*Author's Note: I read Riddle82's 'Josslyn's Story Continues' on Futanaripalace. I love them and I hope this inspires them to write more. I've made the character of principal Brooks canon. I hope Riddle82 approves.*

Josslyn Strikes Again

“Ew, it’s Jizzlyn.”

“Look how far back she has to stand from the urinal.”

“Is that a dick, or a pink hose?”

“I wish she’d use a stall so we didn’t have to see her gross elephant trunk.”

“Shh! She’s looking!”

The gaggle of girls peeking at her from the far end of the restroom quickly pretended to be looking somewhere else as Josslyn glanced over.

Josslyn sighed and shook herself out. She had to squeeze the last squirt of piss out of her dick like a toothpaste tube. Once she was pretty sure it was all out, she tucked her dick into her stocking and rolled it back up to her thigh. She tried not to look like she was hurrying.

“Ew! She just put her piss-covered dick in her sock!”

“Maybe instead of ‘Jizzlyn’ we should call her ‘Pissy Long-Stockings.’”

Josslyn blushed beet red and avoided looking at the girls as she went to the sink to wash her hands. When she was alone she’d usually wash her dick off, also, before tucking it back into her stocking, but the girls watching and whispering about her made her too self-conscious. The dampness she could feel spreading across her right kneecap told her that had been a mistake.

Without looking up, she pushed her way through the gaggle of girls at the door and rushed out into the hall. She hoped they didn’t see the tears beading at the corners of her eyes.

The girls’ laughter followed her down the hall.

Why did she have to be such a freak? No other girl in school had a dick as big as hers. The next biggest was Hester Brightbridge and she was only two-thirds Josslyn’s size. She came like a firehose but nobody made fun of her.

Maybe because Hester never jizzed her panties in class. Hester’s balls never seemed to get full. She could go all day—all week even—without cumming, and then dump a load that would fill a dozen bathtubs! Meanwhile Josslyn couldn’t even go a whole period before her balls were full to overflowing.

Just thinking about jizz started the precum flowing. Damn her overproductive nuts! It wasn’t enough her dick had to be crazy huge but her stupid jizz-factories just pumped out cum nonstop!

She took a sharp left and shouldered open the door to the first floor relief room.

Naturally it was packed with girls that had left it to the last minute before the bell rang to empty their nuts. The air was heavy with the humid scents of perspiration and sour spunk. The soft slapping, slurping and moaning sounds from a dozen girls fucking the silicone wall orifices filled Josslyn’s ears and brought the blood flowing to her nethers. Her cock stiffened against the fabric of her sock as she felt the warmth of her turgid serpent creeping down her leg toward her ankle.

“Come on, come on…” Josslyn danced nervously in place as she eyed the extra-large machines at the back of the room. Of course they were all occupied. 

The three next biggest girls in school: Debbie Reys, Cara Bellenowitz and Hester Brightbridge all picked now of all times to empty their nuts at the same time in the same place.

She could try and make a dash for the second floor relief room, but who was she kidding? She’d never make it.

“You’d better not make a mess in my relief room, Jizzlyn,” said a voice from behind Josslyn.

Josslyn’s heart sank when she saw who it was. 

Labia Pruitt. 

Gross.

The slimy teen was slurping on a lollypop and wearing the orange flotation vest of a relief room monitor.

Labia Pruitt’s real name was Lavinia, but everyone called her “Labia” on account of the fact her labia were so grotesquely oversized you could see them through her skirt. Her skirt! How was it even possible? She wasn’t even a proper futa! She only got to attend Mayfair because she had a clit like a tube of bologna and her dad had sued the school to let her in. She was possibly the only girl at Mayfair School for Futas even more despised than Josslyn.

Unlike Josslyn, though, Labia reveled in her peers’ disapproval like a wrestling heel drinking up the jeers of an angry audience. She’d even adopted the nickname “Labia” for herself and got mad if anyone used her real name.

Labia took the lollypop out of her mouth with a wet pop. With her other hand, she absently rubbed the bulge of her gross giant clit through her skirt.

“I heard what you did to the second floor last week,” she said. “My dad’s a lawyer, and if you get me pregnant, he’s gonna sue that freak cock of yours right off your body.”

Frankly, there was nothing better Josslyn would like more than to be rid of her cumbersome cum cannon, but she knew Lavinia didn’t mean it literally.

“I-I’ll try to be careful,” murmured Josslyn, averting her eyes from Lavinia’s lewd display.

“I’ve got my eye on you,” said Labia. She went back to sucking her lollypop and rubbing herself to the sight of a roomful of horny girls banging out their backed up balls.

The sound of straining elastic brought Josslyn back to the urgent situation growing in her stocking. She couldn’t afford to lose another pair, her mom would kill her!

She hurriedly rolled down her sock and released her python before it tore itself free. The hefty beast sprang up abruptly, its flared mushroom head caught the hem of a nearby girl’s skirt and yanked her sharply back.

“Hey!” the girl yelped, stumbling backward and windmilling her arms wildly. Her cock popped out of the wall-pussy just as she blew her load. A cupful of spunk splattered in a sloppy diagonal across the wall.

“I hope you don’t think I’m cleaning that up!” she huffed.

“S-sorry,” Josslyn murmured. She stretched her skirt out pathetically to cover a few more inches at the base of her gargantuan boner.

“If I lose my spot on the leaderboard because of you…” The girl frowned and put her hands on her narrow hips. Her boner still tented the tartan fabric of her uniform skirt, dripping spunk onto the floor.

Every relief machine had a touchscreen above it with a list of every girl at the school and their semen production for the semester. It also tracked the consistency, quality and frequency of their ejaculations, sperm count, the size and firmness of their erections, and a hundred other pointless little stats the girls at Mayfair School for Futas compared and agonized over endlessly. 

The screen over the girl’s machine buzzed and she turned to see.

“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed. “I just got passed?”

“You snooze, you lose, Alice,” snickered the girl fucking the adjacent machine. She was taller, with bigger tits and a mane of dark hair tied back with a blue ribbon. Her look of triumph morphed into something like a halfway-sneeze as her eyes rolled back into her head and she plunged her cock deep into the silicone wall pussy.

“H-h-here I go again!” her fists clenched around the handgrips to either side of the machine as her cock emptied itself into the vibrating tunnel. “You’ll never catch up now!”

The screen over the blue-ribbon girl’s machine chimed happily as she climbed another place in the leaderboards.

“No fair, it’s Jizzlyn’s fault and her stupid giant dick!” Alice objected.

“You were never gonna beat me,” said the blue-ribbon girl. “Don’t try to blame it on Jizzlyn.”

Both girls wiped down the outside of the relief machines and hit the button to activate the rinse cycle before taking their argument out into the hall. Alice shot Josslyn one last dirty look before shoving her dick out of the way as she stormed past.

The unwanted contact sent a frission of pleasure vibrating up Josslyn’s throbbing shaft. A surge of hot precum splattered loudly onto the tiles, accompanied by groans of general disgust from the rest of the room.

“Hey! What did I just tell you, Jizzlyn?” barked Labia. “You better clean that up!”

“I know, I know!” Josslin groaned. Why did her cock have to be so stupid huge? She missed the carefree days of freshman year when her dick was barely twenty inches long and she only came a couple gallons at a time.

Josslyn’s boner stretched nearly a full six feet at this point, and was drooling a steady stream of precum as her inconsiderate balls churned up gallons of spunk. The beachball-dwarfing curve of her heaving cumtanks engulfed her legs clear down to her calves, growing heavier with every breath.

At the back of the room, the girls were still pounding away at the XL machines.

The pressure in Josslyn’s groin was unbearable! How long did these girls plan on spending in here? Didn’t they know there was an emergency?

Sighing, Josslyn grabbed her burgeoning erection in both hands and, with a heave that nearly burst a vein in her head, lifted the rock-hard pink pillar to the vertical and clutched it to her chest.

Josslyn silently thanked God her bust was on the modest side. A self-titfuck would have been more than enough to blow her load right then and there. She regretted even thinking about it as a moment later she felt an intense, painful pressure in her nuts as the churning orbs surged with another load of nut-butter. Her erection responded to the sexy image as well, stretching another several inches toward the ceiling.

“Are you trying out to be the school’s new flagpole?” teased Pamela Tunderpickle, wiping her own tiny prick down with a wet wipe before tucking it back into her panties. “Keep growing at this rate and you’ll be a shoe in!”

Josslyn blushed beet red and closed her eyes to shut out the crowd of laughing faces around her. She wanted to clap her hands to her ears but didn’t want to release the bear hug she had on her throbbing shaft.

Blinking back tears, Josslyn teetered precariously toward the back of the room where Debbie, Cara and Hester were fucking the bejeezus out of the XL machines. Every step she took spilled globs of precum onto the floor with loud, wet splats that turned heads every time. She could feel Labia’s gaze burning into the back of her head.

“Uh, hey, Hester.” Josslyn sidled up to Hester and wiggled her fingers in greeting.

The towering, stocky upperclassman grunted in what might have been a response, or might have just been another grunt. Hester’s beefy face was scrunched in concentration, her piggy eyes squinting at the leaderboard as the numbers measuring her ejaculation volume ticked steadily upward.

“D-do you think—” Josslyn started, only to be cut off by a sudden loud squelch as a glob of Hester’s heady jizz splattered from the bottom of the orifice in a sloppy explosion that coated both her and Josslyn’s legs. 

“Eeeugh!” Josslyn gagged. Hester’s jizz was so rank it made her nose burn and her eyes water. Why did she have to let her loads stew all week before relieving herself?

Hester didn’t even seem to notice Josslyn’s retching noises, continuing to fuck away at the silicone wall pussy like a battering ram. Each thrust now accompanied by a loud ketchup fart and a spray of grayish-yellow spunk.

Paradoxically, the smell and sound of Hester’s foul jizz only got Josslyn’s nuts more excited. She swore she could feel the sperm fizzing inside her scrotum like soda pop. Her cock throbbed in her arms and stretched another foot toward the ceiling. A bucket’s worth of precum erupted from the tip and splattered all over her head and down her back.

“Eeeugh!” Josslyn groaned.

“Haha, you got slimed!” Debbie laughed.

“That’s Jizzlyn for you,” said Cara.

“What about you, Cara?” Josslyn tried to keep the desperation out of her voice. “Are you going to be finished soon?”

Josslyn’s cock was a precum fountain. Sher resigned herself to changing clothes after this. She kept four spare uniforms in her locker at all times.

“No way! Go use the second floor.” Cara continued to fuck the wall pussy without breaking pace.

“Cara, that’s mean. You know Jizzlyn would never make it to the second floor,” said Debbie.

Josslyn whined a little involuntarily. Her balls were going insane! Worse, the fizzing was getting stronger. It was as if she could feel the individual sperm battering the inside walls of her nutsack, desperate to get out.

Just then Hester’s machine began to groan with the sound of plumbing under heavy strain and a deep GLUG GLUG GLUG as Hester let out a long, low moan.

Without a word, Hester pulled her fat, sloppy, steaming cock from the XL wall pussy and turned to leave. Her still mostly hard cock was covered in slime. The relatively short member was massively girthy. It made Josslyn think of a pink oil drum. Beneath Hester’s fat, dark shaft, a pair of hairy, melon-sized balls swung down to her knees.

“Phew! Hester! You need to clean out your nuts more often!” Debbie coughed.

“You’re nasty, Hester,” said Labia, eagerly rubbing her fat, rubbery pussy lips. Seriously, it looked like she’d folded an inner tube in half and stuffed it up her skirt.

Everyone in the room was gagging on the stink of Hester’s rancid cum. Josslyn thought she might puke.

“Machine’s free,” grunted Hester. 

The ejaculation meter on the screen read “964 gallons.”

“Y-you’re not even going to wipe it down?” asked Josslyn.

Hester was hosing down her cock at the sanitation station and didn’t reply.

Josslyn eyed the recently vacated machine dubiously. A glob of thick, yellow slime the consistency of breakfast grits plopped into the broad puddle Hester had left on the floor.

She looked over at the other two machines. Debbie and Cara were still pounding away. 

The desperate pressure in Josslyn’s nuts made her want to vomit even more than the stink of Hester’s jizz. Her nutsack was finally big enough to touch the floor. It was bigger than a pair of completely full garbage bags. Both of her cum factories groaned with pent-up spunk. The soda pop fizzing sensation was more intense than ever.

Just then the bell rang.

“Don’t you girls have to get to class?” asked Josslyn hopefully.

“This is our free period,” said Debbie.

“Yeah,” said Cara. “We’re gonna spend the whole hour draining our balls!”

“Maybe if you did a few more marathon draining sessions, you wouldn’t leak all the time,” said Debbie.

“But I don’t have a free period this semester!” Josslyn objected. 

“Sucks to be you,” Debbie shrugged.

It did suck to be Josslyn. She looked back at Hester’s recently-vacated machine. Gross, yellowy slime poured out of the gaping silicone opening. Musk so thick it was visible as steam stung her nostrils. She tried to hold her breath. Even if the smell nauseated her, her balls loved it for some reason. Every whiff she took of the dizzying musk seemed to urge her nuts to swell larger!

“Ughhh,” Josslyn groaned. Her cock was about to explode!

Finally, with a resigned sigh, Josslyn leaned over and swiped her student ID card through the slot beside the screen. The meter reset and a new message flashed on the display.

“Welcome Josslyn. Your last session was 4 hours ago at HOME,” read the screen. All the relief stations in the city were networked so the protein reclamation company could track each citizen’s output and credit them accordingly.

“Cum credits” could be used as money at participating locations. If there was one upside to being Josslyn, she was fantastically rich. She’d be even richer if cum credits didn’t have a monthly cap, but at least she always had enough to afford replacement clothes when she invariably ruined the outfit she was wearing.

Huffing and puffing like an asthmatic rhino, Josslyn heaved up her towering cock and shuffled backward. The weight was so much that she could barely move at all. Her nuts were completely anchored to the spot by their increasing weight. Fortunately her scrotum was stretchy enough she was still able to back up far enough from the machine to lay her cock down horizontal.

The sudden shift from vertical to horizontal released a gush of precum from Josslyn’s cockslit. Hot, slick slime washed over Cara and Debbie’s toes.

“Holy shit, she’s actually gonna stick her dick in that shit,” said Debbie.

Veins bulged on Josslyn’s forehead as she strained to align her ham-sized cockhead with the opening of the relief machine.

“She’s really gonna do it!” Cara had actually stopped thrusting to watch in awe as Josslyn wrestled with her massive member.

Josslyn used her swollen balls as a fulcrum to guide the eight foot long behemoth of throbbing girlmeat into the opening. She felt an unpleasant warm sensation on the tip of her cock as her angry, purple glans smooshed against the slimy, cum-coated opening of the machine.

“Eww! Sick!” Labia was practically wrist deep in her swollen snatch as she milked her footlong clit with the other.

“You know Hester’s got the herp, right?” Cara teased.

Josslyn winced. Hester’s spunk squelched like warm mud, she could feel the heat of it against her shaft.

Even the slight pressure of the silicone donut against Josslyn’s cockhead was enough to set her off. She gasped as her cock bucked and she blew a load right up against the opening.

GOOOOSH!

Josslyn’s eyelids fluttered and she struggled to remain standing as her cock unloaded a kiddie pool’s worth of hot spunk. Barely any of it ended up in the wallpussy, most of it blasted out to the sides in a massive ring-shaped spume that left Debbie and Cara completely slimed, and several other girls as well.

“What the fuck was that you dumb bitch?” Debbie cried.

Cara’s curses were smothered by the inch-thick load of pearly spunk that covered her face. She had to scrape it off with both hands. It peeled away like stiff pudding.

There was a general uproar from the remaining girls, who finished their business and left as quickly as they could. Labia just stood in the back, laughing and rubbing her fat pussy lips that seemed to be swelling larger by the minute. Josslyn closed her eyes and tried to block it all out.

Josslyn heaved to try and push her cock into the wallpussy. Her flared cockhead was almost too big and it took all her strength to finally shove it in. The fat glans entered the orifice with a deep foomp!

Josslyn’s knees buckled as her cock fired again. 

GLUUUUUURG!

This time most of the load actually went into the machine, but that didn’t stop a firehose-like stream of backspray from blasting back out and splattering against the front of Josslyn’s balls.

Panting and sweating, Josslyn heaved again, trying to shove her massive cock deeper into the increasingly inadequate XXL relief machine. It was hard going. Each eruption seemed to add another six inches of girth to her cock.

“Can’t you even hold it long enough to push it all the way in?” chided Debbie.

“This thing weighs like a ton,” grunted Josslyn. “It’s not that easy, you know.”

“Serves you right for being a freak,” said Cara.

At the word “freak,” Josslyn’s balls contracted again and her cock blasted another dozen bathtub-loads into the machine. Somewhere beneath their feet, pipes groaned with the effort of containing Josslyn’s immense output.

Josslyn heaved again, managing to push herself another foot into the machine before being brought to her knees by another torrential orgasm.

“Ew, are her balls getting bigger?” Debbie’s eyes bulged as she watched Josslyn’s balls swell with each load, rather than contract.

“And what’s that moving around inside?” Cara wondered. She was closer and could make out the movement of tiny dimples beneath the stretched-taut surface of Josslyn’s swollen scrotum.

Josslyn grunted as she blew another load into the overtaxed machine. Pipes groaned loudly again and this time there was a backblast of hearty spunk that sprayed out in a broad ring from the opening, splattering Debbie and Cara again.

“Dammit, I am done with this shit!” Cara pulled her turgid cock out of her machine. The stiff pillar was the only part of her not covered in jizz. It was a four-foot dark spear that stood in stark contrast to her otherwise pale skin. She splashed across the jizz-soaked floor toward the exit. Debbie’s scream made her freeze and everyone in the room turned to look.

“W-what the hell!” Debbie held a palm full of Josslyn’s thick chowder. “It’s moving!” she squealed.

Cara pulled a stringy rope away from her hair and examined it. Her eyes went wide as dinnerplates when she saw.

“Eww it’s like a million tiny tadpoles!” she squealed. “Eww eww eww!”

“As if you couldn’t get any grosser, Jizzlyn,” Labia laughed.

Josslyn’s heart was pounding in her chest. Tadpoles? What were they talking about?

She lifted a sneaker from the squelchy mire and looked down. Sure enough, the puddle of spunk was hopping and wriggling with billions of tiny swimmers about half the size of tadpoles.

Josslyn thought she would throw up.

Instead, she came. Her balls bulged outward, swelling suddenly by several feet. Josslyn found herself buoyed up by her suddenly boulder-sized nuts.

Beneath them, the ground rumbled as the school’s cum pipes groaned and shuddered with the torrential flood of sperm.

An indicator flashed on the touchscreen above Josslyn’s machine.

Debbie leaned over to read it.

“Holy shit, she’s bottomed out the XXL machine!” Debbie exclaimed.

Bottomed out? Josslyn knew there had to be a mistake. The machine was faulty or something. The XXL machines were eight feet deep and could stretch to accommodate a cock up to two feet across. Josslyn still had an easy five feet of length still outside the machine’s silicone orifice.

Triggered by Josslyn’s cock, the XXL machine began its automatic massage cycle. Skillfull rollers and suction devices started milking Josslyn’s titanic cock with the skill only a finely-tuned dicksucking machine can muster.

Josslyn blew her load within seconds of the cycle activating. She felt the eruption travel up her urethra like she was trying to pass a small freight train. The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless and insensate as her balls rumbled beneath her.

“Shit, they’re still getting bigger!” Debbie cried as the wall of Josslyn’s throbbing, bulging ballsack swelled momentously.

The petit girl pulled out of her machine and, still spraying cum, tried to flee before her exit was cut off. Her yard-long cock bobbed in front of her as she jogged for the rapidly narrowing gap between Josslyn’s nuts and the wall.

She had to squeeze to get through. She could feel the oversized sperm wriggling and bumping against the walls of Josslyn’s nuts like a sack stuffed with eels. Something huge slammed into her and nearly knocked the wind out of her before she popped free on the other side of the still rising dome of Josslyn’s balls.

Debbie emerged from the gap to see a handful of teachers, including Principal Brooks. The curvature of Brooks’s own massive cock was clearly visible beneath her long skirt.

The teachers were holding back a growing crowd of curious students, all taking pictures or filming the spectacle on their phones.

There was another rumble as Josslyn erupted again. This time the whole floor shook. There was a sudden jolt that knocked a few students off their feet, followed by a loud klaxon alarm.

“That was the tank overflow alarm!” exclaimed Principal Brooks.

The school’s tanks had a capacity of a quarter of a million gallons.

There was another rumble, followed seconds later by every relief machine on every floor erupting at once.

GRUUUUUUUSSSSHHHH!

Everyone started screaming as fire-hydrant-strength blasts of hot, thick girlchowder blasted them from all sides. Students and teachers alike were caught in a barrage of sperm the size of hardboiled eggs that pelted them like hailstones.

“Get everyone out of here, now!” ordered the principal.

The sudents didn’t need to be told, everyone was running. Distant screams echoed from upstairs and Debbie caught a glimpse of a creamy, white waterfall making its way down the stairs as she hurried past the stairwell.

Inside the relief room, Josslyn was completely overcome by the mind-melting pleasure of her now-continuous orgasm. She was splayed out atop her balls like some enormous waterbed. The ceiling was only a few feet above her, not that she noticed or cared.

The outline of tremendous sperm could periodically be seen where the internal pressure of Josslyn’s balls forced the massive swimmers to the surface. The head of each monster sperm was the size of a football.

The outlines disappeared suddenly as Josslyn’s cock blasted another gargantuan load into the overflowing cum system.

The cumsprays from the other wall orifices stopped momentarily, only to be replaced by a machine gun thoompthoompthoompthoompthoompthoomp of tens of thousands of football-sized sperm blasted out.

From a safe distance, the students and teachers of the Mayfair School for Futas watched as the windows of the first floor, and then the second floor filled with white spunk, cracked from the pressure, and became square waterfalls of girlspunk that splashed down onto the lawn below and started spreading across the grounds.

The crowd gasped as they watched the tiny, flailing figure of a girl who hadn’t evacuated in time getting flushed out the window, her distant screams echoed briefly before she disappeared into the swirling rapids beneath, where she was mobbed by hundreds of frenzied, thrashing sperm the size of footballs.

The column of steam rising from the school was visible for miles.

Sirens wailed as a team of firetrucks and ambulances arrived on the scene. A few tried to wade into the rapidly-deepening cum lake surrounding the school, but quickly gave up as Josslyn’s seemingly inexhaustible balls continued to pump out jizz with ever increasing volume. They were helpless to do anything but watch and wait until the flood finally subsided.

The sun was dipping low in the sky by the time sludge stopped gushing from the windows of Mayfair School for Futas. Several girls had been rescued from the deluge over the course of the day, all of them moaning with bellies distended by two, three, or even four of Josslyn’s monster sperm.

After the flood subsided, rescue workers pulled five more cum-saturated girls from the completely ruined school. They were alive, but unconscious, with wombs stuffed near to bursting with hot, wriggling jizz.

The most astounding sight was Labia Pruitt. They found her passed out in one of the hallways, her belly stuffed with so many football-sized jizz monsters that she looked like she’d tried to swallow a jumbo beachball. The whipping tails of one eager sperm still thrashed in her colossally swollen pussy.

Josslyn herself was passed out atop her poor, abused and stretched out windsock of a cock. Her balls had deflated down to the size of beanbags while her cock, flattened and flaccid, resembled a fat, pink sleeping bag.

Josslyn came to in the hospital, her concerned parents rushed to her side at the first sign of consciousness.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” asked her mom.

Josslyn’s legs felt heavy. Every muscle in her body ached. Somewhere a pump whirred.

“A little stiff,” Josslyn croaked. 

She tried to move her legs but found she couldn’t. Looking down, she noticed the entire lower half of her body was obscured by a huge mound.

“Please tell me that’s not—” Josslyn groaned.

Her parents nodded.

“I’m afraid it is,” said her mom.

“The doctors say it’s going to be a couple of weeks before it gets down to a size where you can walk around,” said her dad. “They’ve got you on a maximum dose of shrinking drugs.”

“This is all our fault,” said mom.

“Mom, no,” Josslyn objected.

“It is,” mom interrupted. “We should have put you on shrinkers earlier. We had no idea your growth spurts were getting this bad.”

Vague memories of the destruction she’d caused came flooding back and she was suddenly gripped with fear.

“Is everyone at the school alright?” she asked.

“Everyone is fine,” mom reassured her. “Just a few cases of labial distention.”

“And a couple of dozen pregnancies,” added dad, almost proudly.

Mom shot him a warning look.

“The school is going to be closed for a few weeks while they rebuild,” said mom.

They had to close the school? A couple dozen pregnancies? Josslyn groaned.

“Everyone’s gonna hate me worse than ever!” Josslyn was on the verge of tears.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” said dad.

“What do you mean?” asked Josslyn.

“You’re not going back to Mayfair,” said mom.

Josslyn sat up. “What?”

“Your condition has progressed past the point where you can attend normal schooling,” explained dad.

“Wh-what does that mean?” Josslyn demanded.

“Look, sweetie, you’re tired, we’ll talk about it more after you’ve had some rest,” said mom.

Despite her protests, Josslyn realized she was extremely sleepy. Within seconds she was in a deep slumber.

Her parents tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before retreating from the room. On the floor beside Josslyn’s cockhead, pumps whirred diligently to keep her balls drained. Every so often, an overlarge sperm would block the pipe and the machine would struggle before the blockage passed with a thwoomp.

THE END