A Matter Of Balance Revisited - (Caligula's Original Story) - (F/m)

 A Matter Of Balance Revisited.

(Introduction: This is a Caligula story I've always loved. I was pissed there wasn't a sequel, so I decided to write one myself. I hope you enjoy it.

I changed some elements, from mother and son to aunt and nephew, and I also added a few chapters to introduce the next story. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope that if Caligula ever reads this unofficial sequel of mine, he'll appreciate it.)

Below is the link to the original story:  https://ballbustingstoriesj.blogspot.com/2025/05/a-matter-of-balance.html

Chapter I: The incident.

Melissa pulled a kitchen chair up to the cabinets; cabinets she was too short to reach. At five foot six inches she wasn’t very tall and often had problems reaching items stored up high. Canned goods on the top shelf at the local market were a particular annoyance as she always had to ask for help. Even with her highest heels, height was a perpetual challenge.

She pulled the wobbly chair as close to the cabinets as she could get it and climbed up in her bare feet to search for the item that she misplaced some time ago. Where is that damn bottle? She still couldn’t reach the cabinet and stood on her tiptoes to give her an extra few inches, but that caused the chair to teeter dangerously to the side. The chair was just too rickety and her balance too off. She jumped off at the last attempt, saving herself from a nasty fall. She looked from the cabinet up high to the chair down low, pondering her options.

“Bill! Can you come here for a minute please? I need your help,” she called.

Melissa’s nephew Bill came shambling into the kitchen, not thrilled to be bothered but also without a good reason  to put off his aunt’s request for an audience. At nearly 6 feet tall he towered over his aunt.

“Yeah, aunt. What’s up?”

“Bill, do me a favor and sit in this chair and hold it stable please? I’m looking for something on the top shelf over here and I keep losing my balance and I don’t want to fall and get hurt,” she said.

“Why don’t you just let me get whatever it is you’re looking for? I’m taller than you,” he replied.

This annoyed Melissa, as her height (or lack thereof) was a touchy subject with her.

“Bill! You know how much I hate tall people commenting on my stature! I’m exactly as tall as I need to be! It’s not my fault the rest of you are oversized beanstalks!”

“Fine, aunt! Fine! I’ll sit in the stupid chair,” he replied.

Bill sat down up against the backrest as his aunt lifted one of her shapely legs and cute feet over his groin area, making him realize there wasn’t much room on the chair for both him and his aunt. He quickly spread his legs to the side, creating a gap for his aunt to stand in. Melissa planted her foot firmly on the seat and lifted herself off the ground, coming to stand between her nephew’s splayed thighs.

Sitting directly behind his aunt Bill had a perfect view of her nice ass as it wiggled back and forth in front of his eyes like a hypnotist swinging a shiny bauble from side to side, luring him into a trance. It didn’t help that she was wearing some teeny tiny Daisy Duke shorts, and her bubble butt oozed out of the shorts creating some of the finest ass cleavage he had ever seen.

This isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

As Melissa still struggled to reach the shelf she was unaware of her nephew’s appreciative fascination with her rump and stood on her tiptoes once more to gain those precious few inches that might help her achieve her goal of searching the shelf.

Damn! Still can’t reach it!

Her balance started to falter again and she involuntarily backed up a few inches, her bare heels now hovering dangerously above her nephew’s balls. Neither Melissa nor Bill noticed the precarious situation his manhood was in, as Melissa was still concentrating on reaching the shelf and Bill was still concentrating on his aunt’s plump ass. His gaze travelled from her bubble butt to her legs, following down their length, and came to rest on her feet with her pretty polished toes and high arch. It was then that Bill’s mind snapped back to reality as he saw his unpleasant dilemma…to say something and startle his aunt, causing her feet to drop back onto his berries…or not say something and she tired of standing on her toes and drop back onto her heels and onto his berries.

If she leans back she’s going to crush my…

Melissa leaned back.

Bill tried to stand up, but his aunt’s feet had pinned his nuts to the seat of the chair. His mouth fell open as he made an attempt to tell his aunt that her feet were crushing his balls, but it came out as just one long high-pitched sigh.

Melissa lowered her feet and felt the soft fabric of her nephew’s basketball shorts under her heels, along with what felt like two grapes…one under each heel.

What are those, she wondered.

She shifted her weight back and forth from heel to heel trying to figure out what those two little things were that she held captive under her feet.

What ARE those? <wiggle her right foot> Feels like two firm eggs. <wiggle her left foot> Feels like two…

“Balls…” Bill gasped out weakly. “My balls…”

“Balls?” mused Melissa out loud.

She looked down and saw the shocked look on Bill’s face, and let her eyes wander to his groin. She lifted her right heel slightly, shifting her weight on that foot to her toes, then placed her weight back onto her heel to confirm that the rubbery object under her foot was indeed her nephew’s ball.

“Oopsie!” she cried as she jumped down off the chair, her bare feet landing on the cold kitchen tiles with an audible plop. She grunted as she slowly twisted the chair around so that it faced the opposite direction, Bill flopping like a ragdoll with each sudden jerk of the seat. Melissa giggled playfully as she knelt between her nephew’s legs, tugging his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, exposing his manhood so she could check out his sore nuts.

“Sorry Billy,” she said through her girlish laughter. “Let me check your two balls.”

She realized she didn’t really know how to check balls, and ended up just holding his nuts in her hands and weighing them up and down like she was examining fruit at the grocery store. She carefully placed each ball back onto the chair, adjusting them slightly like she was arranging fine china. She still needed to check that shelf though. She took a moment to think about it and then stepped back onto the chair between Bill’s legs, making sure to avoid his bare balls.

Now that his nuts were free from the painful trap sprung on them by his aunt’s feet, Bill’s senses started to return to him. His aunt was back on the chair, but as the chair was now reversed he was staring directly at the camel toe created in his aunt’s skin-tight shorts. He swallowed hard, especially as his aunt stood on her tiptoes again and leaned forward, shoving her crotch even closer to his face. He was practically crossing his eyes in an attempt to bring her tightly wrapped pussy into focus. He swallowed hard, and his dick started to stiffen.

Melissa still couldn’t reach the shelf and lifted herself onto her toes again, but she was still too short. She hated being short.

Just another half inch or so and I could reach this damn shelf!

She was about to give up when she looked down and saw her nephew’s nuts laying innocently on the chair right in front of her toes. She was surprised to see his cock harden and lift off the chair in what she likened to a patriotic salute. It stood there completely vertical, and she found herself impressed with the libido that young men possessed.

I wonder what that’s all about, she thought. She looked again at his nuts. Huh…they seem to be about a half-inch around. I wonder...no. No, I couldn’t do that…could I? It would just be for a brief moment…just long enough to check that shelf. And I’m small. I don’t weigh all that much.

Melissa lifted her right foot and placed the ball of her foot on her nephew’s left nut, stepping down on it. Bill froze, his dick wilting like an unwatered flower. Melissa then repeated the procedure with her other foot, and Bill’s other nut. She tested out the integrity of his gonads by bouncing on them slightly to make certain they would hold her full weight. Satisfied, she refocused her attention on the pesky shelf. While she couldn’t see what was on the shelf, the added height provided by her nephew’s balls allowed her to blindly search the shelf with her outstretched hand.

Nothing…where is that damn bottle?

Bill’s boner was gone, having been defeated by his aunt’s pretty feet. If someone had asked what it felt like, and had he been capable of answering, he would have said it felt like his aunt had placed his nuts in two vices and kept turning the screws. His mind flashed from thought to thought. He fevered brain momentarily grabbed onto something he learned in science class; something about when an object meets an immovable force. The image of his aunt’s delicate female hand breaking two eggs and the insides oozing out into a frying pan flashed before his eyes. He saw fragments of his aunt dancing barefoot in a vat full of grapes, making wine by bursting the grapes…but then the hazy image shifted and instead of grapes it was his balls she was dancing on.

Melissa had run her hand over almost the entire surface of the cabinet shelf without finding her precious bottle. As her hand strayed to the far side of the shelf she shifted her weight to maintain her balance.

POP!

Bill’s right nut was obliterated as it finally surrendered under Melissa’s foot, causing the small amount of cum that had been inside the ball to ooze out of his dick. She was so focused on finding her bottle though that the bursting of her nephew’s ball only vaguely registered in her mind. Her body reflexively adjusted her balance and centered her weight over Bill’s left ball, causing her left leg to lift higher and bend at the knee as it no longer had anything to step on. All of her weight was now pressing down on the left ball.

Just a moment longer, she thought. I’m sure that bottle is here somewhere. Almost done…

POP!

Another dribble of cum leaked from his cock.

Her hand withdrew from the shelf as she lost her half-inch boost with the failing of the structural integrity of Bill’s balls. Her thoughts shifted from the still missing bottle to the sound of Bill’s high-pitched gurgles…too high-pitched for a man to make. She looked down and saw the cause of her nephew’s new-found operatic singing skills under her feet.

Oh! I guess I exploded his balls. Well that’s a shame. You only get two, after all.

She stepped down off the chair and off what was left of the two nuts that had served her well. She briefly wondered what it must be like to have someone step on your balls and turn them into nut puree.

They just dangle outside their body like that. How bad could it hurt if Mother Nature intended for them to just hang there without any protection? She noted the sad puddle of cum lying between Bill’s legs and recalled the last she saw of his dick it had been erect. It must not have hurt TOO badly if he was cumming while I stood on his dingleberries…so nothing to feel bad about I guess. Kind of gross that I made him cum…I’m his aunt after all, but since it was his last one I’m glad I was able to help drain that nut out of his balls.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie,” she said quietly to Bill, referring to the quickly drying cum stain on her well used kitchen furniture and her role in creating it.

Melissa slapped herself on the forehead.

“Of course! Now I remember moving that bottle into the bathroom last month!” she exclaimed. “Ugh…up onto a high shelf. At least I think that’s where I put it.”

She looked down at her neutered nephew, biting her lips for the guilt, “I need to fix that first.”

Chapter II: The aftermath.

The private clinic where Melissa worked had a small convalescence wing in the back; she found an empty room, nothing fancy, just a bed, a nightstand, and a window overlooking the parking lot. It was perfect for what she needed. Her friend Diane, a nurse who had seen enough strange things in her twenty-year career to stop asking questions, helped her set everything up.

Bill had been quiet during the procedure thanks to the drugs. Melissa had explained it simply: silicone implants, one large incision, barely visible scars after healing. He would look normal and feel normal, mostly. No one would ever know what had happened in that kitchen, how his aunt's delicate feet had crushed his manhood into nothing.

"Sign here," Melissa had said, holding the consent form. "It says you're volunteering for cosmetic testicular implants. Old sports injury."

Bill had signed without reading. What was he going to do? Tell the police his aunt had stood on his balls until they popped? That she'd done it with a smile, her toes digging into his scrotum while he screamed? The shame would destroy him. Besides, she'd promised to not tell anything to his parents, thankfully he was leaving alone so he could recover properly.

Diane helped with the dressings, never once commented. She just changed the gauze, checked the sutures, and made sure the implants were settling correctly.

"He'll be fine," Diane said, peeling off her gloves. "Give it two weeks for the swelling to go down. Four weeks for full recovery."

Melissa thanked her and closed the door behind her, turning to look at her nephew. Bill lay on the bed, still groggy from the painkillers, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"You're going to be okay," she said softly, sitting on the edge of the mattress. She placed her hand on his thigh, just above where the bandages were. "And you're going to keep your mouth shut. Right?"

Bill nodded slowly. "Yes, Aunt Melissa."

She finally relaxed and  let a relaxed smile spread across her face.

Chapter III:  THE NEW BLOSSOMED DESIRE.

But something had changed inside Melissa. That night, alone in her apartment, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The feeling of his balls beneath her soles. The loud pop that she ignored. The warmth spread across her foot. The way he'd screamed, then gone silent, then whimpered as she continued to stand there, grinding her heel into the mess she'd made.

She touched herself that night, and every night after, for the next few weeks. Her climaxes were sharper, more intense, colored by the memory of power. She had taken away something very important for every male. She had castrated a man. Changed him permanently, and he would carry that change forever, never able to forget what she'd done.

The fantasy grew. What would it be like to do it again? To find another pair of full, heavy testicles and crush them under her weight? To feel that same surrender, that same power over a stud?

Her thoughts turned to Mark.

Mark was Bill's younger brother, twenty-two years old, still living at home, still that sweet, awkward boy who'd had such an obvious crush on his aunt since puberty. He was taller than Bill, broader in the shoulders, with thick thighs and an almost innocent eagerness to please. They'd always been close, he used to fall asleep on her lap as a child, and as a teenager, she'd caught him staring at her feet more times than she could count.

She invited him over for lunch the following weekend.

Chapter IV: The encounter.

Mark arrived early, carrying a bottle of wine and a bouquet of grocery-store flowers, holding them out with a nervous smile. "Hi, Aunt Melissa. Thanks for having me."

"Of course, sweetheart. Come in."

He stepped inside, and she watched him take in the apartment, noting the way his eyes lingered on her bare legs, her painted toes in open sandals. He was so easy to read. So eager.

Over pasta and cheap red wine, they talked about his job at the auto shop, her work at the clinic, and how his mother was doing. Normal things. But beneath the conversation, Melissa was studying him. The bulge of his thighs in his jeans. The way his hands moved when he talked, strong and capable. And yes, the slight tent in his pants when she crossed her legs and her sandal slipped off, dangling from her toes.

Later, after lunch, she led him to the bathroom to show him the renovations she'd done.

"The new shelving is beautiful," she said, running her fingers along the edge. "I had to get a stool to reach it, though. It's mounted higher than the one in the kitchen."

Mark looked up at the shelf, then back at her. "You could ask me to help. I'm tall enough."

"I know, sweetie. But I like being independent."

She watched him in the mirror, saw the way his eyes drifted down to her feet again. He had it bad.

The bathroom shelf is even higher than the one in the kitchen. Maybe if he gets hard like his brother and his dick is pointing straight up, I could stand on the tip with my cute little toes so I can reach. That would give me like six or seven extra inches! Boners are tough, right? Sure they are. That's why they call it being hard, I suppose. He'll be fine. His dick will be just fine…

Melissa smiled, a small, private smile.

She couldn't wait to see Mark's manhood.

She couldn't wait to test that theory