After awaking in the middle of the day, Joan inspected her room in a cold sweat. The breaths grew stronger and faster as she regained her balance. Her eyes were fixed on her sheets. They were completely saturated with pre-ejaculate and bodily fluids. Joan groaned, regretting taking part in No Nut November; even though it was December 1 and the challenge was over, she couldn't help but be annoyed that she had taken part initially. Her entire month of pleasure was gone, and now she felt like a complete imbecile—though she could simply make it up by jacking off now. To herself, she vowed not to repeat this mistake. Being a futanari sucked.
"I'm such a fucking idiot," she grumbled. "A total loser."
After rubbing her eyes, Joan sat up and turned off the light. She then threw open the window. Inhaling deeply to clear her passages in the cool, crisp air, she was startled by how quiet the city was. Her avenue was deserted.
In an abnormally rigid fashion, her phallus jerked. Perhaps it was because she now had a chance to climax, or was it simply because she hadn't orgasmed in a while? When was the right time to relieve herself? By making contact with her bulging balls between her legs through her undergarments, she discovered they were significantly bigger than normal, firm, and didn't seem to be abating any time soon. She sighed, rubbing her fingers as she made her way up the slick underside of her booty.
Everything felt different—in need of inspection.
Her first instinct was to go for a check-up, but she quickly discarded the idea. If she asked anyone, she would probably be laughed at. In any case, who else would know? In any case, medical attention was too late, and doctors didn't help anyway; Joan would rather handle the issue of her sex how she wanted. It would have been better for her to keep this to herself rather than share it, she knew that sometimes she would get carried away, but she also knew that accepting responsibility for her actions was a crucial lesson.
"I'll check the mirror in the bathroom." The lights in her flat were dim, even though she had switched them on before going in, and she closed the blinds before taking off her clothes and locking the door to ensure that she was in the dark. In front of the mirror, she examined herself. In addition to her enormous breasts, her nipples were hard as rock, and she pulled her panty down to reveal her genitals. Screaming erupted from her.
In a word, her balls were huge. Their size was larger than typical, which meant that her penis wasn't quite as large, but it was still larger than average. Pre-cum was leaking from her urethra and made her look like a wet dog. Almost like a sack of potatoes, Joan's balls hung low. With her hands, she felt the warmth and fullness of them, and the cock was stiff enough to poke out like a tent pole from her body. Inflamed and throbbing, her penis head was red. She gasped in shock.
"Jesus!" she cried. "It's gotten way too big!"
As if her arousal were heightened by seeing her enlarged genitalia, her words came out more like a moan. It was more than half an inch longer than usual, and the veins running along its length pulsated with excitement as Joan ran her fingers along them.
Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. A disgusted grimace spread across her face, her mouth wide open. She couldn't believe how she'd changed so much. She was now carrying a large, cannon-sized penis that was teeming with life.
Something had to be done about this, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe going to the doctor was a good idea—but she had already been rejected by doctors once, being told she was a pervert and sexual deviant. A freak of nature.
"But I'm not," she protested. "I-I just need to make myself smaller."
Her only way out was to empty her balls of their salty cargo. Before bending over the toilet, Joan sighed and pulled her pants off. As she sat upon the seat, she placed one hand beneath her buttocks and rubbed her shaft with the other.
"Oh..." she groaned as the warmth and pressure spread through her body, making her feel good in all sorts of ways.
"It's so sensitive," she grunted, looking down at her penis. It was an incredible sensation. Blood flowed through it; every pulse of her heart was felt against her testicles. The sensations were becoming more intense by the second, and she hadn't felt anything like it before. Squeezing her swollen balls tightly, she kept rubbing herself, massaging the solid sperm inside her.
The sweat was pouring profusely from Joan's body. She was getting aroused, but her balls were too full to release them. Having so much semen hidden within her balls, she was unable to climax. When the orgasm hit and her mighty nuts heaved, the ejaculate was too solid to be released. Despite her best efforts, it remained trapped inside her scrotum, pushing against her shaft.
"Shit! It's too thick!" she exclaimed.
It was hopeless for her, and she knew there was nothing she could do. She couldn't empty her balls, so she gave up.
"So much for that," she said, standing up and getting up from the porcelain throne. She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and then walked back into her room. She closed the door, locked it, and collapsed onto the bed.
"What now?" she thought aloud.
Her penis was still erect. Masturbating would do no good. She needed to find another solution, or else her balls would burst.
"I'll go for a walk," she said, rising and putting on some clothes. "It's too stuffy indoors."
The challenge of finding clothes that fit her huge breasts was difficult enough; she couldn't imagine how challenging it would be with a penis more than two feet long. As a result of wearing baggy trousers, she found moving quickly difficult without tripping over herself. Keeping her hands in her pockets, Joan walked through the streets at a brisk pace. It was a quiet street.
Her mind focused on something other than the dull ache between her thighs. Namely, how to relieve her backed-up balls and penis. She didn't want it to explode while she was walking, so she had to come up with a plan.
"A brothel," she muttered to herself, passing a park and glancing toward the horizon. "I have to get a prostitute. That's the only way I can empty my balls."
She continued down the road, thinking about her predicament.
***
The nearest brothel she found was one