Scrotal Screw-around (part 2)

Demona walked down the aisles, scanning for what she needed for dinner with Colette tonight. Her hips swayed gently as she strutted, the soft brush of her leather-clad legs scraping each other just barely audible in her ears.

Stopping to pick up an item, Demona leaned forward and grabbed a box. "Hmm, half price chicken parmigiana..." she mused, tapping her chin lightly. "Well, I'd be stupid not to stock up."

The succubus grabbed three more boxes of the delicacy and placed them in her shopping cart. With dinner sorted, Demona continued on her merry way, looking to fill her pantry with some more necessities.

As she paused in front of the pasta aisle, Demona reached around and ran her fingers over her scrotum, which remained neatly tucked behind her legs in its smooth leather sac. While still misshapen thanks to her four eager occupants, the girls had settled down inside. Demona silently thanked them for doing so, knowing that she could continue about her day with minimal arousal. There were some small movements within her balls, which let her know that the gang was all well.

"It wouldn't hurt to squirm a little..." Demona thought, huffing internally. Sure, she could probably spawn some tentacles from inside her swollen testes and send all four girls into a tickling frenzy, but that would be too predictable for her. She longed for some surprise stimulation, anything that would make some more precum trickle down her legs.



Deelette's bottom was plumb in the middle of [s4s]'s lap, and had been that way ever since she'd been dragged into the small, warm room by holding on to her ankles. There really wasn't a lot of room to work with inside the fleshy, sticky space, which made Deelette feel slightly claustrophobic.

Then again, every single adventure into Demona had been this way, so Deelette didn't quite understand why she wasn't accustomed to the feeling yet.

"This stuff's a lot slimier in here," [s4s] said, dipping her hand into the puddle of semen that the bottom half of her dress was soaked in. She dragged her hand up, feeling slight resistance and movement from the handful of cum that she held. "It's all gooey and ropey."

Deelette instinctively went to push her glasses up, but grew confused when her finger met nothing but the bridge of her nose.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about those," she said, rubbing her forehead.

"About what?" [s4s] asked.

Deelette waved her hand dismissively. "It's just, I thought I was wearing my glasses," she explained, "but I remembered I left them on the bed with your hat."

[s4s] couldn't help but giggle. "You're silly. I like silly people."

"Well, as I was gonna say, the semen's not gooier or slimier in here, it's just because we're tinier," Deelette continued. "Like, if we were giants, this stuff would feel like water, but since we're small, it feels all thick and goopy."

The two matured women felt their space swing around slightly. Demona was on the move again, and her swaying hips were giving the pair a little bit of a ride.

"I feel uncomfortable," [s4s] said.

Deelette raised an eyebrow. "Oh, how? Are you scared of this?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

[s4s] shook her head. "O-oh, no, it's just cuz you've been sitting on me for a while and I kinda wanna move," she clarified, trying to shift back.

Sighing with relief, Deelette nodded and shot [s4s] a smile. "Okay, I'll get off of you when mom stops moving," she agreed, speaking up over the sloshing of semen around the two.



/jp/ wasn't really a "hug" person, but sometimes, she just had to oblige for her friends.

Before Demona had even left, /c/ and /jp/ had already worked out a comfortable position within the confines of the succubus's testicle. For a good two hours, the two were huddled up on their sides, with /c/ spooning /jp/ from behind.

Maybe it wasn't so bad, /jp/ thought to herself, but it would have been better if she had been allowed to bring one of her fumos to cuddle. Unfortunately, much like her glasses, they had to be left behind.

"Aah!" /c/ eeped aloud, jerking slightly.

"What's the matter?" /jp/ asked, with no hint of sincerity in her voice.

/c/ exhaled, the sudden scare passing quickly. "It's nothing, I just thought there was a tentacle touching my leg...sorry, /jp/," she apologized, quickly burying her face into /jp/'s neck.

"That little experience is still giving you trouble?" /jp/ asked.

Remaining silent for a few brief seconds, /c/ pondered the memory. "Well, it's not like it's trouble, I guess, I thought it was a pretty fun experience..." she said, slowly getting to the point, "but it's just that it feels like Demona's surprising me. N...not like that's necessarily bad, but, I don't know..."

/jp/ chuckled under her breath. "Somebody wants more," she grinned.

/c/ felt her face turn redder than a beetroot. Before she could respond, she felt herself rocking back and forth as Demona began to walk once more.

"Can we change positions? I've been stuck like this for a while," /jp/ asked.

"Uhhhh, sure, I guess," /c/ agreed. "I was kinda hoping you'd say it first."



Demona pushed her cart up to the register and began unloading her items onto the conveyor belt. She exhaled gratefully, noticing that she'd knocked off an entire hour just shopping for groceries.

As the cashier began swiping her items for scanning, Demona could feel some movements from within her scrotum...big movements. Shoving, slight kicking, she could feel her balls jiggling.

"Oh...shit, fuck, oh yeah..." Demona groaned under her breath, cupping the bouncing leather-bound sac in her hand.



"Hold on...let me just swing my legs around..." Deelette grunted, trying to shift her bottom off of [s4s].

"Wait, dumdum, I wanna try moving!" [s4s] said, pushing back off the wall with one foot, aiming to force herself to one side.

Deelette saw what [s4s] was trying to do and pressed her hands onto the wall on the other side.



"Let me just turn around..." /jp/ groaned, trying to roll her body around, but failing to find any purchase on the slippery, slimy walls around her.

"I'll try spinning you around, just hold still..." /c/ huffed, pushing onto /jp/'s shoulder.

/jp/ kicked her legs around, hoping that it would somehow help shift her around.



"Fuuuuuuck yes..." Demona winced, feeling her face heat up. Despite the torture that the girls had given her for the first ten minutes, she was so thankful to have it back.

Precum was already running down her legs again and dripping into her high heels. She used her willpower to stave off the threat of orgasm successfully, ensuring that there wouldn't be an extremely awkward ejaculation before she could pay for her items.

"Uh, miss?" the cashier shakily alerted Demona. She was somewhat frightened of what the succubus was doing, having noticed her hair tentacles going utterly wild. "Th-that will be eighty-three dollars and fifty-nine cents..."

Demona straightened up and fished her credit card out from her handbag. "A-aha, yes, give me a second..." she replied, her voice jittery from arousal.



"Aaaaaalmost, I'm slipping o-" Deelette groaned, pushing a little harder with her hands.

Without warning, Deelette's behind finally budged from [s4s]'s lap and landed in the sticky puddle of cum. Relieved, Deelette pulled her legs over [s4s]'s chest and placed them beside her head, taking care not to step on her pigtail.

"This is much better!" [s4s] sighed happily, pulling her leg out from under Deelette and resting her feet beside her. "I feel a lot more comfy now."

"Um, [esh4esh]?"

[s4s] perked up. "What is it, Deelette?" she asked.

"Your foot ish on my sheek."

Squinting to make out Deelette in what little light there was, [s4s] did see that she was kind of shoving her foot into her cheek. "Hehe, oopsie," she apologized, moving it to the side of Deelette's head. "Maybe we should have taken our shoes off before we went inside!"

Deelette couldn't help but snort while she laughed.



All of a sudden, /jp/ found herself facing /c/ as she successfully turned her over.

"Yes, it worked!" /c/ cheered, holding back from fist-pumping (since she would accidentally punch /jp/ if she did). "Okay, now I'll get on top of you and you hold me."

/c/ pushed herself up on her arms, allowing /jp/ to slide underneath her. /jp/ momentarily realized that this was a pretty awkward position, considering that /c/ was straddling over her. "Blah, I hate you so much, /v/," she thought, lingering memories of seeing him with /a/ in bed flooding back to her.

Gently, /c/ lowered herself until she rested her head on /jp/'s chest. Tentatively, /jp/ wrapped her arms around /c/ and sighed.

"Oh, this is better," /c/ mumbled.

"I guess," /jp/ mumbled, blowing a raspberry.

/jp/ paused. There was DEFINITELY more cum inside this testicle than before.



Demona stumbled to her car while pushing the cart, leaving a trail of precum dripping from her pants legs. The movement had finally ceased inside her scrotum, ending an intense and tumultuous arousal that had kind of caused a scene at the checkout and probably scared the cashier half-to-death.

Her hair tentacles were finally starting to settle, flopping down lifelessly like normal hair and cascading down her back. She retrieved her car keys and unlocked the trunk, and started placing the bags of groceries inside.

Her cocks were both incredibly rock hard, almost threatening to tear through her leather pants as if they were made of tissues. This had happened before, of course, and Demona was thankful that her current incarnation of leather pants that she owned were both sturdy, ridiculously comfortable, and suited for her, well, baggage.

Shutting the trunk of her car, Demona rubbed her tender scrotum and panted heavily. A little bit of movement came in response to the contact, confirming that Deelette and her friends were alright.

Getting into her car, Demona tucked her scrotum forward so that she didn't sit on it and started up the engine. Hopefully, the girls would start moving again at home.