You go to join the orgy...

You hydrate at the the punch bowl, and scope out for a girl or two in need of your services. Just then, you're alerted to the sound and feel of someone taking a big whiff under your balls.

"Ah! There's something special about this package alright. Hi, I'm Medina."

She had olive skin, Arab if you had to guess; silky black hair that looks freshly shampooed, smelled that way too. Voluptuous, slender, wearing a sea-green cropped tube top currently pulled down to let her tits hang out, and stripped down to a black thong below that. She stood up, brown eyes looking into yours with her face well into your personal space, her hand tugging at your waistband. She looks down, then back up, and smirks.

"Oh yeah, you're cumming with me. Not before me and not likely after me. As you would say, giggity."

"We're not setting up a threesome?"

"I'm more than enough for you big boy. The rest can make do without your penis for quite a while actually."

She was intriguing if just for her almost professional approach, like a classy escort paid half in advance, seeking the other half on completion. She went out of her way to find a room away from the definitely occupied ones and found the master bedroom. You're surprised that it wasn't locked under the circumstances, but there was probably a simple explanation.

"This will do. Go ahead and get on the bed."

As you turned around you thought you heard the door lock. Something was off. You could feel it in your balls. Oddly, yes, your balls.

"So, Medina, you mentioned the specialness of my package. Could you be more specific?"

She made her way over and stroked your shaft while cupping your balls.

"Men and their need to have their junk fawned over. Very well, you want me to talk dirty about this..ten inches, not bad; or these big full balls? They're like magazines that have been welded together to increase ammo capacity on your meat rifle."

"I don't know where to begin with that."

"Maybe start with how your balls got like this."

She deepthroated you without any hint of gag reflex, rapidly, not even struggling to breathe.

"What kind of question is that? It's not like there's some known process to make balls bigger and fuller, no matter what spam emails might imply."

She squeezed your dick between her tits.

"Spam emails? Cut the crap and spill the beans if you only want your seed spilled. I can smell it on your balls and no amount of semen can cover the smell of the source, so explain."

You freeze up as the atmosphere gets intense. Of all the orgies in all the places, this is just your luck. She mounts your cock and rides in a position showing off her ass and both her breasts like out of a comic.

"What's the matter, not going to play dumb anymore? When someone is hiding something, you learn so much from what someone doesn't ask. How does her spine bend that way outside a Rob Liefeld sketch? Why and how is the door locked? Why am I getting laid enough to warrant abnormal balls?"

Her pussy stimulates you like it has a mind of its own. She gets a load out of you and orgasms. Not a drop spills out or even down your tip. She became a pale yellow, translucent, woman-shaped you-know-what.

"By the way, this shade is called jasmine. I know it shouldn't matter but it's a pet peeve of mine when I'm described as yellow. What color is yours?"

You think back. It feels like a long time ago even though it's only been a few days. You only saw her "true" form once.

"I don't why this matters, but pink."

"Be specific," she demands while her 'hair' raises into tendrils wriggling violently.

"Hot pink?"

"That's better. So either she's here or an offspring. You her master?"

"I've been called that on several occasions."

"Offspring it is then. We only get the one master and we don't use the term lightly. Now then, should we go see her or do you want to give me another feeding? I'm fine either way of course. Tell you what, if you know the name of the princess from Aladdin and the Magical Lamp, the folktale not the movie, you can choose the form I fuck you with."

"I wouldn't know without looking it up."

"Of course not, the man that reads classic books for entertainment as opposed to assignments or telling others you read it are few and far between. Too bad because that is just my type."

"Wait, what do you want with her?"

"That's cute, you use the word 'her'. Either you're naive or well-mannered. Let's test that out. I just want to ask her some questions. Call it a census."

"I think I'll have that second round."

"I don't know if you're stalling, but like I said, I'm fine either way. Now as for the form."