Shemale ballbusting?

[Selftailer]

Depends on how big it is.

I'm still trying to decide what to do with her balls, myself.

It's a shame the eunuch archive got all retarded and doesn't update any more.

They do Snoodle, but sooo slooowly...

[Snoodle]

They do Snoodle, but sooo slooowly...

Huh. You'd think it'd be easy to finish uploading all the old stuff with relative speed. Not much point if you update the site so slowly no one notices it moving.

I'm kinda curious as to what everybody else thinks I should do with Meg's balls.

[Dude]

Well..On the one hand, she deserves a little more..eerm, fun with them :P, but on the other hand, I'm curious on how they would be removed :P, I'm geussing you know alot of things you would want to do to her, so I'll just say, go with your feelings ?

[bthauronite]

I'm thinking an "accident" including an ex-lover, a car, and a very thin, very sharp rope.

[qwyjibo557]

Given Meg's tendencies, I assumed they'd eventually rupture rather than be severed. On the other hand, I could see Liz holding Meg responsible for the condition of her mangled penis and wanting some payback.

It strikes me though--Meg's noticed that her endowment seems to grow with the abuse it takes; but the increase in the size of her man(?)hood is also correlated to the destruction of others' testicles. Wonder what she'd do if that occurred to her?

[qwyjibo557]

"Well," Samantha said as she leaned back in her chair and looked at the other three members of the executive board of Fuligin University's Women's Anime Club. "All in all, I think the WAC's First Annual Anime Festival went really well." She brushed a lock of dark brown hair out of her face.

"I agree," Cassie, the board's secretary said. "I think people really enjoyed the midnight hentai screenings."

"Especially once we stopped asking for hand checks," Gretchen, WAC's vice-president smirked.

"Fuck," Jen, the club treasurer, scrunched up her face. "You weren't in charge of cleaning the floor, Sam. Guys are pigs. But yeah, disgusting excretions aside, everyone did have a pretty good time. And we raised enough that we should be able to put it on again next year."

"We should celebrate," Gretchen said, pulling a bottle of peppermint schnapps and a deck of playing cards out of her backpack. "How about a few hands of asshole?"

"I don't know--" Cassie began. The Irish redhead could hold her alcohol pretty well for a woman her size, but at only 5'2" with an average build, that wasn't saying too much.

"Sounds like fun to me!" Jen interrupted. She got up, crossed the room, and locked the door to the WAC office. Technically, Fuligin U didn't allow drinking in the student activities building. However, the private, windowless offices provided ample opportunity for shenanigans and the privacy the offices afforded motiviated more than a few students to either start a club or join a board. Samantha was a little surprised Jen was up for a drinking game. While she was a bit taller than Cassie, the Asian girl was slim, and had a reputation for being a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

Well, what the Hell Samantha thought. It was already 10pm and the next day was the last day of classes before Spring Break. Her first class wasn't until 1, and even if she got a hangover, she'd be able to power through. "I'm in," she said.

"Alright," Gretchen said, shuffling the cards, "draw to see who deals first. Asshole each round has to take a drink, and the President can make the Vice-President or the Vice-Asshole drink, if she chooses. Sound good?" They all agreed.

Samantha had a few secrets the other girls didn't know. One of them was that she was pretty good at Asshole. Her secret was to cheat, of course. Sometimes, when she played a double or, more often, a trip, she'd slip in an extra card flush with the bottom card. She almost never got caught. So, after a dozen, Samantha had only taken a single shot, when Jen had been President and Samantha had been Vice-President. Gretchen had had a couple more than Samantha, but she'd managed to stay near the top of the pecking order for most of the game. Jen hadn't done quite as well, and she was a bit tipsy. Poor Cassie, though, had borne the brunt of game. She'd been Asshole for most of the rounds, and when she managed to claw her way up to Vice-Asshole, Jen or Gretchen would make her drink if either of them were President. So Cassie was starting to slur a bit.

"Okay," Gretchen said, "I don't think we can all keep drinking this much, so let's make things a little more interesting. How about, instead of President making someone drink, she has to choose a player to take off a piece of clothing?"

Well, Samantha thought, that answers that. She'd always thought that Gretchen had a touch of the bi about her. Plus the blonde girl was on the swim team, and, well, Samantha knew what everyone said about the swim team.

"Yeaaaahhhhhh!" Cassie exclaimed. "Let's see some titties!"

Uh oh, Samantha thought, Cassie might be a little farther gone than I thought.

Samantha found herself becoming aroused. Looking at Gretchen's blonde hair and dark eyebrows she wondered if the carpets matched the drapes. And then there was Jen. She wondered if the Asian girl hada thick, black bush or if she shaved. And she'd often fantasized about going down on the feisty redhead during her bedtime masturbation sessions. She really didn't want the others to see her naked, but . . . okay.

"Fine with me," she said, "but two rules changes, to keep things balanced: the same person doesn't have to strip two rounds in a row, and the Asshole doesn't have to drink if she had to drink the previous round."

That ought to keep Cassie out of too much trouble.

Gretchen laughed. "Sounds good to me. Otherwise we'll have Cassie passed out and naked in six hands."

"No you are!" Cassie retorted.

Oh dear.

Jen made a face. "What makes you think I want to see any of you naked?" she asked.

"C'mon, Jen, you know you want to see these puppies," Gretchen cupped her breasts and shook them at Jen. "And I know I've seen you checking out Samantha's rack when you thought no one was watching. It's just some fun. No one's going to sit on your face."

Samantha blushed. With her full D-cups, she did have the largest breasts of the four of them.

". . . ok, you've got me," Jen looked abashed. "But nothing leaves this room, agreed?"

"Deal."

"Of course."

"Titties!"

Jesus, Cassie. I hope I don't have to drag her home.

They started playing with the new rules. Given that her advanced cheating techniques helped her win pretty handily anyway, Samantha started giving Cassie middling cards, instead of complete trash, when she was President and Cassie was Asshole. Shoes and socks came off pretty fast all around. As before, Samantha was President more often than not. She focused on Gretchen and Jen, and before long, tops were coming off as well. Jen, it turned out, was not wearing a bra. Not that she needed to. Her apple-sized breasts were full, but perky, and looked good on her long slender frame. Her nickel-sized, dark, pointy nipples complemented her breasts perfectly. She acted embarrassed to be the first showing anything, but her stiffening, pointy nipples and areolae indicated that she was also aroused.

Samantha was impressed when Gretchen's shirt came off, although it shouldn't have been a surprise. She is a swimmer, after all. Gretchen's torso was compact and muscular, with strong arms and thick shoulders, but not in a bulgy kind of way. Of the other three, she had the largest breasts, Samantha thought. Probably Cs. Finally it was Samantha's turn. She realized she'd probably been giving Cassie too many decent cards when she lost her shirt. She pulled the knit top over her head. She noticed that Jen and Gretchen both had their eyes riveted to her chest. Samantha put her hands behind her head and arched her back. "Get a good look, girls. This is the most you'll see of them!"

Samantha started keeping her best cards for herself. Cassie started losing again and, because she had to take a shot just about every other round, played worse and worse. Thanks to her new strategy Samantha managed to take President the next couple of turns. Gretchen's bra come off first, revealing half-inch light brown areolae with small, hard nipples. Then Cassie's, revealing her large, puffy pink nipples. But no good thing lasts forever. Gretchen, who had been complaining about Samantha's streak for a while, caught Samantha laying down extra cards.

"What the fuck is this? You've been cheating the whole time, haven't you?" Gretchen demanded. Jen and Gretchen began chanting "cheater!"

Oh. Shit.

"Sshe was tryin' to get us all nakey," Cassie slurred. "ya should make 'er strip! Give 'er a spanking as punishment!"

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"Come on, guys, it's a legitimate strategy!" Samantha said. But Jen and Gretchen weren't having any of it.

"Off with it," Gretchen said.

"No way, you guys, this is going to far! We never agreed we had to play until we were completely naked! I'm on my period."

God, please let them buy it.

"Fuck you, cheater!" Gretchen said. "Jen, I'll hold her, you strip her." Samantha struggled but Gretchen had her arms pinioned behind her before she knew what was happening. Jen reached around unclasped her bra letting Samantha's heavy breasts fall free. Then Jen unzipped Samantha's denim skirt and pulled it down her legs.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"What. the fuck," Jen said. All three girls were staring at Samantha's crotch. A pair of men's fashion briefs constrained a huge bulge.

"Please, no!" Samantha begged. Jen reached slowly for the briefs and pulled them down. Out flopped Samantha's six-inch, soft, uncircumcised, veiny prick and egg-sized (USDA Grade A Large) balls.

One of Gretchen's hands shot around from behind Samantha to the base of her cock, as if she was trying to throttle it. "What the fuck is this?" She demanded. Her other hand shot around and grasped Samantha's loose testes tightly between her fingers. "And what the Hell are these?" Samantha choked back a cry

Oh God, I always knew this would happen someday.

"Those're her coock and baawwllls!" Cassie declared.

To Be Continued.

[WhispyWillow]

Ooo, excellent start. I hope we'll get to see more!

[qwyjibo557]

Ooo, excellent start. I hope we'll get to see more!

Thanks! It's my first stab at narrative fiction in years, so any constructive criticism's welcome. I've got the next few parts mapped out in my head; just gotta write it all down.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Thanks! It's my first stab at narrative fiction in years, so any constructive criticism's welcome. I've got the next few parts mapped out in my head; just gotta write it all down.

Although fraternity does not cross the pond well, your story has what is too often missing here – the surprise twist.

The unpredicted, OMG moment at the end of a section that leaves your readers wanting more.

Please continue!

(Don’t worry if you fail to receive much feedback, but watch the “views” number for a better indicator.)

[qwyjibo557]

Jen was the first to break the silence following Cassie's announcement.

"That's the biggest one I've ever seen," the petite Asian girl said, staring at Samantha's cock, which was beginning to thicken despite Gretchen's tight grasp on its base and Samantha's balls.

It's big? Samantha thought. She'd never seen another cock before--not in real life, anyway.

"Fuck that," Gretchen snarled. "The question is, what's it doing on her or, better yet, what's he doing in the Women's Anime Club, much less serving as it's president?!" Gretchen punctuated each emphasis with a tightening of her grasp on Samantha's balls, causing Samantha to emit a series of gasps.

"Wait!" Samantha cried, "I'm not a ma-"

"Shut up!" Gretchen shifted her grip on Samantha's scrotum, released her cock, reached around, and slapped Samantha's balls, hard. Samantha slumped back against her, making a keening noise. She tried to roll away, but Gretchen's grip on her reddened, swelling testicles ****** her to roll right back. Gretchen drew her tightly muscled arm back, preparing another blow.

Jen laid the tips of her fingers against Gretchen's wrist. "Yeahhhh, she said. Those're good questions and all. But . . . I've never seen a cock that big. I . . . I kinda need to give it a try, you know?"

Gretchen let go of Samantha's balls and sat back. Samantha rolled into a fetal position, still keening but starting to sob, her hands curling protectively around her scrotum.

"Well," she said, sneering, "you're welcome to try, but I doubt this asshole's going to be in much shape to do anything for a little while."

"Nah," Jen said. "I've dealt with my share of whiskey dick before. I doubt this'll be too much different. She reached back and untied the black ribbon holding back her queue of dark hair that fell to her shoulder blades.

Gretchen stood up and moved around to the side, sitting down beside Cassie. The little redhead watched the unfolding scene with glazed eyes, her face red and her mouth slack. She was breathing heavily, not quite panting.

"Like what you see, eh?" Gretchen leered, nudging Cassie. Cassie just kept staring at the monster between Samantha's legs.

Jen leaned forward and spoke softly into Samantha's ear.

"Shhhh. I know it hurts right now, but I'm going to make it feel really good soon."

"I've never--" Samantha whimpered. "Please don't let her hurt me . . ."

"No one's going to hurt you anymore," Jen said. More loudly, "are they, Gretchen?"

"Nah," Gretchen said. "You want to ride the shim freak, you can ride the shim freak. It'll be fun to watch at least."

Jen coaxed Samantha to stretch out and moved her head down along Samantha's torso, circling her tongue around one of Samantha's stiffening nipples as she went. She reached Samantha's cock, gingerly pulled the loose foreskin back, and wrapped her lips around the plum-colored glans, working her tongue.

Oh God, Samantha thought. Her sack felt like it held two molten lead lumps of pain, but she'd never felt anything as warm, wet, or good as what Jen was doing. She'd played with herself before, of course, but it had never been anything like this. What- She felt something circling around the base of her hardening penis.

Jen pulled her mouth of the tip of Samantha's cock with a moist "pop." "This is just to help you get hard and stay hard," Jen told her softlly, as she finished tying one end of the black ribbon around the base of Samantha's cock, just where her short, thick, curly, dark brown pubic hair ended.

Samantha moaned. The binding was uncomfortable, but she could feel it controlling the blood flow to her cock as she grew harder and harder. She felt Jen's hands move against her and then felt a much greater discomfort against the top of her scrotum. Samantha yelped.

"Shhh," Jen said as she finished tying off Samantha's balls with the other end of the ribbon. "I have to do this so you don't come inside me and knock me up," she explained. "And," Jen smiled, "so you last a while."

Jen sank her mouth back onto the head of Samantha's cock and worked her tongue around it some more, caressing the shaft with her fingertips.

Holy fuck, this is amazing

Soon, Samantha was fully, massively erect. Jen and the other two girls stared. Samantha's turgid monster looked like it was about ten inches long and thicker than Jen's wrist.

"Jesus," Jen moaned. She unbuttoned her jeans, hooked her thumbs around the waistand, and stepped out of her pants and underwear. Her vulva, smooth as a veal cutlet, and her thighs were covered with her juices.

Oh God, she does shave. Samantha's balls still hurt--a lot--but the urgency of her erection and her excitement over the impending loss of her virginity distracted her from the pain.

Jen straddled Samantha's hips, placed one hand between Samantha's breasts, and guided the head of Samantha's cock against the opening of her pussy. Slowly, Jen lowered herself onto Samantha's throbbing prick. Jen began riding Samantha, bouncing up and down, bracing herself with one hand on each of Samantha's tits, playing with the eraser-sized nipples. Jen could only take about three-quarters of Samantha's cock before bottoming out, but she bounced away with barely-restrained abandon. Samantha looked beyond Jen to Cassie and Gretchen. Gretchen's fly was open and her hand was working inside her pants, but her eyes and expression were still flinty and cold. Cassie, the other hand, was even pinker than before. Her face was bright red and the top of her chest was flushed as she rolled a puffy nipple between her fingertips, breathing heavily and giggling to herself. In contrast to Gretchen, though, her hand wasn't inside her skirt. She was just enjoying the show.

"Suck my tits," Jen moaned. Samantha obliged.

God, never imagined . . . so hot . . . so tight. Samantha was in heaven and hell at once. Jen's bare, wet pussy felt so much better than her hand ever had, but . . . with her balls tied, they swung wildly with Jen's bouncing and Samantha's involuntary thrusting, slapping against Jen's buttocks, then Samantha's. The pleasure outweighed the pain, though.

Jen began yipping as she started to cum, and then moaned as she lost control and sank farther onto Samantha's cock. As Jen's body convulsed with her second orgasm, Samantha felt her own orgasm begin to build. Despite the ribbon, Samantha felt her balls painfully contract and semen to start spurting through her cock. Jen felt it, too.

"Oh shit," Jen said. "You came inside me! I'm not on the pill!" Jen stood up on unsteady legs and began to dress quickly. Samantha was still cumming. She hadn't masturbated in days. Ropes of thick cum splattered on her face and hair, her neck, her left breast, and her slightly rounded belly. Finally, Samantha's orgasm, her first from another person, began to subside, as semen pulsed out of her cock and ran down, pooling at the base of her crotch, coating the ribbon and her balls.

"I've gotta go get some Plan B." Jen spoke in a clipped tone. "Gretchen, can you take care of her? Be nice!" Recovering from her orgasm, Samantha noticed that Cassie had passed out at some point during Samantha's deflowering.

I don't want to be left alone with Gretchen . . .

"Jen," Samantha began "I-"

Jen smiled at Samantha. "That was great, Sam, but I've gotta take care of this. We'll use a condom next time, a magnum or something. Oh my god, fantastic."

"Don't worry," Gretchen said, "you take care of yourself, Jen, I'll clean things up here."

Before Samantha could say anything else, Jen was out the door.

Oh no.

Gretchen stood and locked the door. She strode over to Samantha and smiled wickedly as stepped slowly on Samantha's testicles. Samantha screamed as more semen oozed out of her cock. Gretchen knelt down between Samantha's legs.

"Well, here's the problem," Gretchen said. "Jen didn't tie your junk up tight enough." Gretchen cinched the knots in the ribbon tighter--first the one encircling Samantha's still rigid cock, then the one around Samantha's balls. "Now," she said, "let's see how that does."

"Gretchen," Samantha croaked, "please stop--we're friends-"

"Shut up, freak." Gretchen said. "Another word and I'll crush your balls--which you shouldn't even have!"

Holy shit! She means it! Samantha shut her mouth.

Gretchen began stroking Samantha's jizz-slickened cock with both hands. "Jen was right about one thing, it is big." She continued stroking. Samantha's balls hurt more than ever, but in the aftershocks of her first orgasm, she could feel Gretchen's manipulations bringing her close to cumming again. Finally, Samantha couldn't hold back her hips began to buck . . . then she groaned. The ribbon was tied so tightly that she couldn't ejaculate. The aching in her balls grew.

I can't believe they didn't burst. Oh Jesus, I'm never going to be able to have sex again! She stifled a sob.

"There we go!" Gretchen smiled. "See, that's how tight Jen should have tied it. Well, now that that's done, I'll just leave you here to consider whether trying to fool us into thinking you're a woman is really such a good idea."

Gretchen rolled Samantha's swollen, strangling balls under her toes. Samantha could only feel pain. Gretchen could feel the anguished testicles deforming and flattening.

"Here's a hint," Gretchen smiled, drawing her foot back. "It's probably not." Gretchen swung her foot forward hard into Samantha's unprotected balls. Samantha passed out.

Gretchen smiled and walked out, locking the door behind her, leaving Cassie passed out drunk and Samantha ***********, but still rock hard.

To Be Continued

[WhispyWillow]

An excellent start, and an even better continuation ^^ Great work!

[qwyjibo557]

An excellent start, and an even better continuation ^^ Great work!

Thanks very much!

[abrakadaba]

Great work qwyjibo557, looking forward to the next installment of the story!

[qwyjibo557]

Cassie came to slowly. Her head hurt but she felt . . . fuzzy.

Ugh, she thought, where am I

She could hear someone saying her name . . . and sobbing?

"Whoozzat?" she asked.

The last thing I remember is . . . Jen riding Samantha's . . . giant cock?!

"Cassie," she recognized the voice now. Samantha. "Cassie, please help me. Oh, God, it hurts so much, I can't get it undone"

Cassie opened her eyes and levered herself to a sitting position.

[I]What the?[I]

She saw Samantha sprawled in front of her with her legs splayed apart. Cassie had trouble, at first, processing what she saw between Samantha's legs. As her memories returned her frame of reference snapped the image into focus and she realized she was seeing, for the second time that night (at least, I think it's still night) Samantha's magnificient, eight-inch cock and egg-sized balls. But they were changed now. Where before Samantha's manhood (is that the right word for this situation?) had been a creamy, smooth pink-white color, the area was now an ugly, dark, unhealthy purple color. Cassie vaguely remembered Samantha's testicles hanging loose, not like some pictures of old men's junk she'd seen, but just loose enough that they were gently outlined by the scrotum that their round oval shapes could be seen, covered by soft-looking skin. Now, Samantha's sack appeared taut and distended; a giant lump the size of a grapefruit covered by shiny skin that looked like it might split any second. Samantha's cock (Oh my God, that amazing cock) didn't look much better. It had been thick, veiny, and proudly rigid before. Now, it just looked swollen. And rather than complementing the cock's thickness as they had before, the veins stood out almost as wide as Cassie's pinky finger, straining and dark. Now that she was sitting up, Cassie was able to see something dark at the base of Samanta's strangling penis. She remembered now--Jen's hair ribbon!

"Please, Cassie, I can't get it off myself. Help!" Samantha begged, her voice thick and tense with pain. Samantha's hands fumbled weakly near the black ribbon, but each time they touched it, or the darkened skin below it, they jerked back. "It hurts too much!"

Cassie crawled unsteadily over to Samantha and examined the area. Jen's hair ribbon was tied in two loops around the base of Samantha's penis and the base of her scrotum. About a half inch of tortured flesh puffed out above it on the tied-off areas. Semen was pooled around the ribbon, which was tied with bows. If the semen hadn't begun to dry into the ribbon, making it sticky, Samantha probably would have been able to just pull one of the loose ends and untie the whole thing herself. From her pre-med classes, Cassie knew that, at this point, it was a good thing Samantha wasn't able to.

Jesus, how long was I out? She might lose it all!

Cassie swallowed. "Samantha, stop. Leave it alone. We need to get you to the medical center. We can't untie the ribbon here. There might be . . . might be necrosis. Tissue death. If there is, and we untie it now, you could get an infection in your bloodstream and die. We can get you to the health center in a couple of minutes. If there's no necrosis yet, that much time won't make a difference."

Samantha began wailing. "My dick! I don?t want to lose my dick!" She was a mess. Her face, hair and torso were covered in splotches of sticky, half-dried semen. Cassie grabbed Samantha?s discarded underwear and began cleaning her face.

"You're probably going to be fine," Cassie lied. "I'm pretty sure there?s no permanent damage. But because there's a small chance that there is, we have to get you to a doctor before we take that ribbon off. Who did that to you? Jen? I kinda remember her tying it around you, but it looked like you two were having fun?"

"It wasn't Jen," Samantha sobbed. "It was Gretchen, after Jen left." Samantha told Cassie what had happened while Cassie dressed her for the walk to health center. It was only a few hundred yards the building, and it was about 3 a.m. according to the wall clock, but it was a university campus after all, so roving packs of drunks were always a possibility.

Samantha's shirt went on without a problem, but when Cassie had Samantha stand up so they could get her denim skirt on, she realized they were going to have a problem. Samantha wailed as Cassie hauled her to her feet. Samantha's scrotum was so engorged that, just standing, it bounced against the top of her thighs with every agonized breath; it was too distended to fit between her legs. When Cassie had Samantha step into the skirt, Cassie realized the impossibility of the situation. Even with the back unzipped, there was no way they could slide it over Samantha's jutting eight-inch penis, and even if they could, Samantha wouldn't be able to take the pain. She was panting as it was and could barely stand.

Thinking quickly, Cassie tore the slit of the skirt all the way up. Then she fastened the hem around Samantha's waist with a stapler. Now, the skirt covered Samantha's ass, but left her massive, bruise-purple cock swinging in the wind.

It's not good. But it's the best we can do

"Ok, Samantha, we need to do this now. I know it hurts, but we have to get you to the doctor. Let's go." The made their way out of the student activities building leaning on each other, Cassie unsteady with drink and Samantha in so much pain that she could barely stand. As they walked, Samantha?s cock began dripping. Gretchen had given her a cruel handjob after cinching the ribbon tight, and all the unreleased semen was still seeking release. The movement from walking began to force it through even the stricture around Samantha's urethra. Step. Step. Splat. Step. Samantha was in pain and mortified.

God, if she's not very lucky, that's going to be the last spunk that'll ever come out of her cock

Cassie tried to make conversation to take Samantha's mind off her embarrassment and pain. "When did you begin transitioning?" She asked. "I never would have guessed you were a transwoman. Your breasts look completely natural, and I didn't think hormone therapy produced breasts that large."

"I'm not a transwoman," Samantha answered. "I'm futanari. I looked like a girl until I hit puberty and then my, my balls literally dropped and my clit," she pointed at her eight-inch protuberance, "changed and got huge."

"Oh," Cassie said. "I've heard of that."

You're about the only one, Samantha told her. It started happening at the end of fifth grade. I was living in the middle of bumfuck. The town practically ostracized us. They thought my parents were doing it to me. My parents knew what was happening because I'm not the first in my family. We had to move to a different state. I thought college would be different." She started crying again. At least if I lose it all I won't have to worry about it anymore, right?" The sobs turned into laughter. Laughter with an edge to it.

Shit. So much for taking her mind off it.

They were almost to the health center. Cassie began to lead Samantha between a shortcut across the quad when she saw what she had feared when they left the activities building: drunks. A fratboy and a vapid-looking girl, probably going back to one or the other's room after a party, were weaving across the quad in their general direction. Cassie hoped that, in the darkness, outside of the pools of lamplight along the walking paths, she and Samantha wouldn't be noticed. No such luck.

"Oh my Gawd!" the drunk girl exclaimed, pointing at Samantha's rampant, agonized erection, "look at his dick!"

Jesus, what a sorostitute. We've gotta get away from them.

"My friend's got alcohol poisoning. I just need to get her to the health center," Cassie said.

The brobarian was glaring at Samantha, probably with envy. "Put that thing away, faggot!" He must have thought Samantha was a man, crossdressing. He made as if to nut-tap Samantha. She flinched back, throwing Cassie, who was still-half drunk, off balance. Cassie stumbled, trying to regain her footing. Without Cassie's support, Samantha, still in too much pain to stand on her own, fell to the ground. Cock first.

There was a terrible ripping sound as Samantha hit the ground. Then she began screaming. Cassie immediately knealt down, terrified that the tearing noise had been something in Samantha's penis. As she examined Samantha however, she realize that the pressure of the fall had caused the ribbon around Samantha's penis, not her cock itself, to tear. Semen mixed with blood begain oozing quickly from the tip of Samantha's prick and pooled around her bruised genitals, the result of Gretchen's abuse.

Samantha's anguished screams caused the drunks to move on their way; they didn't want to be associated with the trouble. Fortunately, her screams also brought the attention of one of the emergency nurses on duty at the medical center. The nurse was aghast at Samantha's cock, both the fact of it and it's mangled state. Samantha was admitted to the emergency center and the nurses told Cassie to go back to her room, and that campus security would be in touch.

Back in her room, Cassie undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes focused on her own secret, nestled in her sparse red pubic hair. She imagined it trussed up and abused like Samantha's. Cassie's cock wasn't nearly as large as Samantha's, only six inches or

I was too drunk. That could have been me. Samantha's cock might be ruined

She remembered Jen sucking and then riding Samantha's cock, and began stroking herself. Cassie's cock wasn't nearly as large as Samantha's, only six inches or so. Although like Samantha, and most other futanari she had read about in the medical literature, her testicles were unusually large.

That could have been me, too. Cassie shot her load and it hit the full-lenght mirror in spurts, forming yet another whitish trail down the corner of the mirror. She fervently hoped that Samantha would recover. Her hope was not entirely selfless.

To Be Continued

[Snoodle]

The plot thickens...along with some other things.