Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 61
Chapter 61 – content: >!animal busting, rupture, lesbian, groping, lesbian conversion, lactophilia!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
[The gryphon lazily lulled on the warm stones, yawning and enjoying the few lazy rays the sun deigned to grant the land today.](https://imgur.com/a/uVY6c0d) It had been a tiring flight and the male felt entitled to some slacking. He had been one of the first of the year to start the journey east, giving up his rich hunting grounds in the tall mountains further west. He only had a few more days to the mating grounds in the east. As one of the first to arrive, he would have his pick of nesting spots. An impressive mate was almost assuredly his, one with a shiny coat of feathers and large udders that he would mount over and over again.
Carefully, he flipped over, prudent not to crush his wings against the jagged rocks. A quick glance told him no one was around, and so he did what his sister had advised him to do. She said it was common among female gryphons to inspect, how a potential mate’s loin feathers looked. Few guys took care of them, according to her, letting them get messy and, well, stinky. It was because they rarely caught any sun, letting moisture and oils stagnate. Her advice was to take a few minutes and just let the sun shine on his most intimate parts, to make sure he was nice and presentable down there.
He had told her off, of course, that he didn’t need such advice – but it couldn’t hurt to try it a bit, right? With a shudder, he let his pride and joy, his large, full balls, dangle over the edge of a slab of rock so they could soak up the sun. He sighed. Already he could imagine his mate, how she would be head over heels for him, inviting him inside of her before he had even finished making the nest. How warm and tight she would feel as he entered her, how she would squeal in delight when he-
“Woaoooh!”
Something small with black hair came flying out of a smooth rock wall in front of him. The rock rippled like water, spitting the little creature out like a maiden the first time she tasted a man’s seed. The little thing arched gracelessly through the air, falling right towards his-
“Oof!” Her head smacked into his feathered balls, smashing them against the hard rock. As his brain slowly registered that something had just rearranged the contents of his ballbag, mulling over the possibility that his dreams of ever mating may have just been literally crushed, more of the little creatures shot out of the wall, landing all around him. Violently roused from his cat nap in the sun by getting hit in the nards, the gryphon was stunned for a moment, going cross-eyed.
“Ow! That hurt… miss Despina, miss Morgana, mister Jim, are you alright?” Philine asked.
Rubbing her head, Morgana slowly sat back on her legs. “Yeah, I’m fine, something soft broke my fall…”
Finally, he managed to wrest control over his body back from his nuts. In one sudden movement, he was on his legs, letting the impertinent little thing before him know that it had well and truly messed up. He wasn’t vindictive, but no one, *no one,* would just suddenly ambush him and hit his two most tender orbs. He needed those! His growl was fierce, like the distant rolling of thunder… just maybe a few notes too high as he worked his nuts back down his throat.
“AAAH! A monster!” the little black thing squeaked, and a smile split the gryphon’s beak.
*Yes, that’s correct little kitten, your doom is here. Your life was forfeit when you-* “WAWK!”
A sudden, intense pressure clamping down on his already smarting balls and forced a most undignified squawk from him. His eyes bulged out of his head and he froze.
“Now listen here, you big old bird-kitty!”
His head snapped back. Terror gripped his heart when he saw the girl – a human, with brown hair and plentiful curves – stand behind him, her hand clasped tightly around a feathery scrote. Two big, round balls, HIS balls, bulged out tightly, desperate to squirm away from the petite hand mercilessly stretching them to the end of his sack.
“Just because we surprised you does not mean you can get all growly on us! You need to learn some manners!” She raised her other hand, open and ready to strike. He knew what was coming, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop the little human. A single tear formed in his eye.
“There! And there!” Philine yelled, slapping first his left, then his right ball. He meowed pitifully, sounding like a little cub. “Bad kitty, bad, bad kitty!” Her palm slammed into each nut, making them jiggle like water balloons. This little human was only slapping his stones, so why did it feel like she was a knight crunching his nuts with a hammer? How strong was this girl?!
He tried to curl up as best as he could while this freakishly strong girl pulled on his testicles and worked on beating them black and blue. This was it, his dream of mating would end here, crushed at the hands of a little human girl.
“Now go and think about what you’ve done! Shoo!” Despite encouraging him to leave, she still held the creature’s balls. Instead of just letting them go, she preferred to send the gryphon on his way with one last nut slap, this one crashing into his left ball from below. This hit was even harder than the ones before, producing an audible *crunch* like that of a cracking eggshell. It left a hand-sized impression in the meat of the beast’s gonad. Simultaneously, Philine let go of his sack, and the gryphon was lifted by smack into the air, tumbling over the edge of the cliff on which he had rested. Curled protectively around his plums half turned to paste, the beast plummeted down the cliff and splashed into a river below.
“That should teach him. What a rude kitty,” Philine said and dusted off her hands. “Are you alright, miss… uhm…” Philine’s bright and sunny disposition suddenly faltered as she realized she didn’t remember the name of the cat girl they had saved from Gwylla’s clutches.
“That… was a gryphon…” Morgana muttered with eyes wide in panic. “You chased away a gryphon by slapping its balls…”
“Well, it’s, uhm, it didn’t feel right to splat its entire sack just because it was rude, I mean, we were the ones suddenly intruding on its territory… Was that bad? Should I have cracked both of its eggs?”
“No, that’s not… what I mean to say is thank you.” Morgana dusted her traveller’s robe off. Unlike her regular robe, it was thick and rough and without any decoration. “Ugh, I can’t believe the strange folk stole my hat. They can’t even wear it! Right, that reminds me, I still need to thank… HOLY BALLS!”
Morgana had turned to look for Jim, wondering where he was hidden when she only spotted a completely silent Despina. It seemed like she was intently staring at an oddly coloured rock, except it wasn’t a rock at all. Only when the catgirl spotted the legs protruding from either side of the mass did her brain comprehend that she was looking at a nutsack, bubbling and boiling as it swelled to the size of a basketball as she was watching.
Jim groaned. “It hurrrts! Oh goddess, my balls hurt so much!”
“So beautiful…” the princess lying right in front of his balls muttered. She was awestruck, as if she couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. “There are more…” she breathed.
“Miss Despina? Are you alright?” Philine asked. As she did, she was already bending down to pick Jim up. He groaned as she raised him to his feet, legs wide to let his giant scrotum swing freely.
“He has balls now!” Despina yelled, pointing at Jim’s distended, reddened sack.
“Hah? Are you stupid, girl? Of course he has balls,” Morgana said, shuffling over to the others.
“No, I mean, he has more now! He has grown more balls! As in, there are more than two nuts in that sack!”
“What?” the catgirl blankly asked.
Ever practical, Philine reached down with one hand, grabbing a handful of nuts, squeezing and kneading them like dough. “You’re right! He does have more walnuts in his bag now!”
Jim grunted in pain, barely managing a squeaky, “Phi- Phili-” before his knees gave out, and he was only held up by the former paladin holding his arm and his ballsack.
“How can that possibly be? Did you do anything over there in the realm of the fae? Eat or drink anything? I’ve never even heard of something like that happening,” Morgana said and bent forward, inspecting the mutated ballsack.
“Gwylla, she- Urgh, Phili- Oh goddess!” The girl kept squeezing some of his many nuts, wondering why he didn’t manage to complete a sentence.
“What he means, is,” Despina explained for him, “when we were running, that bitch calling herself queen shouted something after us. She was cursing mister donkey balls here.”
“That’s not good…” Morgana said, pulling on her lip in thought. “The curses of fairies aren’t like you or I cursing at somebody, they are serious business. Did she say anything else, anything that could explain, well, this.” She gestured towards the grotesque lump of testicle mass.
“I think? What was it again… she yelled something about stones? Sage stones maybe?”
Morgana’s face was suddenly pressed against Despina’s, so close that the princess could feel her hot breath on her lips. “Philosopher’s stone?” she breathed. Despina flinched back.
“Philosopher’s… stoooones,” Jim corrected with a pained wail.
The catgirl’s intense focus shifted to Jim. She grabbed one of the many nuts in his scrotum, pinching it tightly between two fingers. “No… it can’t be… stones, not stone… all my years of research and THIS is what I find at the end? A bunch of lousy balls?!” Her fingers compressed, squeezing the gonad so tight that it became a flat disk. “WHAT WAS IT ALL FOR, HUH? SOME STUPID PUN?! WERE ALL THE SECRET TEXTS AND HINTS THE GREAT ALCHEMISTS LEFT BEHIND JUST THE SETUP FOR A DUMB JOKE ABOUT BALLS?!”
The haze of rage blinded and deafened her to the screams of pain the male in front of her produced. All that mattered was that she punished someone for the wreck that this revelation had made of her life’s work. It just so happened that Jim’s testicles were the most immediate target.
“What the HELL did I do to deserve to be treated like this? HUH?” Morgana flexed her fingers, bringing them even closer together and squishing down the nutmeat between them even tighter. “Am I just a joke to you?”
Jim shook his head while biting his lips in pain. He didn’t know what to say and he was afraid anything he would say was going to make her squeeze even harder.
Behind the catgirl, Despina drew a raspy, heavy breath. “Pinch… pinch it harder. Squeeze that fucking nut.”
Philine was decidedly more taken aback by the painful juicing the swollen plum had to undergo. “Is everything alright? Did mister Jim deceive you in some way? Because if he did, I can help grind and crush his walnuts for you!”
Slowly, the alchemist came back to her senses. Her hold on the testicle relaxed but she didn’t let go. “No, it’s… you’re right, it’s not his fault. I just… I can’t believe it. I searched for Álfheimr because I thought that’s where I could find the final ingredient, or the last hint I needed, you know? To finish the philosopher’s stone, the greatest achievement alchemy is supposed to hold.”
Jim had grabbed the girl’s small wrist, trying to pry her off of his gonads. “Please, Morgana, let go,” he said with a voice as if he had inhaled helium.
“I think I understand. I’ve had some big disappointments as well recently,” Philine said. In solidarity, she grabbed and pinched one of Jim’s nuts. “So, this phisopher’s stone, it’s not, uhm, real?”
“I can’t rightly say,” Morgana admitted, not bothering to correct her. “The texts are very vague about what it looks like or does. Just that ‘seizing the stone will make men fear and respect you’ and that it is ‘fragile, easily shattered by boot, fist or club’.”
“That sounds like any old testicle to me,” Despina drily commented. Pointing to the gonad still trapped between her fingers, she added, “Hey, are you going to finish that nut or…?”
“But it’s supposed to be ‘not of this world’ and ‘not subject to the whims of heaven or hell’! How on Bythos does that point to testicles?!”
“Morgana, please… my ball…” Jim’s voice was a mere whisper.
“If you’re not going to pop it, can I- wait, what was that about not being bothered by hell?”
“That’s from the first mention I could find anywhere on the philosopher’s stone. The legendary alchemist Paracelsus described it as a thing of magic, true magic, the kind not created by Norea and Lilith. It’s where I originally got the idea to seek out the fae. They were the only ones I could think of that were capable of that kind of stuff. What they turn the children they rob into, these so-called aufs… I mean, the things they are capable of are the stuff of legends,” Morgana said, gesticulating with the trapped testicle in her hand.
“Oh, you have no idea… But that could actually be what we were looking for. Balls that aren’t like regular nuts, right, Jim?” Despina asked.
“My balls, please, please let goooo…”
“Why would that be something you were looking for?” Morgana asked. She had, of course, not let go of the nut, and neither had Philine who couldn’t follow the conversation at all.
Despina smirked. “Where we’re going, we can’t show up with a pair – or more – of everyday, regular testicles.” The redhead added a pause for dramatic effect. “We will be paying Lilith a visit in hell.”
“WHAT?!” Morgana shouted.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Jim screamed.
“I think I heard his walnut crack!” Philine cheered.
“Oh, uhm, right, sorry, boy…” Morgana said and finally released the split gonad from her painful grasp. Philine followed her example a second late.
“Oh don’t be, he has enough of those, one less definitely won’t hurt,” Despina refuted. “Well, I mean, it definitely still hurts, that’s the point of testicles, right?” she laughed.
“But will he be able to walk with a split ball? I mean, it’s going to be jostling around in there with each step…” Morgana wondered, looking at the miserable pile of man on the rocks beside her.
“Where are we, anyway?” Philine asked, turning to look at the mountain range around them. The jungles of Kumarbi were nowhere in sight and no one had an answer for her.
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“I hope Ina is okay, we left her behind with Tarja…” Jim muttered.
“Muuh, I wish I still had Pearly here to pet…” Despina pouted. She was sweaty and flushing from the hike down as well as the fact that every so often, she sneaked in a sack tap whenever Philine wasn’t looking. It helped that she was carrying Jim in her arms like a bride, because his bloated scrotum hung down beneath, easily reached for a quick smack.
“Urgh, at least then you wouldn’t be smacking me in the groin all the time…” The princess just smirked and raised her hand, getting ready to deliver another slap to his sack. “W-wait, I think I see a building!”
“There are a lot of fields around it but it’s not a farm, that’s for sure. Look at those high stone walls…” Morgana muttered.
“There’s someone fetching water. I’m gonna go ask them!” Philine said brightly and with Jim in her hands, ran towards the figure.
“S-st-o-op Phi-li-ne!” Jim said as he was bouncing in Philine’s arms, nutsack swinging wildly.
“Hello, can we ask you something?” Philine said, ignoring the boy she was carrying in favour of the robed stranger.
[She was kneeling next to a well, filling a bucket with fresh water.](https://imgur.com/a/3lbif0l) She was dressed in the modest habit of a nun over which she wore a thick leather apron. It was stained and greasy, but the rest of her outfit and the few strands of platinum blond hair peeking out from under her coif were immaculate.
“Yes, greetings, my dear-” the woman began while turning around, before her eyes fell on Philine. The slightly sweaty girl smiled brightly, her chest heaving and making her breasts quake as they spilled out over Jim. “Oh, *hello* there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… What’s your name, girl?”
Philine giggled before introducing herself. “I’m Philine! And this here is Jim-”
“Yeah, whatever, how are you doing, cutie?” the nun said, gently touching Philine’s shoulder. “Say, why don’t you and I drop this dangler and go have some fun? I know this little spot at this cute lake nearby and I would *love* to splash around in there with you…”
The princess stepped out from behind Philine, frowning in disbelief. “Tamara?”
“Pina? What are you doing here-” the former second princess of Calvino said, before she got excited. “Ohh, did I finally turn you? Is this cutiepie your girlfriend?!” she asked with glee.
“I- what?! This is the first time I’ve seen you since Bruna attacked and you ask if I’m a carpet muncher now?” Despina asked, face as red as her hair from anger.
“Oh, relax, little sis. I was curious about you! Can't a sister be wondering who shares your bed?”
“And what about Calvino, our family and our subjects. Are you not curious about those things?”
Tamara shrugged. “I have been exiled and our mother executed. I try to only think about things I can influence. Like how to get your cute companion to sleep in my bed tonight, for example. Oh, and you caught yourself another cutie! What's your name, darling?”
“It's Morgana of Affalstat, pleased to meet you. So, you two are sisters?”
“Mhmm, we are, but never mind that right now. Say, I heard catkin are very neat and cleanly. You guys must be sweaty and tired from walking. Why don't you let me help freshen you up? I may be a human but I assure you, I have lots of experience handling pussycats,” Tamara said, making sure to pause slightly before 'cats'.
“Tamara!” Despina shouted.
“I’m being serious, you know? Travellers are rare here, but we can put you up for a night or two so you can gather your wits and compose yourself. I don’t mean to be rude, dear sister, but you look like you’ve been wandering here from Calvino.” The blonde handed Jim her bucket, which he took reflexively. Groaning as he slid from Philine’s hands, he saw Tamara grab the girl’s hand and lead her towards the walls and the buildings beyond them. Philine dragged him along by some of his plentiful nuts. “Right this way, girls, you all must be dying for a bath!”
The former second princess of Calvino led them through a sturdy gate in the wall, behind which almost every free inch of space was ploughed and tilled, little sprouts of green dabbing the dark earth with small patches of colour. A small flock of sparrows flitted through the air before deciding to rest on a bare apple tree.
“By… the way,” Jim asked through grunts of pain as he was dragged along, “where are we?” Parts of his ballsack, including the nuts that had been cracked by Philine and Morgana, painfully slapped against the dirt and stone.
“Not just where, but when as well,” Morgana added, “time in Álfheimr doesn’t work the same way it does for the rest of the world.”
“Welcome to the abbey of St. Verschneida, home to over thirty nuns and a few monks in the beautiful and boring Abelard mountain range. There is nothing to do here except farm, go for a hike and then farm some more! It’s the beginning of February right now, so we’ll soon have to go back to farming all day and night, joy!”
Opening the door to the main building, Tamara walked up to a nun currently busy polishing a sconce with an old rag. The blond princess didn’t slap the woman’s ass, but instead grabbed it in the middle, making sure to push her middle and ring finger up underneath and giving the girl’s folds an unexpected caress.
The woman yelped in surprise but smiled when she turned to Tamara. They shared a short but passionate kiss, looking dreamily into each other’s eyes. Only then did the woman notice Jim and the others and she blushed. “Oh, um, you really should tell me when you bring in guests, sister Tamara…” the nun said.
“Why would I? It is way too fun to see you all shy and embarrassed. I’m showing them to the guest quarters, so I can’t play with you right now. But I’ll see you later, alright?” The nun nodded shyly and then hurried past the group, not looking at any of them.
“Such a precious little thing. Used to be noble as well, if you can believe it,” Tamara explained.
Before them, another nun with a weedy young man in tow came out of a door to their left. [She was talking to him, lecturing him about keeping his robe clean.](https://imgur.com/a/HzqVi8g) “I know you’ve only had your sinful orbs broken and purified recently, so I do have some sympathy, but you need to learn to keep these nocturnal emissions under control, do you understand? Your little prick is expelling all the leftover seed still in your pipe, so to speak, so it will get easier to clean eventually, but just because you sleep in my snuggery doesn’t mean your emasculated- EEEK!”
Tamara had sneaked up on the pair, reaching for the nun’s chest from behind and giving the pair a plentiful squeeze before pulling on the buds of her tits. “Sister Tamara! N-not in front of the boy!”
“Pfft, he doesn’t count. I doubt he can even get his waning little stick hard any more, isn’t that right, boy?” Tamara asked pointedly.
The lad seemed to understand she was not going to tolerate no for an answer. “N-no, sister Tamara, my p-penis is soft and useless now, just like you said it would be…” He clutched his robe, embarrassed to admit to his fading virility to the women that had taken it from him.
“See? You have to stop seeing him as a male and then there’s no problem. Plus, I didn’t hear you complain when I fingered you while you popped his little nuts. In fact, you were quite vocal about how much you liked my touch. ‘*Oooh, don’t stop rubbing my pearl, Tammy, you rub it so good!*’ That’s what you said, right?”
The nun faked a small cough. “That was another time and place. I am currently educating the lad and your… attention has interrupted the lesson. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” She quickly dragged the young eunuch after her, pulling him into a room further down the corridor.
“Another noblewoman?” Morgana asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Not at all! Third daughter of a rich merchant, I think. Her father made her take the cloth when the church healed his last broken ball, to thank them for staving off his castration.”
“Don’t tell me everyone here is a gouine like you. Is that why Bruna exiled you to this place?” Despina asked.
Tamara just chuckled as she opened the door to a small dormitory with four beds in it. She led them inside. “Oh no, not at all! Most of the girls, especially the ones that were noblewomen still dreamt of a dashing prince coming to visit them and stick his filthy, disgusting cock in them when I arrived, to get pumped full of his slime and bear him a child so that they could become his wife and flee from this place…”
“Then why are you treating every woman here like your mistress?” Despina demanded to know.
“Mhmm, you know how I have tried to make you see how pathetic and useless men are, little sister?”
“For the last 19 years of my life, yes. In fact, you wouldn’t shut up about it even when I asked you to.”
“Was I really that pushy…?” Tamara wondered, tilting her head. “Anyway, it turns out I’m a lot more convincing when I whisper these things while the girls are seeing proof how weak and pathetic boys are…”
“What do you mean?” Philine asked. Jim wished she hadn’t, even as nauseating pain shot up to his stomach from his nuts.
“You know the Sophian church has a few monks, right? What do you think we do with a boy when his mother orders him to join the church? They eat at the same table as we do, they sleep in the same beds… We can’t let them keep those shameful, wicked testicles when they’re supposed to serve Norea. The girls hold him down and then we break and purify him. When you see a guy, a strong guy, with lots of muscles and a big cock, start to cry just because you squeeze him a little… and then you take away what makes him a man. That sad, little bag just hanging there, droopy and useless… It changes your view on men. It changes you.” With a smile, Tamara watched her little sister’s face grow red. “I think you know what I mean, right?”
The blonde bent forward until her mouth was right next to Despina’s ear. “It’s such a rush, to hurt men in their precious place, isn’t it. You feel so powerful, like you have become the Goddess herself, punishing them for daring to show their gross male organs to you…”
“T-TAMARA!” Despina suddenly shouted and jumped back onto one of the beds. She protectively slung an arm around her chest where her sister had just copped a feel.
The second princess smiled mischievously. “I’ll show you how to enjoy the company of a woman yet, little sis. For now, make yourself feel at home!” She grabbed the bucket from Jim without so much as glancing at him and left.
The group stood around in awkward silence, apart from Jim moaning and whimpering in never ceasing nut pain.
“I like your sister, she’s nice,” Philine suddenly said.
“Hey, just a quick question. Are we sure this guy can be here?” Morgana asked and pointed at Jim. “Or, to be more specific, are we sure his balls are allowed to be here?”
“Of course mister Jim can be here!” Philine shouted, shocking the others with her sudden outburst. “Sorry, I just don’t like that people have this very negative view of the Sophian church when it comes to boys. It’s only when you become a monk that the sisters empty a boy’s coin purse, or when his eggs are already cracked and can’t be healed.”
She pulled a sympathetic grimace as she looked at the pitiful state of Jim. His scrotum was deep red and swollen beyond any reasonable size. He was pale, sweaty and breathing hard. His clothes were tattered and dirty, torn in some places from all the fights and adventures he had been through. Gently, Philine lifted Jim onto a bed and sat next to him.
“What are you doing?” Despina asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The amiable girl laid Jim’s head on her lap and carefully stroked a soft hand over the many bulges of his nutsack. He was too weak and worn out to stop her or protest. The only reaction Jim showed was sharply drawing in breath whenever Philine’s hand caressed a particularly sore spot on his nutsack, taking note to avoid it.
“Mister Jim isn’t well, that’s clear to see. He needs to be cared for,” Philine said. Another gasp from Jim made her look down again. “Is that where one of your broken walnuts is? Shh, it’s fine, I won’t touch you there any more,” Philine gently cooed.
“I don’t think I want to be here for this kind of care,” Morgana muttered.
The catgirl was proven right when, moments later, Philine lifted her shirt. Her heavy breasts flopped out, the movement sending a jiggle through them that didn’t seem to want to stop. Her free hand lifted one of the full tits, sticking it into Jim’s face. “There, there, nurse on my boobies, alright? That always makes boys calm down…”
“Oh Goddess…” Morgana said.
“He doesn’t deserve this! You can’t reward him just because his stupid balls hurt a little!” Despina protested but Philine continued. “At least punch his nuts while you let him… do that!”
Philine shook her head, stroking the basketball-sized nutsack. “Only bad boys get their milkbags punched, right, mister Jim? Since you were a good boy, you can drink my milkies.”
“Right, I’m out.” Morgana left the room, fiercely blushing.
Despina meanwhile still stood there, before deciding to finally sit down on the bed opposite Jim and Philine. She grumbled something, but her gaze was fixed entirely on the bloated mess of balls across the room. Balls that, despite Philine’s *care*, still undoubtedly hurt.
Sweet, warm milk flooded his tongue, all while the scent of Philine's body enveloped him. She gently stroked his nuts and despite the occasional jolt of pain her ministrations produced in his nuts when she found a ball that the girls had cracked open, he grew erect. Thankfully, Despina didn't seem to notice over his bloated nuts and Philine just chuckled at feeling his half chub bump against her arm.
The strange situation continued for more than half an hour, during which neither of the three said anything.
It was Philine who finally broke the silence when she noticed the gentle suckling on her breast slowed. “Oh, are you feeling better already, mister Jim?”
“A b-bit… thanks, Philine,” he squeaked. A little milk moustache graced his upper lip. “Despina,” he said firmly, locking eyes with the redhead.
Startled, her eyes flitted from his nuts to his face.
“I need to ask you for a favour and it’s… it’s a big one. Please, I need your help.”
She scoffed. “Let me guess, you probably want me to rub your dick like Ina did? Or better yet, you want me to suck you off? Pff, keep dreaming.”
“Despina, please listen, I’m serious.” She made a non-committal hum, folding her arms over her chest. “I need you to get rid of this curse for me. I need you to pop my balls.”
The redhead froze. Several seconds passed without her moving an inch, not even taking a breath.
“Did you hear me?”
“What… ahm, what was that?” she asked with a hoarse, shaky voice.
“I need to get rid of these additional balls, there’s no way around it. I can’t fight like this, I can’t save Liri like this. I would be a sitting duck for anyone, especially demons. So, I need you to bring me down to a… reasonable amount of balls. I need you to rupture my testicles, all but two of course.”
“Hah, i-is that so…” Slowly, she got up. The princess was moving towards them, but her steps were still slow and tottering. “In that case, I would need to inspect your sack, you kn-know? See how many balls you have sprouted, where… uhm, where they are, things like that.” She breathed fitfully, her hands wrapped around her mid. Despina stared wild-eyed at Jim’s giant ballbag.
“Yes, I understand. I know this will probably- Despina!?”
The redhead suddenly cried out and fell to the ground. Her head was a wild sea of firey hair strewn all around her, while the princess convulsed and twitched.
“Miss Despina, are you alright?” Philine asked.
“Y-yeah, I’- f-fine…” She looked up, fire in her eyes. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth and her face was as red as a cherry. “It’s just, I just came a little…”
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*Definitely a more fetish-y chapter than usual, besides the obvious one I mean. But it’s an important one! And I guess you can tell what next chapter will be all about lol*
*Happy Easter! Insert egg-related pun here. Family kept me busy soi I only managed to write half a chapter this week. I guess I’m officially down to writing only three chapters ahead. But I think I can finish the story around the early 70s chapters.*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
[The gryphon lazily lulled on the warm stones, yawning and enjoying the few lazy rays the sun deigned to grant the land today.](https://imgur.com/a/uVY6c0d) It had been a tiring flight and the male felt entitled to some slacking. He had been one of the first of the year to start the journey east, giving up his rich hunting grounds in the tall mountains further west. He only had a few more days to the mating grounds in the east. As one of the first to arrive, he would have his pick of nesting spots. An impressive mate was almost assuredly his, one with a shiny coat of feathers and large udders that he would mount over and over again.
Carefully, he flipped over, prudent not to crush his wings against the jagged rocks. A quick glance told him no one was around, and so he did what his sister had advised him to do. She said it was common among female gryphons to inspect, how a potential mate’s loin feathers looked. Few guys took care of them, according to her, letting them get messy and, well, stinky. It was because they rarely caught any sun, letting moisture and oils stagnate. Her advice was to take a few minutes and just let the sun shine on his most intimate parts, to make sure he was nice and presentable down there.
He had told her off, of course, that he didn’t need such advice – but it couldn’t hurt to try it a bit, right? With a shudder, he let his pride and joy, his large, full balls, dangle over the edge of a slab of rock so they could soak up the sun. He sighed. Already he could imagine his mate, how she would be head over heels for him, inviting him inside of her before he had even finished making the nest. How warm and tight she would feel as he entered her, how she would squeal in delight when he-
“Woaoooh!”
Something small with black hair came flying out of a smooth rock wall in front of him. The rock rippled like water, spitting the little creature out like a maiden the first time she tasted a man’s seed. The little thing arched gracelessly through the air, falling right towards his-
“Oof!” Her head smacked into his feathered balls, smashing them against the hard rock. As his brain slowly registered that something had just rearranged the contents of his ballbag, mulling over the possibility that his dreams of ever mating may have just been literally crushed, more of the little creatures shot out of the wall, landing all around him. Violently roused from his cat nap in the sun by getting hit in the nards, the gryphon was stunned for a moment, going cross-eyed.
“Ow! That hurt… miss Despina, miss Morgana, mister Jim, are you alright?” Philine asked.
Rubbing her head, Morgana slowly sat back on her legs. “Yeah, I’m fine, something soft broke my fall…”
Finally, he managed to wrest control over his body back from his nuts. In one sudden movement, he was on his legs, letting the impertinent little thing before him know that it had well and truly messed up. He wasn’t vindictive, but no one, *no one,* would just suddenly ambush him and hit his two most tender orbs. He needed those! His growl was fierce, like the distant rolling of thunder… just maybe a few notes too high as he worked his nuts back down his throat.
“AAAH! A monster!” the little black thing squeaked, and a smile split the gryphon’s beak.
*Yes, that’s correct little kitten, your doom is here. Your life was forfeit when you-* “WAWK!”
A sudden, intense pressure clamping down on his already smarting balls and forced a most undignified squawk from him. His eyes bulged out of his head and he froze.
“Now listen here, you big old bird-kitty!”
His head snapped back. Terror gripped his heart when he saw the girl – a human, with brown hair and plentiful curves – stand behind him, her hand clasped tightly around a feathery scrote. Two big, round balls, HIS balls, bulged out tightly, desperate to squirm away from the petite hand mercilessly stretching them to the end of his sack.
“Just because we surprised you does not mean you can get all growly on us! You need to learn some manners!” She raised her other hand, open and ready to strike. He knew what was coming, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop the little human. A single tear formed in his eye.
“There! And there!” Philine yelled, slapping first his left, then his right ball. He meowed pitifully, sounding like a little cub. “Bad kitty, bad, bad kitty!” Her palm slammed into each nut, making them jiggle like water balloons. This little human was only slapping his stones, so why did it feel like she was a knight crunching his nuts with a hammer? How strong was this girl?!
He tried to curl up as best as he could while this freakishly strong girl pulled on his testicles and worked on beating them black and blue. This was it, his dream of mating would end here, crushed at the hands of a little human girl.
“Now go and think about what you’ve done! Shoo!” Despite encouraging him to leave, she still held the creature’s balls. Instead of just letting them go, she preferred to send the gryphon on his way with one last nut slap, this one crashing into his left ball from below. This hit was even harder than the ones before, producing an audible *crunch* like that of a cracking eggshell. It left a hand-sized impression in the meat of the beast’s gonad. Simultaneously, Philine let go of his sack, and the gryphon was lifted by smack into the air, tumbling over the edge of the cliff on which he had rested. Curled protectively around his plums half turned to paste, the beast plummeted down the cliff and splashed into a river below.
“That should teach him. What a rude kitty,” Philine said and dusted off her hands. “Are you alright, miss… uhm…” Philine’s bright and sunny disposition suddenly faltered as she realized she didn’t remember the name of the cat girl they had saved from Gwylla’s clutches.
“That… was a gryphon…” Morgana muttered with eyes wide in panic. “You chased away a gryphon by slapping its balls…”
“Well, it’s, uhm, it didn’t feel right to splat its entire sack just because it was rude, I mean, we were the ones suddenly intruding on its territory… Was that bad? Should I have cracked both of its eggs?”
“No, that’s not… what I mean to say is thank you.” Morgana dusted her traveller’s robe off. Unlike her regular robe, it was thick and rough and without any decoration. “Ugh, I can’t believe the strange folk stole my hat. They can’t even wear it! Right, that reminds me, I still need to thank… HOLY BALLS!”
Morgana had turned to look for Jim, wondering where he was hidden when she only spotted a completely silent Despina. It seemed like she was intently staring at an oddly coloured rock, except it wasn’t a rock at all. Only when the catgirl spotted the legs protruding from either side of the mass did her brain comprehend that she was looking at a nutsack, bubbling and boiling as it swelled to the size of a basketball as she was watching.
Jim groaned. “It hurrrts! Oh goddess, my balls hurt so much!”
“So beautiful…” the princess lying right in front of his balls muttered. She was awestruck, as if she couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. “There are more…” she breathed.
“Miss Despina? Are you alright?” Philine asked. As she did, she was already bending down to pick Jim up. He groaned as she raised him to his feet, legs wide to let his giant scrotum swing freely.
“He has balls now!” Despina yelled, pointing at Jim’s distended, reddened sack.
“Hah? Are you stupid, girl? Of course he has balls,” Morgana said, shuffling over to the others.
“No, I mean, he has more now! He has grown more balls! As in, there are more than two nuts in that sack!”
“What?” the catgirl blankly asked.
Ever practical, Philine reached down with one hand, grabbing a handful of nuts, squeezing and kneading them like dough. “You’re right! He does have more walnuts in his bag now!”
Jim grunted in pain, barely managing a squeaky, “Phi- Phili-” before his knees gave out, and he was only held up by the former paladin holding his arm and his ballsack.
“How can that possibly be? Did you do anything over there in the realm of the fae? Eat or drink anything? I’ve never even heard of something like that happening,” Morgana said and bent forward, inspecting the mutated ballsack.
“Gwylla, she- Urgh, Phili- Oh goddess!” The girl kept squeezing some of his many nuts, wondering why he didn’t manage to complete a sentence.
“What he means, is,” Despina explained for him, “when we were running, that bitch calling herself queen shouted something after us. She was cursing mister donkey balls here.”
“That’s not good…” Morgana said, pulling on her lip in thought. “The curses of fairies aren’t like you or I cursing at somebody, they are serious business. Did she say anything else, anything that could explain, well, this.” She gestured towards the grotesque lump of testicle mass.
“I think? What was it again… she yelled something about stones? Sage stones maybe?”
Morgana’s face was suddenly pressed against Despina’s, so close that the princess could feel her hot breath on her lips. “Philosopher’s stone?” she breathed. Despina flinched back.
“Philosopher’s… stoooones,” Jim corrected with a pained wail.
The catgirl’s intense focus shifted to Jim. She grabbed one of the many nuts in his scrotum, pinching it tightly between two fingers. “No… it can’t be… stones, not stone… all my years of research and THIS is what I find at the end? A bunch of lousy balls?!” Her fingers compressed, squeezing the gonad so tight that it became a flat disk. “WHAT WAS IT ALL FOR, HUH? SOME STUPID PUN?! WERE ALL THE SECRET TEXTS AND HINTS THE GREAT ALCHEMISTS LEFT BEHIND JUST THE SETUP FOR A DUMB JOKE ABOUT BALLS?!”
The haze of rage blinded and deafened her to the screams of pain the male in front of her produced. All that mattered was that she punished someone for the wreck that this revelation had made of her life’s work. It just so happened that Jim’s testicles were the most immediate target.
“What the HELL did I do to deserve to be treated like this? HUH?” Morgana flexed her fingers, bringing them even closer together and squishing down the nutmeat between them even tighter. “Am I just a joke to you?”
Jim shook his head while biting his lips in pain. He didn’t know what to say and he was afraid anything he would say was going to make her squeeze even harder.
Behind the catgirl, Despina drew a raspy, heavy breath. “Pinch… pinch it harder. Squeeze that fucking nut.”
Philine was decidedly more taken aback by the painful juicing the swollen plum had to undergo. “Is everything alright? Did mister Jim deceive you in some way? Because if he did, I can help grind and crush his walnuts for you!”
Slowly, the alchemist came back to her senses. Her hold on the testicle relaxed but she didn’t let go. “No, it’s… you’re right, it’s not his fault. I just… I can’t believe it. I searched for Álfheimr because I thought that’s where I could find the final ingredient, or the last hint I needed, you know? To finish the philosopher’s stone, the greatest achievement alchemy is supposed to hold.”
Jim had grabbed the girl’s small wrist, trying to pry her off of his gonads. “Please, Morgana, let go,” he said with a voice as if he had inhaled helium.
“I think I understand. I’ve had some big disappointments as well recently,” Philine said. In solidarity, she grabbed and pinched one of Jim’s nuts. “So, this phisopher’s stone, it’s not, uhm, real?”
“I can’t rightly say,” Morgana admitted, not bothering to correct her. “The texts are very vague about what it looks like or does. Just that ‘seizing the stone will make men fear and respect you’ and that it is ‘fragile, easily shattered by boot, fist or club’.”
“That sounds like any old testicle to me,” Despina drily commented. Pointing to the gonad still trapped between her fingers, she added, “Hey, are you going to finish that nut or…?”
“But it’s supposed to be ‘not of this world’ and ‘not subject to the whims of heaven or hell’! How on Bythos does that point to testicles?!”
“Morgana, please… my ball…” Jim’s voice was a mere whisper.
“If you’re not going to pop it, can I- wait, what was that about not being bothered by hell?”
“That’s from the first mention I could find anywhere on the philosopher’s stone. The legendary alchemist Paracelsus described it as a thing of magic, true magic, the kind not created by Norea and Lilith. It’s where I originally got the idea to seek out the fae. They were the only ones I could think of that were capable of that kind of stuff. What they turn the children they rob into, these so-called aufs… I mean, the things they are capable of are the stuff of legends,” Morgana said, gesticulating with the trapped testicle in her hand.
“Oh, you have no idea… But that could actually be what we were looking for. Balls that aren’t like regular nuts, right, Jim?” Despina asked.
“My balls, please, please let goooo…”
“Why would that be something you were looking for?” Morgana asked. She had, of course, not let go of the nut, and neither had Philine who couldn’t follow the conversation at all.
Despina smirked. “Where we’re going, we can’t show up with a pair – or more – of everyday, regular testicles.” The redhead added a pause for dramatic effect. “We will be paying Lilith a visit in hell.”
“WHAT?!” Morgana shouted.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Jim screamed.
“I think I heard his walnut crack!” Philine cheered.
“Oh, uhm, right, sorry, boy…” Morgana said and finally released the split gonad from her painful grasp. Philine followed her example a second late.
“Oh don’t be, he has enough of those, one less definitely won’t hurt,” Despina refuted. “Well, I mean, it definitely still hurts, that’s the point of testicles, right?” she laughed.
“But will he be able to walk with a split ball? I mean, it’s going to be jostling around in there with each step…” Morgana wondered, looking at the miserable pile of man on the rocks beside her.
“Where are we, anyway?” Philine asked, turning to look at the mountain range around them. The jungles of Kumarbi were nowhere in sight and no one had an answer for her.
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“I hope Ina is okay, we left her behind with Tarja…” Jim muttered.
“Muuh, I wish I still had Pearly here to pet…” Despina pouted. She was sweaty and flushing from the hike down as well as the fact that every so often, she sneaked in a sack tap whenever Philine wasn’t looking. It helped that she was carrying Jim in her arms like a bride, because his bloated scrotum hung down beneath, easily reached for a quick smack.
“Urgh, at least then you wouldn’t be smacking me in the groin all the time…” The princess just smirked and raised her hand, getting ready to deliver another slap to his sack. “W-wait, I think I see a building!”
“There are a lot of fields around it but it’s not a farm, that’s for sure. Look at those high stone walls…” Morgana muttered.
“There’s someone fetching water. I’m gonna go ask them!” Philine said brightly and with Jim in her hands, ran towards the figure.
“S-st-o-op Phi-li-ne!” Jim said as he was bouncing in Philine’s arms, nutsack swinging wildly.
“Hello, can we ask you something?” Philine said, ignoring the boy she was carrying in favour of the robed stranger.
[She was kneeling next to a well, filling a bucket with fresh water.](https://imgur.com/a/3lbif0l) She was dressed in the modest habit of a nun over which she wore a thick leather apron. It was stained and greasy, but the rest of her outfit and the few strands of platinum blond hair peeking out from under her coif were immaculate.
“Yes, greetings, my dear-” the woman began while turning around, before her eyes fell on Philine. The slightly sweaty girl smiled brightly, her chest heaving and making her breasts quake as they spilled out over Jim. “Oh, *hello* there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… What’s your name, girl?”
Philine giggled before introducing herself. “I’m Philine! And this here is Jim-”
“Yeah, whatever, how are you doing, cutie?” the nun said, gently touching Philine’s shoulder. “Say, why don’t you and I drop this dangler and go have some fun? I know this little spot at this cute lake nearby and I would *love* to splash around in there with you…”
The princess stepped out from behind Philine, frowning in disbelief. “Tamara?”
“Pina? What are you doing here-” the former second princess of Calvino said, before she got excited. “Ohh, did I finally turn you? Is this cutiepie your girlfriend?!” she asked with glee.
“I- what?! This is the first time I’ve seen you since Bruna attacked and you ask if I’m a carpet muncher now?” Despina asked, face as red as her hair from anger.
“Oh, relax, little sis. I was curious about you! Can't a sister be wondering who shares your bed?”
“And what about Calvino, our family and our subjects. Are you not curious about those things?”
Tamara shrugged. “I have been exiled and our mother executed. I try to only think about things I can influence. Like how to get your cute companion to sleep in my bed tonight, for example. Oh, and you caught yourself another cutie! What's your name, darling?”
“It's Morgana of Affalstat, pleased to meet you. So, you two are sisters?”
“Mhmm, we are, but never mind that right now. Say, I heard catkin are very neat and cleanly. You guys must be sweaty and tired from walking. Why don't you let me help freshen you up? I may be a human but I assure you, I have lots of experience handling pussycats,” Tamara said, making sure to pause slightly before 'cats'.
“Tamara!” Despina shouted.
“I’m being serious, you know? Travellers are rare here, but we can put you up for a night or two so you can gather your wits and compose yourself. I don’t mean to be rude, dear sister, but you look like you’ve been wandering here from Calvino.” The blonde handed Jim her bucket, which he took reflexively. Groaning as he slid from Philine’s hands, he saw Tamara grab the girl’s hand and lead her towards the walls and the buildings beyond them. Philine dragged him along by some of his plentiful nuts. “Right this way, girls, you all must be dying for a bath!”
The former second princess of Calvino led them through a sturdy gate in the wall, behind which almost every free inch of space was ploughed and tilled, little sprouts of green dabbing the dark earth with small patches of colour. A small flock of sparrows flitted through the air before deciding to rest on a bare apple tree.
“By… the way,” Jim asked through grunts of pain as he was dragged along, “where are we?” Parts of his ballsack, including the nuts that had been cracked by Philine and Morgana, painfully slapped against the dirt and stone.
“Not just where, but when as well,” Morgana added, “time in Álfheimr doesn’t work the same way it does for the rest of the world.”
“Welcome to the abbey of St. Verschneida, home to over thirty nuns and a few monks in the beautiful and boring Abelard mountain range. There is nothing to do here except farm, go for a hike and then farm some more! It’s the beginning of February right now, so we’ll soon have to go back to farming all day and night, joy!”
Opening the door to the main building, Tamara walked up to a nun currently busy polishing a sconce with an old rag. The blond princess didn’t slap the woman’s ass, but instead grabbed it in the middle, making sure to push her middle and ring finger up underneath and giving the girl’s folds an unexpected caress.
The woman yelped in surprise but smiled when she turned to Tamara. They shared a short but passionate kiss, looking dreamily into each other’s eyes. Only then did the woman notice Jim and the others and she blushed. “Oh, um, you really should tell me when you bring in guests, sister Tamara…” the nun said.
“Why would I? It is way too fun to see you all shy and embarrassed. I’m showing them to the guest quarters, so I can’t play with you right now. But I’ll see you later, alright?” The nun nodded shyly and then hurried past the group, not looking at any of them.
“Such a precious little thing. Used to be noble as well, if you can believe it,” Tamara explained.
Before them, another nun with a weedy young man in tow came out of a door to their left. [She was talking to him, lecturing him about keeping his robe clean.](https://imgur.com/a/HzqVi8g) “I know you’ve only had your sinful orbs broken and purified recently, so I do have some sympathy, but you need to learn to keep these nocturnal emissions under control, do you understand? Your little prick is expelling all the leftover seed still in your pipe, so to speak, so it will get easier to clean eventually, but just because you sleep in my snuggery doesn’t mean your emasculated- EEEK!”
Tamara had sneaked up on the pair, reaching for the nun’s chest from behind and giving the pair a plentiful squeeze before pulling on the buds of her tits. “Sister Tamara! N-not in front of the boy!”
“Pfft, he doesn’t count. I doubt he can even get his waning little stick hard any more, isn’t that right, boy?” Tamara asked pointedly.
The lad seemed to understand she was not going to tolerate no for an answer. “N-no, sister Tamara, my p-penis is soft and useless now, just like you said it would be…” He clutched his robe, embarrassed to admit to his fading virility to the women that had taken it from him.
“See? You have to stop seeing him as a male and then there’s no problem. Plus, I didn’t hear you complain when I fingered you while you popped his little nuts. In fact, you were quite vocal about how much you liked my touch. ‘*Oooh, don’t stop rubbing my pearl, Tammy, you rub it so good!*’ That’s what you said, right?”
The nun faked a small cough. “That was another time and place. I am currently educating the lad and your… attention has interrupted the lesson. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” She quickly dragged the young eunuch after her, pulling him into a room further down the corridor.
“Another noblewoman?” Morgana asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Not at all! Third daughter of a rich merchant, I think. Her father made her take the cloth when the church healed his last broken ball, to thank them for staving off his castration.”
“Don’t tell me everyone here is a gouine like you. Is that why Bruna exiled you to this place?” Despina asked.
Tamara just chuckled as she opened the door to a small dormitory with four beds in it. She led them inside. “Oh no, not at all! Most of the girls, especially the ones that were noblewomen still dreamt of a dashing prince coming to visit them and stick his filthy, disgusting cock in them when I arrived, to get pumped full of his slime and bear him a child so that they could become his wife and flee from this place…”
“Then why are you treating every woman here like your mistress?” Despina demanded to know.
“Mhmm, you know how I have tried to make you see how pathetic and useless men are, little sister?”
“For the last 19 years of my life, yes. In fact, you wouldn’t shut up about it even when I asked you to.”
“Was I really that pushy…?” Tamara wondered, tilting her head. “Anyway, it turns out I’m a lot more convincing when I whisper these things while the girls are seeing proof how weak and pathetic boys are…”
“What do you mean?” Philine asked. Jim wished she hadn’t, even as nauseating pain shot up to his stomach from his nuts.
“You know the Sophian church has a few monks, right? What do you think we do with a boy when his mother orders him to join the church? They eat at the same table as we do, they sleep in the same beds… We can’t let them keep those shameful, wicked testicles when they’re supposed to serve Norea. The girls hold him down and then we break and purify him. When you see a guy, a strong guy, with lots of muscles and a big cock, start to cry just because you squeeze him a little… and then you take away what makes him a man. That sad, little bag just hanging there, droopy and useless… It changes your view on men. It changes you.” With a smile, Tamara watched her little sister’s face grow red. “I think you know what I mean, right?”
The blonde bent forward until her mouth was right next to Despina’s ear. “It’s such a rush, to hurt men in their precious place, isn’t it. You feel so powerful, like you have become the Goddess herself, punishing them for daring to show their gross male organs to you…”
“T-TAMARA!” Despina suddenly shouted and jumped back onto one of the beds. She protectively slung an arm around her chest where her sister had just copped a feel.
The second princess smiled mischievously. “I’ll show you how to enjoy the company of a woman yet, little sis. For now, make yourself feel at home!” She grabbed the bucket from Jim without so much as glancing at him and left.
The group stood around in awkward silence, apart from Jim moaning and whimpering in never ceasing nut pain.
“I like your sister, she’s nice,” Philine suddenly said.
“Hey, just a quick question. Are we sure this guy can be here?” Morgana asked and pointed at Jim. “Or, to be more specific, are we sure his balls are allowed to be here?”
“Of course mister Jim can be here!” Philine shouted, shocking the others with her sudden outburst. “Sorry, I just don’t like that people have this very negative view of the Sophian church when it comes to boys. It’s only when you become a monk that the sisters empty a boy’s coin purse, or when his eggs are already cracked and can’t be healed.”
She pulled a sympathetic grimace as she looked at the pitiful state of Jim. His scrotum was deep red and swollen beyond any reasonable size. He was pale, sweaty and breathing hard. His clothes were tattered and dirty, torn in some places from all the fights and adventures he had been through. Gently, Philine lifted Jim onto a bed and sat next to him.
“What are you doing?” Despina asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The amiable girl laid Jim’s head on her lap and carefully stroked a soft hand over the many bulges of his nutsack. He was too weak and worn out to stop her or protest. The only reaction Jim showed was sharply drawing in breath whenever Philine’s hand caressed a particularly sore spot on his nutsack, taking note to avoid it.
“Mister Jim isn’t well, that’s clear to see. He needs to be cared for,” Philine said. Another gasp from Jim made her look down again. “Is that where one of your broken walnuts is? Shh, it’s fine, I won’t touch you there any more,” Philine gently cooed.
“I don’t think I want to be here for this kind of care,” Morgana muttered.
The catgirl was proven right when, moments later, Philine lifted her shirt. Her heavy breasts flopped out, the movement sending a jiggle through them that didn’t seem to want to stop. Her free hand lifted one of the full tits, sticking it into Jim’s face. “There, there, nurse on my boobies, alright? That always makes boys calm down…”
“Oh Goddess…” Morgana said.
“He doesn’t deserve this! You can’t reward him just because his stupid balls hurt a little!” Despina protested but Philine continued. “At least punch his nuts while you let him… do that!”
Philine shook her head, stroking the basketball-sized nutsack. “Only bad boys get their milkbags punched, right, mister Jim? Since you were a good boy, you can drink my milkies.”
“Right, I’m out.” Morgana left the room, fiercely blushing.
Despina meanwhile still stood there, before deciding to finally sit down on the bed opposite Jim and Philine. She grumbled something, but her gaze was fixed entirely on the bloated mess of balls across the room. Balls that, despite Philine’s *care*, still undoubtedly hurt.
Sweet, warm milk flooded his tongue, all while the scent of Philine's body enveloped him. She gently stroked his nuts and despite the occasional jolt of pain her ministrations produced in his nuts when she found a ball that the girls had cracked open, he grew erect. Thankfully, Despina didn't seem to notice over his bloated nuts and Philine just chuckled at feeling his half chub bump against her arm.
The strange situation continued for more than half an hour, during which neither of the three said anything.
It was Philine who finally broke the silence when she noticed the gentle suckling on her breast slowed. “Oh, are you feeling better already, mister Jim?”
“A b-bit… thanks, Philine,” he squeaked. A little milk moustache graced his upper lip. “Despina,” he said firmly, locking eyes with the redhead.
Startled, her eyes flitted from his nuts to his face.
“I need to ask you for a favour and it’s… it’s a big one. Please, I need your help.”
She scoffed. “Let me guess, you probably want me to rub your dick like Ina did? Or better yet, you want me to suck you off? Pff, keep dreaming.”
“Despina, please listen, I’m serious.” She made a non-committal hum, folding her arms over her chest. “I need you to get rid of this curse for me. I need you to pop my balls.”
The redhead froze. Several seconds passed without her moving an inch, not even taking a breath.
“Did you hear me?”
“What… ahm, what was that?” she asked with a hoarse, shaky voice.
“I need to get rid of these additional balls, there’s no way around it. I can’t fight like this, I can’t save Liri like this. I would be a sitting duck for anyone, especially demons. So, I need you to bring me down to a… reasonable amount of balls. I need you to rupture my testicles, all but two of course.”
“Hah, i-is that so…” Slowly, she got up. The princess was moving towards them, but her steps were still slow and tottering. “In that case, I would need to inspect your sack, you kn-know? See how many balls you have sprouted, where… uhm, where they are, things like that.” She breathed fitfully, her hands wrapped around her mid. Despina stared wild-eyed at Jim’s giant ballbag.
“Yes, I understand. I know this will probably- Despina!?”
The redhead suddenly cried out and fell to the ground. Her head was a wild sea of firey hair strewn all around her, while the princess convulsed and twitched.
“Miss Despina, are you alright?” Philine asked.
“Y-yeah, I’- f-fine…” She looked up, fire in her eyes. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth and her face was as red as a cherry. “It’s just, I just came a little…”
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*Happy Easter! Insert egg-related pun here. Family kept me busy soi I only managed to write half a chapter this week. I guess I’m officially down to writing only three chapters ahead. But I think I can finish the story around the early 70s chapters.*
