Piggy’s Balls – Chapters 5, 6 & 7: Jodie the Evil Girlfriend (Mallet Hits)
**Disclaimer:** These stories are a work of fiction. None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted.
Here are the previous chapters.
* [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/105f9yu/piggys_balls_chapter_1_planning_threats_intro/) (Planning, Threats)
* [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/109z0ne/piggys_balls_chapter_2_new_friends_punching/) (Punching)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4hsd/piggys_balls_chapter_3_the_thrill_of_victory_the/) (Crushing)
* [Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4w7c/piggys_balls_chapter_4_playing_simon_hammering/) (hammering)
# Piggy’s Balls Chapter 5: Jodie, the evil girlfriend (Setup)
Jodie hadn’t been able to get Piggy’s balls out of her head ever since she’d had a chance to play with them. Watching them bounce when she hit them with the hammer—especially the real one—had lit something up inside her. She’d always been fascinated by how boys tried so hard to protect their crotch. Piggy hadn’t protected his at all. He’d just shown them to her like it was nothing.
She was sitting alone at a table in the student union, daydreaming about how many times she could have hammered those big, smooth nuts before they finally broke for good. Would they bounce even more once they swelled up? Why had the other girls made her stop?
Her phone buzzed with another stupid Facebook notification from Karen. Jodie rolled her eyes, finished her drink, and stood up. That was when her eyes landed miraculously on Piggy. He was cutting through the union and hadn’t seen her yet. Her gaze dropped straight to his crotch. She couldn’t see anything through the khaki shorts, but she sure wanted to.
Dropping her empty cup on the table, she rushed after him. He had a good lead, and people looked her way as she hustled through the busy thoroughfare. She finally caught Piggy just outside the doors.
“Hey Piggy! How are your balls?” she blurted, way too loud. A dozen students glanced over.
Piggy drew up short, face confused. “Uh… Hi Jodie… uh… how are you?”
“How are your balls?” she asked again, still loud.
“Uh… fine.” A little panic crept into his voice. “They always bounce back.”
Bounce. That word sent a happy little jolt through her. She fell into step beside him, trying to act natural. The silence stretched a second too long.
“Uh… you have really pretty balls,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” Piggy replied.
Jodie tried again. “And that mushroom at the top of your penis is neat.”
Piggy looked directly at her, actually impressed.
“It’s like a mushroom so good, we save it for supper instead of feeding it to the hogs,” she added.
Piggy giggled. “Are you saying you want to eat my penis?”
“YES!” she answered, too eager. Then she caught herself. “Uh… I mean… yeah. I want to be your girlfriend, and I’ll eat your dick.”
Students nearby openly stared.
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Piggy asked, surprised.
“Yes,” she said confidently. “We should go out to eat tonight. I have granny’s old car and can drive.”
Piggy thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve got Chemistry Lab right now, but I’ll be done at 5:30.”
“Great. Meet me by the couches in front of the bookstore.”
“Okay. It’s a date,” he said, stopping at the entrance to Calvin Hall.
“Great!” Jodie replied, then turned awkwardly and headed for her car. She already had shopping to do.
# Piggy’s Balls Chapter 6: Jodie’s shopping trip (Setup)
Jodie rushed straight to Ace Hardware. She had to be quick if she was going to make it back in time to pick Piggy up for their first real date. The second she had walked away from him in the student union, she realized she didn’t own a single hammer — and she *really* wanted to see those big, smooth balls bounce again.
She stood in the hammer aisle, eyes wide, weighing her options. No toy hammers here, but the claw hammer from the other night had felt so much better anyway. She picked one up, testing its weight, already imagining the satisfying smack it would make when it slammed into Piggy’s sack. Then her gaze landed on a heavy five-pound hammer. She hefted it. *This one might actually squish them flat,* she thought with a little shiver of excitement. Into the basket it went.
Next she spotted a thick rubber carpenter’s mallet. Perfect. Rubber would make those nuts bounce like crazy. She grabbed it too, then — just to be safe — added the claw hammer as well.
On the way to the register she realized three hammers and no nails would look weird, so she snatched a box of 3½-inch nails. She paid, practically skipping back to the car with the heavy bag swinging beside her.
Once she was behind the wheel, she couldn’t wait. She drove to the far corner of the giant Walmart parking lot, killed the engine, and yanked the rubber mallet out of the bag. Her free hand was already down her shorts. She closed her eyes and pictured Piggy’s fat, shaved balls stretched out on the gravel, bouncing and flattening under every swing. It only took her a minute to cum — hard — biting her lip so she wouldn’t moan too loud.
Still breathing fast, she tossed the mallet into the glove box, hid the rest of the bag in the trunk, and peeled out of the lot. Ten minutes later she pulled up to the bookstore couches exactly on time. Piggy was already waiting, looking nervous and excited. He climbed in, and she grinned the whole drive to the old drive-in on the edge of town.
# Piggy’s Balls Chapter 7: The date (Mallet Hits)
Jodie parked way out back—gravel crunching, movie lights dim like dying fireflies. She killed the engine, turned to Piggy with that crooked, eager grin.
"Out we go, sugar. Need room for some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff."
Piggy's eyes lit up—wide, stupid-happy. "Boyfriend—girlfriend? Like... real? You mean—me?" He scrambled out fast, almost tripping, voice cracking. "I've never—nobody's ever—yes! Yes, please!"
She peeled off her dress—slow, tits spilling free, pale and heavy. "C'mere."
She pulled him close—lips crashing into his. Wet, sloppy, tongue shoving past teeth. He moaned into her mouth, hands fumbling at her waist like he'd never touched skin before.
"Mmm. Now lean on the trunk."
Shorts down. Balls swung—huge, smooth, dangling like prize-winning melons at the fair. Dick? Tiny, pink, barely there.
"Ooh-wee," she breathed, "bigger'n a prize boar's sack. But that little mushroom... reckon it's sweet. Like a cherry just past ripe."
She hefted the mallet. "I wanna suck your dick later. But first... I really wanna see those balls bounce."
Piggy swallowed. "Jodie—uh, maybe just... a little? I wanna make you happy, but please go slow"
She tilted her head, eyes big. "Aw, honey. If I don’t have a slow gear. All gas no breaks. But don’t worry I wanna make it real sweet after. Real good. Mouth-on-you good. Don't you wanna do that?"
He nodded—desperate, breathless. "Y-yeah. I want … mouth stuff."
“Well OK then, time for some bouncing nuts”
She lined up—tongue between teeth—then swung with everything. Full force.
It partially missed. The Mallet clipped the left side of piggie’s giant balls when then slapped against his right thigh like wet meat. Piggy yelped, knees buckling.
"Damn." She knelt beside him as he squirmed on the ground. "Hold still."
"Wait—Jodie, please—slow down—"
Swing—dead-on. Rubber thudded square, flattening both nuts. Piggy's world exploded—air punched out, legs folded, hands clawing nothing. Breath gone. Vision pulsing.
"Jodie—oh god—oh god—oh god—please—"
She paused, eyes locked on the sack—already pinkening, is it bigger already? "Look at that... left one's squished flatter. Wonder what makes it swell so nice. Does it inflate like a balloon?"
She swings a Third time. It landed with a sickening thud. "Ooh, that one popped sideways—like a grape under boot. Reckon the next'll bruise deeper."
She raised the mallet higher, bringing it crashing down. Crack. "See how it dimples? Like a cow pie that just got stepped in. Bet the inside's getting all squishy about now."
Piggy, gasping desperately, gets out a “Please no more!”
"If I stop now, you don't get the suck. And I your little pecker in my mouth. Don't you want that too?"
He whimpered—pitiful, broken. "Y-yes... but… but…"
"Well, that settles it." She swung again, full weight. Thud. His hips jerked; tears leaked. "Mmm... look at those nuts turning nice and purple. Like some of them fancy japanese sweet taters. How big they gonna get before they just pop?"
Aroused by the idea she sped up a flurry of blows landed on Piggie’s giant balls. The Sixth, seventh, eighth hit all landed with sickening power.
Piggie thrashed about like a fish unable to find air, or move more than a squirm or two that was easily overcome by Jodie’s powerful frame.
"Faster! Faster! Make 'em jiggle!" Jodie cheered herself on.
By the tenth hit, he was limp—twitching, eyes rolled back. A slight pause gave instincts enough time to kick in, and he curled up protectively his body naturally choosing to try and defend his abused testicles.
Jodie grabbed his ankles—stronger than she looked—yanked them up. "Nuh-uh. No hidin'. You wanna get your little pecker sucked later? You better let me finish."
She pinned his legs apart with her knees—tits flopping about as she did so. Then another thud from the hammer. She appraises her work: "Right in the middle of them nuts. Look how flat it gets, then bounces back." Thwap. "Now the whole bag's lopsided. Bet the right one's bigger than an apple, and the insides swelled up with fillen’"
"Stop—please—Jodie—I can't—"
She paused. Traced bruises on the mangled ballsac—gentle. "Reckon you earned it."
His dick was soft, but as soon as she spit in her hand and rubbed it a bit, it hardened some. She sucked in into her mouth. Her clumsy tongue poking at it, and then seeing his reaction, she started running her tongue back and forward across his pee slit.
Piggie went from a horrifying nut pain to an all new type of discomfort. “Too much tongue!”
Jodie looks up, dick sliding down her chin. “Too much tongue? Should I use my teeth instead?”
“No..” piggie tried to explain. “That isn’t how it works. You gotta move up and down the shaft. The head is too sensitive.”
“Too sensitive?” It didn’t really make sense to Jodie, but she was hoping if she did what he wanted, she could have another round pounding his balls, so she leaned down and tried to go up and down his shaft with her mouth sucking.
“It’s still…” Piggie tries to give some direction
Jodie is done with his blabbering, so she gets a handful of nut meat, and gives it a good squeeze. He explodes into her mouth.
It’s warm. It’s salty. Maybe tastes like some really bad chowder. She swallows it, then wipes off her mouth.
“So the secret is you got to squeeze it out like you are juicing an orange.” she says, explaining the lesson she learned. “You got any more in there?”
Piggie is overwhelmed. Bliss. Pain. Feelings. He has never had a blowjob before. He looks up to see Jodie raising the mallet again.
“Best git it all out.” she says as she crashes the 1 lbs head into his sensitive nut meat.
Piggy arched—new pain, something he has never felt before. Empty balls take a blow so much harder. Piggy passed into darkness as Jodie swung again.
After a third meaty slap of the mallet into Piggie’s beautiful nuts, Jodie decided she had gotten all that goo out. She dropped the mallet. Laying down beside him—tits pressed to his side, arm over his chest.
She kissed him—soft at first, then deeper. Tongue sliding in. He wasn't there—just shallow breaths, body limp.
She kept going—lips on lips, hand stroking his cheek. Slowly he stirred—eyes fluttering, registering her mouth, her warmth. A weak moan escaped.
"Mmm," she murmured against him. "Was it good for you?"
She grabbed his limp hands—guided them up—pressed them to her tits. "Go ahead. Get a good grip of titty. They feel good to you?"
His fingers curled—slow, dazed—squeezing. She arched into it. "That's it. All yours tonight."
He blinked—pain screaming, but her body... warm, open. *Did he like that? Was it worth the abuse?*
His voice came out tiny, cracked. "Jodie... thanks for giving me a… a…?"
She smiled—soft, almost sweet. "A pecker suckin?"
“Yeah, that. Uh. Thanks!”
“Any time buddy.” she assures him. It was the wrong thing to say, but actions spoke louder than words, so hopefully good enough.
Piggy didn’t really know how to respond, so he just said, “Thanks”.
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**Author's Note:** Sorry for the years of delay. I never found an editor that was a good fit. I finally found an AI tool to assist me with editing. It is my hope to post more regularly now that I have an AI assistant. I have a full outline for this entire story cycle, so generating future chapters should be fast.
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