Bloated and Bout' to Burst

Tomorrow was the day of the festival, and Erica was ready. She had been edging her male hucow bull Dicky all season, and his balls were now swollen, plump, and ripe; the biggest she had ever seen. It hadn’t been easy. There were several close calls where she had had to squeeze down on Dicky’s poor dick, flattening the urethra to prevent any of the hot sticky product from escaping.

The festival was Erica’s favorite day of the year. All of the farmers in the area would bring their prize bulls, balls plumped with untapped seed, and see who could unload the most cum when finally milked to sweet sweet relief.

She had purchased Dicky last year. He had gone for cheap because his cock was small; only 4 inches, but Erica didn’t care about that. She didn’t want him as a breeder anyway. One look at those fat nuts and she knew he could be the prize winning bull.

Now, the two of them were sitting next to each other on a cross-country bus trip to reach the festival by tomorrow. Erica was wearing her biggest cowboy hat, her tightest flannel that showed off her DD tits the best, and her shortest bootie shorts. She had turned more than a few heads, but the one everyone always ended up staring at was Dicky. Not wanting to damage the product in anyway, Erica had dressed him in only a custom made cock-sock so that his massive balls could hang free. Custom made because cock-socks don’t come in such a small size.

The road the bus was taking was incredibly bumpy, and it was making Dicky uncomfortable. All that sloshing and bumping to his bloated balls was causing a lot of pressure. Erica was getting nervous. They still had hours to go.

“Nnnngh,” Dicky whined after a particularly rough bump.

“Shhh shhh, it’s alright boy,” Erica said softly, giving Dicky’s balls a gentle massage. “Just a bit longer and you’ll finally get that big fuckin’ splooge you need so bad.”

Dicky’s little cock sprung to attention at the thought of that and twitched excitedly.

“Not yet buddy, not yet,” Erica added.

A few minutes later and the situation was getting worse. A white wet spot had formed on the tip of Dicky’s cock-sock where precum was seeping profusely, and he was moaning desperately, his cock throbbing as his heavy balls swung and bounced, sloshing and gurgling. Much more of this and he was going to start spraying—orgasm or not—Erica was sure of it. That couldn’t happen this close to the festival!