Oh man," Jess groaned as she woke up the next day and draped an arm across her face. The sun blazed outside her windows, striking her with its brilliance through the cracks in her curtains and completing the job her aching balls had started. She sat up with care. Her legs were spread wide to give her sack room to breathe, above which her cock stood hard as stone beneath her duvet, tenting the sheets perversely. It pulsed and throbbed powerfully, eager for some form of release.

Jess shook her head and slowly rose to her feet. Her pyjamas laid discarded at the side of her bed, having been removed during the night when the summer heat had gotten the better of her. It was for the best, she thought as she eyed her pendulous scrotum. It looked far bigger today, like it had gained a third of its mass overnight. Was her sperm production increasing because she was denying it? Jess groaned in despair at the very thought.