Part 3

The Millers had arrived well at Disney World after all. The doctors at the clinic had diagnosed Jimmy's overdose a minor issue and injected him a relaxant. They used a milk pump machine to empty Jimmy's balls and shrink them back to normal. God knows if milk from this machine would have a funny aftertaste from now on, but it certainly did a good job at the moment. The team of nurses and the doctor were quite interested in Jimmy's condition and Francis had a long talk with them, where he shared contact information of Jimmy's regular doctor for further research. Now that Jimmy was strolling around in the theme park, the whole ordeal in the hospital seemed far away. He had taken his pills as usual and was exploring the winding streets of the Magic Kingdom, while his parents were sitting somewhere in Mainstreet having coffee.

Josa had a tough year behind her. She worked as a make up artist for different companies and projects and promoted herself on her IG, but lately there hadn't been much requests for her talents. Since she lived close to Disney World she could always rely on getting a temporary job there, doing the make up for all those Disney characters and princesses. But today Bernie was sick. Bernie was that nasty fat guy that hit on Josa every time he saw her, and although Josa didn't have to do any make up on him, she was relieved when he called in sick. She looked at the schedule and saw that Bernie hat been scheduled for the Mrs. Potts costume today, the teapot from the Beauty and the Beast. Josa didn't like her boss. He was a sexist asshole and a racist pig in general. Once when they were lacked a performer to play Esmeralda, she offered him to fill in and he turned her down, saying "Esmeralda is hot gypsy dancer, not some overweight tacohead." And when Josa stuck her head in his office (to avoid any comments on her curvy figure) to tell him Bernie was sick, he managed to upset her once again. "Ok, so you are going as Mrs. Potts today. I guess it's the only costume in your size we have in stock anyways." Josa's jaw dropped. She wasn't fat, hell she wasn't even chubby, she had curves and a lot of boobage, but her boss acted as if she was the fat girl from "Precious". "What?!" She yelled. "I'm not going out in that heavy ass costume, Sal! It's like a 120° F out there, I'm not wearing that plastic -" Sal slammed his fist on the table. "Look, girl! As far as I see it, you do what I ask you to, or you'll never work here again. I'm up to my ass in trouble, Space Mountain still doesn't work, we have a family stuck in an elevator on Mainstreet, all the toilets in the Magic Kingdom are clogged, and now Bernie is sick. Don't I have enough on my plate for today already? So, Bitch, please, with sugar on top, please, get your fat ass in that fucking teapot, or I swear to god - " and he pointed at his left boot, "... I'll put my boot so far up your ass, that you taste the shit I stepped on when I came to work this morning!!!"

Jimmy felt it right after his encounter with Cinderella. It was like the vibration of a starting engine in his ballsack. He knew what it meant. Production was up again and it was only a matter of time until he'd run out of storage. So as he ventured the magical Kingdom he kept his eyes open for a public bathroom to let out some steam. He noticed with relief, that there were plenty. But at the moment, he still had time and so he went on the Peter Pan ride. As he stood in line with a bunch of kids a lot younger then him, he felt a bit embarrassed. But he had always liked the movie and so he tried to avoid this feeling. He could easily pass as some of these kids older brother. As he sat down in the car, he noticed with satisfaction that his balls and penis still felt ok. No erection, no swelling of the testicles, he was doing fine. If he found a bathroom in an hour, he would still be good.

Josa was stumbling around the Magic Kingdom in the ridiculous teapot costume. To get inside, she had to climb on it, and enter through the lid. Inside it smelled of old sweat and... balls?! As she strapped herself in, with a dozen of different belts and put her feet through the hole on the bottom, she was on the verge of vomiting. On top of that, she heard Sal mocking her from outside, before he went back into his office to take a call. God this was so disgusting. The belts were all sticky and yellowish and it was weirdly humid in here. Sals voice was screaming at the phone: "What do you mean Peter Pan is stuck?!" Oh boy, Josa thought. Better get the hell out of here. But when she thought things couldn't be any worse, the sun and the heat from outside did the trick. The heat inside the teapot with the dumb smile was unbearable. She also had nothing to drink and she started to feel dizzy. On top of that the exited kids jumped around her, sometimes throwing her out of balance. After an hour she needed a break. So she tumbled in to a shadowy back alley, where she crashed the costume on the floor and she just fainted.

Jimmy walked carefully on the illuminated emergency path. Apparently there had been an issue with the Peter Pan ride and they had been stuck for over an hour, before finally a technician came and helped them out of the cars. The girl from the entrance helped them to find the emergency exits and led them all outside, apologizing for the inconvenience. But Jimmy wasn't walking carefully because it was still quite dark inside the building. The situation in his pants had significantly changed in the last 30 Minutes, and now he really needed to find that bathroom. So as soon as he was out, he looked for the next bathroom sign. At first he couldn't find any. But than he found one in a nice mushroom themed building. It turned out to be out of order though. Already feeling his balls pulsating, he rushed through the alleys and paths, looking for another toilet. But also the next one was out of order, and the next, and the next one too. He could feel his balls slowly growing down his inner thighs and he panicked slightly. Also the erection was kicking in, and he felt his dick expanding along his waistband. If all the toilets in the park turned out be out of order, he needed to find a hidden place somewhere. But looking around he realized, there was just no such thing. There was sunlight and people everywhere. That's until he discovered a narrow dark back alley - he was saved! He ran into it and saw a statue of Mrs. Potts standing there. Oh perfect, he thought, looking around. He could hide behind the statue in case someone came along. But he was all alone. He pulled his waistband down and his enormous member flopped out, already leaking. It took him only two minutes of jerking off, before he felt the pressure travelling up from his balls into his dick. He looked for a discrete place to leave his cum, discovered the hole in one of Mrs. Potts Eyes and without thinking twice he stuffed is dick into it the smiling teapot and let go.

Josa was still passed out, when the enormous dick, that had penetrated her costume withdrew from her peep hole. Her cum drenched head was hanging down, her motionless body hanging in the straps like a string puppet. Then she started coughing and blinking. She still felt dizzy and it took her a while to regain all her senses. Confused she looked down on herself and saw all these gooey ropes dangling from the straps. Her tank top was all wet and sticky, and there were white lumps quivering on her abundant chest, before slowly sliding down into her cleavage. Then she realized her face was full of something too. What happened? Did she throw up or something? Bending forward and looking down her feet, she saw that she was standing in a little white puddle. Then she heard the noise of a zipper outside. "Hello?" She yelled. "Anyone there? I need help!" But the footsteps were running away.