The crowd whoop and holler as he takes over the direction, I lean further down on the counter, my eyes flick across to the desk clerk as he pulls his cock out of his jeans, already hard from toying with it earlier. I think for a second he is going to drop is six inch shaft down next to my face but instead he takes half a step to the side to get a better view of my ass.

I gasp as my blonde helper pushes the ball forward, softly but definitively forward, he stops for a second as I reacted but then continues, his other hand gently stroking my back as I grit my teeth as the ball reaches the point where it becomes painful. I can feel how wide my rosebud is being spread but I can't feel how much is yet to come. I count down from five, if its not in five then I'll say to stop. Four. Or if the pain gets much worse. Three. I shriek.

The can sized ball is swallowed in by my ass. My legs shake and I can still feel the bottom of it pressing against my butt, it makes me feel full and desperately uncomfortable. I'm sweating and trying to keep my breath out of a pant. I'm down. There is not way in heaven or hell that the last ball will fit in my petite little frame but then I hear the question and answer, the answer being repeated over and over.

"How many left?

"One more."

"One more?"

"One more."

The answer becomes a chant. 'One more, one more, one more, one more'. I take a sharp intake of breath as I feel the final ball touching my butthole. I bite my lip as I feel it pushing not just me open once again but the other balls deeper inside me. I hear a light high pitched whine escape my throat before I break into a full pant like a woman giving birth.

It reaches the threshold of pain and I'm dimly aware of his hand leaving my back. The rest of my body feels numb in comparison and my every thought is on my ass. My eyes are squeezed shut and even my hearing seems to shutdown so the crowd sound distant and distorted, a white noise to the pain I'm for some reason allowing myself to go through. Just say stop I say to myself but some part of my brain, the part that brought me here says 'wait, you can do this'.

My thoughts clash and I start counting down from five again. I'm not even sure if I'm counting seconds. Four. I clutch on to the counter with both hands. Three. I feel sweat dripping out of my every pore, hot and cold at the same time. Two. My legs are trembling, my body supported by the counter and not them, they shake and my toes dance on the floor. One. It's over. I take a sharp intake of breath and as the word 'stop' starts to come out of my mouth another word races past it.

"Sta-Fuck!" I scream and my back arches as the final ball sinks into my butt. My breath is a mess but the pain subsides down to a raging discomfort. Feeling like I desperately need the toilet but frightened, knowing that the only way out is going to be just as painful. The crowd cheers and claps. My head slumps down on the counter and I feel a hand rest on my buttcheek and the familiar voice of my blonde helper say.

"Do you want to get these out of you or do you want to leave them in? Get used to them and what not?"

Good question. I know they've got to come out some time but is it going to be better to get it over and done with all at once or will it be better if I leave them in for a while? What about the guy that wanted to see this in the first place. What to do?