Paige and all her troubles with being a massively endowed futa

I sighed.

Laying under the covers I could hear the sound of birds chirping through the thin single-paned window beside me. The stop and start of a lawn mower rumbling as some dad tried to do yard work, like was typical of a suburban Saturday. It finally caught and the annoyingly loud rumble caused me to grumble in my sleep-addled state. This was all too common for me, living in the cramped quarters of my small apartment just a few miles down the road from the college I attend.

“ughhh…”

I shuffled under my sheets, sliding through something sticky, slimy. Yet another morning where I’d moved just a little too much in my sleep and made a mess. Slowly, my mind caught up to the world around me. Blinking my eyes in the bright morning light that battered down on me from that same window right next to my bed, I looked down as I lifted the covers.

From my thin chest and down the slight curve of my slim belly an off-white fluid stuck to me and my blankets in a stringy goop. The warmth of my body and resting under the covers had made it stay like that, not caking up as it should but to still swirl and slime across my thinly framed stomach and chest.

Up into my non-existant cleavage, my huge cock-head lay, even now drooling my excessive flow.

“You just had to do it, huh.” I murmured at my inch-long cock-slit which just barely poked outside my wrinkly hood. It belched out a huge dollop of the goop that already layered all across me as if in reply to my statement.

Deep into the cavernous dark of blankets, I could just make out the swell of my two massive balls, each feeling taught with my seed despite leaking so much on my body over the night. Beside me, laying under where my armpit had been, the useless balloon that had been meant to hold all of this mess lay flat and covered in spooge. The string that had been tied around its end so that it would stay there, lay untied beside it.

I dropped the covers, taking a moment to just lay there in my mess.

“It’s not as if it will make me smell any worse.” I mumbled.

My own musk swirled through my senses so strongly that even though I’d been sleeping in it all night, breathing my own stench for all this time, I could easily discern that specific mixture that was my own. I groaned, feeling a thrill in my chest at the vile smell. My cock peeked it’s pulsing tip as it grew closer to my chin, escaping from the covers as it poked me in the chin and exited a bit from my foreskin.

“Fuck.”

With that, any chance of relaxing, covered in cum would have to wait. I was horny, my balls filled so full that it was hard to think of much else. Besides, I needed to get ready for work and I’d rather not come home from that with a bed covered in dried cum.

First I needed to get my drooling dick under control. I grabbed the slimy balloon that had fallen off during the night and pulled it up over my cock-head and under the hood of my foreskin while taking the tie that had fallen off to tie it off just past the swollen flange of my cock. I made sure to do the knot right this time so it wouldn’t slip off.

Getting out of bed, quickly walking across my room with my half-hard dick held up so the slowly filling condom didn’t drag on the carpet while I walked with my basketball sized testicles behind my knees so they didn’t get in the way as much. I grabbed all my covers and blankets in a clump, throwing them in the wash as I hurried into the bathroom to take a long, hot shower.

Luckily, being a Saturday, my roommate was still asleep (she could sleep through a thunderstorm, much less a lawn mower), so I could run through as much hot water as I wanted. Before that I needed to take care of my unspent balls. I could feel their massive growth from over the night, containing as much as they could hold. What had been expelled over the night was just the excess, the extra that couldn’t be contained within my over-filled balls. Every time they bounced against the back of my thighs as I walked I would get a jolt as my cock surged with more spunk which filled the slowly growing cum-receptacle tied at its end.

Standing with my cock head hanging into the tub which I’d yet to turn on. Biting my lip as I placed my comparatively small hands onto my drooling dick, I began to rub softly along my massive, veiny member. I groaned, feeling the surge as my balls replied to my attention, seeming to churn with even more production as a visible surge of cum filled out the balloon resting in the tub.

Every morning I needed to drain myself, elst I become a mess just walking or driving somewhere later in the day. My massive balls never stopped creating the slimy stuff that always drooled from my dick. Even when not filled, my cock leaked always and so I always needed a condom on, keeping the flow from getting on my clothes or on the ground as I went about my day (attire depending). It was just if I didn’t expel my load every couple of hours then my balls would be full, bloated with cum and with nowhere but for it to be drooled from my tip. That was why this morning had been such a mess, why I needed to contain my juice with the latex container I now jacked off into.

“Oh-fuh..fu-” I gasped, hands ablur on my pulsing rod as I felt the sweet surge of my thick load racing to the tip.

The thing at the head ballooned outwards, in an instant appearing strained and full as my first pulse of cum exploded into it. I leaned forwards as my cock exploded over and over into the rapidly filling balloon in the tub. I caught myself on the edge of the tub, one knee pointed beside my fat cock, just stopping myself from having an unfortunate mishap as I performed this daily ritual.

Eventually, gasping for air and now not just covered in my own drying cum but also with a sheen of sweat, I relaxed against the tub as my cock slowly deflated, still with its huge tip stopping up the now rather large balloon that rested in the tub. I could feel my balls had shrunk, resting against the side of the cold tub, the previously basketball sized melons had roughly halved in size. They still had plenty to give, I could feel as much, but they were at least satiated for the moment, happy to rest as they slowly accumulated and grew until I was ready to go again.

With a “schlorp” sound, I pulled my dick free of the cum-balloon, careful to not let any out as I caught the edges and tightened the tie at the top so it wouldn’t spill. I turned on the tub part of my shower quickly, running some water over the balloon to get the residuals of my cum off. It was roughly the size of what one of my balls had looked like before just cumming it all out, so it took some effort to lift it out when I’d cleaned it enough and to set it to the side before I went back to turn the shower on and get some hot water running.

I spent my time, washing the cum from my hair, my slim upper half and my widened hips and perky butt, feeling along the lines and curves of my body, enjoying the scrubbing motions as I ran my loofah over my fair skin. Lastly, I turned to my dick, scrubbing with the loofah, making sure to get all around the tip which now comfortably hid beneath my long foreskin. I had to peel it back to get all of my cum out which had managed to hang about in there. I felt back to my balls, lifting first one of the heavy things and then the other, softly running the soap through every bulging vein, careful to not apply enough pressure to cause myself undue pain.

All of this caused my balls to grow slightly, filling with cum as my cock grew in tandem, leaking slightly as the pair became excited at the idea of more fun right away.

I sighed, smirking slightly. Ah, the troubles of having a super-massive cock and balls.

Cleaned (mostly) and fresh, I left the shower, finding a fresh condom to tie off where I’d put the last one under my foreskin so I wouldn’t cause any more of a mess on myself. I grabbed the balloon of cum, taking it with me and putting it by the front door of the apartment before going to my room to find something to wear.

My job wasn’t exactly something “professional”, it paid well for me but it wasn’t something that you went to school for (great for me as a college student). So I didn’t bother to find anything overly presentable, instead going for comfort. With my body most things which were tight or trendy would be uncomfortable unless I wanted to expose too much of myself.

Finding some sweatpants that flared widely around my legs and a sweatshirt a few sizes above what my slim body required, I found a comfortable way of moving about. If anyone were to walk behind me they would think it odd, the way that I seemed to have two separate orbs jostling just below my ass, one down each of the legs of my soft pants as my balls hung separated but still in their huge sack. My cock ran up to my chest, tied with a sturdy ribbon I’d found and fashioned similarly to a type of bra so that the weight of my cock could be held by my shoulders as it lay there. I had to be careful not to lean forwards too much as the condom on my cock might fall off where it lay nestled against my chest if I were to move like that, maybe coming untied if I were unlucky but that was rare to happen. As long as I didn’t go for more than a few hours like this then the condom wouldn’t become too big to manage, again, not usually a problem.

Finally dressed (if not in a very flattering manner), I grabbed a quick bite of some left-overs from the night before and headed to the bathroom to finish up the rest of my morning prep. I went to the front door, grabbing the balloon of cum still lying there. It had tilted to the side in my absence, dripping a little on the carpet but had otherwise remained in-tact.

“See ya!” I called out to my roommate, hefting the balloon in my arms as I opened the door. Her door had remained open all throughout my moving and preparing for the day. Whether or not she’d heard me, I had no idea, the girl could sleep through anything so I suspected probably not.

Finally out in the hall, I sauntered down towards the stairs, passing in between the other apartment entrances, humming to myself as I thought about the day ahead.

I was startled out of my happy musings by someone calling out to me from the side. I didn’t even hear him at first as he’d been awfully quiet the first time he spoke up and I’d been distracted with my own thoughts. I turned, seeing a guy that looked vaguely familiar but it took a moment for me to place. Nothing about him stood out in particular, with brown hair and brown eyes, standing only a few inches taller than me with a bit of strength in his chest and arms but otherwise fairly unremarkable.

“Oh! Hey uh…” I squinted for a second, thinking of where I’d seen him last.

“I saw you last week in the lobby I think? You were picking up a letter or something? Sorry, I kind of forgot your name…” I said, somewhat ashamed of the admission.

“Th-that’s alright Paige…” He said, his crestfallen expression making me feel even worse for a second.

We both stood there for a second, not saying anything as I awkwardly held my cum-balloon against the swell of my cock running up my dark sweatshirt.

“It’s uh, Nate…” He finally said, blushing a bit as he did.

“Nice to meet you for real this time!” I said, reaching out to shake his hand.

He didn’t reach out to accept it as the motion seemed to draw his attention to the balloon held in my other arm. His face seemed to brighten even further.

“What’s.. Uhah.. that?” he awkwardly asked, pointing at my cum-filled-condom that I held before me.

“What? This?” I said, reaching with both hands to heft it for him to get a proper view. “It’s just some of my cum. Y’know, can’t waste any of it! Some people treat this stuff like gold after all!” I chuckled, glancing at him as I said all that.

By the look on his face I thought maybe he was just such “people”. Good for him.

“O-oh.” He visibly gulped, looking ripe as all hell as he stared at the roughly gallon-sized cum balloon.

I glanced down the hall then, remembering where I’d been off to.

“Well It was nice to meet you here Nate, but I kinda need to be going. I’ll make sure to remember your name next time, Okay?” then a thought occurred to me. “Maybe you should point out where you live around here so I can come check it out. That is if you’re okay with that?”

He nodded, pointing behind him to the door he was standing by. “I just live right here, a few doors down from yours.”

I didn’t question why he knew exactly where I lived, most people took notice of me whether they consciously decided to or not. A girl with a bulging cock and balls was a hard thing not to notice.

Well… okay, he was giving off loud hints that he was actually into me, but I decided to pay less notice to that for now.

“But… uh… actually I was wondering if I could just come with and see you… uh… working?”

I raised a brow at that.

“Hmm… sorry but I think maybe not today, I’m going to be busy and I don’t think I really know you that well yet…” I said, trying to let him off easily.

“Oh… okay…” he said, smiling sadly as he shrugged.

“Okay! Well I’ll see you later Nate!” I gave him a last grin as I turned off to make my way down the hall.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull his phone out.

I was nearly to the stairs when I noticed the lack of footsteps behind me. I turned, noticing that Nate still stood way behind me by the door to his apartment.

“Well? Are you coming or not?” I asked, waving him onward.

A smile spread on his face as he jogged to catch up. In his hand, the phone he’d been holding went back in his pocket.

Besides my roommate, Nate was my only true friend. We’d both moved into our respective apartments around the same time and had immediately hit it off. It wasn’t like we had the exact same interests, more that we just had complimentary attitudes.

As he reached me with his hands free, I proffered my cum-balloon for him.

“Here, hold onto this!”

His eyes went wide as the huge thing bounced against his chest before he caught it, nearly losing his grip but managing to stop the undue splatter onto the ground.

I cackled at his look of horror while I shuffled down the steps.

“Come on dude! You’re going to make me late!” I called back as I hurried down the stairs. Now free of having to carry my own cum, I only had to consider my balls which bounced against the back of my thighs as I hurried, while my cock held tight to my chest because of the ribbon there. It was worth the feeling of arousal that hummed in my chest as my balls were tossed about, causing a steady flow to begin to fill out into the condom contained at my chest. Waiting at the bottom of the steps, I watched as Nate stumped down the last flight, red in the face and trying to keep my cum container from spilling out of his grasp.

Satisfied that my friend would be able to handle cum-duty, I sauntered away and out of the building.

I knew that Nate had a thing for dick girls of ridiculous sizes, particularly of the type that could produce as much cum as I could. He’d told me as much on one particularly drunk night when we’d been hanging out with some friends from school. He’d whispered that to me, perhaps thinking I was too drunk to remember later. So I knew, glancing to my side as he caught up with me, seeing his reddened cheeks as he cradled the contained seed, watching his gaze which seemed to be drawn by the second towards either myself or what lay in his arms, that he was more than enjoying his “job”.

I decided to tease him a little bit.

“Are you okay Nate? You look a little… heated, it’s not too much for you to carry is it? If you want I could take it for a bit.” I said, trying to hide my smirk as he reddened further.

He coughed, hiding his face as best he could as he replied. “No its uh… fine, just kind of hot out.” he said in a slightly gruff voice.

“Oh, really?” I said, frowning just a little too much and looking down at my big and dark sweatshirt. “I feel completely fine and I’m wearing all of this!”

This served to draw his attention to the clothes I had on and by extension the visible bulge of my cock running from my crotch to my chest as well as the wobbling orbs that occasionally bounced against the back of my sweatpants. His eyes remained on my body, his mouth opening slightly as he drooled over my body for just that moment, one moment which I found to be incredibly satisfying.

Hung dick girls like me weren’t super common, so the number of men that were willing to be openly attracted to us were far in between. Sure, I’d noticed some men staring at my extra parts with obvious lust but to see someone of my own age who I personally had an attachment towards… well, it was growing to be more and more of a thing I enjoyed.

He finally seemed to notice his own staring and stared at my face in horror for a second, turning bright pink, before tearing his gaze away.

“S-sorry…” he mumbled, appearing happy despite his abashed statement.

We managed to make it the rest of the way to the factory without me poking at him and his obvious attraction too much. Oh, he was still a variant of blazing red when we got there but it was less because of active attempts on my part and more just the continued proximity of me and the cum balloon in his arms.

Once we got there, Nate handed off the cum, almost looking remorseful to lose the thing as a girl with a cart hauled it off to the packaging department. It wasn’t as good as the fresh stuff but they could still make use of it most of the time (or so I was told).

I passed the reception desk, waving at the older woman who always sat there on Saturdays. Going down several halls, Nate on my heels as per usual. Finding the door I wanted, “Stall 7”, I walked in. Inside sat a few comfy looking, yet clinical beds and chairs. Each of them were slightly different methods of achieving the same purpose. One looked somewhat like a massage table with suction tubes placed at various points around and below it, with ways to move parts of the chair itself to allow people of different shapes to sit comfortably. Another bed lay, like in a doctors office, inclined and with the ability to change the incline. Around the room a few different tvs were placed as well as a handful of different phone charges that were plugged into the chairs themselves for easy access.

“Hmm…” I thought for a moment, deciding on how I wanted to produce for today.

I decided on the massage table thing. I went through the process of removing all that I’d put on that morning, shrugging out of my oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants, showing that all I’d had on below was the ribbon that held my huge dick in place.

“Wow.” Nate gasped as I went about untying my ribbon.

I glanced over, watched his eyes drink in the sight of my ass sitting atop my slightly full balls which rested against the back of my thighs

“Oh so you like this?” I asked as I wiggled my butt for him, enjoying the look of utter rapture on his face.

My ribbon came free then, causing my cock to swing free, bouncing with the condom at it’s tip drooping forwards off of it and just missing impact with the floor.

“Maybe you’d be willing to help a girl out?” I said as I twisted around, hefting my dick and showing him the end which hung now with a fairly well filled condom on its head. “It’s so far away. I don’t know if I can reach it properly!” I said, making sure he knew exactly how “helpless” I felt.

Blushing something fierce, he nodded and stepped forwards to reach within the hood of my foreskin. Tentatively he reached around, spending some time to find where I'd tied off the knot. He breathed deeper, his own arousal showing further in the way his comparatively tiny dick pointed towards me.

Eventually he had me free and tied off the new balloon of cum so he could hand it off to another of the factory’s workers.

I smiled at him, giving him a peck on the cheek before going to my station.

“Thanks big guy!”

The station in question had a conveniently placed hole in the middle lower half of it, one which just managed to fit all of my huge dick and had a squishy soft tube, full of ribbing rubber that massaged along my length as I slowly lowered myself into lying on the “massage” table. With my cock sequestered into the suctioning and pleasurable hole, my flat chest against the table and my huge testicles up above my resting thighs, I just relaxed, enjoying as the cock-sucking machine went to work. Immediately I felt my cock fill out, growing quickly to full hardness as my balls churned anew, ready to begin the day's work.

“Mmm…” I moaned, opening an eye to watch Nate who stood looking alone and hard. I spoke to him, my voice coming out in a throaty purr as my cock was milked below the table, easy to see in its translucent, rubbery covering.

“Why don’t you come over here and give me a good ‘massage’?”

“Uhm… okay…” he mumbled, seeming transfixed as he moved closer.

However, when he started to slowly put pressure on my back and shoulders I frowned. While a back massage would be nice, that hadn’t been exactly what I’d meant.

“Ahem.” I reached out with one hand, gently grabbing him by the wrist and moving him lower on my body. Past my back, over the soft skin of my perky ass and then finally to rest on the large and squishy softness of my cum-filled balls. He stood there speechless for a second, letting me use his hand to prod and push into the spongey orb. Then he seemed to catch up with my desire, removing his other hand from where it had stopped moving against my back, he brought both hands against my huge testicles and began to gently apply pressure to my sensitive cum-producers.

“Ooh…” I moaned, excited by his stimulating fingers. I could feel the renewed supply that his attention had produced as my flow increased from the tip of my dick.

“Th-thats it, right there Nate, you feel..mm…mazing…”

My fingers at my sides grasped at nothing as shocks of errant pleasure began to shoot through me. From my naked toes and up my spine, I tightened up, gasping as the foreshocks ran through me. The tube sucking and pulling, those ribs all along that were slimy and that moved against me, my friends hands which moved with ever more fervor on my oversized nutsack, the feeling of his hot breath, running across my skin and up into the cleavage of my lower back. My moans grew louder as my hips began to move of their own, drawn to a need for release by the churning waves rumbling through my massive fucking balls.

“OH…YesyesYESSS!”

I beat against the table with one hand, shaking as I raised my chest, throwing my face to the sky and thrust my hips forwards into the tube pulling eagerly from me. My vision turned white and I screamed as cum raced down my cock, filling the tube that held me taught with enough of my splooge that it backed up against my exploding tip for a second before being pulled away by the suction. And then it happened again and again as my cock expunged string after string of my thick thick load.

As the last dredges of my load were pulled from my dick, I lay against the table, breathing heavily with my dick slowly shrinking but still inside the cum-extractor in the “massage table”. Behind me I could feel Nate’s hands, slowly and carefully massaging my sensitive and shrunken orbs. His fingers wandered as I lay gasping, running along the swell of my ass and then applying pressure along my lower back before returning to my balls again and then down my thighs.

I lightly moaned as he did, my overtaxed mind and body happy for the sensitive approach to my previously tightened muscles. I no longer followed exactly where his fingers wandered as my awareness moved to somewhere just beneath the surface of awake. The euphoric aftershocks ebbed through me, seeming to move in a rhythm with his hands, lulling me into this happy state of being, so that all worry ebbed away with it for just this moment.

“Mm..that feels nice…” I vaguely heard myself drunkenly moan.

“Y-yeah” he replied in barely a whisper.