Liz had become distant after her penis was mutilated by the creepy insect attack. Bloated and grotesque, she still wasn’t able to get an erection. Meg, on the other hand, couldn’t get her cock to go soft for even a few minutes, leaving her spending a lot of quality time with herself.

She let go of her dick, the huge organ flopping onto her abdomen, still twitching as cum oozed from it’s tip. Meg sighed, looking down at herself, past her heaving breasts to that giant organ between her thighs. Meg was convinced. She hadn’t been sure up until this point, but looking at her throbbing cock and huge, swollen balls as they lay there, now, she was sure of it. She’d grown recently.

Her penis was roughly an inch longer, and maybe a little thicker. It felt thicker when she jerked off. Her balls, though, those were huge, now. They were the size of small lemons before; now they were more like mid-sized oranges. As much as Meg hated to admit it, having a bigger cock and balls turned her on even more. She didn’t care how she was going to hide it, any more. She even entertained the idea of doing porn with a cock like her’s. Letting people videotape her as she showed off her huge cock…It turned her on. ‘Why should I hide it?’ She though to herself, ‘I’m hung like a horse!’

Of course, the longer she thought about it, he more her mind drifted. She began wondering why she’d grown…and if she could make it bigger. Meg cleaned herself up, toweling off the huge load she’d left on her stomach as she pondered the issue. She hadn’t changed her diet, and certainly hadn’t been doing any special exercises. There were no medications or anything…then it struck her. Ever since she’d come to the cabin, she’d been having ‘accidents.’ The snake, the wolves, even the wasps…they’d all gone for her balls. It was starting to look to her like the more she hurt her testicles, the more work they did, the bigger they got! Meg sighed, sitting down at her kitchen table.

That didn’t make any sense, though. She’d never heard of anything like that, before. Looking down at herself, she took hold of her erect penis again, moving it to the side so she could look at her huge sack. As much as she hated to admit it, even if she hadn’t been growing because of the pain, she did enjoy it. Again she imagined the snake coiled tightly around her balls, the horrible purple color they turned. The wolf, when it tried to rape her, smashing her nuts with it’s huge cock…even when she was pinned against the tree. …the tree…that was the most she’d ever hurt them, and she’d had a lot of accidents when it came to her balls. Meg was stroking again, just thinking about it.

The next night, she decided to experiment. Around midnight she crept nude into her backyard, musing silently over the fact that she’d been wearing less and less since she came out to the mountains. Gingerly, she hefted a leg over the wooden fence around the small cabin, which was about waste height, made of rounded wooden beams. Straddling it, she lowered herself so that her balls were pinned between her body and the post. She raised herself slightly, closed her eyes, and dropped. She groaned quietly for a second as she slammed her balls against the wood, squashing them with her body. Her ample breasts jiggled lewdly as she bounced, her cock growing rigid almost immediately. Again she bounced, slamming her balls. Within moments, she was bouncing on the post like it was a rodeo bull, her sensitive testicles taking the brunt of the blows, aching fiercely as she pummeled them! It didn’t take her long. Without even touching her penis, Meg ejaculated, back arched, eyes turned upward a spray of cum splattered over the fence posts in front of her. Her legs trembled, sweat beading on her forehead and breasts, face flushed. She grimaced, dismounting her makeshift torture device, her balls swollen and bruised, hanging low between her legs. She stood still, spread legged for a moment as her balls ‘re-inflated’ after their torment.

Whether this kind of brutal treatment would make them permanently swell or net, Meg realized that she’d turned a corner in her sex life. She’d orgasmed so hard just by hurting her balls, she knew full well she’d do it again…and eventually, she’d be doing it all the time. Not that she minded…if that orgasm was a taste of things to come…well, she was determined to make life hell for her testicles, and maybe get back at them for all the trouble they’ve put her through.

As she shambled back inside, she began to contemplate ways she could simulate what happened with the snake…Meg needed rope.