Alex and Emily Part 1

**PLEASE READ THIS DESCRIPTION FIRST!!! A/N** I've been a long time reader of this sub; however this is my first post! Some warnings; this contains some pretty specific and fairly gruesome aspects of my personal ballbusting interests; namely cartoonish sound effects, physical changes due to chemical injection, a bit of non-con, a bit of sweetness at the end, and a whole lot of bouncing and foot fetish. I had thought to just keep this to myself but seeing everyone here being positive and constructive made me figure it may be worth posting my first story here! Everyone is at least 20; the babysitting setting is just due to a personal experience I had when I and a long time female friend of mine were back in our 20s... we were both adults then and we are both adults now (albeit much older). Strange how that sort of stuff ends up staying in your mind; and I want to clarify that I am NOTHING like Alex (although she herself was a bit like Emily) but regardless! I hope you enjoy!

"Wow Alex, your nuts are wayyyyyyyyy stronger than my last babysitter's were!"

Alex came to, feeling a horrible blazing pain between his legs. Looking down from his position on his back tied down to under the bed he could see her, standing barefoot between his legs directly on his one remaining testicle. The terror of every babysitter in the area. He hadn't believed the stories, but now he wished he'd listened to the warnings he had heard from local men around town about her.

Emilia Chelsea Cohen.  At 20 years old, she only took babysitters in order to torment them. They called her the devil. The bane of male babysitters. The nut killer. And she was standing on his nut now, sinking deeper and deeper into his gargantuanly swollen final ball, flattening it out with the feet and weight that have broken countless beds, couches, and nuts all around town. The pain was agonizing, it would hurt to have anyone stand on your ball with their whole weight, but her extra chub from her spoiled diet of candy and fast food was turning what would have been a horribly painful experience into a indescribably tortuous one. He tried to cry out to beg her to stop, but the gag of her horribly stinky used socks she stuffed into his mouth eliminated any chance of him being able to beg for the life of his last ball, and the devilish look in the blonde brat's eyes showed Alex that his torment was just beginning.

"How do my socks taste, Alex? Pretty tasty I bet, I have people all over the world buy my socks to 'play' with," She gave him a cheeky wink, and his stomach turned. " And my boys have always told me my feet are soooo soft and perfect, so my socks probably taste like heaven!"

She could not have been further off the mark. Her socks tasted like hell, her feet were indeed as soft as she described; her soles squishy and malleable and very supple, but that was only due to the volume of SWEAT she produced from any amount of physical activity she had to do due to her extra weight. She wasn't obese by any assessment, but based on how the bottom of her tummy seemed to pop out of her far too tight tee shirt she was clearly suffering from her spoiled lifestyle. And as a result her socks were RANK, a pair of colorful pink ankle socks horribly thinned and discolored from years of being stuffed in her sweaty designer sneakers she forced her daddy to buy her and from being worn during her bouts of physical activity. These socks have likely seen the death of many a bouncy bed and couch during her day, and more than likely a fair number of balls.

She began to lightly bounce on his remaining nut, not fully leaping off of it yet but bearing her weight down more and more as her soft soles began to squish the organ flatter and flatter with every bounce in place. "I hope this ball is as bouncy as the last one Alex, but I mostly hope it's STRONGER!" And with that, she leapt into the air, feet squishing the ball to a dangerous amount of flatness in order to springboard off of it. Alex felt like he was watching her in slow motion in a horror movie; the movie's monster is about to kill the final remaining survivor. But despite the pain of her jumping off of it, while she was in the air he felt relief, his flattened ball beginning to take its previously round shape again, trying its best to regain some sort of its previous structural integrity while it had the chance. But what comes up must come down, and sure enough-

SQUISHHHHHH!

She landed again, squishing his nut flat like a water balloon thrown onto the ground. The sound was absolutely horrid, the awful squishing clearly denoting his gonad's now dire situation, barely holding on to life under her horrible treatment. But just as soon as her soles flattened his nut and it spilled out sideways from under her feet, looking far too fluid to still be a solid-

BOINGGGGGG

His bollack's inhuman resistance sprang it back into shape and threw Emily up into the air, causing her to cackle with laughter. It was mottled black and purple with bruising and abuse, swollen to the size of an oblong cantaloupe, but it held strong. He was still horrified by how she had managed to turn his ball into her personal trampoline; staring down at its unnatural size and rubberiness… he thought back to her sinking the needles into his nuts and pumping in the unspeakable green chemical… it was too horrible to think about; too disgusting to dwell on.

And so it began, same as it did before his last nut burst. She bounced and bounced, his ball faithfully managing to spring her back up every time with the strength of its impressive shells creaking and groaning but never giving, despite its innards being thoroughly mangled by her feet. Alex screamed in agony, the previous tightness in his gut being turned to a deep nausea as she mashed his last remaining testicle.

Her toes sank so deep that his nut squished between them like jello, causing him to feel like his ball was being cut into pieces. Her heels mashing its edges to barely a fraction of its original thickness made him feel like it would surely pop at any second. The ball of her foot pounding into its center made it feel like she was going to stomp a hole directly through his nut to the floor. And her soft wide instep flattened them out so far that he was almost certain it wouldn't regain its shape, but every time it dutifully did. When she bounced up the intense wobbling it produced made it seem like it wanted to follow her, as if it didn't want her feet to leave it. The pain it caused him showed that was clearly not the case, but she thought it to herself with a dirty smile on her face.

Despite it all, despite all the torture and agony, Alex 12 inch cock was hard as a diamond. Down a ball and with another on the way seemed to make no difference, his hyper virility made the option of peacefully losing a nut absolutely impossible. His cock stood in stark contrast to the pain racking his body, and along with every vicious bounce a glob of cum oozed from the top, refugees from the mangled warzone that was now his left ball. Emily loved it. She adored his ever present arousal, clear evidence of her power over this stud's insanely sized genitalia. She bounced as hard as she could, scrambling the contents of his ball, reveling in its cartoonish squishing and boinging. But on a particularly hard landing-

SPLAT! BAWOOINGGGG....SPLAT! SPROINGGGG

Alex's eyes bugged out. This sound was terrifyingly familiar. And the pain bloomed in his gut along with it made the previous pain he was in feel like nothing. It felt like a hot stake had been driven right through his ball. Emily stopped bouncing in shock, looking down at his nut, giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, THAT did not sound good!" She managed to say between giggles and snorts, "I guess Mr. Lefty here is on his way to no more bouncy town!" She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, "Are you ready to have a perfect girl like me burst your last big bad ball?"

And so she continued bouncing. And as the pain reached a new crescendo, and she could feel the fibrous flesh of his ball start to crackle and lose its composure under her feet's onslaught, Alex tried to hold in his vomit between his bouts of screaming into her socks and sobbing, and asked why on earth god would send him here. Here in total hell.

How did he end up here? And who is Emily Cohen?

Alex Hommen was his college's best linebacker. Physically imposing, he stood a solid 6 foot 5, shoulders wide and set with muscle. He had ended his high school career with a solid shot at a good future, and received a college football scholarship to attend University of Kentucky. Despite the town he lived in being fairly small, the college had a great team and he was happy to commute and get to play for the Wildcats. The final game of the season was coming up, he had managed to help his team get into the playoffs his sophomore year. He tried his best to keep distractions to a minimum; while he certainly had the ability to be popular with potential dates around him, he considered them a distraction and didn't really participate. Which was a pretty serious issue considering his biggest distraction happened to be his absolutely insatiable libido.

He was always horny. It had become difficult to hide; the older he got the more he grew and in turn the more his genitals grew as well. His cock was well close to being a foot in length at this point, and with a girth equally intimidating to match. It had become near impossible to hide his hard on, he had taken to wearing baggy pants and taping it to his inner thigh on his left leg. It hurt like hell but he couldn't keep walking to classes half bent over trying to hide his colossal erection. It didn't help that his biggest turn on was feet; and girls in his classes LOVED to wear shoes that tortured him. Flats, sandals, flip flops, and his biggest weakness: sneakers. Girls with loose fitting sneakers that would slip them off during class would drive him wild. He could only imagine all the sweat stopped up in their socks, and how soft the soles were under them. If any girl took her shoes off around him or even showed their soles a bit in a seat in front of him, he would be useless. And he would have to endure the pain of his cock straining against the tape on his leg, but it was well worth the pain to not be ridiculed.

But by far his most impressive feature was the size of his testicles. Huge and heavy, his balls had to be as big as plums, or at least damn near it. Alex found them to be a tremendous pain, constantly making it difficult to walk or even to avoid getting an accidental ball tap by just about anything in their gargantuan vicinity. He despised the size of his genitals, blaming them for his indomitable libido and the expense he had to expend in items like athletic cups and jockstraps. He had to get them specially made, and while his parents helped where they could, they weren't exactly rich. So Alex had to take up a side job that paid fairly well but still didn't require a whole lot of hours. So he ended up taking up babysitting on the side. He posted his information in his town's local facebook group and began to find a surprising amount of success!

Male babysitters were unusually common in his area (he would soon find out why) but still, his massive size made him seem like a poor fit for child care. But he had a lot of experience with his many cousins and younger siblings, so he had most every skill required for the job. He only took sitting jobs that paid well; the few wealthy folks in the surrounding area knew about Alex's reputation as an upstanding young man and a noted athlete and his gargantuan size kept them at ease in the case of any robbery that he could more than readily handle himself. So he quickly built up a reputation as a reliable sitter, and he began to make enough money to more than handle the expenses caused by his absolutely absurd genitals. 

So that's how life went for Alex. He would work hard at school, trying to handle his libido as best he could; occasionally taking extended restroom breaks in order to quickly crank one out in order to find some brief reprieve from his outstanding virility. And on weekends he would babysit for wealthy folks in the community, and with the final game coming up, it looked like his hard work was going to pay off.

That is, of course, until he met HER.

One day Alex got a message from a name he didn't initially recognize. The town he lived in was small, and he knew just about everyone who had work worth his time, but he hardly heard the name "Cohen" before. He opened the message curiously, and it read this:

"Hi Alex, we had heard you babysit at short notice. We recently had a sitter walk out on us and were hoping you would be available for this upcoming weekend."

Alex's eyes widened. He recognized this name now. These were the parents of the worst babysitting job in the state; potentially the entire south. Emilia Chelsea Cohen. The devil herself. Satan in the body of a 20 year old. Too old for a sitter but too irresponsible to be left home alone despite being well out of school. Her family only took male babysitters because too many female babysitters couldn't handle how aggressive she was. The men that were convinced to try babysitting her were often never the same after, and NEVER came back to do it again. They lived in a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere. They were desperate to get away from this demon of theirs. They were-

…They were offering a whole lot of money. More than Alex had ever gotten from a single job. It was such an insane amount. He didn't know babysitting numbers could have three zeroes. They were THAT desperate to get away from their daughter? This job couldn't be worth it.

Buttttt... the money spoke for itself. And this was the last job before the game, so he could really use the money. Alex responded with a resounding 'yes' and was overjoyed at his luck.

"After all," he thought to himself, "how bad could one brat be?"He pulled up to the house in his car at a prompt 6 pm. This place was really out in the boonies, he didn't think there was any sign of civilization within even 30 minutes of this place in any direction. How did they get this house out here?

If the mobile home sized shack in front of him could even be called a house. It was a single floor, maybe 2 bedrooms, and ran down as shit. Alex was surprised the roof wasn't caved in. What a strange place. He shook his head free of those thoughts and walked up to knock on the door.

He didn't even get the chance to however, because as soon as he came close to the door it was ripped open. He stood in total shock in front of a very bedraggled looking woman. Short and thin as a rail, her eyes were bagged and her hair was a total rat's nest. But her nice black dress seemed to show that she was ready to go somewhere.

"Oh ALEX!" she screamed at him, "I'm so glad you're here! You're right on time!"

She was flying in a million different directions. Quickly she ushered him inside and shouted to her husband that the babysitter was here. She ran him through the usual stuff, the fridge was free game, showed him where the restroom is and gave him an advance on the job unusually enough. Afterwards she brought him to her room with her husband, who himself was about the same as her. A tad taller perhaps. Balding and thin as can be, he wore a suit that seemed far too big for him. He regarded Alex with a grunt and a gruff thanks, told his wife he would be in the car, and promptly walked outside. She told Alex he was welcome to stay in here if he liked, their bed wasn't quite big enough for him but she told him if he wanted to use the couch he was welcome to that too. The room was... unusually small. Even for this house. In fact, both the kitchen and the living room were strangely small too. This house must have more rooms than he previously believed.

She ushered him out of her bedroom and toward a door down the hall. Alex figured this must lead to other rooms, considering the standard size of rooms in this house seemed so small. Behind the door he could hear a very rhythmic squeaking and creaking. He couldn't seem to place what the noise was.

"Okay!" the woman shouted out of nowhere "Now that you understand the lay of the land I figure you should meet who you're sitting! Our angel!" and then she opened the door.

Big. The room was big. At least 3 times the size of the other rooms, maybe more. And holy crap was it colorful. It looked like a rainbow had puked directly onto the walls. And the whole place was COATED with toys. Toys on the floor. Bins filled with stuffed animals. Massive collections of legos. If there was something that could be even described as a surface, there were toys on it. And on the side of the room opposite the door was the strangest sight.

Surrounded by mountains of toys and candy there was just a little twin bed. The head of it seemed a little ornate, but other than that that was the smallest single thing in the room. Purple pillows and covers were currently set on it. It seemed kind of silly for there to be such a small bed in such a massive room. But he didn't really have time to think about that, considering the bed was currently being horribly abused by its owner.

No taller than 5 feet 2 inches at most, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, in a white skirt that seemed far too short and a pink tee shirt that seemed far too small, the terror of babysitting bounced atop her bed with a vicious vigor Alex had never seen. Sure, people bounce on the bed, but they do it because they like the activity, but her bounces were so... brutal. Laughing cacophonously and bearing her chubby weight as hard as she could onto her poor twin bed, Emilia Chelsea Cohen bounced with what seemed like deliberate intent to BREAK her bed. The sounds the bed made were just plain awful. Her feet made the mattress flop around like a blanket in a windstorm. Her boxspring rattled with a noise like she was shooting it with a machine gun. And the poor bed frame, it bent and bowed like a piece of rubber. He was shocked the bed was holding together.

"Uh, Emily? I hate to interrupt but uh, your father and I are going now, we'll be back on Monday," the woman said nervously, not even daring to try to make eye contact with the girl bouncing on her bed.

Alex stared at the woman in total shock. 'Is she THIS scared of this girl? Who the hell is she?'

As if to answer the question, the girl gave her bed a MIGHTY bounce, and landed harshly on her butt onto it, causing it to for a second, lose any semblance of bed shape, seeming more like a trampoline than a bed. But just when he thought it would break, it sprang her back up, landing her on her ass as she slowly bounced to a stop. She stayed on her bed seated, feet out. And then Alex saw them.

Her feet were… perfect. They looked softer than silk. Soft and pliable and absolutely flawless. Even her heel looked soft! She had the most perfect feet he’d ever seen.

'Oh god no!' he thought to himself, 'Now is not the time to be thinking like that! Get it together Hommen! We’re here for business!'

Shaking his head, Alex quickly threw those thoughts out of his mind. But his cock signaled how honest his body was being. But luckily his baggy jeans and taped down member perfectly hid his shame.

The girl looked at the woman and smiled. "Okay Mommy, I hope you both have fun! Just remember to get me a gift!"

The woman visibly shrunk at this response "O-of course honey! Mommy and Daddy wouldn't dream of not getting you a gift! We'll get you something very fun!"

"YAYYYYY! Thank you Mommy, you can go now!"

Alex was puzzled by this. The DAUGHTER tells her PARENTS when they can go?

"Thank you so much Princess!" the woman seemed to swell with joy, "We'll be back very soon. And here is your new sitter, his name is Alex Hommen! He’s a football player and attended your old high school a few years ago! Please uh, play nice with him... if you... could.”

"Of course Mommy, why wouldn't I play nice?" The girl was still smiling, but at the end of that sentence, there was definite venom there Alex noted.

The woman shrank down again, "Of course Princess, you always play so good and nice. So I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun this weekend!"

"We will Mommy, I promise! Please leave now, I want to get back to playing!"

The woman once again seemed struck with fear and then backed toward the door. "Of course Princess, we'll see you soon!" and with that, she ran out the door and out of the house. 

Leaving just Alex and HER.

After her mother left she turned her gaze to Alex, big blue eyes scanning him up and down. She smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re really tall!” She said with a smile and a giggle. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun!”

Alex could barely hear her, his eyes were drawn to her feet. They looked so… perfect. She regarded his gaping stare very quizzically, until she saw what he was staring at. She traced his line of sight to her feet and then-

She winked at him, playfully sticking her tongue out at him.

“Oh wow Mister, you really are a pervert huh? You shouldn’t stare at a lady’s feet like that! You could get into a lot of trouble that way…” she held up her feet into the air, wiggling her toes and wrinkling her soft soles in a way clearly meant to tease him. “Why don’t you come over here and get your punishment?”

Alex’s legs moved of their own accord. He walked towards her, and when she gestured for him to kneel at the foot of the bed he followed her orders, kneeling before her. Despite her sitting on a full frame mattress and box spring combo he was still taller than her while he was kneeling.

“Do you want to touch my feet Mr. Pervert?” She asked. “I would let you touch them if you asked nicely.”

Alex realized how dry his mouth was from gaping open the entire time. He quickly cleared his throat before his own mouth surprised him.

“Yes please.”

The smallest utterance of weakness that ruined his life. Her gorgeous face smiled devilishly and leaned her feet into his lap. He was shaking like a leaf as his hands rose to touch them. And sure enough they were the SOFTEST feet he’d ever touched. They felt like they’d never even touched the ground. They were smooth and soft to the touch, but when pressure was applied to the soles he found them to be squishy and pliable, his massive thumb managing to almost disappear into her perfect instep. The balls of her feet were equally soft, not as squishy but so smooth and still unusually malleable. Her toes were the perfect size, not horribly long but distinct enough to not just be little buttons on the top of her feet. And her heel seemed so much more untainted than any heels he’d ever seen. No callousness, no roughness, all smooth and soft. He touched all over them and reveled in them. She giggled and let out a light moan.

“That massage feels so good Mister,” she teased, moaning a little louder. “I would love to return the favor.” And faster than he could imagine her toes deftly undid the button on his jeans. He couldn’t fathom this happening. This was so wrong. But her feet-

He followed her line of thinking and undid his pants. He pulled them down, along with his underwear to reveal his greatest shame. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

Massive and thick, his cock strained against the tape along his left leg, and swollen and throbbing with arousal were his massive bull balls, bisected down the middle of his sack by his cock. Emily was silent for a second, regarding the absolutely absurd size of his genitals. When he looked up to meet her eyes, he found them staring so hard at them she seemed to be boring a hole directly into them with her gaze. She looked… hungry. Like a predator. His cock throbbed.

“Oh WOW Mister,” she started “You’re so BIG!” Her toes started to peel off the tape along his cock, and while it was painful, the feeling of her feet enveloping his cock made everything so worth it.

“Now it's my turn to give you a massage,'' she giggled as his gargantuan member stood tall to attention before her. She began to stroke it up and down, her impossibly soft soles leaving no part of his cock untouched by her absolutely perfect instep, showing just how squishy her soles were. They shaped around his cock perfectly, and even though they were just barely big enough to wrap around it, her sole’s silky malleability showed just how perfect her feet really were. This was better than any jack off session he’d ever had. Hell, it was better than anything before. Alex was no virgin, he’d gotten blowjobs and footjobs before and had gone all the way with girls in the past but this brat’s feet put every pussy he’d ever been in before to absolute shame. Her stroking got faster, and his balls began to tighten as her flawless feet played with his head and stroked all the way down to the base of his cock. He was about to come.

“Emily I-” he began, but she was quickly cut off by a feeling of horrible pain. She had stopped stroking with one foot and had dug her toes directly into his right ball. He felt the feeling of her toes wiggling into his nerve packed organ and let out a wail. She frowned.

“You are to call me Princess, do you understand me?” She sounded so authoritative, he simply nodded in response, unable to find his voice through the nutpain. She gave him a smile and drew her foot back to his cock. The pain was horrible but that was quickly replaced by pleasure as she helped build him back to what was shaping up to be an incredible orgasm. He shifted off his knees onto his ass, his balls against the floor and his legs outstretched under her bed.

“Princess, I’m gonna come,” he finally managed to wheeze out. She gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh no Mister, only perverts come to princess’s feets!” She giggled, “If you think you’re gonna come I’m gonna have to punish you.”

He barely heard what she had just said. He was building up to a phenomenal orgasm. His balls tightened in their sack, he began to moan “Oh god YES FUCK-”

And again, his pleasure was cut off. But this time there were no feet remaining on his cock, both feet were now on his balls, flattening them out more than they ever had been before. He looked up at her and saw her giving him the most evil grin he’d ever seen.

“Oh no mister pervert, princess had to save you there!” She began to laugh out loud, a ringing bell of beauty and terror. “I can’t let you become a total pervert or else you’ll go to hell!”

Her feet began to really torture his balls. Her toes scrambled their sensitive centers, her soles flattened them dangerously far, spilling out on either side of her feet. He began to scream in pain, the agony almost unbearable. She regarded him with a sultry look, the eyes of her smile half lidded with what seemed like pleasure. THIS is what she was waiting for.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun mister,” she teased, and pulled her feet off of Alex’s tortured testes. He quickly covered his balls out of instinct and curled into a ball, his body automatically using itself to cover his most precious parts. She laughed at his whining and moaning in pain and stood up to begin bouncing on her bed again. She started bouncing as hard as she could and began singing “It’s time to have fun, it’s time to have fun” over and over again like a teasing mantra. When the pain in Alex’s nuts finally subsided enough for him to uncurl, what pain remaining turned into blind rage.

“You bitch,” he started to shout, moving to grab Emily, but as he neared the side of the bed she landed a mighty bounce that bent the whole bed low enough so that she could score a solid kick on his nuts on the bounce up. 

CRUNCH

Alex’s eyes widened as the intense pain from the force of the bouncing kick reverberated through his body. She had perfectly nailed him in his right ball again, clearly deliberately aiming for the nut that had taken the most damage. She could feel it squish between the top of her foot and his pelvis and loved the feeling of her toes digging deep into the organ on the hit. He fell backwards onto the ground again and she continued bouncing and laughing at his expense.

“Oopsie!” she giggled in feigned innocence, and landed her ass once more on her bed with a mighty drop. The bed made a very audible cracking noise on that landing. She loomed over Alex’s prone form, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“You really shouldn't try to hurt me like that mister, I’ve got a cell phone and if you even touch me a little I’ll call the police on you.”

Alex managed to hear her threat through his moans of pain. “What makes them think they’ll believe you over me over you BRAT?” He spat, “I’ve got a totally clean record, and everybody knows how much of a nightmare you are!”

She gave him a fake sad face as if offended by his words, but she broke almost immediately, descending into a massive bout of laughter.

“Well that would be really bad for me, if my Grandpa wasn’t head of the police department out here!”

“WHAT?!?!” Alex shouted. “There’s no way!”

Getting up from her bed, she skipped to her dresser and grabbed a bright pink smartphone. She ran back at the bed, leaping into a body slam on it on her return. The bed let out another huge crack. She moved back to sitting on it over his body, and absentmindedly pulled a lego block she had stepped on without noticing out of her sole before looking at the phone.

‘Jesus her feet are SO fucking soft!’ Alex thought to himself despite the pain she had just put him through. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his mind. The pain had subsided enough for him to be able to move again and tried to quickly get up in order to grab ahold of her, but as he moved his arms behind him to brace himself to stand, she was suddenly between his legs, and with her left foot let a mighty stomp down on his balls.

CRA-CRUNCH

He wailed again in pain, massive hands moving to grab her ankles to pull her off, but when she saw his hands move she leaned more of her weight onto his balls with an evil grin and his hands fell to the sides as he screamed.

This couldn’t be good. Looking down at his balls he could see them ballooning out from under the weight of her foot. He knew that couldn’t be healthy.

“They’re so mushy!” She squealed, and continued to apply pressure as she began browsing her phone. When she found what she wanted, she showed Alex the screen. When she noticed his eyes were closed from the pain, she applied more pressure, squishing the rubbery orbs even flatter.

SQUISH. Alex felt his stomach coil and flip as the pain made his head spin.

“Hey look here pervert,” She commanded. He managed to barely squint open his eyes through the pain and saw a google search showing the name of the local police station. He glared at her.

She took his clear anger in stride and dialed the number, putting the phone on speaker. It rang for a bit and then came the answer.

“Police department, if this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911. What can I help you with?”

Holy shit it actually was the police. “Hi Anna!” Emily replied with a sweet voice, “Is my Grandpa there?”

“Oh hi Emily! Yes he’s here, let me tell him you’re on the line.” There was silence for a few seconds. “Okay Emily, I’m connecting you to him now!”

“Thank you Anna!” Emily said, still speaking with that sickeningly sweet tone, clearly playing up the innocent angle. After a bit more ringing, another voice answered.

“Well HI there Emmy Bear!” This voice was clearly aged, and a tad gruff.

“Hi pop-pop! How’s work?”

“Oh it's a pain today baby doll, a real pain,” the man responded. “Sometimes I wonder if taking this job was really worth all the trouble. I like the money, but being chief of police really does take a toll on you. Too much paperwork.”

‘SHE WASN’T LYING?’ Alex screamed internally, ‘THIS BRAT’S GRANDFATHER REALLY IS THE CHIEF OF POLICE??’

“Oh I’m so sorry pop-pop! You know I appreciate how much you do for us, it means the world!” She looked at Alex’s clear bewilderment, smiling at his baffled expression as she started pumping her foot on his balls. These weren’t quite as brutal as stomps, but they were still seriously painful as her soles continually flattened and mashed his slowly swelling organs. He could see them starting to turn red from the abuse. She gave Alex a particularly hard pump, her toes squishing into the top of his left ball, baubles of his nutmeat squeezing between her toes. He let out a cry of pain.

The tone of the voice on the other line suddenly darkened. “Emily, that doesn’t sound like your father,” it growled, “Who is that with you?”

She gave Alex a truly evil look. “Oh that’s just my new babysitter, Alex Hommen. He’s from college!”

SQUISHHH. Emily was back to pressing weight into his nads, and now she had to be applying a vast majority of her weight. He could see the bottom of her tummy from his angle on the floor. She was definitely a little overweight, he sincerely doubted his nuts could take all of it.

“I see,” the voice said, “are you uh, currently ‘playing’ with him?”

“Oh yes pop-pop. And he’s being very mean!” She looked Alex right in the eye. “He threatened to call the police on me! Can you please tell Alex what happens to babysitters that would ever try to hurt lil’ princess?”

“Of course Emmy-bear! Any boys that would ever dare hurt you- I’ll make sure they disappear.”

Alex couldn’t believe what he just heard. He couldn’t take it. The pain. The fear. It was like he was stuck in a nightmare. He started to pass out.

“Okay pop-pop, his face just turned white, I think you proved your point! I’ll see you soon! Love you!”

“Of course princess, I’ll try to come by around Monday in case he doesn’t last! Love you too!”

Emily hung up the phone and threw it on her bed. She stared directly at Alex again. “Do you see now Alex? You’re gonna have to play with me. All. Weekend.”

As Alex’s vision started to black she pulled her feet off his balls and gave him a wink. “And if how much punishment your balls can take right now is any indication-”

SQUASHHHHHH CRUNCH

Emily had leapt from her bed directly into his balls, bearing down all her weight onto his massive tortured babymakers. The doughy spheres ballooned out under her weight and he could feel them flatten to a thickness he didn’t know was possible, feeling as if she had jumped right through his balls onto the floor. His vocal cords were too abused to let out anything other than a silent bellow of pain.

“-This is gonna be the longest playtime yet!” She giggled and gave him a wink as he finally fell into darkness.

Thanks for reading! Part 2 will come soon!