Erika's rule

Jake hoisted his duffel bag higher on his shoulder and unlocked the apartment door. His new roommate was supposed to move in today. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

A tiny girl stood in the middle of the living room, holding a box labeled KITCHEN. She looked up at him with big blue eyes. Her hair was dark, cut short and messy. She wore a cropped pink tank top that clung to her chest and showed off her flat stomach. Her shorts were tiny denim cutoffs, hugging her slim hips and letting her long legs show all the way down to her bare feet. But it was her chest that stole Jake's breath. Her tits were massive, perfectly round, and strained against the thin fabric. On her small frame, barely four foot ten, they looked obscenely huge, like two soft cantaloupes. The tank top's fabric was stretched so tight he could see the outline of her nipples poking through.

Jake grinned. This was the best luck he'd had all year.

"Hey, you must be Erika!" he said, stepping forward with his hand out. "I'm Jake."

Erika set the box down and bounced on her toes, making her breasts jiggle heavily inside the tank top. She beamed up at him. "Hi Jake! I'm so excited to live here. I was just putting my stuff away."

Jake couldn't stop his eyes from dropping to her chest. Those tits were mesmerizing, swelling out from her tiny ribcage. They looked soft and heavy, the cleavage deep and inviting. He wondered how they'd feel in his hands. He wondered if she knew how good she looked. He kept staring, his mouth dry.

He never saw her leg move.

A sharp crack split the air as Erika's bare foot slammed into the front of his jeans. The impact was like a hammer between his legs. Jake's eyes bulged. His knees buckled instantly. The pain exploded through his gut and up into his brain, a blinding white agony that erased every thought. He crumpled to the floor, hands clutching his balls, and a low animal groan tore from his throat. He rolled onto his side, legs kicking weakly, his world reduced to the fire in his sack.

Seconds crawled by. The pain did not lessen. It started to get worse actually, he felt like he was going to puke. Jake wheezed, tears streaming down his face, saliva dripping from his mouth. He managed to lift his head, vision swimming, and saw Erika standing over him with her hands on her hips. She was smiling.

"Got you right in the nuts," she chirped happily.

Jake blinked, still not understanding. What had just happened? He stared at her, mouth open, trying to form words.

Erika crouched down, her face close to his. Her massive tits swung forward, almost brushing his cheek. She tilted her head. "Wow, that look on your face. Is this your first time getting a real nut shot?" She giggled. "I've kicked so many guys in the balls that I can totally tell when a guy's got virgin nuts. You looked so surprised."

Jake managed to gasp, his voice high and strained. "My balls! My balls! You broke them!"

Erika laughed, a bright cheerful sound. "No silly, I didn't even kick you that hard." She stood back up and stretched her arms above her head, making her tits lift and strain against the tank top. "But you were staring at my tits, and I have a rule."

Jake curled tighter, hands stuffed into his crotch. He felt like he was going to puke. His nuts throbbed, sending sharp pulses up into his stomach. He could barely breathe.

"The rule is," Erika continued, tapping her bare toe on the floor, "you don't stare at my boobs. Like, a polite glance is fine. But staring gets your nuts smashed. First time is a warning. So I gave you a little tap on the balls. Not hard at all."

"Not hard?" Jake squeaked, his voice cracking. He was still crying, tears and snot mixing on his face. "I can't feel my balls!"

"Yep, that's normal." Erika shrugged, causing her tits to wobble. "They'll come back in a few minutes. Maybe ten, maybe twenty. You'll be fine." She stepped over his crumpled body as if he were a rug. "I'm gonna finish unpacking. When you can walk, come help me with the heavy boxes."

Jake watched her cute little butt sway down the hallway. He lay on the cold floor, both hands cupping his aching sack, feeling like he wouldn't be able to get up any time soon.

Jake stayed on the floor for what felt like forever. The pain in his nuts slowly faded from a screaming agony to a dull, sickening throb that pulsed with every heartbeat. He could feel them again, both swollen and tender, resting heavy in his sack. He didn't want to move. He wanted to lie there and never get up.

"Jaaaaaaaaake." Erika's voice rang out from down the hall. "Come on. I need help with these boxes."

Jake groaned and pressed his forehead against the floor.

"Jake! I can hear you groaning. You're fine. Get up."

He didn't move.

"Jaaaaake."

With a shaky breath, Jake pushed himself onto his hands and knees. The movement jostled his balls and he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. Slowly, carefully, he got one foot under him, then the other. He stood hunched over, legs spread wide to keep his thighs from touching his sack.

"Jake!"

"I'm coming," he croaked.

He shuffled forward, walking like a cowboy who had been on a horse for three days straight. Each step sent a little shock of discomfort through his groin. He kept his hands cupped protectively over his crotch.

He found Erika in her bedroom, standing beside a tall stack of boxes. She turned to look at him and her face lit up with a huge grin.

"Oh my god, look at you!" She clapped her hands together, bouncing on her heels. Her tits bounced with her, straining the thin fabric of her tank top. "You're doing the ball walk!"

Jake winced. "The what?"

"The ball walk. That wide-legged shuffle." Erika giggled, pointing at his stance. "I've seen it a million times. You'll be doing that for like an hour, probably. Maybe two since it's your first time."

Jake's face burned red. He tried to bring his legs closer together but the pressure against his swollen nuts made him gasp and spread them again.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed," Erika cooed, walking over to pat his arm. She had to reach up to do it. The top of her head barely came up to his chest. "It's cute when guys do the ball walk. Really shows them who's boss." She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, still smiling. "Now grab that box. The one on top. It's my books."

Jake looked at the box, then back at his crotch. He slowly moved one hand away from his nuts, reaching for the box. The moment he lifted it, the weight pulled at his core and his balls gave a fresh throb of pain. He whimpered.

"Oh no, did that hurt your little nutties?" Erika asked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. She covered her mouth with both hands but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Jake didn't answer. He just stood there, holding the box, legs spread, breathing through the ache.

"Put it on the desk," Erika said, pointing. She watched him waddle over to the desk and set the box down with exaggerated care, his body still curved forward like an old man's. "You're so careful now. I bet you'll think twice before staring at my chest again, huh?"

"I wasn't staring," Jake muttered, though he knew it was a lie.

Erika snorted. "Your eyes were glued to my boobs. I could practically feel them poking my nipples." She casually cupped one of her tits, lifting it slightly. "I get it. They're awesome. But you gotta learn to be sneaky about it, you know?"

Jake turned around, still cupping his balls with one hand. "How many guys have you actually kicked?"

Erika tapped her chin, thinking. "Honest answer? I've lost count. Like a lot. My tits are pretty hard not to stare at."

Jake picked up another box, this time a lighter one marked SHOES. His balls still ached with a dull throb that reminded him of Erika's foot every time he took a step. He waddled across the room, legs wide, and set the box on her bed. Erika stood by the closet, sorting through a pile of clothes on hangers.

"There's three more boxes in the hallway," she said without looking up. "Can you grab them?"

Jake grunted and shuffled out of the room. He kept his eyes forward, determined not to get kicked again. The first box in the hallway was small and light. He carried it back easily. The second box was larger but manageable. He brought it to her room and placed it by the desk.

Then he came back for the third box. Erika was bent over, reaching into a low drawer, her back to him. Her tiny denim shorts rode up, and her cropped tank top pulled tight across her chest as she stretched forward. The fabric slipped up half an inch, revealing the soft curve of her underboob. Jake froze. The pale underside of her right breast peeked out, impossibly full and round against her tiny ribcage. He stared, mouth open, his brain completely short-circuiting.

Erika stood up and turned around. Jake snapped his head away, fumbling for the box. His heart pounded. Had she seen him? He grabbed the box and carried it inside, setting it down with the others. He didn't look at her face.

"Thanks," Erika said, her voice sweet. "Just two more in the closet."

Jake nodded and walked to the closet. He pulled out a box of winter coats and hauled it into the corner. When he turned around, Erika was standing on her tiptoes, trying to push a stack of blankets onto the top shelf of her wardrobe. Her arms were stretched high above her head. Her tank top rode up her stomach and the bottom curve of both breasts was fully visible now, the heavy swells pressing against the stretched fabric. The soft flesh looked like it would spill out any second. Jake's eyes locked onto that underboob. He couldn't look away. His mind replayed the moment he first saw her tits and a fresh wave of desire washed over him.

Erika dropped back onto her heels and turned. Jake yanked his gaze away so fast his neck cracked. He grabbed the last box and set it down by the door, his face burning.

"Okay," Erika said, dusting her hands together. "I think that's everything."

Jake let out a breath of relief. He had made it. She hadn't noticed. He started to turn toward the door, already planning his escape to the bathroom where he could ice his swollen nuts in peace.

"Oh, Jake?"

He stopped. "Yeah?"

Erika walked toward him, a big smile on her face. "You stared at my boobs two more times. I counted."

Jake's stomach dropped through the floor. "What? No, I didn't. I was just, I wasn't."

"You totally were." Erika kept walking, closing the distance between them. "First time when I was bending over by the drawer. Second time when I was reaching up to the shelf. You thought I didn't see you, but I did." She stopped right in front of him, hands on her hips, her massive tits level with his belly button. She looked up at him with a bright, cheerful expression. "I just waited until you finished moving my boxes because I'm smart."

"Erika, come on." Jake backed up until his shoulders hit the wall. "I tried. I really tried. It's just, your top is really small and your boobs are just, they're right there."

"Yeah, they are." Erika glanced down at her own chest, then back up at him. "And the rule is the rule. That's the only way you guys learn."

Jake pressed his back against the wall. His hands came up in front of him, palms out. "Please, Erika. One was enough. I learned my lesson."

Erika shook her head slowly, her smile never fading. "You stared twice. You get two. That's fair."

"But I can't take another one. My balls still hurt from the first kick."

"Then you should have been more careful." Erika stepped closer, her tiny bare feet silent on the floor. She was so small she had to look almost straight up to meet his eyes. Her massive tits swayed gently with each step. "Now spread your legs a little."

Jake pressed his thighs together. "No."

"Jake, don't be a baby. Spread your legs or I'll make it worse."

His whole body trembled. Slowly, miserably, he slid his feet apart. His swollen nuts hung vulnerable between his thighs. Erika glanced down at the bulge in his jeans and nodded.

"There we go. One for the drawer." She drew her foot back.

"Wait wait wait!"

Erika's bare foot snapped forward and slammed into his balls with a wet smack. Jake's voice died in his throat. His hands flew to his crotch and he doubled over, forehead almost hitting Erika's shoulder. The pain was a hot knife twisting in his gut. He slid down the wall, knees hitting the floor hard, and then pitched forward onto his hands. He stayed there on all fours, head hanging down, drool dripping from his open mouth.

"Ooooh, good shot," Erika said, pleased. "Right on the money. Your balls are kinda swollen now I bet. They make a nice target."

Jake couldn't respond. He just stayed on his hands and knees, gasping, trying not to puke. His nuts felt like they had been flattened. The world spun around him. He focused on breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

Behind him, he heard Erika's light footsteps. They circled around him. He couldn't lift his head to track her. Then the footsteps stopped. He felt her presence directly behind him, standing over his crouched form.

"And one for the shelf," Erika said, her voice coming from right above his back. "I'm gonna kick your nuts from behind this time. It's my favorite way. They just hang there all helpless."

Jake's eyes went wide. He tried to push himself up, to roll away, but his body wouldn't cooperate. His arms and legs were jelly. All he could do was stay on all fours, his backside facing her, his swollen ballsack dangling between his thighs.

"No, no, no, please," he whimpered. "Not from behind. Please."

Erika giggled. "That's what she said. Don't worry, I'll make it quick."

Jake heard her shuffle her feet. He felt her toes brush the inside of his calf as she lined up the kick. She was so close. He could imagine her drawing her leg back, those big blue eyes focused on the back of his jeans, targeting the tender bulge.

"Ready?" she asked.

"I'm gonna throw up," Jake groaned.

"Good. One, two, three!"

Her bare foot rocketed forward and smashed into his nuts from behind, crushing them against his own body. The impact lifted Jake's hips off the ground for a split second. A scream tore out of his throat, high and broken. His arms gave out and he collapsed face-first onto the floor, hands clutching his ruined sack. He curled into a tight ball, knees to his chest, sobbing into the carpet.

Erika stepped around to his front and crouched down. Her face was level with his tear-streaked cheek. "See? All done. Two kicks for two stares."

Jake just cried, rocking back and forth.

Erika patted his head like a dog. "You'll be okay. Balls are tough, kinda. They'll recover." She stood up and stretched, her tank top pulling tight across her chest. "I'm gonna order pizza. You want pepperoni?"