Time Dilation

All day, you’ve been feeling an unfamiliar tingling in your crotch. By the time you were getting ready to head home, you felt a good deal heavier than usual. You even got a bit light-headed on the final trek to the front door. It’s hard to think straight at this point.

You fumble open the door, preparing to tell Kronii that you’re just gonna lie down for the evening. But before the first word has properly formed in your mouth, you see her leaning against the wall across from the door. She bites her lip and skips over to you. She’s cheerier than normal. Or smugger. It’s sometimes hard to tell the difference with her.

She grabs you by the collar, drags you inside, and slams the door. Her eyes look almost mad with lust as she pulls you into a kiss so French it makes your mind surrender. Even in your dizziness, muscle memory takes over and responds in kind. Her hand strokes your chest, then your stomach, before rushing down to your belt. You’ve come home to a horny Kronii before, but never one quite this eager. She pulls away panting and licking her lips.

“Welcome home, babe,” she says. Your eyes are still closed after the kiss, but her grin is audible. “You look a little tired. Come with me.”

She guides you through your home, helping you out of your clothes and throwing everything aside on the way. Between each garment, she gives you another kiss, using her lips as a trail of breadcrumbs to follow. Your underwear is the last to go, right as you enter the bedroom. She gently pushes you into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you.

“So, how was your day? Anything weighing on your mind?” You sense an implicit chuckle hidden behind her words.

You feel her soft hands cup your testicles and bounce them up and down a bit. You manage to bring your eyes into enough focus to see her tilting her head from side to side with an investigative look on her face.

“Mmm, these look awfully full.”

It’s the first time you’ve had a chance to inspect your balls since you got dressed this morning. You remember them being normal back then, but now they look damn near double their usual size, maybe more. Your mind sweeps over the rest of the morning and recalls Kronii giving you a kiss and a playful squeeze of the groin on your way out the door. An atypical gesture, even despite her many kinks, but one that is now starting to make sense. Her voice, laced with a primal hunger, snaps you back to the present.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this all day. I can’t wait anymore.”

She helps lift your legs up onto the bed, then starts to undress herself. Whether your mind properly understands the situation or not, your dick needs no further explanation, and is standing at attention within seconds of her phenomenal chest being freed. Your eyes drink in the rest of her as it is revealed - her delicate neck, her elegant arms, her stunning legs.

She glides across the bed to you on all fours, her massive breasts swinging with each predacious stride, her hungry eyes fixed on your swollen balls. She bends down to kiss them, and a string of drool chains her to them as she finally meets your gaze.

“You wanna empty them so bad, don’t you?” She starts tracing her wet tongue up the sides of your cock, getting it nice and slippery for the vigorous fucking you see foretold in her eyes. “You want me to take that load off?”

The pressure within your balls is still building. You can barely manage a nod. Kronii smiles, and rises onto her knees to mount you.

Sometimes she likes to tease you a little bit; she might make the first slide down agonisingly slow, or hold herself at the tip, tempting you into grabbing her hips and challenging her sexual authority. But today, she wastes no time. Your cock slides into her smoothly, pushing a deep, reverberating moan out her other end. Closing her eyes and taking an excited breath, she settles into her usual riding tempo, both pleasured and relaxed by the reliable familiarity of your flesh gnomon.

You can feel the hot inner walls of her pussy squeezing your cock from all sides, doing their best to liberate as much pent-up semen as they can, but you find it difficult to enjoy given the searing tension below. As you get closer and closer to climax the pain only seems to grow. Seeing the winces on your face, she leans down, bringing her head right next to your own. The feel and sound of her shuddering breath in your ear, so often a cornucopia of joy, bring no salvation.

“Trust me,” she manages to whisper between gasps. “Just let go.”

Pushing through the pain, you dig your hands into her butt and start thrusting upward to meet her. She slaps a hand over her mouth to catch a surprised, uncharacteristic yelp. Taking total control of the momentum, you drive your pelvis towards heaven over and over, juggling her hips with a zero-to-death combo straight from the second circle of hell. Your dense ballsack slaps against her ass with every motion, providing a steady, powerful rhythm to the rutting. You keep thrusting long after the energy in your body should have left you, until finally you feel your cock start to swell with a geyser of cum. With one final push, you arch your back and deliver a thick, steaming load directly into the deepest recesses of her womb. She buries her face in your neck, muffling her cute little squeals with your skin. You hold her up on your raised pelvis for over a minute, blasting rope after rope inside her welcoming pussy, before collapsing. Finally, the aching seems to die down a bit.

For about a few seconds.

Kronii pushes herself up, watching with a look of genuine concern - and perhaps a little guilt - as the grimace returns to your face. You both glance down between her legs, around your shaft, to your balls. Bad news: they look even bigger than before. Your dick, too, looks thicker and more muscular from all the cum it just pumped, though that might just be confirmation bias.

“They still feel full,” you groan.

Kronii shifts her shins onto your thighs, cradling your heavy scrotum with her toes. She looks back to you with another smile.

“Good.”

A brief wave of anger compels you to sit up to face her.

“The hell do you mean, ‘good’? What did you do? How am I meant to fix this?”

“I guess you’ll just need to keep cumming inside me until it goes away,” she suggests coyly.

There’s no doubt about it anymore: she’s definitely extra smug today. The constant pressure in your sack is probably the result of some time fuckery meant to transform you into an infinite cum factory.

Fine. If she wants it that badly, she can have it.

The power of post-nut clarity gives you the capacity to take action rather than merely be acted upon: you grab Kronii by the waist and flip her over, her resulting laugh at your assertiveness betraying a hint of arousal. Looking up at you with those gorgeous blue seductress eyes, she bites her lip and parts her long legs like spider fangs preparing to strike. She gives no further instruction - indeed, today none is needed.

You hilt yourself within her in a single thrust, sending a tremor through the bed and earning a reflexive yelp from Kronii. The spider fangs close in around you, coaxing you deeper into the cave. You begin pummelling her cervix and subconsciously pledge to grant her no mercy or respite until you are relieved.

The room soon devolves into an echo chamber of grunts, moans, and slopping penetration. Kronii’s moans turn into screams, into hoarse whimpers, into silence as you fuck her to near-unconsciousness. You reach climax after climax, each one granting you minimal relief before it’s back to work, and each feeling better than the last thanks to the fading pain, laws of diminishing returns be damned. After a few dozen minute-long ejaculations, you notice that her belly has swelled significantly.

This gives you a genius idea.

You flip Kronii on her front, propping her up on a squishy cushion of your own making and plugging the stuffing inside with your cock. A light-headed giggle escapes her lips as she is thrown around, already fucked beyond the point of logic and mobility. You resume your thoughtless thrusting, resigned to the cycle of pain and pleasure. With each further nut busted, the cushion gets a little bigger, forcing you to kneel higher and higher to match it.

Eventually her belly gets so full that doggystyle becomes unfeasible, so you take her on her side instead, lifting one of her slender legs up and nuzzling and kissing it as you continue to unload over and over inside of her. Every now and then you bring your thoughts together to check on her, seeing the signature glazed eyes and hanging tongue of cock-drunkenness. Every impact between your hips and hers sends a ripple through her body, giving you a constant reminder of just how much of your cum is sloshing around inside her, even out-jiggling her squishy, heaving milk tanks. The twin reigning champions, shamed and dethroned by an artificial outsider.

Finally, with sunset long since passed, you dump one final load in her sopping cunt, signifying it with a primal, conclusive roar. Your hips struggle to unlearn the rhythm of your pounding, still jerking forward as you try to pull out. Your pulsing cock keeps launching ropes as you retrieve it from the cum-filled goddess balloon you’ve made, coating the exterior of her engorged belly with a creamy topping. For the first time in hours, you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe. The room is suffused with the suffocating scent of raw, limit-bending sex. The gallons of spent semen packed into Kronii start to leak out, adding to the thick puddle of what already escaped. Looking around, you see a layer of cum all over the bed, even dripping onto the floor in some places.

Welp. Better add new sheets to the shopping list.

You’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now, you’re physically and sexually exhausted beyond belief. You lie down behind Kronii, herself already passed out, and drape your arm over her. You rest your hand on the false pregnancy you’ve bestowed upon her, her skin as soft as ever. The pain is gone. Sleep takes you within seconds.