Incuballs pt. 2

 Part 1 here 

After the mess in the bathroom, the girls agreed it was best to go home and regroup. No one argued. No one really said much of anything. They just parted ways, still a little sticky, a little stunned, and very aware that nothing was normal anymore.

Rowan barely remembered the walk home. Her legs felt wobbly, her thoughts disjointed, like her brain was rebooting every few seconds. Her hand still smelled faintly of brimstone and cum.

When she got through the front door, she didn’t stop to greet her parents. She muttered something vague about cramps and took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting about leftover pizza and whatever was on the news.

Her bedroom looked exactly the same as she’d left it that morning ,warm lighting, soft bedding, one cluttered desk, and a wall still covered in posters.

She let her bag drop with a heavy thud and stood there for a moment in silence.

Then, unexpectedly, she laughed.

Just one breathy, shocked laugh.

“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself. “We really did it. We popped a boys balls.”

"d- demons balls" She corrected herself as she tried to wrap her head around everything. 

She pulled off her hoodie and stared at it, one sleeve streaked with soot and something darker, crustier. Underneath, her top had a light, dried splatter just under the collar. She peeled it off with a grimace and tossed both into the laundry basket.

“Gross,” she muttered. But as she turned toward her desk, she paused. 

But as she turned toward her desk, she paused.

A slow, strange warmth was spreading through her chest,  not panic, not nausea.

Satisfaction.

She sat down in her desk chair and stared blankly ahead, the events of the day replaying in her mind on a glitchy loop.

Rory’s arrogant smirk.

His massive, twitching dick.

Trixie’s fist, rising and falling like a hammer.

And that sound.

That awful, beautiful, wet pop. 

It echoed in her head, playing over and over again. 

Rowan crossed her arms tightly over her chest, she squirmed slightly as the thought of it happening, of his manhood being ruined almost.. turned her on?

“I mean,” she said aloud, “they were evil. Literal demons. It was self-defense.” She tried to rationalize it as best she could, make herself feel like what was going on wasn't bat shit insane. 

But even as she said it, her cheeks flushed. Her stomach flipped not in fear, but in the same weird fluttery way it used to when she read a really good romance story. Or when she saw her crush in the halls.

He begged. She remembered that part too. He’d begged for his manhood.

And when it finally happened when Rory’s obnoxiously large sack gave out in Trixie’s hand she hadn’t screamed in horror or looked away.

She’d helped hold him down.

Rowan shifted in her seat and chewed her thumbnail, staring hard at a spot on the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” she whispered.

And yet… she didn’t feel guilty.

Not even a little.

She did however feel a certain familiar tingling sensation between her legs. 

Her phone buzzed.

“Trixie and Marina...” the screen read.

“Oh god, what do they want now,” Rowan muttered, rolling onto her bed and answering with a sigh.

“ROWAN!!!” Trixie’s voice exploded through the speaker, nearly blowing out her eardrum. Marina was giggling in the background, barely muffled.

“WHAT?!” Rowan shouted back, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

“Okay...okay, hear me out,” Trixie said, already breathless. “Me and Marina are on the exact same page right now, and we need to know if you are too.”

Rowan blinked. “Go on...”

Trixie paused, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Are you also... soaking fucking wet from all that?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I... I can’t lie to you two,” Rowan said, voice cracking into a giggle. “I’m absolutely dripping!”

The three of them burst into laughter.

“Thank GOD!” Trixie shrieked. “The way his balls popped? My god, I was in my drawer, panties down, like, the second I got home.”

“I think it’s kind of a shame,” Marina added softly. “Something with a package that big... had to be evil. I would’ve let him fuck me before he turned to ash.”

More laughter.

“There was something hypnotic about the way those giant nuts jiggled when you hit them,” Rowan said, her voice growing lower as her hand drifted under the waistband of her panties.

“I know, right?” Trixie groaned. “Fuck me, I think this might be a new addiction. Like... I’m excited to get the rest of them.”

“Can I be honest, girls?” Marina said suddenly, cutting through the giggle fit.

“What?” Rowan and Trixie said in unison.

“I’ve been fingering myself this whole time.”

That sent them over the edge. All three burst out laughing again, and didn’t stop — not even as their hands stayed busy, moaning and gasping between fits of laughter, thinking about Rory’s ruin, and how many balls were left to destroy.

The next morning at Eastwell High, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and one incubus had been reduced to ash via popped testicles.

Everything felt brighter.

The three girls met up behind the gym again, just like always, though this time with a shared secret smirk and a new kind of energy about them. Trixie had a latte in one hand and a half-assed grin that said she hadn’t slept much, and hadn’t minded one bit.

“I swear, I’ve never been this excited to come to school in my life,” she said, plopping down beside Marina.

Rowan followed behind, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Same. I even wore eyeliner today.”

“You’re glowing, babe,” Marina said with a wink.

Trixie leaned forward. “Okay. So. Round two. We’ve got three left: Dante, Lucian, and Gage.”

“Lucian’s too careful,” Rowan said. “And Dante gives me... leader vibes. Probably harder to corner.”

“Which leaves Gage,” Trixie said, grinning like a cat.

“Dumb, hot, loud,” Marina added. “Total golden retriever energy. He’ll follow a girl anywhere.”

“Especially if she shows a little tit,” Trixie grinned, tugging at her shirt.

Rowan smirked. “You volunteering?”

“Obviously. I’ve got the best set of tits!.”

“And the most practice getting boys alone,” Marina teased.

“Thank you!” Trixie said, deadpan proud.

"As long as I get a chance to lure one of the other ones!" Rowan piped up Smirking. "That or I get to pop a pair of nuts" 

The other giggled and nodded.

"I'll make sure we all get our turn" Trixie smiled. 

Trixie pulled a worn book out of her backpack, the same demonology tome they’d poured over two nights ago. She flipped it open to a dog-eared page with a hand-scrawled note: “Lust is their weakness. Use it.”

"It's kind of sad almost... it's not their fault they have those huge weaknesses between their legs" Marina reflected. 

"I guess yeah, but it's their fault for being evil!" Rowan replied. 

"Good point... Let's do this" Marina nodded smiling. 

Gage strutted through the locker-lined hallways of Eastwell High like he owned the place and maybe, in his mind, he did. His varsity jacket was unzipped to show off a skin-tight tank top stretched over sculpted pecs, and every other word out of his mouth was either a flirtation, a brag, or a flex. Sometimes all three at once.

“Yo, Kelsey,” he called out as a girl walked past, earbuds in. “You ever seen abs so sharp you could grate cheese on ‘em?”

She rolled her eyes and kept walking although for a reason that escaped her she felt drawn to the boy. He smirked anyway, adjusting his junk in his jeans like he wanted the whole hallway to see just how “well-equipped” he was.

His hair was always slightly sweaty, like he just left the gym, and he smelled like Axe body spray and faint dick sweat. He fist-bumped dudes, winked at teachers, and slapped every ass he thought he could get away with.

In third period, he spent more time watching the girls stretch in gym class than doing the warmup. When Coach blew the whistle, he grunted and adjusted himself mid-jog.

"Can’t help it, Coach," he said with a grin. "This thing’s got a mind of its own."

After class, in the locker room, he peeled his shirt off with exaggerated slowness, glancing around to see who was watching.

“You guys ever just look at your own cock and think... ‘Damn, I should get that thing insured?’” he announced proudly, drawing groans and eye rolls from the other guys.

Gage 'accidentally' dropped his towel, letting his heavy junk swing free for all to see.

It was, admittedly, impressive. Thick, Low-hanging, Uncut. The kind of cock and balls that made most guys insecure, and made Gage insufferable.

“I call ‘em the Crown Jewels,” he said, giving his sack a gentle jiggle. “Bet some girls would kill to get their hands on these.”

If only he knew how right he was. 

Sixth period gym was the perfect opportunity.

The girls slipped out of their own classes under the excuse of “cramps,” and looped around the back of the gym building, ducking under the row of high windows that lined the boys’ locker room.

Rowan peered through one of the cracked windows, biting her lip. “He’s still in there.”

Marina crouched beside her. “God, do they even know how loud they are?”

They heard Gage’s voice through the cinderblock walls, echoing over the sound of slamming lockers and running showers.

“Bro, you see this fuckin’ hog?” Gage barked. “Tell me this isn’t the biggest in the goddamn school.”

“Oh my god,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

Trixie pulled herself up to peek through the window. Her eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me,” she breathed. “They’re even bigger than Rory’s.”

Gage had his towel off. Fully nude. His cock swung between his thick thighs, long, semi-hard, and curved slightly upward. But it was the balls that got their attention two heavy orbs hanging low in a loose sac, easily each the size of a softball, maybe bigger.

“Jesus Christ,” Marina whispered. “That thing looks like it needs its own locker.”

Rowan looked mildly disturbed. “It’s like… vulgar. Like nature went too far.”

“I wanna pop ‘em just to balance the ecosystem,” Trixie muttered.

She dropped down from the window and turned to the girls, smirking.

“Alright. Time to do this shit!”

Rowan blinked. “You’re actually going in there?”

“Duh,” Trixie grinned. “That dumbass couldn’t say no to a sock with lips. I’ll have him following me with his dick out in under two minutes.”

Marina giggled. “Just remember what we’re working with. Those things are huge.”

“Softballs,” Rowan muttered. “Hanging like they’re just begging for it.”

Trixie smirked. “Don’t worry. I brought my A-game.”

She popped a button on her top, fluffed her hair, and sauntered toward the locker room door with the confidence of a girl who knew exactly how to make a man ruin himself.

Inside, Gage was flexing in front of the mirror, towel slung low over his hips. The scent of musk and ego filled the room.

He looked up as Trixie pushed the door open and leaned against the frame.

“Well, well,” he grinned. “Didn’t know they were letting girls in the locker room these days.”

Trixie cocked her head. “Oh you know how lenient they've become.. ”

Gage chuckled, grabbing the towel and whipping it off completely.

“Like what you see?” he said, letting his manhood hang free.

Trixie let her eyes roam slowly, deliberately. His cock was thick and heavy, but it was the balls that held her focus sweaty, round and tight, the skin pulled taut and veiny. They swayed slightly with every movement he made.

“Damn,” she said softly. “You’re not shy, are you?”

Gage shrugged. “Why be shy when you’ve got the best package in town?”

Trixie took a step forward, eyes locked on the prize.

“Well,” she purred, “how’d you like to show off somewhere a little more… private?”

Gage’s grin widened. “Lead the way.”

Trixie sauntered down the empty hallway with a practiced sway in her hips, Gage following just a step behind, Like a puppy following it's owner. Fully naked and clearly proud of it. His massive cock swelling with every step, it bounced lightly between his legs as he walked, but those huge, swaying nuts? They were what really drew the eye. 

“So where are we going?” he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

Trixie glanced over her shoulder. “Back gym. Nobody goes there during this period.”

Gage grinned. “Kinky.”

As they reached the old utility hallway behind the gym, she pushed open a side door to a dim, abandoned equipment room. Dusty mats. Old jump ropes. Shelves of forgotten sports gear.

“Romantic,” Gage joked.

Trixie turned to him, her voice sultry. “Just wait.”

She leaned in, hands trailing up his sculpted chest, his neck. She kissed him, brief, slow, and let her fingers trail down his abs, stopping just above the root of his enormous cock.

Gage groaned. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know,” she whispered.

Then she cupped his balls.

Heavy. Warm. Massive.

His cock twitched.

“God, these things,” she murmured. “They’re just… so much.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty legendary,” he smirked. “Takes a real girl to handle ‘em.”

“Oh, I’m handling them alright.”

"So... how do you want me to fuck you?" Gage looked down at the girl with a sadistic grin on his face.

"Who said I'm letting you fuck me?" She giggled as she traced her fingers dangerously close to his straining cock. 

"I did" He said sternly and before she knew it he has shoved her back onto the floor and slammed her down. Within seconds the brawny demon was flipping Trixie onto her stomach and positioning his straining cock before her tight virgin cunt. 

"No underwear?" he growled. "Skanky"

"NOO!" Trixie squealed as she tried to get away but before she could do anything he was already shoving his ungodly cock inside of her. 

"Fuckk, you're so tight!" He growled in a deeper voice now, his teeth growing sharper, his face distorting slightly, unbeknownst to Trixie a pair of horns had sprouted from the boys head and an impish tail from above his juicy ass. 

Trixie began to feel weaker and weaker with every pump inside of her, his cock was too much for her. 

BOOM

The back door swung open and in came Rowan and Marina. 

Rowan stared down Gage's thick muscular ass as it moved up and down, as her gaze lowered her eyes landed on his heavy balls swinging between his legs and.. was that a tail? Then she realized exactly what was going on, He was fucking Trixie!

CRUNCH

Rowan's boot-clad foot went soaring up into the demon boy's unprepared balls and slammed against them at full force. 

"FUCKKKKK" Gage howled as he buried his cock even deeper inside of Trixie. 

"GET OUT OF HER!" Rowan screamed as she once again sent her devastating foot flying into Gage's manhood. 

CRUNCH 

As the pain of Rowan's testicular assault registered in Gage's brain his demonic form began to show more and more. 

"Quick! we need to break him!" Marina shouted as she rooted around the storage room to find something to use, that's when an old metal baseball bat caught her eye.

"Here!" She grabbed the bat and handed it to Rowan who instantly knew what she had to do. 

CRUNCH 

She swung the bat as hard as she could and struck both of the brutes balls dead on. 

CRUNCH 

Again she got them both dead centre, causing the demon's knees to buckle underneath him. 

"NOOO!" He squealed as he finally pulled his obscenely large cock out of Trixie and tried his best to escape. 

Rowan swung the bat one more time, this time upward — directly between his legs smashing his bloated balls against the underside of his own muscular frame.

CRUNCH.

Gage let out a strangled, guttural noise and collapsed forward onto all fours, gasping like a wounded animal. His swollen sack hung low and trembling, the veins pulsing, the skin an angry red. His massive cock was still half-hard, twitching above the mat like it didn’t realize the end was near.

He looked up through tear-filled eyes, face half-shifted into something inhuman  fangs, horns, twitching ears.

"p- please" He begged.

Rowan stepped forward, bat raised. Her eyes blazed with something deeper than anger, righteous fury, maybe even pleasure.

“Fuck you, demon boy.”

She swung.

POP.

The sound was sickening wet, sharp, final. Like a pair of overfilled balloons bursting under pressure.

Gage’s entire body jolted. His scream wasn’t human, it came from somewhere deeper, darker. A static-laced howl that echoed through the abandoned gym, too loud, too raw.

His cock pulsed once, twice, and then erupted, spraying a thick, ruined stream of seed across the mat in one last, useless spasm.

Then black smoke spilled from his mouth.

His form convulsed, glitched, twisted in on itself. His muscle clad body looking pained as he convulsed.

And finally, with a pitiful groan and a flicker of demonic flame, Gage collapsed into a heap of ash and steaming nut pulp.

All that remained was the bat.

And silence.

After Gage's dramatic defeat, Rowan and Marina rushed over to where Trixie lay groaning on the floor, sweat-slicked and dazed.

“Are you okay?!” Rowan asked, crouching down, eyes wide with concern.

Trixie blinked up at her, dazed. “I- I think so... yeah.” She exhaled shakily, then added with a faint grin, “I'm... definitely gonna need to buy a bigger dildo.”

Rowan snorted, the tension breaking. Marina let out a breathy laugh, still catching her own.

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, surrounded by the scorched remnants of ash, sex, and sulfur. Then, slowly, they stood, battered but victorious.

Two demons down.

Two to go.