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But in that very moment, Mary released my legs and turned away from me, her hands covering her gorgeous face. I was delirious with pain and looking through misty eyes but I noticed her collapsing to her knees across from me. Glancing over to her, I just croaked… “...Why?”

“I don’t… I don’t know...” she replied.

Just hearing her, I could tell. She was crying… bawling, as she lamented, “I don’t know… what’s happening to me…!”

That next hour was a bit of a blur. Mary was endlessly apologizing to me about what she’d done, but seemed to be refusing to look at me. Still, she eventually managed to get me to my feet… in time to help me to an ambulance. I think she was scared to say what she’d done… I believe she just told them I’d been injured without giving any details. Regardless, they took me away to the hospital, with Mary following along.

I definitely blacked out a few times during the trip. After a while, I just abruptly found myself in a hospital bed. Before I came to, I just heard bits and pieces. “...what must he have done to deserve that…?” “...Worst swelling I’ve ever seen, they’re enormous...” 

Finally I was starting to come to. As I groggily awoke, I slowly realized that my oversized testicles were now hung up in stirrups, keeping them elevated. It was… a pretty comical sight, I must admit.

Those must’ve been doctors talking around me earlier, but they’d cleared out by the time I woke up. I was all alone in that room. My hearing cleared up in time to hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor. It was a bit alarming to realize they felt the need to put that on me. The shock of the assaults must’ve done a number on my heart. 

I glanced up… there was a curtain near my bed but it was currently pulled away. The door was left open just enough for me to peer me through. I could see my beloved Mary out there sitting pensively in a chair. From the way she was sitting, it seemed like she was trying to avoid looking towards my room.

She didn’t… want to look…

As I contemplated this thought, it all began swirling in my head. Replay after painful replay playing in my mind’s eye. I saw those first two women kick and knee me in the groin repeatedly, only to act shocked by what they’d done right after I’d collapsed or rolled over. The cyclist punching me in the genitals only to look horrified after she’d pedaled away. Mary stomping my crotch flat until she threw her head back… 

This had to do with sight. They didn’t want to attack me until they looked at me. Or no, not just looking at me… Mary could look me in the eye just fine. It was when she saw… my balls…

With all that time to lay in bed and think, it finally came to me… if my head hadn’t been so racked with pain and shock I’d have surely realized it earlier. 

That witch… she did more than just increase the size of my balls. She put a hex on them.

God, that sounds ridiculous… or atleast it would, if I weren’t laying there with my watermelon-sized nuts hung up for the world to see. (Yes, the swelling had an intense effect to be sure…) I knew damn well that woman had magical powers, and there was no other explanation I could think of. 

Instead of charging me through money, she decided to torture me, cursing me with giant balls that every woman would assault on sight. My teeth began to grit, my fists tightening. My heart began to race, evidenced by the quickening rhythm of the monitor. 

My body was shaking with fury, a level of anger I had no idea I was capable of. I was furious at what she’d done to me, but in the moment atleast, I was powerless to do anything about it. Strung up like that, surrounded by doctors. I’d just have to lay there and suffer with the agony she’d resigned me to. Never in my life had I experienced such impotent rage. 

That evil, sadistic witch… as soon as I got myself cleared I’d limp my way to her. She had to undo what she’d done to me - the hex, not the size! I’d never even thought of threatening a woman until that day but I couldn’t live like that, not even for a full day. If it meant taking this curse away, I’d beat her within an inch of her life and relish it… 

Unfortunately I got so excited that I didn’t pay much mind to how crazy the heart monitor was getting. Or how loud it was becoming…

I heard a stomping from outside, and soon the door burst open. The intensely busty blonde Nurse Neidhart stepped through, in such a rush that her breasts nearly bounced right out of her pink scrubs. She wore the largest scrubs available, making them comically oversized on the rest of her sleight frame, but her breasts were still so large as to painfully constrain against the material. So she got special permission to cut out a cleavage window to give her some relief.

...We uh, may have chatted before on previous doctor’s visits. 

But on this occasion she was terrified storming in there. Though I was much more afraid of her than anything else, my eyes going wide upon the sight of that familiar, heavenly chest.

“Sir, what’s the matter?!” she shouted, her gaze lowering quickly, yet, somehow in slo-motion. “Why is your heart… rate...”

“Oh God no.” I groaned, stricken breathless from the sudden realization of how helpless I really was. 

Nurse Neidhart stared grimly at my balls. Behind her I could see Mary peeking over, confused but concerned. Slowly, like a horror movie villain, the nurse began to stalk over closer to me, breasts bouncing menacingly with every step. 

Okay, I’m sure they’d have only been menacing to me and only in that very moment, but still…

“P-Please no… please stop, don’t do it!” I croaked, trying vainly to struggle my way out of that bed. But no dice. My nuts were elevated by what had to have been custom-fitted stirrups, and they were not getting out of there easily. Exposed for the world to see in all their titanic, swollen, bruised glory. 

Sadly, I couldn’t get through to Nurse Neidhart whatsoever, her glare was transfixed on my genitals. A low, slow-building growl was emitting from her lips, like a primal animal had taken over her luscious body. After what seemed like ages of creeping closer, she lunged for my groin with a tigress’ battle cry. Her tits bounded so powerfully that for a split second, I saw a flash of nipple right before her hands clenched around my nuts, one for each.

Neither were even close to fully encircling my testes, but her squeeze was no less vicious for it, especially as she dug her lengthy, sharp red nails into my sensitive manflesh. Every last bit of the pain of that day came rushing back to me only to be further amplified by the ruthless wringing from her delicate hands. My high pitched wail was drowned out by Nurse Neidhart’s own ferocious roar.

“What the fuck?!” Mary cried out, witness to this. Furious, she jumped up to her feet and ran into the room to come save me. My heart-rate sped up all the further. She meant well but she still must not have understood, or maybe she just wasn’t thinking clearly in that moment… maybe none of that mattered when she saw another woman trying to destroy my testicles.

But she came up with a quickness and wrapped her arms around Nurse Neidhart. She pulled her back, which at first only amplified the pain as my balls found themselves stretched from my body. After gritting and bearing this for a bit however, I finally found a second or two of relief as Mary’s efforts paid off and the nurse’s fingers were pried from my poor balls.

“Get away from him!” Mary shouted, her eyes shut tight. “Wh-where is everyone?! Somebody help!”

Eventually Mary forced her a few feet away… just far enough to where the nurse could kick her leg up, her skirt riding high on her thigh as the toe of her crocs smashed into my balls. I shrieked as a frustrated Mary yelled, “Dammit, stop that!” and pulled her further.

But as she did this, Nurse Neidhart - seemingly possessed - shot her elbow back, demonstrating fantastic precision as without even looking, she nailed my Mary right in the center of one of her breasts. I can confirm they’re extremely soft and sensitive so this was more than painful enough to jar her loose. As she instinctively pulled her hands back to clutch herself, Nurse Neidhart reached back to grab her by the hair - still staring at my balls the whole time, mind you - and toss her aside.

The incredibly stacked nurse went right back to what she was doing, grabbing each nut and holding on for dear life as she dug her nails in as painfully as she could. I was shocked she wasn’t breaking the skin, as it was not for lack of trying. And as I convulsed and twitched and howled and pleaded for someone, anyone to help, out of the corner of my eye I saw a terrifying sight. 

Mary had gotten up to a knee and… I suppose she couldn’t help where her eyes landed. She was staring at my nuts, as the Nurse continued to squeeze the life out of them. I was already howling in pain and terror but I do believe it raised another octave at that. 

Rightfully so. My Mary, my sweet, compassionate Mary, hopped right up onto my hospital bed and delivered a furious knee to my hanging testicles. Thanks to the stirrups and the unGodly size of those balls, they were level enough for her to nail them with her kneecap. 

For a regular man’s balls, there wouldn’t be near enough surface space for a woman to grab both nuts with each hand and squeeze the life out of them whilst another delivered a knee. For any other man, that knee would slam into the other woman’s hand, absorbing atleast some of the impact. But no, with mine, there was more than enough space. Three or four women could’ve simultaneously kicked my balls and done so comfortably.

But that’d be overkill considering I already felt like I was dying from this much alone. That knee was ruthless, and my nuts so impossibly sensitive. For a split second my eyesight went dark, as if the agony overloaded my mind for a moment.

And then… it got worse. In a primal fury, Mary ripped down the stirrups, letting my nuts free. Nurse Neidhart still held them but they were a little too heavy for her and my manhood plummeted to the bed. This was a twisted new anguish as I immediately realized exactly why they were being elevated in the first place. Shockwaves of gruesome, discharging misery went up and down my body.

The Nurse went right along squeezing, mercilessly. And in doing so she now had to bend over, showing the totality of her magnificent cleavage in the process. Meanwhile, Mary stepped in front of me. Her skirt was always a short one, and from that vantage point, I could see the white of her panties just with her standing there. And then she slowly raised her leg up into the air… she may as well have worn nothing from the waist down at that point.

The nurse had adjusted how she held my nuts, holding up my flesh as much as she could and ensuring that a temptingly bare spot was left uncovered at the very top. They were officially working in tandem to destroy my testicles. 

I never felt so teased, so tormented by life itself than in that moment. For at that time, I saw Nurse Neidhart’s fantastic breasts spilling helplessly from her top, and my Mary’s beautiful, perfect, shapely ass barely hidden, at the same time. And yet, cruelly, I couldn’t enjoy even a moment of it…

That was my thought as Mary stomped her pump sadistically into the aching target that was my nuts. I wept openly, screaming incoherently as the bottom of her shoe blasted the top of my balls time and again, all the while that damn nurse looked to tear them apart at the sides.

Finally, the other orderlies took note of what happened and made it into that room. What was distracting them before, I couldn’t possibly tell you. But it wasn’t long before that small room filled with the white coats and scrubs of doctors and nurses frantically trying to get the two women off of me. I saw poor Mary get yanked away. Bodies blocked my view of the nurse but I eventually felt as her digging nails were forcefully pried from my tortured scrotum. 

The moment this happened, I turned over in the bed and just tried to will myself out of there. The pain was debilitating but I knew I couldn’t stay in public any longer and it was clear being in a hospital wasn’t near protection enough. Mary and the Nurse were each struggling as I began to crawl, and the commotion was getting disorienting. Eventually I found myself falling to the floor. I felt gentle gloved hands trying to life me back up. I just ignored them, crawling across the floor and doing my damnedest to stay on my front, even though my balls were now painfully dragging across the floor. 

As I did this, another nurse who was just trying to help and couldn’t even see me ending up accidentally stepping on my nuts. I hollered in agony as she tripped on my man meat and knocked a few others over as well. I wanted so badly to just crawl into a hole and die but I needed to keep going if I wanted the pain to ever end.

It’s something of a miracle that I managed to escape out of the door. I pulled myself into the now empty lounge. If anyone were waiting there aside from Mary earlier, they were no doubt chased away by all this madness. As I used a coffee table to try and pull myself up, I glanced back to see Mary and the nurse being forcibly restrained. They looked so confused, bewildered…

My heart ached to see that. None of this was their fault. But any attempt to intervene would just make the situation worse… I needed to get rid of this goddamn curse. I took a deep breath, sucked it up and forced my way to my feet. Every moment forced a gyration in my genitals and each gyration was another pang of torment. But I managed to limp my way down the hall.

As I did this, I desperately tried to pull my hospital gown down to hide my manhood. Why I got one of the short cut-offs instead of the ones that are meant to go down to your knees, I don’t know. But I just ended up straining the fabric against my testicles, quite uncomfortably in that moment as well. They had swollen to the point that the gown just couldn’t cover them.

I’d have loved to find my own clothes but there was a sense of urgency, being a patient on the run and all… so I just left in that gown, hunched over as much as possible. It was late at night at this point so the streets were clear and I could hide among the darkness. 

Atleast… that was certainly my hope.