BULL BALLS

Chapter 4

The following week passed slowly in some ways, and quickly in others.  We were both impatient, I more than he, for the next infusion session to arrive, and that made the clock and calendar seem to crawl.

However, that was offset by our nightly sex sessions.  We would begin with me assuming my all-fours position in front of the mirror, and him orally exciting me with his questing tongue, while breathing deeply of the exciting aroma he found in my crotch.  When he finally mounted me, I would reach back and caress his bag while at the same time watching it in the mirror.  When his thrusts came faster, I'd place both hands on the floor, and watch the thing banging into my pussy, while at the same time feeling the sensation.  It was better than good, and the orgasms I had that first week were among my best ever.

We had begun to skip the step where he licked me clean right after cumming.  Instead, he would lie on the floor and I would sit on his face.  While he serviced my crack, I would fondle his scrotum, and finally would lean forward and kiss it.  If he had aroused me sufficiently, I'd take his little penis in my mouth and begin to score the base of it with my teeth.  It was obvious that part was the best for him, and as he approached his second orgasm, he would whisper things like, "Yes!  Bite it off!  Please take it!" 

I have to admit that when I was sexually aroused, it was all I could do to not close my jaws and grind my teeth together to do what he so very much wanted.  I think it was the thought of his blood spurting into my mouth that stopped me from doing that.  I'd grown accustomed to the taste of his cum by then, and no longer found it objectionable.  The taste of his blood, though, was something I was sure would be unacceptable.  It's odd that I never considered the risks to his health, and my only excuse is that we were both very aroused at the time.

I had known that his body would absorb the saline solution, but had not read any trustworthy information about how long it would take.  It was obvious during our daily sex that the stuff was being absorbed, because his bag became visibly smaller, and the skin more wrinkled as the pressure was eased.

By the time the next Saturday evening had arrived, I guessed his sac still contained about half the solution.  Its much smaller size, and the folds and wrinkles, had caused me to become much less aroused when looking at it, and that alone was enough to tell me it was time for his second infusion.  So that's exactly what we did.

My original plan had been to wait until his scrotum had returned to its original size, but I couldn't see any reason to wait any longer.  Ted agreed with me, since he could tell instinctively that I was losing interest daily, as his bag shrunk.  That's why Saturday evening found us once again in the bedroom, with him freshly bathed and shaved, and both of us naked.

That time I warmed the solution before beginning the infusion, and he seemed to like it much better.  Again he held the sack about a foot above his head, and again I watched in fascination as his scrotum began to fill.  It seemed to go much more quickly that second time, probably because of the practice of the week before.  The first 1000 ml was in him in just a few minutes, and added to what was left from the preceding week, it made his bag impressive to see.  It seemed I couldn't get enough of gazing at the thing, and then fondling and kissing it.

I remember at one point when my gaze was fixed on the swollen sac, I said dreamily, "You're beautiful."

I was startled when Ted replied, "Thank you."  I had completely forgot that my husband, the man, was there.  In my mind, I was alone with that monstrous, swollen, beautiful bag, and my words had been directed at in.  I raised my eyes to his face in momentary confusion, then realized what was happening.  I smiled tenderly at him, and then returned my attention to that part of him that was so interesting.

It wasn't evident that his scrotum would hold a second 1000 ml of solution, but I decided to try it anyway.  I thought that even if all the contents of the sack wouldn't fit his bag, the remainder could be saved until the next session.  As soon as the first sack was empty, I connected the second and gave it to him to hold above his body.

The first half of the solution entered his bag about as quickly as the other had, but then visibily slowed.  I had been running my hands over his sac the entire time, and could easily tell that the thing was stretched much more than it had ever been.  There were no longer wrinkles in it, although I was sure it hadn't expanded to its maximum size.  At least I hoped it hadn't.  If the second sack were completely infused, there would be "only" 2500 ml in him, far short of my target goal of 4000 ml.  I was sure that each time we did the infusion, he'd be able to hold a little bit more, but was afraid he'd never stretch to the capacity I wanted for him.

By the time the sack was 3/4 empty, the flow had nearly stopped.  I said, "Honey, hold it higher.  Maybe that'll help."  He was quick to obey, and I was pleased to see the flow increase visibly.

The skin on his scrotum was visibly thinning, although not alarmingly so.  I was sure the thing could take the remainder, and vowed to be patient and let gravity do the work.

Slowly but surely his sac expanded, until finally the sack was empty.  I used my fingers to push the remaining liquid down the tubing, until it was also empty.  Once again, the needle was removed and a piece of tape used to patch the tiny hole.  It was time for him to stand for my inspection.

It was almost comical to watch him struggle to get off the bed.  He said over and over that it felt like he was holding a watermelon between his legs, and I suppose that's an apt comparison.  He had over four pounds of water in his scrotum, so the thing was several times heavier than ever before.  The size was such that he couldn't get his legs together, which meant moving was awkward for him.  I didn't care about details like that; I simply wanted him to be standing in front of me so I could see the effects of my handiwork.

At last, he stood before me, his legs spread more than a little as they tried to accomodate the monster hanging between them.  And a monster it truly was!  It was huge, almost beyond my wildest dreams.  As I hefted it in my cupped hands, my brain was running wild.  It was almost more than I could do to speak, but finally I gasped out that I needed to be bred, and we dropped to the floor.

Again I felt his tiny pecker slide between my cheeks, and I reached back to feel his bag hanging there.  The sight of it in the mirrors was just about the most exciting thing I'd ever seen.  When his body size was compared to that of Sir Galahad, his balls were much bigger in proportion.  With that realization running amok in my head, I gave myself over to enjoying the sensation of the huge thing rhythmically pounding against my dripping-wet pussy.

All too soon, my climax consumed my every thought, and my mind all but blanked out.  I don't remember it happening, but my next conscious memory is of sitting on his face, both my hands cupped around his sac, and his little cock buried in my mouth.

Again and again I fought the urge to close my jaws with all the force I could bring to bear.  Over and over he begged me to do it, but I somehow resisted.  As our second orgasms of the evening swept over us, I knew he was as close as he'd ever been to losing his penis.

Just how close was demonstrated vividly when I could think rationally once again.  There was a new taste in my mouth, and I was sure I knew what it was.  I lifted my head from his crotch, and the bright-red blood that trickled slowly from the base of his dick confirmed what I was sure had happened: My teeth had actually broken the skin.

I had cooled off enough by that point to be more than a little frightened by what I'd done to my husband.  Our sexual frenzies had reached such a peak that I had been within a few seconds of actually unmanning him.  As I thought of the repercussions that could result if I ever completed the act, I was truly afraid.  There seemed to be no way for me to avoid becoming even more aroused in the future, when his bag would be stretched by the full 4000 ml I planned to infuse in it.

We returned to our bed then, lying on the covers rather than under them.  Even with the fright I'd been given, I couldn't stop myself from fondling his huge bag as he lay on his back.  I marveled at how heavy it was, and then realized there had to be more than four pounds of solution trapped in the thing.  No wonder it felt so heavy!  The thought occurred to me that when I had forced the entire 4000 ml into him, his bag would contain more than one gallon of water, and weigh more than six pounds.  The image of that staggered my imagination, and quickly overcame any fear I felt due to what had almost happened, and what might happen the next time.
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We waited two weeks for Ted's sac to shrink as the saline solution was absorbed by his body.  It was pleasing to me that, even when nearly all of the stuff was gone, his bag seemed to remain in its stretched condition.  It had seemed to adjust to the pressure of the liquid by expanding, and the thought of all that extra capacity was more than a little exciting to both of us.

The only new part of the next session happened right after Ted lay down on the bed.  I had been thinking of some way to get the maximum amount of sac below the tubing I used to tie off the thing, and had finally arrived at what I thought would be the best solution.

Our bed is the style that has a wooden headboard and a smaller version at the foot.  As soon as he was lying in place, I began roughly massaging and pulling his scrotum, doing my best to stretch it as far from his body as possible.  He had come to increasingly enjoy my being rough with him, and seemed to spread his legs even more as I worked him over.

When I judged that my efforts had done all they could, I told him to scoot down and place his feet on the footboard, with his knees bent.  I had placed a clothesline rope under the bed earlier that day, and pulled it out then and showed it to him.  I said, "Guess what this is for, sweetie."  He didn't say a word, but just watched in fascination as I tied one end around his sac, above the balls.

I threaded the other end between the mattress and the footboard, then pulled it tight and tied it off.  Before I could even tell him what to do, he began to straighten his knees, forcing his body toward the headboard.  Of course, the result was that his bag was stretched even further, to the point that it actually was at the level of his knees.  Since they were still bent, that milepost wasn't actually reached, but it was darned close.

I instructed him to hold his position while I tied off his sac with the rubber tubing, having decided to wrap it around him above his penis this time, thereby gaining an additional amount of space to infuse.  When that was accomplished, I directed him to ease off on the tension in his legs.  As he relaxed, I untied the rope from his bag, and was pleased to see it remain stretched out along the bedspread, seemingly longer that I'd ever imagined possible.

We then began to infusion process, and although it took almost an hour, he was able to take the entire 3000 ml of saline solution.  By the time the last drop had been squeezed out of the tubing, and the needle removed, I was literally overcome with lust as I stared fixedly at his truly huge bag.  It had more than three quarts of liquid in it, and would weigh more than 4 1/2 pounds.  To call it "big" would be an understatement.  I had no way to label it, and in fact didn't need any.  The only thing I could think of was fondling, hefting, kissing, and licking it, and as soon as he was once again standing before me, that's just exactly what I did.

I won't bore you with the details of our lovemaking that night, other than to note one thing that seemed to stick in my memory.  The extreme swelling of his scrotum caused it to also enlarge in the area around his penis, and that effect seemed to make the little thing almost disappear.  What protruded from the sac couldn't have been more than an inch long, and I remember laughing as I looked at it.

Ted asked me why I was laughing, and I pointed at his tiny dingus, trying to explain through my laughter.  Finally I was able to tell him that it reminded me of something I'd seen as a child.  There had been several old trees in our back yard on the ranch, and they were home to a family of red squirrels.  The squirrels lived in holes in the tree trunks, and whenever I would come out the back door of the house, they'd scamper into their dens.  As I looked up at them, all I could see was their curious noses peeking out of the holes.  My husband's penis looked for all the world like a squirrel's nose just barely sticking out of a hole.

His only comment was a heartfelt, "I wish you couldn't see it at all.  I'd be better off without it."  I couldn't disagree, and felt no need to do so.  HIs penis was of little interest to me, and if it someday fell off, then that would be fine with me.

By the way, I was able to once gain refrain from severing his cock with my teeth.  Given the strength of my orgasm, I don't know how I was able to hold back, but when we were at last in bed, he was still a whole man, albeit slightly bloody.
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There is one other thing I should probably mention that's related to that third infusion session.  When Monday morning came around, Ted was simply unable to get dressed for work, for the simple reason that none of his undershorts or trousers would fit him.  His bag was so huge that it wouldn't fit in his pants.

That was very satisfying to me, since it signified we were making progress in his modification.  However, it did pose the problem of how he could go out in public until his body had absorbed the saline solution.

I finally decided that a new wardrobe was in order for him, and made the decision that we would both call in sick.  We could spend the morning shopping for better-fitting clothes for him, and the afternoon in a long, slow sexual session.  It never ceased to amaze me how aroused I became when looking at, or handling his huge sac.  In fact, just thinking about the image of it in the mirror as it pounded against my pussy was enough to cause my throat to tighten and my breathing to become much more rapid.

Ted didn't wear any undershorts, and we found a pair of loose-fitting dress pants that would just barely fit his new size.  His scrotum was adjusted so it hung down his right leg, and it looked for all the world as if he had a watermelon in his pocket.  I couldn't keep from thinking about the reaction other women would have if they saw him like that, knowing deep in my heart how jealous they'd be.  It would show the world that my husband was a breeder, while their men were destined to become steers.  It gave me a special thrill to think about that, as you can imagine.

Since the weather was cool, Ted wore a long coat to give a degree of modesty.  If it had been up to me, I'd have paraded him around naked just to show him off to the world.  However, he seemed to be embarrassed by the image of himself in the mirror, and so to spare his feelings, I allowed him to wear the coat.

We went to a mall nearby, since there was a men's clothing store there that did alterations.  I was sure we'd need that service, especially given that in a few week's time his scrotum would be holding an additional 1000 ml of liquid, which would expand it by a factor of 25%.  As I thought of that, my pussy got even wetter.

The sales clerk in the store was a young woman, which somehow pleased me much more than if the person had been a man.  Ted tried to explain what he wanted, but couldn't get beyond a few stammers.  I took over the conversation, explaining that he needed new trousers, and was sure they'd need to be altered to fit his "special needs."

She looked closely at him to see what was so special, but because the coat fell below his crotch, didn't notice anything different.  I knew that'd change as soon as he removed the coat so she could measure his inseam.  Again I felt that special tingle between my legs as I thought of her reaction.

After we had walked to the part of the store that displayed the trousers, the girl got a dressmaker's tape from a drawer and asked Ted to remove his coat so she could measure his waist size.  He looked at me in consternation, not wanting to take off the thing that was concealing his huge bulge.  I held out my hands, saying, "Go ahead and take it off.  I'll hold it for you, honey."

His reluctance was evident, but finally he unzipped the coat, then slowly removed it and handed it to me.  I was glad to see that he resisted the urge to hold his hands cupped protectively in front of his crotch, probably realizing that would only call attention to that area.

The girl had been taking a small clipboard out of the drawer while my husband removed his coat, and hadn't been watching him.  When she turned to look at him, the monstrous bulge must have startled her, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.  There's no way to explain the surge of pleasure I felt then, and I had to consciously resist my urge to smile broadly with my bursting pride.

It was almost comical to see her try to avoid looking at Ted's crotch as she wrapped the tape around his waist, and then recorded the measurement on a piece of paper.  I knew what measurement she would need to take next, and could barely contain my excitement as she knelt slowly in front of him. 

She cleared her throat, then said, "I need to measure your inseam now.  Could you please hold your feet apart for me?"  Ted was blushing bright red by then, but still did as she asked.  She started to measure up his right leg, then thought better of it and stretched the tape along his left leg instead.  That put the back of her upper hand right against his bulging sac, and it was evident to me that she was moving it in a way that wasn't necessary to what she was doing.  As I realized she was subtly caressing his monstrous bag, the heat in my pussy almost overwhelmed me.  There was no question whatsoever that she knew what was concealed in his loose-fitting trousers, and I was sure she was almost green with envy.

At last she stood and wrote down the inseam measurement.  She cleared her throat again, then led us to a rack of trousers that had the appropriate measurements.  Ted wanted to put on his coat right away, but I told him I'd hold it in case he needed to be measured again.  His embarrassment as being put on such public display kept his face red almost all the time we were in the store.

We selected three trousers that would go with his suit coats, and asked if they would need to be altered.  The clerk had a disbelieving look on her face as she said, "Oh, yes.  They'll have to be let out so they'll fit better."  I had to stifle my laughter, which threatened to burst forth, as I thought of the images that were undoubtedly running through her head right then.

She then asked if we would need anything else, and I said, "Yes.  He needs some undershorts also.  Does the store have any that would fit him?"

Her eyes fell once again to his crotch, then jerked upward when she realized what she'd done.  She blushed almost as red as Ted before saying, "We have some for large men.  You can look at them to see what you think."  She then led the way to another part of the store, where the underwear was displayed.

She indicated a brand that had what was described as a "pouch front," saying, "These would be the largest we have in stock.  You could take one pair to try if you want, but I really think it would be best to order a special size this company makes.  They're called 'super size,' and would probably be a better fit for your husband."  Again she blushed, and again I felt a flush of pride.  It was obvious she knew what a prize I had in my man, and openly envied me.

I purchased one pair of the undershorts, and then asked her to order a dozen of the largest size available.  Just saying that to her made my throat tight, and my pleasure and pride seemed to know no bounds. 

We made arrangements to return to the store in two hours, when the alterations would be complete.  After we paid for the pants, I finally let Ted put on his coat once again, and was amused at the speed he did so.  We left the store to look around the rest of the mall until it was time to pick up his new trousers.  As soon as we were out of the door, I turned to him and whispered, "I'm so proud of you.  That girl knows you're a real bull, and I'll bet she'd give anything to have a man just like you.  I can't wait to get home and get you naked again."

That gave him fresh reason to blush, and I laughed as the red color crept up his face.  The hungry look on his face told me his blush wasn't due entirely to embarrassment, though.  I knew instinctively he was almost as turned on as I, and was looking forward to our bedroom just as much.  I hoped the alterations would be done on time.