Great Balls of Rubber (CBT, ball growth)

You know how some ideas suddenly pop up in your head and keep insisting on you putting them into writing until you finally get off your butt and do it? This is one of them. The character featured has been previously shown only in roleplays on the BB Fanatics Discord, but I've taken such a liking to him that I thought I'd devote a story to him. An origin story, to be specific! I've started becoming a fan of combining busting and hyper genitals and admittedly created this character solely for author appeal with respect to this combo, but never really thought about why he ended up like that until I got this horrible idea. So here it is!
 
Part of the inspiration for this story came from theradicalscrivener on Tumblr, whose hyper stories were a stating point of sorts for the genital growth bits of this story, along with several other BB-related writings I've found around the Internet such as Jonoffen's Invulneraballs. Special thanks to these sources for helping me out with this fic! Also, I'm actually quite proud of myself for managing to get almost all of this piece written in a single night (until like 2 in the morning to be specific!), which is something I can say for very few of my works in general. ...man, I really have to work on my time management skills. XD

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Great Balls of Rubber

By Skaea

Contains: */M ballbusting, violence, peril, and genital growth. 

Word Count: 3,551 

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If one were to look at all the paraphernalia related to Monumentropolis, they would be enchanted by the image of a sparkling, flawless skyline, populated by photogenic heroes and heroines from every type of story you could possibly imagine, usually under either a clear sapphire sky or a breathtaking starlit night. Postcards and novelty t-shirts, however, are not designed to provide an accurate picture of the place they come from, and in fact, many residents of the City Where Stories Begin would be surprised and somewhat annoyed that their home would be portrayed so positively.

The sad truth is that even though any and every resident has the potential to start an adventure of their own, only one citizen in ten will ever be able to achieve public recognition. This ten percent established the steel-hard monopoly on the reputation of Monumentropolis just a few years after it was first founded, and has kept everyone else from gaining ground since then. The stories of the remaining ninety percent, with rare exception, have gone unheard by popular lore… so it really is no surprise, then, that not all of them are as inspiring and charismatic as with the big league heroes and villains.

It was in the media production district of this deceptively dystopic municipality that the former A-list hero, Rex Calibur, began shaping the animation industry with his whimsical cartoons, his “creator” pioneering many techniques that are still used today. Rex was a media darling in the Roaring Twenties, the era of rubber-hose cartoons, and continued his acting career through the Great Depression and well into the Second World War. But sometime during the ‘50s, he suddenly vanished from the public eye. Perhaps it was due to his creator’s difficulties with his staff, or maybe his line of work was simply becoming obsolete. But his abrupt retirement came as a surprise to many, since his future had been looking bright indeed.

If only they knew the true nature of Monumentropolis’ rubber hose folk… Oh, if only they knew…

Prometheus Busted — Part 4 (CBT)

Heyo, everyone! It's been a long while since I last posted a story here, especially since urgent work assignments, a bout of sickness, and other real life things have been keeping me occupied, but I finally managed to get the next chapter of my superhero CBT tale completed after a flash of inspiration! I spent the last two or so chapters fleshing out a character that wasn't Tristan, even though he's the main character of this entire story, so I decided to make up for it with a chapter where he gets the spotlight all to himself. I also wanted to test out just how much abuse he can take, not just directed at his luckless nards but at the rest of him in general. I also wanted to write a CBT scenario I've pictured for a while now: a monstrous creature viciously castrating someone. I tried to write this chapter like a piece of straight-up horror fiction rather than the usual erotica featured on this blog, since although I've written feral animals busting people before, I didn't want to make this story sound like it was featuring beastiality, which I define as a person willingly engaging in inappropriate things with an animal. Maybe I can tolerate a creature having their way with a hapless person, but not if they use their actual genitalia rather than tentacles to do it. I can assure you that there is absolutely no human/reptile sex in this story of any kind. As for traditional monster violence, though... Well, that's another matter altogether.

Tristan's healing ability, while given to him during the development of this project just so he can get brutally castrated over and over without permanent harm, is something I haven't really explored in depth with regards to scenarios involving more standard violence, which is why this chapter is far, FAR more graphic than usual. Yes, you heard me right: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MULTIPLE INSTANCES OF EXTREMELY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND BODILY HARM, AND IS NOT SAFE TO READ ON ANY LEVEL IF YOU'RE AVERSE TO GORE. Gosh, I haven't written outright guro in a very long time, and the last time I did so it involved a character from an existing work of fiction getting torn to ribbons. Tristan, of course, is definitely gonna be luckier than that, but not by much. That being said, though, I'll go a bit easier on any part of him that isn't his manhood after this and the next two chapters, since I believe they're more than enough to demonstrate what he's capable of - even if he doesn't know it yet. ;) 

Sadly, the idea of what poor Tristan has to go through in this chapter isn't entirely mine, since it was one of the works of sfzephyr (his BustNut Studios three-parter specifically, which is technically a rewrite of a story by BustNut from the Eunuch.org website) that served as a bit of the inspiration behind this chapter as well as one I'll be getting to in due course. Once again, I highly recommend checking out his work, and my thanks go to him for the wonderful story that indirectly gave me the idea for this horrifying scenario!

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Prometheus Busted — Part 4

By Skaea

Contains: F/M, M/M, and */M ballbusting, femdom, peril, violence/gore, and graphic castration.

Word Count: 7,756 

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Chapter 4: Hydra Attack!

The light of the crescent moon shined freely over the glistening waters of the city harbor, without a single cloud in the night sky to obscure it. Obviously, almost every boat and submarine in use by the citizens and labor of the city operated only during the daytime, and they all were dormant and tethered to the docks at this late hour. Only the occasional cruise ship or tanker could be seen in the distance, its lights like unblinking stars so close to the horizon.

The city bordering the harbor was bustling with nightlife by this time, but not so for the harbor itself. It was peaceful and quiet, with only the sound of the gentle ocean waves lapping against the wood and concrete structures jutting out of the water.

In short, it was more than the two young studs who’d snuck onto the local fishing pier for an early-morning dip could’ve asked for.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg, Brent!” cried Earl. The lithe, athletic blond obviously had a head start, but even without it he was much faster than his muscle-bound friend could hope to be. He raced off the deck without a second thought, and leaped into the water.

Only to scream in shock and horror.