[01:12] Hannah had assumed she'd been taken into the mansion, because she was quickly moving up on Myara's chain of command. Subservient to a degree she'd had plenty a fun from afar with the God-like goo-girl. Hannah thought that was all going to change when she'd showed up at the mansion. She was dead wrong however. Upon arrival she'd flaunted her purple hair, massive production, size, and other various features, but it was all embarrassingly for naught when they'd led her to the corner of the bottom floor of the mansion. Hannah felt that she might as well have been in the basement or attic. Stored away in a tiny corner. Myara had left her there for a few days having maids bring her food, but telling her to remain inside the room for now. And, as the days went by Hannah's cravings built upon each other. It wasn't until the third day until Myara's first command really came. Through the actions of a maid Hannah's was not to be let to even drool pre-cum. Her cock stuffed with a massive ribbed dildo and left without any attention from Myara. Meaning all the attention these lovely maids gave meant nothing for helping Hannah actually cum. A half a dozen days passed and a few times Hannah had been given pictures of Myara while the maids teased. This certainly helped production as Hannah's balls bloated massively every day they teased like so. However, it gave her no relief and only edged her into wanting to see her beloved goo-girl all the more. Hannah's room while not large per-se couldn't be filled so easily. Even as her balls had swollen, dragging on the floor, she'd still be able to pace around in her room.

[01:19] Hannah couldn't help but feel nervous all the time. Her flaccid cock tied up between her breasts. Her balls squeezed and fattened to the point of sloshing constantly. All the micro fibers pressing against her skin. Everything was designed for a very specific purpose. Hannah didn't know what each part of what she was wearing was meant to do, but from her discomfort and unease she'd have to assume it was working. Or, maybe that was just her anxiousness. Myara even thought to have the tiny fibers pressing against her similarly coloured to her beautiful hair. Was it all for her specifically?

[01:24] Myara's maids were modestly dressed, usually not wearing particularly revealing outfits or particularly... "maid-y" ones. Just simple black dresses, crimson ones, pantyhose, thigh-highs, and the occasional casually-clad girl in a tank top and shorts. The variety was far and wide -- though few of them were "sluts" for anyone other than Myara, their teasing was fierce. Enough to make a man or woman melt into a furious pile of masturbation not only for minutes, but hours. Days. But Hannah was a step above. Their most enthusiastic efforts... including an orgy where they gave a new, young slave a gigantic cock and pair of balls, then proceeded to test it on her sister... were all for naught. Hannah's dick spilled not a drop for a week. She was delivered food routinely, massaged, and generally treated well. But her cock and balls were not. Whenever Hannah slept, tens of tiny mouths lapped at her ribbon-sheathed nuts roughly. Whenever she'd let her guard down for a second, another slave was using both hands to desperately try and cram as much cockmeat as possible down their throat. This went on for ages, teasing her over and over again to little effect -- save a few occasions where they brought pictures of Hannah's gooey Goddess, Myara. The time was midnight, and it was soon after a meal. Usually a slave (or ten) would be in here, rubbing feet, hands, and breasts against her exercise ball-sized nutsack. But none came. It was eerie, almost... until the lights went out. The room, black as pitch, was illuminated ever so slightly by a glowing crack under the door... which was occluded for a second... then shone bright again. Something had slid into the room with her.

[01:34] Hannah was in a mighty sweat. Her balls gurgling with the dozens of hundreds of gallons stored inside her tied sac. Myara's teasing little maids hadn't toppled Hannah's willpower, but all their vain efforts had certainly worn the woman out. Being only human, despite her growing libido, having so many people tending to her wore her down. Especially when there were so many in her room at once. Hannah's would have to take deep breaths as the room would become hot with all the heavy breathes. This time was a bit different however. The lights had just gone out as she'd laid spread eagle across her bed. Anticipating some servants at the other side of the door, she'd be greeted by nothing when she called out. "Hello!? Susy? Macy? Linda?" There was no one outside the door anymore. Hannah's body broke out in a minor cold-sweat from nervousness. Hannah rubbed her sloshing balls to calm herself as she had a frightening thought. Hannah's balls laid in between as her legs wrapped around each one unable to wrap them completely. She was leaning forward burying herself into her own balls and hiding behind them as her head and cock both peaked past them to be able to look at the door. "Are you still out there?" She asked again.

[01:39] Myara spoke out, voice piercing the darkness more than any light could. It was beautiful, sulty -- although Hannah had heard it before, through Skype and otherwise, each word seemed like the first to her. Like a brand new, orgasmic experience. Myara's tone was dominant as always, and her pitch wonderful. Not too high, not too deep: a perfect voice for a perfect Goddess... "Hello, Hannah." she began, pausing for a moment. The voice seemed to echo throughout the room, coming from no particular location. The dimly-lit crack under the door became stopped from behind, and the room was black. Jet black. The sensation of Hannah's churning balls, sweating pores, and racing mind all seemed to evaporate as that voice washed over her like a cool spring's breeze, gripping her dick in all the right ways and teasing her engorged nutsack oh-so-perfectly. It felt like a kiss on the lips. A massage on her back. A soothing song. And there was oh so delightfully more: "It's Goddess. The power seems to have gone out, and I thought I'd tell you myself."

[01:45] Hannah felt her body jerk for a moment. As the voice echoed throughout the room Hannah's brain took every moment to process the epic results. Her body felt assaulted from mere words. Her muscles relaxed from waves of sound. The entire situation she was in changed on the flip of a coin and Hannah moaned. She moaned so lewdly. Those were the lips she'd die to kiss behind the door in front of her. Not that she could see the door, but since she hadn't moved she knew it was in front of her. There were slight twangs echoing inside the room. It was the sound of strings snapped as Hannah's cock slapped past Hannah's face becoming erect. No longer needing support as her balls drove her lust sky-high. Hannah smiled in the darkness. Her hot breath felt like nothing compared to the shivers Myara sent through her. Another lustful moan escaped Hannah's lips. Her balls engorged and pumping seed like mad all of a sudden. Hannah squirmed in the darkness feeling that the ribbed dildo shoved in her urethra suddenly didn't feel nearly as secure with all the pressure pushing it outwards. "Why don't you come inside the room? I mean . . I know it's dark, but you could still come inside and say hello! You've not done so yet . . " Hannah said with lewd intentions in mind.

[01:52] Myara smiled in the darkness, a perfect face contorting into a perfect, devilish grin. She watched Hannah's body as it seized and squirms, balls visibly rippling through elastic ribbon with pure lust. Hannah's wrigglers brought to exponential attention by the mere vibration of those amazing sound-waves the gooey Goddess' throat seemed able to produce. She hummed just as Hannah asked her question, cutting her short at "You've not done s--"... Myara's humming filled the air in the room, oscillating in tune with Hannah's natural muscle fibers, making her cock seize to full... almost painful erection. The diamond-hard thing bobbed back and forth above her, twitching again and again and again, each syllable orgiastic. "Hmmm... Mmmhmm..." The humming voice grew closer. It rung in Hannah's ears even as she tried to hide her head in those enormous churning balls. Left, right.. left again. She was all around her. "Come inside? I've already done that, Hannah. I'm here. I'm everywhere." Out of nowhere Hannah felt a cool wind blowing right onto her plugged-up cocktip from above. Myara hummed from the same location. And just as her cock seized and twitched, desperate to futilely attempt to pump gallons of prespunk around that too-tight dildo... the humming stopped. The air went still.

[02:00] Hannah had thought her cock was fully erect already. Clearly slapping her own face every now and again for 2'8" long, Hannah didn't know what it was really capable of until Myara started humming. Such a soothingly calm tune was used to completely destroy Hannah's peaceful state. Hannah's cock rocked harder than it ever had with every throb. Hannah's moans became much more uncontrollable. And, Hannah's balls bloated large centimeter by small centimeter as Myara held tune. Hannah buried her head against her fat orbs. Churning and sloshing away she'd hoped to bring herself a little sanity, but there was no such luck. Hannah's throbbing erection kept growing. Treacherously large at over 3'3", but Hannah couldn't tell in the dark. She had to feel out every inch of growth by the throb. And, of course, Hannah was left in a worsened, tortured state as Myara's voice cut out. The only thing to be heard as the air went still were the little elastic ribbons snapping as they couldn't contain Hannah's balls any longer. Hannah hadn't even noticed the pressure they'd had on her balls at all! "Are- are you still here . . ?" She asked in the dark room. Hannah's questions were asked in her heated, lustful, and crazed state. Making her sound much more empty-headed because of it. "Why are you playing with me--nggghh~ Like this?" She asked trying to ignore ever impulse in her body telling her that she needs an orgasm.

[02:10] Myara giggled a little bit a few feet to Hannah's right. Then a yard to her left. Even just a half-silent, tiny laugh from Myara was enough to make Hannah's inflated cock jump with every sound wave. Her voice went up -- and so did the hyper herm's hyper cock. Her voice lowered -- and the fat dick followed suit. The poor girl was left slightly worse off... Until the voice in the dark, that gooey Goddess, apparently found Hannah a little more than hilarious. Myara's teasing giggles became roaring laughter, seemingly from all sides. Touching her cock, squeezing it like a vice... rubbing it up and down, releasing... teasing her urethra, her hair, her mouth, her navel.. hugging her tits, nuts, and body like a latex suit... and that was just her voice. "Getting so big, aren't you Hannah? Mmn. How long have I kept you from cumming? I don't recall..." Myara spoke. Suddenly, Hannah felt that stuck dildo at her cocktip get pushed just a little further in. As soon as the pressure, sensation, and probably gooey hand came, they were gone.

[02:16] Hannah felt her body manipulated. As Myara seemingly skirted around the room without effort. Hannah couldn't stop her and was more than just susceptible. Anything Hannah tried to do to calm herself or resist wouldn't help in the slightest. Hannah's only hope in calming down was if Myara had willed it. Which, as Hannah's balls strained on her bed with their massive size. Her blanket ruffling as the sloshing sac extended, she really hoped Myara wouldn't calm her down. Hannah's cock and body was clearly nothing more than a toy to Myara. One second Hannah felt herself breathing a calm breath of relief while in the next her breath was short-skirted as her entire body felt like it was in a vice. "I-.. I can't.. have we been here long? I c-can't f-focus! D-dark . . love . . I love you!~" She cried out in the darkness. Her mind struggling to think as her nuts churned so loudly and as Myara teased to subtly.

[02:25] Myara reached forward from above. Hannah could feel it. A cool, comforting aura. Relief. As soon as single, firm gooey finger came close to Hannah's engorged, twitching cocktip... her spasming cock stopped in place as if commanded to do so. Myara brought her hovering finger a little South... the cock followed. Hannah could feel the aura shifting north... and her dick moved in that direction. Then Myara brought her finger back, upwards... and like an uncoiling snake, Hannah's cock grew. 3'6". 3'11". Soon the cock towered just a little over four feet directly into the air, wider than Hannah's curvy hips. The finger drew away, and Hannah's cock immediately began twitching. Convulsing. Gyrating uncontrollably just from the sensation of being left alone. Myara giggled again. "You love me?" Her perfect fucking voice said, again piercing the darkness. "Do tell me how much you love me, hun."

[02:33] Hannah could barely even feel the gooey finger, but her body recognized it as if her entire self had been covered in Myara's graceful touch. "I . . I lo-. . I love you~" She panted as Myara guided her cock like a dog on a collar. Unlike before Hannah's cock stretched larger much quicker. Adding inches on to make herself over 4'4". "I . . never s-stop lov-loving yo- . . yo-you!" Hannah moaned. "I . . I c-can't sto-stop lov-ing you!" Hannah's hands thrashed in the dark trying to find where Myara was once her finger was gone. with no luck, Hannah was left groping the darkness as her cock slapped between her body and her balls. The large bed breaking with all the momentum switching about. Hannah's balls were heated and sweating again. Their massively plump size a real threat to the bed as their hyper-dense state meant she was probably heavier than the mansion itself.
 
[02:42] Myara's finger had left Hannah alone in the darkness, squirming, gasping out Goddess' name over and over again. With a much larger, more enormous cock, inflated ever-so-slightly at the base with some hypercompressed spunk -- so painfully aroused that her precum was annihilated by the real thing, spunky swimmers engorging themselves on gallon after gallon of delightful seminal fluid, splitting. Gangraping the weaker ones in there, birthing endless generations of violent oversized sperm cells to devour and rape each other until Hannah's balls just got more and more full of them. The skin of her balls and cock both churned with her sperms' violent rutting. "Mmmn... getting big there?" Myara said. Her voice sounded so close... inches away from Hannah's cheek -- even though her head was buried in her own overheating nuts. Her cool breath still somehow found cheek, like a light *smek*, withdrawing as soon as it had arrived. "Good thing I put you right on the foundation. Mmn. We'll be getting a interdimensional sperm tank to hold all this jizz, Hannah. Soon. But for now you'll be holding on..."