Highschool Of The BallBust (HOTBB - Part 3)
**Author's note**
**I'm sorry this took me so long to post. Online classes took up my time and greatly affected my creativeness when I started writing this. I had many periods of writer's block last month due to being brain drained. But finally, here it is. I hope you all enjoy this one.**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/jdmxe4/highschool_of_the_ballbust_hotbb_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/jhqqor/highschool_of_the_ballbust_part_2/)
**Lucas' Resolve**
**Classroom**
She tried her best to remove it from her mind but, no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t forget that incident yesterday. The sight of that boy's swollen and red balls still haunted her memories. The more she remembered their image, the scarier they appeared in her head.
"Krystal!... Krystal Chang!!" a voice yelled, which startled her.
"Y-yes, sir?!"
"I asked you what this is named," he said while pointing his ruler at a diagram on the chalkboard.
Krystal looked at the board and recognized it to be a Venn diagram. She stood up to answer, but after staring at the two circles on the board again, it started to resemble a particular male body part. Suddenly she felt lightheaded, and the next thing she remembered was seeing total darkness.
**Nurse's Office**
Krystal then found herself waking up on a bed in the Nurse's office. Across the room from her, she saw the red-haired school nurse, sitting by her desk.
“Ms. Gentles?” Krystal asked.
"Oh, you’re finally awake? How are you feeling, sweetie?" Ms. Gentles asked as she turned to face Krystal.
"A bit droggy.” Krystal rubbed her head. ”Um, how did I get here?"
"Your teacher carried you here after you fainted in his class. Have you been eating properly and getting enough sleep?"
“I believe so.”
“Hmm, Ok.”
Ms. Gentles then took out a stethoscope from her desk. “I’m just going to do a quick check on your heartbeat. Can you slightly pull your sweater down a bit?” she asked as she approached Krystal.
Krystal did so, a bit embarrassed as her pink bra and cleavage came into view. She flinched as the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope touched on her skin.
“Well, your heartbeat seems normal,” Ms. Gentles said as she removed the stethoscope. “Maybe you fainted from a heat stroke, perhaps? You do look a bit hot under all that.”
There was a good reason why Ms. Gentles wondered that because, along with Krystal’s standard school uniform, she also had on a light beige long-sleeved sweater and black see-through tights. She wore sweaters because she has always been insecure about her upper body, mostly due to her slightly larger than average breasts.
“No, I think I may have fainted from something else. I remember looking at the chalkboard, and then I saw something terrifying, and shortly after, I passed out,” Krystal said. Then she suddenly became visibly ill and blurted out, “Balls! I saw balls!"
"Balls caused you to faint? Could it be that you have Sfairesphobia?” Ms. Gentles asked. “So, what was it? Did someone bring some sports balls into the classroom?”
"No, no, not sports balls. By balls, I meant the ones boys have between their legs," Krystal said but soon blushed once she realized how ridiculous it sounded.
"Do you mean testicles?"
Krystal nodded. "Mhmm."
Ms. Gentles stifled a laugh, which caused Krystal to blush even more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but... It’s the first I’ve heard something like that." Ms. Gentles covered her mouth as she laughed. After regaining her composure, she cleared her throat. “Alright, alright, I’m done now.”
“So what should I do?” Krystal asked.
“You can try to desensitize yourself. If you're exposed to your fear long enough, gradually, you’ll feel less anxious whenever you see “*balls”* again,” Ms. Gentles said, using air quotes as she said the word balls. “It's a tried and true method used in therapy."
"You mean I have to go around and ask boys to show me their balls?!" Krystal asked with a trace of panic in her voice.
"Well, that's if you want to, but there are books or the Internet you could use, you know."
"Oh yeah," Krystal said, embarrassed yet again.
"Speaking of, there should be a large red book labeled "FTB" you can find in the biology section of the library. You can’t miss it."
"FTB? Alright, I’ll give it a look.” Krystal got off the bed. “Oh, and thank you for taking care of me, Ms. Gentles."
"No problem, sweetie. All the best now."
Luckily, Krystal had been lying in the Nurse's office for a while because when she’d left, it was already lunch period. So, there was plenty of time for her to go to the library.
**Library**
Being a frequent visitor at the library, she was able to easily navigate her way through it. In quick time, she’d already located the FTB book, one shelf above her.
She reached for it but suddenly, a random hand grabbed the next book beside it. Since she had been so focused on scanning the shelves, she failed to notice the boy beside her. He also seemed not to have spotted her as well, judging from his sudden exclamation, "Found it!"
Krystal looked at the boy and immediately recognized him as the most popular boy in school, well, at least among the girls. She would sometimes see him walking around school with a group of girls following him or hear her classmates idolize him, though she never fully understood why, other than he was handsome and athletic.
"You're... Lucas?" she asked.
He looked at her, finally noticing her presence, and immediately turned pale.
"W-what the? This book isn't about sports. Who placed this here?" He said while quickly placing it back on the shelf. He then faced her and asked, "Uh, have we met before?"
"No, but-"
\*THUD!\*
The book he had so hastily shoved in its slot had fallen to the ground with its cover facing up. Its title read, "Grow some balls! The best guide for your low hangers!"
An awkward silence filled the air as the two looked down on the book. Krystal finally crouched to pick it up while Lucas slowly tried to back away.
"You're... trying to grow your balls?" she asked him.
"No-nonono, I said that was the wrong book, remember? The one I’m looking for is about sports and stuff, which I’m gonna go search for now. So cya."
"Wait!” she said before he could walk off. “I get how you feel. I also know what it's like to feel self-conscious about a part of your body. So, don’t worry, I won't tell anyone. Here."
She handed the book over to him. He hesitated but eventually took it from her.
"You won't?" he asked.
"I promise," she said as she grabbed the FTB book from off the shelf.
"Free the balls? You’re interested in that book?" he asked.
“Ooh, so that’s what it stands for. I wouldn’t say I’m particularly interested, but I do need it for a certain issue of mine.”
“Oh, I see… wait, earlier you said you were also self-conscious about a part of your body… and you just said you have a certain issue…,” Lucas said as he looked at the book in her hand and then slowly to her crotch. “Are you Trans?!”
“What? No! What made you think that?!”
“It’s just that you and your issue… plus the FTB book… so I just figured-”
“No, you've got it all wrong. I need this because I have a -”
She stopped herself. "Never mind, it's stupid,” she continued.
"Well, you kinda know mine so, it’s only fair that I know yours."
“I… suppose you’re right, but… you’ll probably laugh at me.”
“I don’t think I’m in any position to be laughing at anyone,” Lucas said.
Krystal then leaned her back against the bookshelf and sighed. "I... have a fear of balls, "*low-hangers*" to be exact. This book is supposed to help with desensitizing my phobia."
"Oh... well, it’s odd but, I wouldn't laugh at something like that," he said, also leaning his back against the bookshelf.
"Thanks. The school nurse, on the other hand, found it hilarious. She even jokingly suggested I go around and ask boys to show me their balls to help desensitize me."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"I know, right! Although it might be easier than reading through this entire thing. Like seriously, how much is there to possibly learn about balls?" Krystal said as she held the FTB book up.
“ *Loads,* apparently.”
They both shared a laugh until it slowly went back to silence. Lucas then broke the silence and asked, "So... do you think it might work?"
"Hm, you mean looking at the real thing? Possibly? But it's not like I could go around and do that now, can I?"
"Yeah, true..."
Lucas then looked down at the book in his hand and noticed something written on it. He then turned to Krystal and said, “Maybe we could help each other."
"What do you mean?"
"I want bigger balls, and you want to get over that fear, right? What if I show you my balls, and you help me increase their size?"
Krystal was naturally taken aback by his suggestion. "What?! Do you even hear yourself? You're talking crazy! Besides, how am I supposed to help your balls grow!?"
"Well, I'm not sure how but look right here. It says, *A second helper is required to complete all steps successfully*," he said while pointing at the bottom left of the “Grow some balls” book.
"B-but... won't it be embarrassing for you?"
"Of course it will, but I don't think I can ask anyone else to help me with this. You’re the first and only person who knows about my balls being small, so it has to be you."
"But we just met. You don't even know my name."
"Then tell me,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders.
"Wait... just hang on for a sec!” she yelled as she pushed him back. “You’re coming on too sudden, and I think you’re taking my phobia lightly. Did you even consider if I was ok with seeing your balls?”
Lucas then realized what he was saying and calmly back off. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m never this pushy. I guess being so desperate, I kinda just started spouting nonsense.”
“Mhmm,” she said, feeling a bit awkward which, was evident because of the way she grabbed her elbow across her body tightly.
“Just forget I’d ever said anything. I’ll find another way to deal with my problems while you deal with yours. I suppose this is useless to me now,” he said as he returned his book on the shelf. “Hope you manage to beat your phobia. Good luck.”
She just silently watched as he walked off, feeling a bit sorry for him. She looked at the “Free the balls” book in her hand and bit her lower lip.
"Krystal,” she said.
“Hmm?”
“My name's Krystal… and I want to see your balls. So please show me."
Lucas said nothing as he was in disbelief that she’d agree with his suggestion. He turned around and asked her, “Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I know a private spot where we can go."
**Library - Secluded Spot**
They were now in an area located at the very end of the library. It was a narrow passageway with bookshelves on both sides and the end of it, meaning it had only one entry.
"The Math section, huh? Good idea. No one will ever come over here,” Lucas said. "Ok, let's do this then."
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He then reached into the front opening of his boxer-briefs and pulled out his balls.
Upon seeing a pair for the second time in her whole life, Krystal reacted with a yelp and stumbled backward as she covered her face with her hands.
"Are you okay?" Lucas asked, fearing he had triggered her phobia. He immediately bent down to pull his pants back up.
"No, wait." Krystal slowly parted her fingers to take a peek. "I was just caught by off-guard, but... yours aren’t as gross-looking as I thought they'd be."
She then remembered that boy's balls she saw and compared them to Lucas'. It was like comparing eggs to plums.
"I don’t know if it’s because of their small size, but… they look sorta cute, in a weird way," she said as she leaned in a little closer to get a better look. She suddenly realized her poor choice of words as she saw his scrotum tightened. “Sorry, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to-”
"Ahem. So, the book?” Lucas asked, changing the topic.
"Y- yeah, one sec." She opened the book. "It says we should first measure them before we start anything. It's so we can compare the results afterward."
"I already know their sizes, so, next step." He motioned his hand, signaling her to skip ahead.
"Next, it says we must pick a guide to follow. Beginner, intermediate, or advance.”
“Advanced would be quicker, right? So let’s do that.”
Krystal flipped several pages ahead. "Alright, the Advance guide says to complete these three steps weekly. *Step 1: Warm your testicles in a source of heat for a total of 2 minutes.*"
"What the heck? The first step is to roast my nuts in a fire?!" He asked, immediately clutching his *nuts* instinctively.
"No, I'm sure by a source of heat; it's something like a heated room or a warm surface or something."
"Oh, that makes more sense.” He sighed in relief as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “… But finding a heated room in this school will be difficult. Almost everywhere has an AC unit, and a heated surface probably won’t warm them up good.”
Krystal folded her arms, and Lucas scratched his head as they both started to think of other options.
"We could use steam,” Krystal said. “There are electrical hot plates in the science lab that we could use to boil water. Just you hang your balls over the raising steam."
"Good idea. But, a few problems though, the hot plates are secured to the desks, so we can’t just borrow one, and people are probably occupying the lab right now."
"I think it's usually empty after school. We can use it then," she said.
"Really? Great then. Let's leave that step for later. What's step 2?"
Krystal started reading again. "Uhh... this can't be right."
"What's it say now?"
"Minor Trauma. Cause light trauma…” Krystal turned the book to show him the page. “…by giving ten kicks to both testicles. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. We could just try the heat method only," she said to him once she saw him turn pale.
"No… I can handle it.” He clenched his fists and spread his legs apart. “Do it. Kick my balls.”
Krystal was stunned, but not because of how his balls swung invitingly in front of her, but mostly by his determination. For him to be so willing to even take kicks to his most vulnerable area made her realize that once he’d set his mind on achieving something, he’s not one to give up easily. It kinda made her respect him a bit.
She eyed his balls and went into a kicking stance. But before she began, she asked, "Are you 100% sure you want me to do this?"
"Yeah, give me your best shot,” he said as he closed his eyes.
“Ok, here it comes.”
\*WHAM!\*
“That’s one," Krystal said.
Her shoe landed dead center of his balls, nailing them both perfectly. Lucas immediately went on tippy-toes, and his face contorted into many expressions of agony. While letting out a barely constrained scream, which increased in pitch over time, his hands went to cradle his nuts. But instead of feeling the soft, squishy texture of his balls, he ended up cradling the hard underside of Krystal's shoe, which was still pinning his balls to his pelvis.
Krystal had to quickly lean in and cover his mouth. "Shhh. You have to be quiet, or else you'll alert the librarian. Does it hurt that bad?"
Lucas vigorously nodded his head as a single tear ran from his tightly closed eye.
Krystal pitied him. To have such a weak spot between one's legs must be awful. Seeing his reaction made her grateful she wasn't born male. After a minute or two, he was able to recover and went into position again.
"Ok, ok…” he said with short breaths. “I’m ready again, but this time could you please take off your shoe and sock?"
She does so, not sure how it'll make any difference, but she had no right to question what he believed would be better for him and his balls.
\*WHOMP!\*
Right on target again, but this time his eyes were open to witness the moment his balls compressed and bulged on each side of her foot. He felt like collapsing then and there.
"Two!" she said as she removed her foot. His scrotum stayed glued to her foot until it reached maximum elasticity and snapped back into its usual shape.
"Are you ok? That one looked pretty painful," she asked him.
"Don't... stop," he squeaked.
And with that, she continued her assault.
\*WHAM!\*
"3!"
\*WHOMP!\*
"4!"
\*THUMP!\*
"5!"
\*WHACK!\*
"6!"
\*THUD!\*
"7!"
\*CRUNCH!\*
"8!"
"Stop! Stop! Time out!" Lucas yelled, still being careful not to be too loud.
“How the heck is this “*minor* *trauma”*?” he mumbled as he hunched over to catch his violently swinging testicles, which were throbbing immensely, and cradled them. Krystal just rubbed his back in a vain attempt to soothe his suffering. After a couple of minutes, he finally stood up straight again and went back into position. Krystal admired his tenacity and also went back to her kicking stance.
"Um, what number were we?" she asked.
"I think you were at seven now?" he said.
"Was I?"
"Yeah... I think. Ah, Screw it. Just start at eight. I'll count this time."
"Ok." She then swung her foot.
\*THWACK!\*
"Eiiiightttah!" he squealed.
\*WHUNK!\*
"Niiiiiinnneah!"
\*KRUNCH!\*
"Teeeeennn!!"
"Whoops, I think I only got the left one that time," she said as she saw her foot was only pinning his left nut to his thigh while his right nut dangled unharmed.
"I'll just hit the right one only this time," she said before swinging her leg again.
\*SCRUNCH!\*
Unfortunately, (for Lucas) she'd accidentally struck his left nut again.
"Oops, sorry," she apologized, quickly pulling her foot back.
Lucas only groaned in pain as he used his left hand to hide his left testicle against his pelvis. Still, with his left hand, he used his finger and thumb to bulge his right testicle outward more.
"Here… you can’t miss now," he squeaked.
She aimed again and finally kicked his right testicle as hard as she could. Lucas tilted his head back as visible veins popped up on his neck.
"One more to make it even," Krystal said before kicking forward again.
\*SCRUNCH!\*
The kick was so strong that Lucas completely lost his grip on his left ball, allowing it to swing and slap the underside of her foot, which was still pinning his right ball. He immediately fell to the ground into fetal as he clutched his balls in exclusive boy-agony.
"C-congrats, Lucas, you did it! You're a real man!" she said, trying to make him feel better.
But it instead did the opposite as her use of the word *man* only reminded him of his *maleness*. The organs which classified him as male was currently the source of his suffering.
After 10 minutes, Lucas crawled over to sit up against the bookshelf, still holding his groin. "I feel like I'm gonna hurl."
"Are you?" Krystal asked with concern.
"Nah. One good thing about being an athlete is that we know how to hold in our barfs,” Lucas said as he tried to catch his breath. “So, what's the last step?"
Krystal turned the book’s page. "Hmm, let’s see… step three is... oh… oh no."
"What? Why did you say “oh no”?"
"You're not gonna like it. Step three is Major Trauma by compression," she said, showing him the page.
Lucas widened his eyes, and he clutched his balls tightly, which reminded him once more of their pathetic size. It gave him the extra resolve he needed to do the next step. So he took a deep breath and calmly asked, "What's the recommendation?"
"It says to keep them compressed for at least 15 seconds. The second helper can use their hands or feet, but for the best results, use a heavy object or device."
"You decide what you think is best, Krystal. My mind’s too out of it right now to even choose."
Krystal thought about using her hands as she figured it would be the least painful option for Lucas, but she also wanted him to get the best result possible. After all, thanks to him for allowing her to see and kick his balls, her fear of them decreased. She was able to “*beat”* her fear, literally. So, she had to repay him properly for that.
So, she searched along the bookshelves and took out the two most large hardcover math textbooks she could find. She then crouched down in front of Lucas and hoisted his balls up while she slid a book under them.
Lucas looked at her and asked, "What are you gonna do?"
She looked him in the eyes and gently petted his balls. "You might wanna close your eyes for this."
A worried look came across his face, but he followed her orders, completely trusting in what she was planning to do. She stood up and held the second textbook high above her head until it was directly in line with the other one beneath his balls. She released her fingers, and a loud \*THUD!\* echoed throughout the library. Krystal could've sworn she also heard a sickening crunch too.
"What was that?!" a voice yelled. Krystal recognized the voice belonging to the old librarian lady.
She looked behind her to the end of the path and panicked as she saw a shadow approaching around the corner of the bookshelves. Lucas, who was now on the verge of screaming his lungs out as his legs spasmed, would've surely alerted the librarian on what they were doing. So, Krystal had to think quickly.
The librarian turned the corner. "You there, what are you doing?" she yelled.
At the very end of the passageway, the librarian saw Krystal crouched down with her back facing her.
"Sorry, I accidentally dropped this book," Krystal said, holding up the "Grow some Balls!" book in her right hand.
The librarian adjusted her glasses and glared for what seemed like forever to Krystal. "Alright, just be more careful with the books. They’re more expensive than your tuition fee."
"I will," Krystal said, still crouched with her back facing the librarian.
The librarian left, and Krystal breathed a sigh of relief. Only until she had heard Lucas' muffled screams was when she remembered his predicament.
She was not crouching actually but instead was sitting on the textbooks between his legs. She had used her entire body to block him from the librarian's view, and she had her legs spread over his thighs to pin his legs down from spasming.
She also knew that the librarian was old and had trouble seeing, so she hoped that the librarian’s poor eyesight would make it difficult for her to see the unhidden parts of Lucas. As for keeping him from screaming, she had to bury his face into her breasts with her left hand. It was a risky plan, but it worked in the end. As Lucas remained screaming in her chest, she rubbed the back of his head. "Shshshshsh, I know, I know. It hurts. Just let it all out," she whispered to try and comfort him as if he was a baby.
Once his scream died down, she released her bear hug. "Just 15 more seconds, and it's over," she said to him. Lucas, with his teeth gritted and eyes closed, just nodded.
She then started counting to 15, bouncing her ass atop the textbooks each time to add a little bit more pressure. Each time she jolted her ass, Lucas would moan (in pain). The whole situation was getting rather erotic, with his moaning and them being in such a compromising position with her legs widely spread apart. If his eyes were open, he would’ve had a clear view of her pink panties behind her see-through tights.
To her, it was as if she was having sex with the most popular boy in school. Around the count of 4, her body started heating up, and she felt a tingly sensation in the pit of her stomach. Then at the count of 7, she wrapped her arms around his neck. And finally, by count 9, she started moaning along with him, except hers wasn’t due to pain. She long passed the count of 15, but she was too immersed in the new sensation she was experiencing. She continued bouncing harder, flattening his balls more and more.
Lucas, with his shaking hands, reached out to try and grab her shoulders in an attempt to tell her to get off, but due to being drained of energy, he was only able to grab hold of her breasts, which were rather sensitive at the moment. She arched her back in response and moaned as her weight increased on his nuts.
"L-L-lift... b-book!" Lucas squeaked, which finally woke her from her ecstasy.
She immediately got off the textbook and removed it from his balls. She panicked as she saw how flattened they looked, fearing she had crushed them but was soon relieved as they slowly reshaped back to normal.
While kneeling, she smiled at Lucas and gently rubbed his balls. "That wasn't so bad, right?"
Lucas just turned around on all fours and parted the books on the shelf behind him. He then stuck his head behind the open space and puked up his breakfast.
Krystal only cringed in sympathy. "Ugh, so much for athletes being able to hold in their barfs.”
As she took the textbooks to place them back on their shelves, she noticed, on the cover of one of them, was a Venn diagram that had the imprint of Lucas' balls on it. One *Ballprint* at the center of each circle. Although she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help but chuckle a bit from it.
**Science Lab**
Classes were over, and Krystal was waiting in the science lab, browsing through her phone. She had shared numbers with Lucas, and he had texted her to meet him there first thing once the bell rang. However, she was the only one there.
Eventually, she saw Lucas walked in. He walked a bit funny though he tried his best hide it. Krystal now knew why he arrived later than her.
"Did you find a measuring tape in here?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, showing it to him.
"Good. Let's get this done quickly then."
He pulls his balls out from his opened zipper, not bothering to unbuckle and drop his pants.
Krystal turned on the lab's [hot plate](https://globalgastroparts.com/images/watermarked/thumbnails/284/217/detailed/2/hot_plate_28_bdqn-el.jpg) to its highest setting and placed a [crystallizing dish/flat beaker](https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB12yFLas_vK1Rjy0Foq6xIxVXaT/100mm-50mm-Glass-Crystallizing-Dish-Lab-Chemistry-Glassware.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp), filled with water, on top of it. They quietly waited until steam rose from it.
"Ok, go," Krystal said.
Lucas got up on the desk and went on his knees to carefully hover his balls over the steam. Krystal kept track of the 2 minutes with her phone. He felt some pain but it was still bearable, especially compared to step 2 and 3.
After the 2 minutes were over, he scooted forward to the edge of the desk, away from the steam and beaker. He thrust his hips forward and presented his nuts to Krystal.
“Please be gentle," he said. "They're a bit tender."
She nodded and held his balls to measure them with the measuring tape. He nervously waited to hear the results. She told him their size.
A look of shock came across his face. "That's... they... they grew..."
"They... grew?" Krystal asked, still with her hand gently cupping his balls.
"They grew! Well, only for a little, but they grew nonetheless!" He said as he ecstatically grabbed her shoulders. She, too, started smiling along with him.
"If we do this every week, then they’ll surely be large by the end of the month. Thank you, Krystal. I could've never done this without you," he said as he hunched over to wrap his arms around her upper body.
"N-no problem," she said as her heart skipped a beat. His sudden embrace had brought back that same sensation she felt earlier in the library, which made her blush heavily.
After he finished hugging her, he asked her, "How can I ever repay you? I know I kinda helped with your phobia, but I feel like I owe you a lot more."
They were staring at each other's faces, him looking down and her looking up. Krystal was close enough to truly admire how handsome Lucas was. She once again found herself blinded by her lust as she got lost in his deep blue eyes. Before she knew it, she leaned in and kissed him. He was, of course, shocked by it, but being a healthy teenage boy, he didn't retaliate. Also, since he was a more experienced kisser, he took control, and their kiss became even more passionate. Her hand gripped his shirt while her other hand gripped his balls tighter.
It was only until they both needed to take in some air, did they finally stop kissing. Breathing heavily, Krystal slightly looked away because she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with Lucas. "W-wow. I'm sorry, I-I just...," she said.
Lucas cleared his throat. "I-I guess I could take you out to the movies sometime?” He asked as he blushed.
She nodded. "Mhmm!"
Suddenly the lab's front door clicked. "Who is in here?" asked a woman’s voice. It was the school's chemistry teacher.
Krystal immediately looked behind her in a panic, unintentionally tugging Lucas' balls in the process. He let out a girlish yelp as he felt the sharp pain in his gut of having his nutcords stretched. He desperately grabbed at her wrist to free his trapped balls.
Upon realizing her mistake, she immediately released his ballsack and quickly apologized. "Sorry!"
With him, pulling away from her grip and her sudden release, it caused him to fall backward. He knew the beaker, with still boiling water, was directly behind him, so he did his best maneuver his butt in time to go past it. He ended up landing his butt safely behind it, thanks to his quick, athletic reflexes.
Unfortunately, his balls weren't as lucky as they plunged right into the bubbling liquid. They had submerged so deep that they touched the very glass bottom of the beaker where it was sure to be the hottest.
As the chemistry teacher entered the room, she gasped at what she saw. "What in the world are you doing to your balls?!" she yelled.
The only response she got was of Lucas shrieking like a kettle.
**The End**
**Author's Note 2**
**If you've already read part 1 and 2, who did you think had the worst experience of the trio? Tyler, George, or Lucas?**
**I'm sorry this took me so long to post. Online classes took up my time and greatly affected my creativeness when I started writing this. I had many periods of writer's block last month due to being brain drained. But finally, here it is. I hope you all enjoy this one.**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/jdmxe4/highschool_of_the_ballbust_hotbb_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/jhqqor/highschool_of_the_ballbust_part_2/)
**Lucas' Resolve**
**Classroom**
She tried her best to remove it from her mind but, no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t forget that incident yesterday. The sight of that boy's swollen and red balls still haunted her memories. The more she remembered their image, the scarier they appeared in her head.
"Krystal!... Krystal Chang!!" a voice yelled, which startled her.
"Y-yes, sir?!"
"I asked you what this is named," he said while pointing his ruler at a diagram on the chalkboard.
Krystal looked at the board and recognized it to be a Venn diagram. She stood up to answer, but after staring at the two circles on the board again, it started to resemble a particular male body part. Suddenly she felt lightheaded, and the next thing she remembered was seeing total darkness.
**Nurse's Office**
Krystal then found herself waking up on a bed in the Nurse's office. Across the room from her, she saw the red-haired school nurse, sitting by her desk.
“Ms. Gentles?” Krystal asked.
"Oh, you’re finally awake? How are you feeling, sweetie?" Ms. Gentles asked as she turned to face Krystal.
"A bit droggy.” Krystal rubbed her head. ”Um, how did I get here?"
"Your teacher carried you here after you fainted in his class. Have you been eating properly and getting enough sleep?"
“I believe so.”
“Hmm, Ok.”
Ms. Gentles then took out a stethoscope from her desk. “I’m just going to do a quick check on your heartbeat. Can you slightly pull your sweater down a bit?” she asked as she approached Krystal.
Krystal did so, a bit embarrassed as her pink bra and cleavage came into view. She flinched as the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope touched on her skin.
“Well, your heartbeat seems normal,” Ms. Gentles said as she removed the stethoscope. “Maybe you fainted from a heat stroke, perhaps? You do look a bit hot under all that.”
There was a good reason why Ms. Gentles wondered that because, along with Krystal’s standard school uniform, she also had on a light beige long-sleeved sweater and black see-through tights. She wore sweaters because she has always been insecure about her upper body, mostly due to her slightly larger than average breasts.
“No, I think I may have fainted from something else. I remember looking at the chalkboard, and then I saw something terrifying, and shortly after, I passed out,” Krystal said. Then she suddenly became visibly ill and blurted out, “Balls! I saw balls!"
"Balls caused you to faint? Could it be that you have Sfairesphobia?” Ms. Gentles asked. “So, what was it? Did someone bring some sports balls into the classroom?”
"No, no, not sports balls. By balls, I meant the ones boys have between their legs," Krystal said but soon blushed once she realized how ridiculous it sounded.
"Do you mean testicles?"
Krystal nodded. "Mhmm."
Ms. Gentles stifled a laugh, which caused Krystal to blush even more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but... It’s the first I’ve heard something like that." Ms. Gentles covered her mouth as she laughed. After regaining her composure, she cleared her throat. “Alright, alright, I’m done now.”
“So what should I do?” Krystal asked.
“You can try to desensitize yourself. If you're exposed to your fear long enough, gradually, you’ll feel less anxious whenever you see “*balls”* again,” Ms. Gentles said, using air quotes as she said the word balls. “It's a tried and true method used in therapy."
"You mean I have to go around and ask boys to show me their balls?!" Krystal asked with a trace of panic in her voice.
"Well, that's if you want to, but there are books or the Internet you could use, you know."
"Oh yeah," Krystal said, embarrassed yet again.
"Speaking of, there should be a large red book labeled "FTB" you can find in the biology section of the library. You can’t miss it."
"FTB? Alright, I’ll give it a look.” Krystal got off the bed. “Oh, and thank you for taking care of me, Ms. Gentles."
"No problem, sweetie. All the best now."
Luckily, Krystal had been lying in the Nurse's office for a while because when she’d left, it was already lunch period. So, there was plenty of time for her to go to the library.
**Library**
Being a frequent visitor at the library, she was able to easily navigate her way through it. In quick time, she’d already located the FTB book, one shelf above her.
She reached for it but suddenly, a random hand grabbed the next book beside it. Since she had been so focused on scanning the shelves, she failed to notice the boy beside her. He also seemed not to have spotted her as well, judging from his sudden exclamation, "Found it!"
Krystal looked at the boy and immediately recognized him as the most popular boy in school, well, at least among the girls. She would sometimes see him walking around school with a group of girls following him or hear her classmates idolize him, though she never fully understood why, other than he was handsome and athletic.
"You're... Lucas?" she asked.
He looked at her, finally noticing her presence, and immediately turned pale.
"W-what the? This book isn't about sports. Who placed this here?" He said while quickly placing it back on the shelf. He then faced her and asked, "Uh, have we met before?"
"No, but-"
\*THUD!\*
The book he had so hastily shoved in its slot had fallen to the ground with its cover facing up. Its title read, "Grow some balls! The best guide for your low hangers!"
An awkward silence filled the air as the two looked down on the book. Krystal finally crouched to pick it up while Lucas slowly tried to back away.
"You're... trying to grow your balls?" she asked him.
"No-nonono, I said that was the wrong book, remember? The one I’m looking for is about sports and stuff, which I’m gonna go search for now. So cya."
"Wait!” she said before he could walk off. “I get how you feel. I also know what it's like to feel self-conscious about a part of your body. So, don’t worry, I won't tell anyone. Here."
She handed the book over to him. He hesitated but eventually took it from her.
"You won't?" he asked.
"I promise," she said as she grabbed the FTB book from off the shelf.
"Free the balls? You’re interested in that book?" he asked.
“Ooh, so that’s what it stands for. I wouldn’t say I’m particularly interested, but I do need it for a certain issue of mine.”
“Oh, I see… wait, earlier you said you were also self-conscious about a part of your body… and you just said you have a certain issue…,” Lucas said as he looked at the book in her hand and then slowly to her crotch. “Are you Trans?!”
“What? No! What made you think that?!”
“It’s just that you and your issue… plus the FTB book… so I just figured-”
“No, you've got it all wrong. I need this because I have a -”
She stopped herself. "Never mind, it's stupid,” she continued.
"Well, you kinda know mine so, it’s only fair that I know yours."
“I… suppose you’re right, but… you’ll probably laugh at me.”
“I don’t think I’m in any position to be laughing at anyone,” Lucas said.
Krystal then leaned her back against the bookshelf and sighed. "I... have a fear of balls, "*low-hangers*" to be exact. This book is supposed to help with desensitizing my phobia."
"Oh... well, it’s odd but, I wouldn't laugh at something like that," he said, also leaning his back against the bookshelf.
"Thanks. The school nurse, on the other hand, found it hilarious. She even jokingly suggested I go around and ask boys to show me their balls to help desensitize me."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"I know, right! Although it might be easier than reading through this entire thing. Like seriously, how much is there to possibly learn about balls?" Krystal said as she held the FTB book up.
“ *Loads,* apparently.”
They both shared a laugh until it slowly went back to silence. Lucas then broke the silence and asked, "So... do you think it might work?"
"Hm, you mean looking at the real thing? Possibly? But it's not like I could go around and do that now, can I?"
"Yeah, true..."
Lucas then looked down at the book in his hand and noticed something written on it. He then turned to Krystal and said, “Maybe we could help each other."
"What do you mean?"
"I want bigger balls, and you want to get over that fear, right? What if I show you my balls, and you help me increase their size?"
Krystal was naturally taken aback by his suggestion. "What?! Do you even hear yourself? You're talking crazy! Besides, how am I supposed to help your balls grow!?"
"Well, I'm not sure how but look right here. It says, *A second helper is required to complete all steps successfully*," he said while pointing at the bottom left of the “Grow some balls” book.
"B-but... won't it be embarrassing for you?"
"Of course it will, but I don't think I can ask anyone else to help me with this. You’re the first and only person who knows about my balls being small, so it has to be you."
"But we just met. You don't even know my name."
"Then tell me,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders.
"Wait... just hang on for a sec!” she yelled as she pushed him back. “You’re coming on too sudden, and I think you’re taking my phobia lightly. Did you even consider if I was ok with seeing your balls?”
Lucas then realized what he was saying and calmly back off. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m never this pushy. I guess being so desperate, I kinda just started spouting nonsense.”
“Mhmm,” she said, feeling a bit awkward which, was evident because of the way she grabbed her elbow across her body tightly.
“Just forget I’d ever said anything. I’ll find another way to deal with my problems while you deal with yours. I suppose this is useless to me now,” he said as he returned his book on the shelf. “Hope you manage to beat your phobia. Good luck.”
She just silently watched as he walked off, feeling a bit sorry for him. She looked at the “Free the balls” book in her hand and bit her lower lip.
"Krystal,” she said.
“Hmm?”
“My name's Krystal… and I want to see your balls. So please show me."
Lucas said nothing as he was in disbelief that she’d agree with his suggestion. He turned around and asked her, “Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I know a private spot where we can go."
**Library - Secluded Spot**
They were now in an area located at the very end of the library. It was a narrow passageway with bookshelves on both sides and the end of it, meaning it had only one entry.
"The Math section, huh? Good idea. No one will ever come over here,” Lucas said. "Ok, let's do this then."
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He then reached into the front opening of his boxer-briefs and pulled out his balls.
Upon seeing a pair for the second time in her whole life, Krystal reacted with a yelp and stumbled backward as she covered her face with her hands.
"Are you okay?" Lucas asked, fearing he had triggered her phobia. He immediately bent down to pull his pants back up.
"No, wait." Krystal slowly parted her fingers to take a peek. "I was just caught by off-guard, but... yours aren’t as gross-looking as I thought they'd be."
She then remembered that boy's balls she saw and compared them to Lucas'. It was like comparing eggs to plums.
"I don’t know if it’s because of their small size, but… they look sorta cute, in a weird way," she said as she leaned in a little closer to get a better look. She suddenly realized her poor choice of words as she saw his scrotum tightened. “Sorry, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to-”
"Ahem. So, the book?” Lucas asked, changing the topic.
"Y- yeah, one sec." She opened the book. "It says we should first measure them before we start anything. It's so we can compare the results afterward."
"I already know their sizes, so, next step." He motioned his hand, signaling her to skip ahead.
"Next, it says we must pick a guide to follow. Beginner, intermediate, or advance.”
“Advanced would be quicker, right? So let’s do that.”
Krystal flipped several pages ahead. "Alright, the Advance guide says to complete these three steps weekly. *Step 1: Warm your testicles in a source of heat for a total of 2 minutes.*"
"What the heck? The first step is to roast my nuts in a fire?!" He asked, immediately clutching his *nuts* instinctively.
"No, I'm sure by a source of heat; it's something like a heated room or a warm surface or something."
"Oh, that makes more sense.” He sighed in relief as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “… But finding a heated room in this school will be difficult. Almost everywhere has an AC unit, and a heated surface probably won’t warm them up good.”
Krystal folded her arms, and Lucas scratched his head as they both started to think of other options.
"We could use steam,” Krystal said. “There are electrical hot plates in the science lab that we could use to boil water. Just you hang your balls over the raising steam."
"Good idea. But, a few problems though, the hot plates are secured to the desks, so we can’t just borrow one, and people are probably occupying the lab right now."
"I think it's usually empty after school. We can use it then," she said.
"Really? Great then. Let's leave that step for later. What's step 2?"
Krystal started reading again. "Uhh... this can't be right."
"What's it say now?"
"Minor Trauma. Cause light trauma…” Krystal turned the book to show him the page. “…by giving ten kicks to both testicles. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. We could just try the heat method only," she said to him once she saw him turn pale.
"No… I can handle it.” He clenched his fists and spread his legs apart. “Do it. Kick my balls.”
Krystal was stunned, but not because of how his balls swung invitingly in front of her, but mostly by his determination. For him to be so willing to even take kicks to his most vulnerable area made her realize that once he’d set his mind on achieving something, he’s not one to give up easily. It kinda made her respect him a bit.
She eyed his balls and went into a kicking stance. But before she began, she asked, "Are you 100% sure you want me to do this?"
"Yeah, give me your best shot,” he said as he closed his eyes.
“Ok, here it comes.”
\*WHAM!\*
“That’s one," Krystal said.
Her shoe landed dead center of his balls, nailing them both perfectly. Lucas immediately went on tippy-toes, and his face contorted into many expressions of agony. While letting out a barely constrained scream, which increased in pitch over time, his hands went to cradle his nuts. But instead of feeling the soft, squishy texture of his balls, he ended up cradling the hard underside of Krystal's shoe, which was still pinning his balls to his pelvis.
Krystal had to quickly lean in and cover his mouth. "Shhh. You have to be quiet, or else you'll alert the librarian. Does it hurt that bad?"
Lucas vigorously nodded his head as a single tear ran from his tightly closed eye.
Krystal pitied him. To have such a weak spot between one's legs must be awful. Seeing his reaction made her grateful she wasn't born male. After a minute or two, he was able to recover and went into position again.
"Ok, ok…” he said with short breaths. “I’m ready again, but this time could you please take off your shoe and sock?"
She does so, not sure how it'll make any difference, but she had no right to question what he believed would be better for him and his balls.
\*WHOMP!\*
Right on target again, but this time his eyes were open to witness the moment his balls compressed and bulged on each side of her foot. He felt like collapsing then and there.
"Two!" she said as she removed her foot. His scrotum stayed glued to her foot until it reached maximum elasticity and snapped back into its usual shape.
"Are you ok? That one looked pretty painful," she asked him.
"Don't... stop," he squeaked.
And with that, she continued her assault.
\*WHAM!\*
"3!"
\*WHOMP!\*
"4!"
\*THUMP!\*
"5!"
\*WHACK!\*
"6!"
\*THUD!\*
"7!"
\*CRUNCH!\*
"8!"
"Stop! Stop! Time out!" Lucas yelled, still being careful not to be too loud.
“How the heck is this “*minor* *trauma”*?” he mumbled as he hunched over to catch his violently swinging testicles, which were throbbing immensely, and cradled them. Krystal just rubbed his back in a vain attempt to soothe his suffering. After a couple of minutes, he finally stood up straight again and went back into position. Krystal admired his tenacity and also went back to her kicking stance.
"Um, what number were we?" she asked.
"I think you were at seven now?" he said.
"Was I?"
"Yeah... I think. Ah, Screw it. Just start at eight. I'll count this time."
"Ok." She then swung her foot.
\*THWACK!\*
"Eiiiightttah!" he squealed.
\*WHUNK!\*
"Niiiiiinnneah!"
\*KRUNCH!\*
"Teeeeennn!!"
"Whoops, I think I only got the left one that time," she said as she saw her foot was only pinning his left nut to his thigh while his right nut dangled unharmed.
"I'll just hit the right one only this time," she said before swinging her leg again.
\*SCRUNCH!\*
Unfortunately, (for Lucas) she'd accidentally struck his left nut again.
"Oops, sorry," she apologized, quickly pulling her foot back.
Lucas only groaned in pain as he used his left hand to hide his left testicle against his pelvis. Still, with his left hand, he used his finger and thumb to bulge his right testicle outward more.
"Here… you can’t miss now," he squeaked.
She aimed again and finally kicked his right testicle as hard as she could. Lucas tilted his head back as visible veins popped up on his neck.
"One more to make it even," Krystal said before kicking forward again.
\*SCRUNCH!\*
The kick was so strong that Lucas completely lost his grip on his left ball, allowing it to swing and slap the underside of her foot, which was still pinning his right ball. He immediately fell to the ground into fetal as he clutched his balls in exclusive boy-agony.
"C-congrats, Lucas, you did it! You're a real man!" she said, trying to make him feel better.
But it instead did the opposite as her use of the word *man* only reminded him of his *maleness*. The organs which classified him as male was currently the source of his suffering.
After 10 minutes, Lucas crawled over to sit up against the bookshelf, still holding his groin. "I feel like I'm gonna hurl."
"Are you?" Krystal asked with concern.
"Nah. One good thing about being an athlete is that we know how to hold in our barfs,” Lucas said as he tried to catch his breath. “So, what's the last step?"
Krystal turned the book’s page. "Hmm, let’s see… step three is... oh… oh no."
"What? Why did you say “oh no”?"
"You're not gonna like it. Step three is Major Trauma by compression," she said, showing him the page.
Lucas widened his eyes, and he clutched his balls tightly, which reminded him once more of their pathetic size. It gave him the extra resolve he needed to do the next step. So he took a deep breath and calmly asked, "What's the recommendation?"
"It says to keep them compressed for at least 15 seconds. The second helper can use their hands or feet, but for the best results, use a heavy object or device."
"You decide what you think is best, Krystal. My mind’s too out of it right now to even choose."
Krystal thought about using her hands as she figured it would be the least painful option for Lucas, but she also wanted him to get the best result possible. After all, thanks to him for allowing her to see and kick his balls, her fear of them decreased. She was able to “*beat”* her fear, literally. So, she had to repay him properly for that.
So, she searched along the bookshelves and took out the two most large hardcover math textbooks she could find. She then crouched down in front of Lucas and hoisted his balls up while she slid a book under them.
Lucas looked at her and asked, "What are you gonna do?"
She looked him in the eyes and gently petted his balls. "You might wanna close your eyes for this."
A worried look came across his face, but he followed her orders, completely trusting in what she was planning to do. She stood up and held the second textbook high above her head until it was directly in line with the other one beneath his balls. She released her fingers, and a loud \*THUD!\* echoed throughout the library. Krystal could've sworn she also heard a sickening crunch too.
"What was that?!" a voice yelled. Krystal recognized the voice belonging to the old librarian lady.
She looked behind her to the end of the path and panicked as she saw a shadow approaching around the corner of the bookshelves. Lucas, who was now on the verge of screaming his lungs out as his legs spasmed, would've surely alerted the librarian on what they were doing. So, Krystal had to think quickly.
The librarian turned the corner. "You there, what are you doing?" she yelled.
At the very end of the passageway, the librarian saw Krystal crouched down with her back facing her.
"Sorry, I accidentally dropped this book," Krystal said, holding up the "Grow some Balls!" book in her right hand.
The librarian adjusted her glasses and glared for what seemed like forever to Krystal. "Alright, just be more careful with the books. They’re more expensive than your tuition fee."
"I will," Krystal said, still crouched with her back facing the librarian.
The librarian left, and Krystal breathed a sigh of relief. Only until she had heard Lucas' muffled screams was when she remembered his predicament.
She was not crouching actually but instead was sitting on the textbooks between his legs. She had used her entire body to block him from the librarian's view, and she had her legs spread over his thighs to pin his legs down from spasming.
She also knew that the librarian was old and had trouble seeing, so she hoped that the librarian’s poor eyesight would make it difficult for her to see the unhidden parts of Lucas. As for keeping him from screaming, she had to bury his face into her breasts with her left hand. It was a risky plan, but it worked in the end. As Lucas remained screaming in her chest, she rubbed the back of his head. "Shshshshsh, I know, I know. It hurts. Just let it all out," she whispered to try and comfort him as if he was a baby.
Once his scream died down, she released her bear hug. "Just 15 more seconds, and it's over," she said to him. Lucas, with his teeth gritted and eyes closed, just nodded.
She then started counting to 15, bouncing her ass atop the textbooks each time to add a little bit more pressure. Each time she jolted her ass, Lucas would moan (in pain). The whole situation was getting rather erotic, with his moaning and them being in such a compromising position with her legs widely spread apart. If his eyes were open, he would’ve had a clear view of her pink panties behind her see-through tights.
To her, it was as if she was having sex with the most popular boy in school. Around the count of 4, her body started heating up, and she felt a tingly sensation in the pit of her stomach. Then at the count of 7, she wrapped her arms around his neck. And finally, by count 9, she started moaning along with him, except hers wasn’t due to pain. She long passed the count of 15, but she was too immersed in the new sensation she was experiencing. She continued bouncing harder, flattening his balls more and more.
Lucas, with his shaking hands, reached out to try and grab her shoulders in an attempt to tell her to get off, but due to being drained of energy, he was only able to grab hold of her breasts, which were rather sensitive at the moment. She arched her back in response and moaned as her weight increased on his nuts.
"L-L-lift... b-book!" Lucas squeaked, which finally woke her from her ecstasy.
She immediately got off the textbook and removed it from his balls. She panicked as she saw how flattened they looked, fearing she had crushed them but was soon relieved as they slowly reshaped back to normal.
While kneeling, she smiled at Lucas and gently rubbed his balls. "That wasn't so bad, right?"
Lucas just turned around on all fours and parted the books on the shelf behind him. He then stuck his head behind the open space and puked up his breakfast.
Krystal only cringed in sympathy. "Ugh, so much for athletes being able to hold in their barfs.”
As she took the textbooks to place them back on their shelves, she noticed, on the cover of one of them, was a Venn diagram that had the imprint of Lucas' balls on it. One *Ballprint* at the center of each circle. Although she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help but chuckle a bit from it.
**Science Lab**
Classes were over, and Krystal was waiting in the science lab, browsing through her phone. She had shared numbers with Lucas, and he had texted her to meet him there first thing once the bell rang. However, she was the only one there.
Eventually, she saw Lucas walked in. He walked a bit funny though he tried his best hide it. Krystal now knew why he arrived later than her.
"Did you find a measuring tape in here?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, showing it to him.
"Good. Let's get this done quickly then."
He pulls his balls out from his opened zipper, not bothering to unbuckle and drop his pants.
Krystal turned on the lab's [hot plate](https://globalgastroparts.com/images/watermarked/thumbnails/284/217/detailed/2/hot_plate_28_bdqn-el.jpg) to its highest setting and placed a [crystallizing dish/flat beaker](https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB12yFLas_vK1Rjy0Foq6xIxVXaT/100mm-50mm-Glass-Crystallizing-Dish-Lab-Chemistry-Glassware.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp), filled with water, on top of it. They quietly waited until steam rose from it.
"Ok, go," Krystal said.
Lucas got up on the desk and went on his knees to carefully hover his balls over the steam. Krystal kept track of the 2 minutes with her phone. He felt some pain but it was still bearable, especially compared to step 2 and 3.
After the 2 minutes were over, he scooted forward to the edge of the desk, away from the steam and beaker. He thrust his hips forward and presented his nuts to Krystal.
“Please be gentle," he said. "They're a bit tender."
She nodded and held his balls to measure them with the measuring tape. He nervously waited to hear the results. She told him their size.
A look of shock came across his face. "That's... they... they grew..."
"They... grew?" Krystal asked, still with her hand gently cupping his balls.
"They grew! Well, only for a little, but they grew nonetheless!" He said as he ecstatically grabbed her shoulders. She, too, started smiling along with him.
"If we do this every week, then they’ll surely be large by the end of the month. Thank you, Krystal. I could've never done this without you," he said as he hunched over to wrap his arms around her upper body.
"N-no problem," she said as her heart skipped a beat. His sudden embrace had brought back that same sensation she felt earlier in the library, which made her blush heavily.
After he finished hugging her, he asked her, "How can I ever repay you? I know I kinda helped with your phobia, but I feel like I owe you a lot more."
They were staring at each other's faces, him looking down and her looking up. Krystal was close enough to truly admire how handsome Lucas was. She once again found herself blinded by her lust as she got lost in his deep blue eyes. Before she knew it, she leaned in and kissed him. He was, of course, shocked by it, but being a healthy teenage boy, he didn't retaliate. Also, since he was a more experienced kisser, he took control, and their kiss became even more passionate. Her hand gripped his shirt while her other hand gripped his balls tighter.
It was only until they both needed to take in some air, did they finally stop kissing. Breathing heavily, Krystal slightly looked away because she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with Lucas. "W-wow. I'm sorry, I-I just...," she said.
Lucas cleared his throat. "I-I guess I could take you out to the movies sometime?” He asked as he blushed.
She nodded. "Mhmm!"
Suddenly the lab's front door clicked. "Who is in here?" asked a woman’s voice. It was the school's chemistry teacher.
Krystal immediately looked behind her in a panic, unintentionally tugging Lucas' balls in the process. He let out a girlish yelp as he felt the sharp pain in his gut of having his nutcords stretched. He desperately grabbed at her wrist to free his trapped balls.
Upon realizing her mistake, she immediately released his ballsack and quickly apologized. "Sorry!"
With him, pulling away from her grip and her sudden release, it caused him to fall backward. He knew the beaker, with still boiling water, was directly behind him, so he did his best maneuver his butt in time to go past it. He ended up landing his butt safely behind it, thanks to his quick, athletic reflexes.
Unfortunately, his balls weren't as lucky as they plunged right into the bubbling liquid. They had submerged so deep that they touched the very glass bottom of the beaker where it was sure to be the hottest.
As the chemistry teacher entered the room, she gasped at what she saw. "What in the world are you doing to your balls?!" she yelled.
The only response she got was of Lucas shrieking like a kettle.
**The End**
**Author's Note 2**
**If you've already read part 1 and 2, who did you think had the worst experience of the trio? Tyler, George, or Lucas?**
