[b]high-speed-tacos asked:[/b] Edging someone so hard they have to get a new pant size every other day 

Hm, let’s see…what if red dragons wore fancy clothes on their wedding day, instead of going naked as usual? (Non-canon fun times ahead.)

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“B-baby?” Palo’s voice shook with exhaustion. “I…I think I need some help.”

“Mm?” Ka’la poked her head through the doorframe. “What’s up?”

Her husband-to-be stood there half-dressed, the pieces of his wedding tuxedo laid out on the bed. He was already wearing his button-down shirt, and his pants were most of the way on, but his throbbing erection and grapefruit-sized testicles both jutted out comically from the fly of his trousers.

The red dragoness couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight. She’d spent all year plumping up her man for the big day —  an entire year of edging and ballbusting, pushing her partner to his absolute limits without ever once letting him cum. Just this morning, she had spent over an hour with her breasts wrapped around his drooling dick, mauling his nuts in her claws as she wondered aloud about which of his testicles she would pop that evening, and how massive his cumshot would be. Even now, Palo’s cock still glistened with a mix of her saliva and his own dripping precum.

Palo looked incredibly frustrated. “I…I can’t…!” The dragon let out a ragged sigh. “I can’t get these pants to fit!”

“Seriously? AGAIN?” Ka’la shook her head in disbelief. “Hon, we already had them re-tailored three times over the past month! How much more space does your junk NEED?”

“I-I know!” The male bit his lip, looking down at his long-denied and long-abused wedding tackle. “I’m trying, but I just…I’m so SWOLLEN, you know? There’s no way I can make myself fit. Unless…”

“Unless?”

Palo took a deep breath, steeling his nerves for the question he was about to ask. “Hon, could you help me…uh…c-could you make my erection go away?”

The female frowned. His throbbing erection was a thing of beauty — even now, looking at it made her feel a little warm between the thighs. A hard dick was a terrible thing to waste.

She shook her head. “Sweetie, I’m not going to make you cum just so you can fit in your wedding clothes. You’re only, like, six hours away from the finish line! I’m sure there’s a solution that doesn’t involve blowing your load–”

The dragon’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, no, that’s not what I was suggesting! I…oh fuck, let’s just do this.” Quickly he lowered his pants to his ankles, doing his best to spread his legs wide for his bride-to-be. “C-could you…?”

“…Ahhh.” Ka’la chuckled as she realized what her partner was REALLY requesting. “Got it.”

The dragoness sauntered into the room — still nude, as she had not yet begun putting on her own wedding attire. Her naked hips swayed with each step, until she was face to face with her fiancé. His stiff cock pointed at her bare stomach like a cannon ready to fire.

“Happy to help, baby,” the female cooed supportively. “All you had to do was ask~”

THUMP.

Her knee came up between his legs with practiced strength and precision, flattening his cum-stuffed testicles against the hard bone of his pelvis. She felt the twin spheres distort slightly with the blow, quivering against her skin as they fought to maintain their round shape despite the crushing pressure — just as they had done thousands and thousands of times before. Palo’s hard dick slapped heavily against her thigh, leaving a splash of precum halfway to her hip.

“Nnghh!” Palo’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks, a familiar burst of agony exploding through his gut. Once upon a time, he had naively thought that he would get used to the pain after a few months of constant blue-balled ballbusting…but time had proven that to be false. It never got any easier, no matter how many times his fiancé hammered his aching gonads into his throat. But still the dragon stood firm, his legs spread as his partner lowered her leg and wound up for the next blow.

This time Ka’la grabbed him by the shoulders for balance. She pulled her leg back further, her strong thigh muscles tensing, then slammed upwards into his groin once more—

THUMP.

“Hnngh.”

THUMP.

“[i]Haaah![/i]” Palo’s voice lilted slightly higher this time, his spunk-makers crying out at the abuse.

THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.

Ka’la kept up a steady rhythm. There was a certain musicality to this kind of repeated ballbusting — first the crisp SLAP of her thigh against a ballbag that had not been emptied for a full year, then a high-pitched squeak from her fiancé a split second later, and finally a second, wetter SLAP as his precum-slicked cock struck her leg. She paid attention to that final sound, keeping an eye on Palo’s cock as it flopped with each blow and left a splattered trail of precum on her body in its wake.

A few dozen knees later, her “assistance” finally started to take effect. Despite a year of edging and denial, Palo’s dick admitted defeat, softening until it slumped against Ka’la’s leg. To be honest, his dick was still somewhat swollen — thick with need, if not hard with desire — but it would have to do. After all, it had been months since Ka’la had actually seen her fiancé go fully soft.

Palo was a quivering mess, but somehow he had managed to stay standing. “Th-…thanks,” he managed to stutter, his head swimming.

Ka’la smiled up at him. “Don’t mention it. Now let’s get you dressed…”

The dragoness bent down to grab his pants where they had pooled around his ankles, then she rose again, tugging his pants upwards until they reached his waist. She looked at his fly with a frown. The fit was still going to be quite snug, but if she worked quickly, it seemed like her husband-to-be’s junk would just barely fit.

Palo mewled in surprised agony as Ka’la roughly stuffed his testicles into the front of his trousers. Her claws jabbed harshly into the meat of his freshly abused dragon-makers, digging in deeply as she forced the twin orbs into their tight cloth prison. His testicles audibly creaked under the strain. The male squealed and shook, grabbing his bride-to-be for support as she struggled to compress his massive gonads into an entirely insufficient amount of space…

…but eventually she did succeed. Ka’la quickly tucked his cock in afterwards, pointing it down his left pantleg and hoping that her touch wouldn’t rekindle his erection too quickly. With one last effort she closed up his fly, her arm muscles bulging as she tugged together the two sides and secured them with a few buttons. Thankfully, dragon tailors knew to make pants that were particularly strong in the crotch, so she could trust that the taut fabric would be strong enough to hold back her partner’s junk for the handful of hours until they could consummate their marriage.

That, or his dick would tear through his pants mid-ceremony and flop out for everyone to see. Honestly, that would be a fun result too.

Ka’la dropped her hands. “Perfect.”

“[i]Ohhhhhhhh,[/i]” wheezed Palo.

Palo’s swollen genitals were plainly visible through the tight fabric of his trousers. Even in its “softened” state, his dick snaked down one pantleg like he had stuffed a cucumber in his pocket. And his balls — well, if his balls had seemed comically large when he was naked, now they appeared even larger, crushed out of shape into two flatter, wider ovals. It was clear that any time the dragon tried to walk, the movement of his thighs would continually crush his testicles into a variety of new and exciting shapes. But oh well! That was just the price of looking good on your wedding day.

It took a moment for Palo to stop gasping and find his words, but eventually he did. “Th-thank you,” the male croaked miserably, still clinging to his fiancée’s hips to help himself stay standing.

Ka’la smiled affectionately. “Of course, baby. I’m proud of you.” She rose up on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek, reaching down to caress his cloth-covered package in her fingers. “And just think, it’s almost over. In a few hours, I’ll finally get to make you explode…”

Palo moaned, his cock already starting to stiffen again at the thought…then he moaned again, more distressed this time, as his hardening erection pressed up against the back of his left testicle. The already flattened orb was forced to reshape itself even further as his dick throbbed with a year of pent-up desire.

The dragon male shivered. “G-gods, Ka’la, I c-can’t wai–”

THUMP.

The female’s knee came up one final time — hard, hard enough to lift Palo onto his tiptoes. Usually when Ka’la busted her fiancé’s balls, he was naked, and his heavy testicles were able to squirm out of the way and save themselves from the worst of her abuse. But this time, held in place by his tight pants, his spunk-makers had no choice but to soak up the entire force of the blow. The two trapped orbs were utterly crushed, the dragon’s pent-up sperm scrambled as his eggs were flattened to a fraction of their usual plumpness. It might have been her imagination, but Ka’la almost thought she could hear a quiet CRUNCH as the contents of her lover’s nuts were rearranged across her knee — perhaps permanently.

“OH!” mewled Palo…then he slid silently to the floor, crumpling into a trembling heap.

Ka’la couldn’t help but feel another flush of heat between her legs as she watched her oh-so-dedicated partner sink into the fetal position, cradling his nearly-broken nuts. His devotion to her was SUCH a turn-on. She couldn’t wait to finally ride his cock in just a few short hours — and of course, she couldn’t wait to feel one of his balls burst between her toes. His first orgasm in a year was going to be a memorable one.

That said, the dragoness was already feeling very aroused…and even if Palo wasn’t allowed to cum until the evening, there was nothing stopping her from satisfying her OWN needs. The nude female bit her lip, one hand sliding between her thighs as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Surely there was enough time for a quick masturbation session before she slipped on her wedding gown…