found this at literotica.com... an excerpt from the story EJAX-472: Ch. 04 by fmcchris (a female author, which is evident in the writing)
It's so great...
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"What the fuck?" Bonnie said suddenly.
The music had abruptly stopped and I was startled from my reverie by the absence of any human beings on the stage with the exception of one small-sized man who approached the center of the ring with a slow, deliberate gait.
"Holy shit!" Alice exclaimed. "Look at this guy!"
Everyone in the audience gasped.
The man, completely naked, with the exception of an Australian bushman's hat, which he wore on one side of his head, stood about four feet in height and was smoking a cigar. As he walked his legs seemed to wobble slightly, so that he teetered from side to side as he made his way upstage. As he drew nearer I could hear a persistent scratching sound like that of a broom being dragged along the floor. Swish, swish, came the funny rubbing noise with each step the little man took. He seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time traversing the length of the area, and looking between his legs I realized the reason for his impeded movement. There, trailing behind him, and in all its resplendent glory, was a massive testicular sac containing what could only be described as a huge pair of ripe casaba melonstwo wonderfully freakish specimens of elephantiasis of the scrotum.
No one knew what to make of it. I had seen pictures of freaks in medical books that dealt with the subject, but elephantiasis was an abnormality commonly associated with the brain and its surrounding tissue, not the reproductive system. Yet, here he was, standing not more than twenty feet away from us, a living testimony to the non-selective process of the disease at worka case for the medical books.
"How ya doin'?" he said addressing the crowd. "I'm Joey Balls."
The line was delivered with all the inflection and intent of a Mafioso boss, but the accent was unmistakably Australian. Suddenly, the entire audience erupted with laughter and wild applause.
"Who is this man?" I asked Bonnie.
"I have no fucking idea," she replied awestruck. "He must be an acquaintance of Philip's. I don't know!"
Everyone stood up to get a better look at his gargantuan testicles that sat like two silent sentinels on the floor between his short, stubby legs.
"Jesus Christ!" Maria shouted over the din, "Look at his balls! Look at them!"
Flashbulbs were going off like crazy as the women in the audience tried to get a picture of Joey, some even standing on chairs to snap a shot and some even falling into the laps of their friends as they tried to do so.
I noticed that his penis looked fairly normal, that is, of course, in comparison to a normal-sized scrotum. But the balls themselves were completely out of proportion to the rest of him. It seemed as though the sheer size of his scrotum acted like a counterweight to his rather large head, serving to keep him balanced and upright when he might have otherwise toppled over. I figured him to be a man in his mid to late thirties, clean-shaven with short brown hair, and attractive in a somewhat inexplicable way. I wondered if he had been born with the disease, and if not, how long it took to develop. From a medical standpoint, I knew a little about elephantiasis and its causes, but seeing the mutation up close made me curious as to its pathology.
"All right, all right," Joey said, "settle down, settle down."
It took several more minutes before the crowd's excitement was quelled. He took a long puff on his cigar and waited until everyone was quiet. Seeing that all the women were now patiently awaiting him to speak, he addressed us.
"Thank you ladies, thank you," he began. "That was the nicest reception I ever had."
The little naked man seemed completely at ease, as if addressing a group of women sans clothing was for him nothing more than routine.
"For those of you who are wonderin'," he continued, "I'm the founder of this here sex circus. We come up from Australia about a week ago at the bequest of Mr. Olmstead to perform at his wife's birthday party. After we leave Stockholm, we'll be embarkin' on a worldwide tour, seeing as our show has become so popular. Now I know some of you, probably all of you, are tryin' to figure out how in hell I got me these here two jumbo gibbers between my legs. Well, I'll tell you. I was born with 'em. That's right, born with 'em. So look all you like ladies, I'm proud of my two beauties. And if any of you want to cop a feel of 'em, well you can just come up here and do so."
I was astonished to find myself, along with about half of the audience, get up and walk toward the ring where the little man stood. He remained completely unperturbed at our approach, actively inviting the women to come closer and engage him in conversation. They chatted excitedly amongst each other as they tried to make sense of his fantastic mutation, treating his testicles almost with an air of religious devotion, unabashedly examining the bulging sac by caressing and fondling it, regarding it for all intents and purposes as though it were a separate entity unto itself. Joey was thrilled at all the attention his two nether mates were enjoying, every now and then speaking to the women to remind them that it was he, and not his balls, that possessed the power of speech. He was actually a very gracious and humorous fellow, notwithstanding his somewhat unrefined demeanor. After a while, seeing him naked with his two giant companions resting beneath him became less of a visual absurdity and more of a genuinely enjoyable experience.
"I'm doctor Christiana Swensen," I said to him. "Philip Olmstead's sister-in-law."
"Nice to meet you doc!" he replied, engagingly.
"May I?" I asked him, tentatively reaching out my hand to touch his sac.
"Go right ahead. Everybody else does."
He said this in such a matter of fact, congenial way that I was immediately put at ease. As my hands glided over the taught, smooth area comprising his scrotum, I was overcome by the pleasure of the tactile sensation and involuntarily moaned aloud. He noticed my embarrassment and smiled.
"Not to be ashamed my dear," he said amiably. "Lots of ladies react that way anytime they get near the two blighters. I'll bet you ain't ever seen anything like 'em"
"Never," I replied, as I continued to fondle him. "You say you were born this way?"
"That's right miss. Came out of my mother's womb with these two monstrosities trailin' behind me. Nearly put her under the first time she saw them they did."
"I can understand why."
Before I could utter another word, Bonnie came up from behind me smiling broadly.
"That's some fucking set of nuts you have there pal!" she said to Joey. "Christ! Are they real?"
"Yup, they're the right stuff all right."
Bonnie didn't wait for an invitation. Reaching out her hand she joined mine in fondling the delectable flesh.
"Isn't this amazing, sis?" she said thrilled. "They're the size of watermelons I swear!"
"The eighth wonder of the world is what they are miss," he said, enjoying our caresses.
"I can't get over it," she said continuing to rub her hands over his bloated sac.
I noticed that a few ladies from the film crew had managed to move up through the crowd to capture on film the incredible sight. Joey struck a prideful pose as the cameras came in for a close up of his wondrous equipment.
It's so great...
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"What the fuck?" Bonnie said suddenly.
The music had abruptly stopped and I was startled from my reverie by the absence of any human beings on the stage with the exception of one small-sized man who approached the center of the ring with a slow, deliberate gait.
"Holy shit!" Alice exclaimed. "Look at this guy!"
Everyone in the audience gasped.
The man, completely naked, with the exception of an Australian bushman's hat, which he wore on one side of his head, stood about four feet in height and was smoking a cigar. As he walked his legs seemed to wobble slightly, so that he teetered from side to side as he made his way upstage. As he drew nearer I could hear a persistent scratching sound like that of a broom being dragged along the floor. Swish, swish, came the funny rubbing noise with each step the little man took. He seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time traversing the length of the area, and looking between his legs I realized the reason for his impeded movement. There, trailing behind him, and in all its resplendent glory, was a massive testicular sac containing what could only be described as a huge pair of ripe casaba melonstwo wonderfully freakish specimens of elephantiasis of the scrotum.
No one knew what to make of it. I had seen pictures of freaks in medical books that dealt with the subject, but elephantiasis was an abnormality commonly associated with the brain and its surrounding tissue, not the reproductive system. Yet, here he was, standing not more than twenty feet away from us, a living testimony to the non-selective process of the disease at worka case for the medical books.
"How ya doin'?" he said addressing the crowd. "I'm Joey Balls."
The line was delivered with all the inflection and intent of a Mafioso boss, but the accent was unmistakably Australian. Suddenly, the entire audience erupted with laughter and wild applause.
"Who is this man?" I asked Bonnie.
"I have no fucking idea," she replied awestruck. "He must be an acquaintance of Philip's. I don't know!"
Everyone stood up to get a better look at his gargantuan testicles that sat like two silent sentinels on the floor between his short, stubby legs.
"Jesus Christ!" Maria shouted over the din, "Look at his balls! Look at them!"
Flashbulbs were going off like crazy as the women in the audience tried to get a picture of Joey, some even standing on chairs to snap a shot and some even falling into the laps of their friends as they tried to do so.
I noticed that his penis looked fairly normal, that is, of course, in comparison to a normal-sized scrotum. But the balls themselves were completely out of proportion to the rest of him. It seemed as though the sheer size of his scrotum acted like a counterweight to his rather large head, serving to keep him balanced and upright when he might have otherwise toppled over. I figured him to be a man in his mid to late thirties, clean-shaven with short brown hair, and attractive in a somewhat inexplicable way. I wondered if he had been born with the disease, and if not, how long it took to develop. From a medical standpoint, I knew a little about elephantiasis and its causes, but seeing the mutation up close made me curious as to its pathology.
"All right, all right," Joey said, "settle down, settle down."
It took several more minutes before the crowd's excitement was quelled. He took a long puff on his cigar and waited until everyone was quiet. Seeing that all the women were now patiently awaiting him to speak, he addressed us.
"Thank you ladies, thank you," he began. "That was the nicest reception I ever had."
The little naked man seemed completely at ease, as if addressing a group of women sans clothing was for him nothing more than routine.
"For those of you who are wonderin'," he continued, "I'm the founder of this here sex circus. We come up from Australia about a week ago at the bequest of Mr. Olmstead to perform at his wife's birthday party. After we leave Stockholm, we'll be embarkin' on a worldwide tour, seeing as our show has become so popular. Now I know some of you, probably all of you, are tryin' to figure out how in hell I got me these here two jumbo gibbers between my legs. Well, I'll tell you. I was born with 'em. That's right, born with 'em. So look all you like ladies, I'm proud of my two beauties. And if any of you want to cop a feel of 'em, well you can just come up here and do so."
I was astonished to find myself, along with about half of the audience, get up and walk toward the ring where the little man stood. He remained completely unperturbed at our approach, actively inviting the women to come closer and engage him in conversation. They chatted excitedly amongst each other as they tried to make sense of his fantastic mutation, treating his testicles almost with an air of religious devotion, unabashedly examining the bulging sac by caressing and fondling it, regarding it for all intents and purposes as though it were a separate entity unto itself. Joey was thrilled at all the attention his two nether mates were enjoying, every now and then speaking to the women to remind them that it was he, and not his balls, that possessed the power of speech. He was actually a very gracious and humorous fellow, notwithstanding his somewhat unrefined demeanor. After a while, seeing him naked with his two giant companions resting beneath him became less of a visual absurdity and more of a genuinely enjoyable experience.
"I'm doctor Christiana Swensen," I said to him. "Philip Olmstead's sister-in-law."
"Nice to meet you doc!" he replied, engagingly.
"May I?" I asked him, tentatively reaching out my hand to touch his sac.
"Go right ahead. Everybody else does."
He said this in such a matter of fact, congenial way that I was immediately put at ease. As my hands glided over the taught, smooth area comprising his scrotum, I was overcome by the pleasure of the tactile sensation and involuntarily moaned aloud. He noticed my embarrassment and smiled.
"Not to be ashamed my dear," he said amiably. "Lots of ladies react that way anytime they get near the two blighters. I'll bet you ain't ever seen anything like 'em"
"Never," I replied, as I continued to fondle him. "You say you were born this way?"
"That's right miss. Came out of my mother's womb with these two monstrosities trailin' behind me. Nearly put her under the first time she saw them they did."
"I can understand why."
Before I could utter another word, Bonnie came up from behind me smiling broadly.
"That's some fucking set of nuts you have there pal!" she said to Joey. "Christ! Are they real?"
"Yup, they're the right stuff all right."
Bonnie didn't wait for an invitation. Reaching out her hand she joined mine in fondling the delectable flesh.
"Isn't this amazing, sis?" she said thrilled. "They're the size of watermelons I swear!"
"The eighth wonder of the world is what they are miss," he said, enjoying our caresses.
"I can't get over it," she said continuing to rub her hands over his bloated sac.
I noticed that a few ladies from the film crew had managed to move up through the crowd to capture on film the incredible sight. Joey struck a prideful pose as the cameras came in for a close up of his wondrous equipment.
