Revelation of Weakness Chapter 1

***This story is technically a repost from a previous account. Expect a new chapter 2 to be posted soon. This concept is inspired by a Norse Myth where Loki had to make an angry giantess smile***.

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Sadie strode down the winter worn streets of her neighborhood, relieved to finally be out of the office. “Please let it be busy as possible next week,” she grumbled, washing down her contempt for gossiping coworkers with a sip of cold brew. “I’d rather everyone be buried in too much work to talk.” 

Today’s Rumor Mill topic had been Sadie’s overly serious, no-nonsense demeanor. Consensus was that being so “Freakishly Tall” shattered any chance at a love life and turned her heart to coal. While it was true that most guys weren’t into girls that towered over them the way Sadie did, it was a complete farce to think she wasn’t fully onboard with scaring them away. *‘Why the hell would I wear these then?’* She thought, referring to the high boots significantly adding to her already imposing height. Their lengthy heels continuing to carve deep pits in the snow, as her waist length hair billowed in dark strands behind her. 

Going for a longer sip, Sadie returned the drink container to its high perch in her mouth. She was careful not to spill any onto her soft turtleneck below – but would have gladly taken the stains over the grating sound that followed. An all too familiar, and all too annoying voice sent her brows furrowing further than usual. 

“Theeeerrrrrrre shhheeeeeee iiiiiiiiisss!*”* It was Luke. Yet. Again. 

Wrapped in bulging winter-wear, this boisterous man gave proper perspective to the cold climate. Something heavily downplayed by the open trench coat lining the steep mountainous figure before him. Standing just barely at breast height, he had to angle his beanie covered head quite a bit to meet her scathing, amber colored glare. It shot daggers of disdain clean through his skull. 

“How’s my lovely Heron holding up?” he sang. 

Cutting to the chase, Sadie craned her body forward, closing the climbing distance between their heads. Luke saw the way her downturned lips began to purse as she bent toward him. He got on tip toes and puckered up himself, expecting his many advances to finally be answered with a tender kiss. That wasn’t at all what this leaning lady of contempt had in mind, of course. She held her face as close as she could to his without having to suffer contact and unloaded the rest of the cold brew in a geyser of spit. Making sure to plaster the mixture of caffeine and saliva all over Luke’s stupid face.   

“Don’t call me that,” she stormed off. 

Sadie first had the displeasure of hearing Luke’s voice at her sister’s party. The fact that she could be spotted at any get-together at all was a miracle, but Kate needed last minute help with decorations, and Sadie did owe her fraternal twin a favor. In the few minutes Sadie spent hanging ceiling ornaments (before immediately leaving), she managed to attract Luke’s attention and had to tell him off twice.  

Other guests tried to dissuade Luke from pursuing Kate’s sibling. They warned that he was dealing with “THE BIGGEST BITCH ON THE GLOBE,*”* who was nothing like the little ball of sunshine everyone loved. How she always had a stick up her ass and seemed to genuinely hate everyone. People even pointed to the family photos that hung on Kate’s wall, noting that no depiction of Sadie – not even from the earliest birthdays the twins shared – was free of the very same angry scowl she donned today.  

It was a lost cause. Even weeks after the party, as he wiped the grime from his eyes, Luke refused to learn his lesson. The cowards just didn’t get it, all an anti-social girl needed was to be conquered a man like him. Sure, she was a frigid cunt, but the prize was also significantly scaled up: A heavy set of jugs, accommodatingly raised rear, and legs that went on *forever*. 

“Aww, don’t be like that babe,” he pleaded, chasing after her. “You don’t need to spend your whole life miserable.” 

That won him an empty coffee cup, lobbed directly at his head. “What I don’t need is you wasting my time!” 

She understood what he was after; the class of low-lives that said whatever they could to sow their oats was known to Sadie. Though this was an especially persistent insect that bounced back as many times as he was swatted. A firmer hand would do the trick, but for better or worse, Sadie didn’t feel like maiming someone who stood no chance at being a physical threat.  

Undaunted, Luke overtook the sullen woman’s march. He knew he could do it; he’d be the one to melt this Ice Queen and scoop up the warm interior. “Just give me a chance, Sadie. I’ll make you happy.” He swung back into her view, raising a finger between them. “One hour at your place. If I can’t make you smile by then, you will never see me again-” 

That last part. That was ALL she needed to hear.  

***CLAP!*** 

Before he had any chance to react, Sadie had snatched Luke’s hand. “Deal” she answered, squashing it within her larger fist to signal a wager-sealing handshake. 

There wasn’t the tiniest possibility of smiling with this waste of space around. She could handle another hour in return for banishing his presence, even comply with some requests. And if he broke his empty oath? She felt justified enough to make the following clear: “But you better keep your word, or **nobody** sees you again.” 

“Yooouuu got it....” croaked the man wincing in pain. 

Despite spending the rest of the walk nursing his paw, Luke was quite content with himself. *‘She'll come around,’* he mused, following her lead. *‘By the time we’re done, she won't be able to keep her hands off me.’* 

 

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Sadie sat at the edge of her bed, leaning over with a forearm fixed between chin and thigh. Messy vines of black hair cascaded down the contoured fabric of her sweater, pooling around the junction where her panties sank into the mattress and her naked legs flowed out. Shapely limbs spilled onto the hardwood floor below, broadly planting themselves beside the massive boots that no longer adorned them. 

Amber eyes squinted in annoyance, questioning the display in front of them. “Are you serious? This your idea of helping me smile?” 

Luke stood proudly before the seated Amazon, hungrily eyeing the curves along textured breasts and bare thighs. His shirt was removed; his trousers were lowered to his knees. “Don’t try to hide your excitement now. We both know this is the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.” 

Truth be told, the smug bastard had a point. Very few girls had seen a fuller mast than what Sadie was coming face to face with. It extended further and bulged thicker than most men could boast. Yet all that mound of masculinity went completely lost on this spectator, who had spent her whole life disinterested in guys, repelling them with prejudice. She knew what she was looking at but far be it from her to tell – or care – if it was “big” or “small”. And at her arboresque stature, a blind reaction didn't find this snake particularly fearsome. 

Still, as the woman’s unamused glare trailed below the raging pole, something did pique interest. She observed a bridge of skin descending from the base. Its folding flesh stretched as if being pulled downward, and her following gaze settled on the plump pair of weights responsible. 

*‘I didn’t expect them to look so…squishy,’* Sadie pondered, scrutinizing the orbs dangling in view. They evoked memories of various childhood stress toys. Trinkets that got her through many a maddening school day.  

“Go ahead,” Luke coaxed. Not missing the vague fascination in the maiden’s blank stare, albeit mistakenly crediting his dick. “You’re just dying to touch it, aren’t you?” 

“...Fine” she obliged, raising a wide outstretched hand into Luke’s low hanging fruit. Feeling their weight settle and distribute across her palm. ‘*It really is like a pouch hanging out of him. Boys are so weird.’* The lady explored onward, folding long feminine fingers into walls that enclosed her guest’s scrotum. Sharp nails danced across the edges of loose skin, like Venus fangs closing in on the foolish prey that landed inside. Sending a shiver up Luke’s spine as he was finally alerted to the danger of the situation. 

“Whoa there Sadie, careful with the family jewels.” 

“You wanted me to touch them, Mr. Casanova. You *just* said so.” 

“Uh, no my lovely Heron. What I mea-” 

Sadie exploded. “I told you not to call me that, you absolute clown! Think you’re so charming with those disgusting pet names? The garbage that spews out your mouth isn’t worthy of being heard by animals, much less an actual human-being!” she spat, absentmindedly clenching fist in punctuation of her fury.  

But Luke’s balls were still in that hand, and they found no escape from the enclosing walls of his host’s careless grasp. Rapidly increasing pressure erupted from the would-be playboy as a high-pitched shriek. Clearing the air and eroding the woman’s scorn filled expression to one of shock and awe. 

Frozen at the edge of her seat, Sadie struggled to find words for what had just happened. Luke had been pestering her for the better part of a month, always sticking to his vapid pick-up script despite the verbal and physical retaliations. Even damn near breaking his hand couldn’t break his composure. So how did an accidental little clutch – magnitudes weaker in force  – overwhelm him so? And that **sound** he made. It wasn’t anything like the usual bothersome drone of his voice, it was like air escaping a squeak toy. 

‘*They can’t be THAT sensitive*!’ she thought, observing the way his arms seized up as the waistband around his knees buckled. ‘*They aren’t even internal, just out there like a lowered piñata!*’  

While Sadie tried to make sense of such a glaring liability, Luke’s pain subsided enough for movement. He instinctively reached for his aching privates, horrified to feel the amazonian claw still encircling them. Sadie’s grip had already loosened such that no more damage was being levied onto his poor nuts, but not so much that his sack could go free. And all of his fingertips failed to pry this feminine vice open any further.  

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you alone,” Luke sobbed, recapturing the host’s attention with his pathetic whimpers. “Just...let go of me.” 

Granted, the Sadie from two minutes ago would have instantly shown him the door. Ridding herself of him was the whole reason she agreed to this wager, after all. But that ship had sailed, and this Sadie’s curiosity held him firm. “You know, I’ve never heard you squeal like that,” she retorted, studying the palpable fear and uneasiness across her trembling subject. 

People reacting to pain wasn’t some new phenomenon to Sadie, it’s just that this was…different. The prospect that she could cause Luke so much suffering with the same mundane motion as crushing grapes felt too good to be true. It made the aforementioned squealing all the more pleasant to listen to as she played it back in her head.  

Even the feel in her hand was recontextualized. Never was something so comfortable to hold. These masculine spheres didn’t just present an occasional target to vent frustrations, the way they shivered and tried to recede through her fingers spoke to her. Professing an adorable vulnerability that began to form a vague upturn at the corners of her lips. Sadie needed to know if she could extort another howling performance through them. If this wasn’t just a fluke. If male anatomy wouldn’t enact some reasonable failsafe to cut this man’s distress short. 

“I mean really, why the acoustics?” she probed, wanting to hear it from the horse’s mouth. “I practically just pinched you. No need to be so dramatic.” 

“Busting my balls isn’t a ‘pinch’! What are you crazy?!” he cried, unwittingly granting Sadie all the confirmation she needed. 

Sharp nails sank back into Luke’s spherical flesh, pricking the tender organs with purpose. And there was that wonderful sound again. 

The Lady could feel her heart stirring faster as she elicited a proper guttural scream this time. Filling the room with a wailing melody that danced in her ears. Eyes widened, seeming to glow in a golden frenzy as lips parted and curled, expressing the revelation of male weakness she was now fully assured in. 

“LET GO ALREADY!” Luke continued to scream. Futilely pushing his arms against the unyielding wrist of the blossoming torturer. 

“Mmmhhmm. I always knew you were an annoying little bug, Luke. But I never knew it would be this fun to actually have you squirm in my hands! I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” 

Said “bug” couldn’t believe the way Sadie was grinning at him. He was dumbfounded over THIS being what finally made the ever-scowling broad smile. “YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR MIND, YOU PSYCHO BITCH!”  

“And you promised to make me happy. So just let this ‘Psycho’ enjoy herself.” Sadie pushed the heel of her left wrist into the captive sack. She began kneading those engorged organs into right palm amidst joyful giggles. 

Luke would have crumbled to the ground long ago if this mountain of a woman wasn’t hoisting him by the crotch. The pain was worse than ever now that his balls were being compressed between two hands; he feared they would pop like balloons. Any attempts to wrestle his manhood back were snuffed out by the dwarfing strength that backed her newfound wonder. And so, he went for the crazy eyes, jamming a thumb in Sadie’s face. 

The woman’s head reeled back, sending hair flying everywhere. It wasn’t nearly as violent of a reaction as what Luke had been performing, but it was enough for him to finally slip out of her grip. He quickly turned around and hobbled toward the doorframe while pulling his pants up. Only, before that waistband ever returned to his pelvis, some unseen force yanked them back down and toward the direction of the bed. Causing him to trip face first into the hardwood floor. 

As he struggled to pick himself up, he saw a familiarly huge hand clutching the cloth between his pant legs. Its long, outstretched arm led to the foot of the bed, where the girl of his ongoing nightmare had shifted onto her knees. 

“Where are you going, *babe*? I’m smiling just like you said I would. You don’t have to run off if you *WIN* the bet, remember?” 

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” 

“Not happening. Now stop moving,” Sadie demanded, seeing pure desperation as the man began to wriggle out of the trousers she held like a leash. It was an arousingly pathetic sight to see him crawl on her floor like a scurrying animal. But she couldn’t just watch while her new toy got away, could she? “You asked for it.” 

Her free arm reached for the boot beside her, swinging it overheard in a wide arc while she pushed herself toward the run-away. Luke shook free from the pants with all the urgency his smaller body could muster, propelling it a short distance as his feet slid out. Yet once again, it wasn’t enough. Those long, elegant legs – the same he had foolishly lusted after – blessed this woman with the singular stride needed to catch up. The very instant before he could kick up off the hardwood and sprint with all his might, her boot slammed right over his exposed package. Stamping it against the floorboard with a resounding clack. 

Poor guy could hardly even scream. The agony of having his balls momentarily flattened reached such heights that it seized his throat, allowing no more than a coarse wheeze to the heavens. His limbs involuntarily splayed across the flooring, outstretched as if to reach for some sort of support or salvation from this torment. These unspoken pleas went unanswered – or rather, their only response would be the insistent vixen looming over him.  

‘*Dammit, did I overdo it?* *Don’t tell me they’re gone already.’* Whereas she had never cared about popping previous stress balls, there was a yearning for this natural pair to survive. It occurred to her that toys of this caliber ought to be preserved for continuous thrill. 

Sadie urgently grabbed hold again, delighted to feel those masculine pearls still intact as her fingers gently washed over them. She took a seat on Luke’s backside, planting her ass over his calves and putting her feet up on his shoulders. “Fuck\~, look at how red and shiny these are! I swear they weren’t–Wait. DID THEY GET BIGGER!?” The globes swelled with all the abuse she had packed into them, gleaming with a crimson sheen. Though she held them far more delicately than before, it still radiated anguish across their engorged surface. Prompting more lamenting whimpers from the man grounded underneath. "So, they inflate from being played with, light up like christmas toys, and now just touching them has you moaning in pain? These boy-bits of yours just get better and better!” 

“Sadie...please...stop,” Luke pleaded in whisper, his voice returning to him. 

Instead, she lifted the twin orbs closer to her face, knowingly stretching the loose skin away from his crotch. “What was that, Stress-Boy? Couldn’t quite hear you.” 

“ARGHHH!!...I-I’m begging you to leave my nuts alone! I can’t take anymore!” He raised his hips to try and lessen the strain on his groin, which his wicked host took as an invitation to pull his balls farther up. The more he arched his waist, the quicker her hands soared, until the weight pinning his shins prevented him from going any higher. “Put them down. Put them down, PLEASE!” 

“There you go being dramatic again,” teased Sadie, folding a hand around the taut sack such that his testes now sat over her fist. “Obviously these playthings can take more, we’ve only just gotten them nice and ripe,” she laughed. Her cruel words emphasized by the strike of her free palm, crashing dual organs against her fist. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll writhe when they’re properly tenderized\~!” 

And writhe he did. Luke worked himself into a screeching frenzy as Sadie unloaded on him. Slamming her palm down to spank his balls over and over with no end in sight – all the while her fist steadily elevated them even higher. He desperately shook to dislodge himself from under her greater frame, but it was like trying to fight restraints. His knees couldn’t escape the pressure of her rear, and the heels weighing down his shoulder blades made raising his arms difficult. As if the pain didn’t render movement hard enough. 

‘*All that effort to get away, and he’s prostrated naked on my bedroom floor. Utterly helpless and exposed,’* Sadie thought, still donning her own sweater and undergarments. She wasn’t initially impressed when Luke lifted his shirt at the beginning of this ordeal. But as she now looked down between her legs, the wriggling form she took in had her mind racing in tandem with the titillation in her loins. His screams were sweetened by the muscles of his back and comically high butt squirming in rhythm. ‘*There’s nothing respectable about this pose at all. So pathetic. So vulnerable. Baring every ounce of his fragile nature at my mercy. Holding a man by his bits is truly the best.’* Her growing excitement started to overflow, leaking through soaked panties onto the legs of her captive. 

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! LITERALLY ANYTHING, JUST STOOOOOPPPP,” begged the male at his wits’ end. 

“All you need to do is keep squealing for me!” She leaned back, clutching tightly with both hands to keep his jewels as close to her as she could pull them. Concurrently extending her legs into his back to push the rest of him away, stretching hollow flesh to its limits. 

The vocal fireworks that followed were truly something to behold. Never had Luke strained his voice box so harshly. Never had he needed to express such a thunderous level of torment for such a prolonged amount of time.  Sadie bit her lip in ecstasy, her mind aflush with bliss as the orgasm rocked through her. Still refusing to unhand those airborne testicles even at the height of glorious climax. Her figure quivered in pleasure, reclining to the floor and parting her thighs; shuddering legs falling off to the waysides of Luke’s torso.   

With the shift in amazonian weight, the force pulling Luke’s crotch aloft became more powerful than anything binding him to the ground. His pelvis flew back, dragging his upper body in tow. Guided by the elasticity in his sack to reunite him with the spheres that were nearly torn off. His calves – slick with her juices – swooped out from under the woman, resulting in a flipping motion that landed his bare back on her abdomen with some impact. 

Caught off guard but recovering quickly, the lady clasped her arms around the male atop her. She acted fast to regain control of the situation, only to find there was no need. Luke had finally passed out. His limbs limp from exhaustion; his head laying peacefully over her bosom.  

She chuckled at the sight, then fondly ran her hand through the unconscious man’s hair. “That was wonderful fun, Stress-Boy. You absolutely proved your point about turning my life around,” said the changed woman. Reflecting on her newfound soft spot for men and the pulsating targets they bear. “...Now go ahead and rest. You’re going to need it.”