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Taking Care of Splinter.

by tannim

January 2, 2016

"Irma, can Splinter stay with you?" Donatello looked worried on the screen. "April is too busy and we can't stay with him."

"Why can't he stay by himself like he usually does?"

"Oh, er... Michelangelo was sort of goofing off with his skateboard and landed a bit too hard on Master Splinter's back and arms and... well, most of him, really."

Irma covered her mouth. "That's terrible! Is he ok?"

"He can't really stand up right now, but nothing is broken. Please, can you take him for a while? It'll only be a few days. Maybe a week! However long it takes us to deal with Shredder in Texas. Don't ask, we aren't sure what he's doing either."

"Well... I guess I could, but..."

"Great! We're in the elevator to your floor right now, be there in a minute!"

Heaving a sigh, Irma wondered if the possibility of her refusing had ever popped into their minds. She paused her workout video and tossed a robe on over her leotard. Exercise would have to wait.

Looking around her apartment, Irma put away a few more tasteless things she'd had out and a few breakables. Days with a man in the house would be unusual, but at least it was Splinter and not Michelangelo or Raphael. Those two were hard to be around for more than a couple minutes.

She waited next to the door and opened it as soon as somebody knocked. The man outside had a hopeful look on his face and a few pamphlets in his hands. Irma slammed the door and yelled GO AWAY just as the turtles shoved him out of the way.

"Out of the way, pal. We're in a hurry. Irma, it's us, let us in."

Raph and Leo were carefully carrying Splinter between them with Mikey on all fours under him using his shell to keep the rat stable. They hurried straight to her couch and very gently lifted him onto it.

"Erf, EASY, my sons." He lay still for several seconds, allowing the twinge in his back to fade from lack of movement. "That does feel a little better now. Thank you for letting me stay, Irma."

Splinter's robe was torn along the right edge. His hands were bound in the same bandages his feet and ankles were usually wrapped in. He looked more tense than she had ever seen him. He also looked more exposed, with his torn robe hanging open and nothing hiding him underneath.

Her cheeks flushed when she saw his bare genitals almost fully exposed to her. Almost because his scrotum was so large part of it was hidden by his legs. She'd never guessed the old rodent was so big down there!

She turned to the turtles to hide her embarrassment by acting angry. "You were already on your way before you even asked?! I could have said no, you know! What am I supposed to DO with him, anyway? I have work tomorrow, too, just like April!"

"No worries." Michelangelo called out from the kitchen. "We'd have just brought him here anyway."

Leo took her hand. "I'm sorry, Irma, but we really don't have a choice. You're the only other human we can trust with this. We'll make it up to you later, somehow, I promise. Master Splinter needs help and we need to go after Shredder."

"You take good care of him, Irma." Raphael looked at his master. He didn't want to leave him, but he turned away to the others, who all nodded. "We have to go."

"Put the pizza down, Mikey, we don't have time to bake it anyway."

"Aw, totally not fair, dude. Maybe you can bake it for Master Splinter, Irma."

She watched them go, then hurried over to her couch to adjust her guest's robe for him. "Let's just get this a bit neater, shall we? Is there, er, anything I can get you, Master Splinter?"

Splinter winced at her adjustments. "I would be grateful for a pillow under may back, Irma."

Irma took a pillow from another chair. "When my father hurt his back some years ago we found that a heating pad helped. I'll get mine. Now... how to get this under you. Can you sit up at all?"

"I... will try." Splinter pushed his arms to the pillows, winced at just that, then tried to sit up. His whole body jerked after he'd bent only two inches and he flopped right back down. "It would seem I cannot quite yet."

"Well, where do you want the pillow?" She pressed it against his elbow. "About here?"

"Yes, try there, please." He grunted when she slid a hand under him, then groaned in agony a moment later when he was propped up and the pillow slid under as quickly as she could. "I was wrong! Lower!" The agony made his vision blur when he was propped up again for adjustment. It didn't help anymore than the first. "Lower!"

Irma hesitated a moment, it was already under his lower back. The only place lower was under his butt. Seeing him hurting so, so she lifted him once more and tried to push the pillow further under further down. She had to fully pull the pillow out from under him to get around his tail, though and his groan of agony made her drop him back to the couch. After a second, she lifted him by the knees and tried from that direction only to find his scrotum in the way, at least until she lifted him high enough to slide the pillow under it. He really was a lot bigger than she'd ever guessed!

She lowered him down, still thinking of the heat of his balls when they'd bumped against the back of her hand. His whole scrotum was as large as a volley ball, with a clear distinction between one testicle and the other. If he hadn't looked like he was in such pain, she'd have been a lot more embarrassed about seeing and touching it, even accidentally.

Splinter hadn't even noticed, however. He had his jaws clenched and was still seeing star brusts from the spinal aches. Irma had been as quick as she could with the pillow, which both hurt more and hurt less since it didn't give his body as much time to suffer from the movements.

Thankfully, the pillow was helping. His back arched into a much better position that eased the bruised and pinched area. He had no idea if the heating pad was in place or not, but didn't worry about it, either.

After a full minute of just laying there, eyes closed, he turned his head toward where he heard his host breathing. "Thank you, Irma. That does feel... better."

"Oh, I'm glad." The human woman was still a little dazed herself, since he was still mostly exposed to her. She wasn't used to seeing men so bare in person, let alone any so exotic as Splinter. Irma just let her mouth go on auto. "Er, should I turn the TV on for you? There's not much on but soap operas at the moment though. I've never really gotten in to them. They're always so sappy or overly dramatic."

"Soap Operas would be fine, thank you." He turned his head with a groan. "I won't need the remote. I'm afraid I don't have much use of my hands for now. The accident dug my claws into my palms quite deeply."

"Alright... um... well, if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen cooking something. I don't really know what, I usually just make something small." Irma set the TV to the first channel that wasn't on commercial. "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Chicken breasts fried in a light flouring had seemed like a good idea at the time and he hadn't complained when she'd cooked it. It was a small meal, just right for two people and she had some cottage cheese she'd found in the fridge to go with it. That seemed like a good idea too, and they were, until she realized she had to feed him herself.

Splinter lay panting on his back after trying to sit up for it. "I am sorry, Irma."

"Oh, it's alright, Master Splinter." She cut the chicken up into cubes. "It's not really hard."

It was really wasn't hard, but it was really awkward for her. The woman felt embarrassed to be sitting next to the large rat and feeding him one forkful at a time. She'd never had anybody really depend on her so much. Every time he looked up at her as she fed him, her cheeks just flushed red.

He may have been able to hold the fork himself with his bandaged hands, but even if he had, the food would have fallen off when he tried to eat it. A thought brought her gaze down to his still bare groin when she guided a straw into his muzzle. Splinter was going to have to do things soon. He couldn't even sit up and he'd have to do things.

"Oh dear... I just thought of something, Master Splinter."

Splinter turned his head to her after drinking. "What is it?"

The woman wrung her hands together. "You can't sit up too well, right? And... well, you'll have to pee soon, right? I mean, you do go, don't you? Being a rat and all wouldn't really affect that, I think."

"Yes, I still have to do that, too. You are right." He took a deep breath, looking more flustered and unsure of himself than she'd ever seen him. His voice was less calm than usual when he finally spoke again. "If you do not mind, I would be grateful if you could help me with that."

She stared at him. He was actually blushing. His ears were darker and his whiskers twitched far more rapidly than usual. Master Splinter was embarrassed! Irma was too, but she frequently was.

"Well, I don't really MIND. I... I'll go get a bucket, I think. Are you sure I can't take you to a hospital, Master Splinter? They are much better equipped than I am!"

"I fear there would be serious problems with that."

Irma adjusted her glasses nervously. "It's just, I'll have to touch you down there. Not that you aren't... very handsome and very ... well, large, down there. I do like guys with big balls and, wow, yours are big and I just said that out loud, didn't I..."

Splinter's lips curled up slightly into a hint of a smile at the back of his muzzle. "You did. I am sure you can handle it, Irma. I am sorry that you have to, but I will not mind you touching my genitals." He turned his head to look at her again. "You are very handsome yourself."

Irma sniffed and turned away. "Handsome is not a word a woman wants to be called."

Splinter shook his head and took a deep breath. "Beautiful is not a word men want to be called, the words mean the same thing, even if they are usually used for one gender instead of the other. I have never seen you in a robe before."

"What robe?" The change in topic left her confused until she realized she was still wearing the robe she'd slipped on earlier. "Oh. This." Irma set the plate down. "I was getting ready for my workout when the turtles called. Since they were so close I just put my bath robe on instead of getting dressed again. I'm just wearing a leotard under here. It didn't seem like the right outfit for company."

"You do not have to let my presence interrupt your workout, Irma. I would be doing my own at home if I were able to move." The old rat was glad to be on a different topic.

"Er, I sort of have to do them in here. There's not enough room anywhere else."

"And you are self conscious of my watching you. Perhaps if you think of me as a temporary trainer instead of as a guest, it will help you relax."

Irma brightened up. "Hey, you ARE a trainer. Well, alright, I guess I can. Would you like anything else to eat before I start?"

He didn't and she set the few dishes into the dish washer for later. Irma was somewhat apprehensive about having him watch, but when he didn't make any stupid comments about her leotard after slipping out of her robe, she grew more confident. The exercise workout video embarrassed her more than her outfit after she pushed play again.

Splinter watched her with interest. Her body was almost perfectly visible through the light blue leotard. He could see everything outlined except the cleavage between her breasts, buttocks, and vulva. The woman had a very attractive figure when she wasn't wearing her bulky work clothes.

She was far less awkward working out than he had ever seen her in public, too. Her kicks were high, with legs straight, her posture was mostly correct, and she simply didn't look as shy as usual. Splinter stayed silent to keep her that way, too.

Irma had her back to him at times, giving him a perfect view of her butt when she did her toe touches. It looked tight and the crease was much more visible after a few bends and twists. He had a hard time not looking away when she turned to give him a side view for another exercise. Pulling her arm behind her neck in a stretch left him with a good view of her breasts.

They weren't huge, or even large, but they bulged pleasantly against the stretchy skin tight fabric and would certainly be a handful if he were to cup them. Splinter wondered if she realized how thin the material was and how well he could see her nipples, as well as her pubic mound below, outlined through it when seen from the side. He doubted it and found himself thinking he was glad she didn't.

Other parts of him were glad, too. His penis peaked out of his sheath before she'd even finished her side stretches and moved into her standing lunges. Irma didn't notice, since her gaze was on the TV rather than him, but he knew that would only last so long.

Doubt crept into his normal calm. She'd spoke of touching him already, but how would she react to seeing him aroused from watching her like that? Irma had said he was handsome, which meant she probably enjoyed the idea of seeing him aroused, but he still worried she'd react badly. There was no way he could hide it. His hands would have no trouble nudging his robe over it, but his arousal would still be as plainly visible through it as her genitals were through her leotard.

The rat took a deep calming breath. What would happen would happen. Until then, he may as well enjoy her natural beauty.

Irma purposefully stared at the TV while she worked out. Having a male watching her made her so aware of her body. She really didn't want to look at Splinter and see him looking at her. He could be smirking at her or thinking how silly she looked doing things or even how bad the workout video was. She was determined to finish before daring to see what he thought of it.

Irma finished her lunges, moved on to squats, to twists, to jumping jacks before finally pushing stop. Twenty minutes was enough. There'd be time for more later, if needed. She took some time to catch her breath before turning around to face Splinter. If he were laughing she'd be so humiliated.

He wasn't laughing, but the sight of him watching her, panting, with muzzle partially open and cock swollen wasn't exactly what she'd expected, either. It wasn't bad, not exactly bad. It was better than laughing, very much better than laughing. Irma looked away, then back, trying to figure out what to say or even what she felt. He looked... interested. He looked interesting, too.

The fact that Splinter made no move to hide his arousal interested her. He didn't try to insult her by simply covering it up in the hopes she wouldn't notice like a previous friend had. There was embarrassment about it, but, oh she didn't know what or even how she should react.

She finally decided to try humor and crossed her arms in an attempt to look stern. "Let me guess, you just have to pee really badly?"

The rat smiled faintly as her expression spread into a smile after saying it. "Not just yet, Irma."

Irma waited for him to say more, but he didn't. She looked down at herself, then back up at him. Her gaze slid from his face to his groin.

"I guess this leotard does show off a bit too much, huh? That's why I wore the robe."

"I wouldn't say too much. It hid what you wanted to hide." Splinter took a deep breath and winced at it shifting his spine. "Not that you need to hide yourself. You are very attractive when you let yourself be."

Irma pulled a chair over to him and sat next to him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You always wear bulky clothes that hide your body." He was in too deep to stop. "At home, you are comfortable enough to wear more revealing clothing. Even in front of a guest."

She hesitated. "Well, you're more of a trainer, aren't you? You see people like this all the time." The expression on his face made her sigh. "Or not. I don't know. It doesn't feel bad to let you see me like this. I can't stand the thought of Vernon or Mr. Thompson seeing, though, or anybody I know at work, really."

"It is a very enjoyable sight, Irma."

"You really think I'm pretty?" She glanced down at his erection. He'd gotten it from seeing her and hadn't said anything stupid like most other guys would have. It really was flattering to have aroused him so much. New thoughts popped into her mind. He really was handsome and why not? She'd have to touch it sooner or later anyway, maybe some practice wouldn't hurt."Um... do you, um, need help? Er, with that?"

Splinter looked into her eyes. "Yes."

Her hand was around his shaft only a second after he said it. She had clearly wanted to hold it, at the very least, and he was happy to let her. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone but himself to pleasure him. A woman as lovely as Irma was hard to find for a man sized rat living in a sewer. Her hands were soft and eager, too.

Splinter grunted quietly when she cupped his balls as well as she could after pumping his cock a few times. The woman seemed as interested in his large pouch as she did in his penis. Perhaps she had as much trouble finding a lover as he did.

Irma explored her guest's seven inch erection and nuts fondly. His cock wasn't nearly as big as she'd expected it to be from his scrotum size, but it was plenty big enough. It was shaped differently from a human man's, with a pointy tip rather than a blunt one. She assumed it was what a rat would have had if rats were that big. Whatever the shape, it was still fun to rub.

His balls were definitely very much like his feral brethren. She knew rats got huge down there, having seen plenty of the rodents in the sewer. That Splinter might have had a proportionally large pair had never crossed her mind. They were so big and so fun to squeeze. Irma wanted to let go of his cock to heft them better, but felt it would be too much. She was supposed to just be relieving his erection, not fawning over his nuts!

At least he didn't seem to have minded her playing with them. He watched her hands with a nearly blank expression and simply let her do what she pleased. The only real response was his breathing, which had grown more rapid and louder while her hand slid up and down his shaft. Irma wondered what it would be like to have him mounting her on all fours as though she were a rat herself. Just taking that odd penis into her would feel interesting no matter the position.

The woman tried to avoid looking into his eyes, at first. She'd never liked looking into a partner's face during sex. It always felt so embarrassing and even with Splinter, she felt the embarrassment at what she was doing. Her desire to keep doing it helped her to get over that, though. His less human features helped a lot, too.

"Let me know if I have to stop doing something, ok, Master Splinter?"

He groaned in discomfort as he moved a bandaged hand down to pat her wrist. "I think just Splinter will do at this point, Irma."

Irma giggled. "Well, Splinter, if you have anything you'd really like me to do or not do, be sure to tell me. I don't really do this very often, er, more than once or twice ever, really." She squeezed Splinter's penis a little harder. "Do you like it tighter or looser?"

"Both are pleasant in their own way, but I think looser right now. Tighter makes my body tense too much and my back hurts enough just lying still." Splinter felt her slow down and had to speak quickly. "But there is no reason to stop. Please, continue. I don't get to do it... very often, either."

They were both silent while Irma kept her hand moving. The moment was more awkward after their admissions, but they were both enjoying it. Being with somebody was much better than being with their usual nobody.

Irma stared at the cock in her hand and the hint of moisture leaking from it. "Um, do you mind if I, er, kiss it?"

"No, I do not mind if you kiss it. You may do what you like as long as you do not make me move too much."

The woman scooted her chair back to give her more room to lean forward and gave his pointed cocktip a kiss. His hot stiff flesh felt pleasant and moist. It was a lot different to play with a real one again after so long. Toys weren't even close and didn't have the masculine musk wafting off them and from the fur around his groin. Splinter felt, and smelled, very exciting.

Irma held her lips against him for several seconds before lifting up to look at it again. Doubts and embarrassment flashed through her mind but he Had given her permission. She even had it in her hand and had kissed it. How much worse could it be to give in and do more? Her eyes closed at that thought and she smiled. It couldn't be any worse.

Splinter stiffened all over when he felt Irma's mouth engulf his erection. She dropped both hands to his balls and used her lips and tongue instead. The pain in his back surged, but so did his arousal, pushing against the ache. A woman's tongue and lips down there was worth the agony.

"That is a very interesting Kiss, Irma." He took a deep breath, winced, and smiled again. "It feels very good."

Irma bobbed her head down Splinter's rathood. He tasted clean, with just a hint of sweat and musk. She liked it and especially liked how he was treating her as she did it. There was none of the hand pushing on her head or dirty talk. He just let it happen and so did she.

It was exciting taking as much of his erection into her mouth as she could. When he poked her throat, she stopped and pulled back again. She couldn't imagine how a woman could swallow a whole erection but it was fun to tease herself by trying. It was pleasant squeezing harder with her lips each time, too.

Irma shifted in her chair. Her own loins were definitely getting into it. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Her clitoris rubbing against the leotard's already tight strap was very distracting. It was too bad she couldn't really do anything with it. She wasn't about to let go of his huge testicles, they were too sexy to stop fondling.

Her mouth was having a much better effect on her guest than her hand had. She could feel that easily. Splinter's cock had pulsed a bit before, but nothing like it was doing against her tongue. His breathing was louder in her ears, tinged with grunts of pleasure, and his legs tensed in time to her efforts. He was so cute like that and Irma was glad she'd seen several women blowing guys in videos. They'd given her at least some idea of what she was doing.

Irma nodded her head faster to make it feel better for him. She lifted his heavy balls, too, remembering the women doing both, and pulled off somewhat to focus just on his tip. It had always seemed odd when they did it, but it really had an effect on her lover!

Splinter thrust up into her mouth, letting out a loud groan of agony as he did so, followed by a sigh of pain melting away. His cock swelled between her lips, a powerful pulse pulled his heavy balls up, and Irma felt a strong spurt of cum shoot against the roof of her mouth. It caught her off guard when the rat's spunk slid back into her throat, along with the second shot, and left her coughing.

Splinter could do nothing when she pulled away, other than finish by shooting the rest over his belly and chest. The agony was fully gone for those wonderful few seconds of bliss and he took a full deep breath for the first time in some hours without pain. It didn't last long, but it was almost as good as the orgasm. Even with the pain, he felt a great deal less pent up. He hadn't been with anyone in far too long.

Irma got control of herself back a few seconds after her guest had finished and she just sat up watching him pant. She hated to have wasted his release like that. Only a little bit even got into her mouth. Cum tasted somewhat bad, but it was surprisingly erotic to have it in her mouth, knowing what she'd done to get it there. That had been great and he was still mostly stiff!

Splinter lay back, panting heavily. If it meant staying with a friend who would do that, perhaps a back injury was just what he needed. He tried to sit up and look at her, winced, and lay right back down. Yin and Yang could be such a tease sometimes.

Splinter was the first to break the silence. "Thank you, Irma."

His host's cheeks reddened at those simple words. Irma hated the sudden rush of embarrassment and the goofy smile that she couldn't stifle, but he was so polite and pleasant. Knowing she'd just, well, sucked his dick, made that calm demeanor seem sort of funny to her. In videos the guys were generally just breathing funny, grunting, or groaning afterward, then the scene faded out.

That she was still heavily aroused and hadn't cum yet, made her more embarrassed. How could she even take care of that with him nearly helpless. Normally she'd have just used her fingers or maybe her toy while looking at some of her favorite videos, but with him around to hear her? It was a lot more complicated when there was a real person involved!

"Oh, uh... you're welcome. I guess. Hehe." She frowned at the dark spots on his belly and chest. "I'm sorry I didn't catch it all in my mouth. I didn't really expect it to come out so fast. Oh no, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

He chuckled. "You did."

"I didn't mean to!" Irma paused. "Hey, you laughed at me!"

"More of a chuckle, Irma. It was the way you said it more than what you said."

"I guess that's better." She had no idea if that was an apology or not or if one was really even needed. Irma clenched her thighs, she was too distracted to think straight after that excitement and her eyes just kept drifting back to his hefty balls. "Well, er... what do we do now?"

Splinter turned his head to look her in the eyes. "If I had my hands or could move much, I would offer to help you with that."

Irma fought the blush again, her cheeks were already red enough! "It's alright. I'm not... not that needy right now, I guess." She needed a new topic. "I never realized you were like a real rat down there." Her mouth snapped shut. She'd done it again! "Size wise, I mean, of your, um, balls. No, really. I think they're neat! I'm not trying to make fun of them or anything. Really, I like them big. I mean really big." Both hands clapped over her mouth. "I can't stop talking!" Her guest groaned in pain suddenly and she was grateful to have something else to think about. "Are you ok?"

"Good, that made you think of something else." He pat her leg with his left wrist. "I am glad you approve of my size." Splinter took a deep breath. It worried him to say it, but he had to try. "If you like, you could be my hands for me and finish yourself off. My mouth still works and my tail could be of use."

Irma giggled. He sounded as needy as she had been. It had to be so frustrating not being able to move and having somebody willing nearby. The freedom that request gave her, though, eased a worry she'd been trying to stifle. She wanted to pleasure herself and he wanted to watch. Maybe it would be less embarrassing.

"I guess I could." Irma stood up and slipped her arms free of the leotard. She ran over to the door and locked it before she took the top fully down to expose her breasts. Only after she came back did she hang her head. "I should have locked that before I did that with you earlier, huh?"

Master splinter said nothing. Her breasts were very pretty bare. Her nipples were stiff caps poking upward while her cleavage looked just wide enough to lick along with a bead of sweat already running down the center.

Irma pulled her leotard down and over her hips in front of him, bending all the way to her ankles to pull it off rather than letting it slide down her legs. When she stood back up, her right hand covered her vulva and the left lifted across her breasts to hide those, too. She took a few seconds relax and pull her hands away to stand naked in front of him.

The dark brown fuzz between her legs caught his eye first. It matched the rest of her hair perfectly and hid much of her vulva. He could see why it hadn't been so perfectly outlined through her leotard, though it wasn't really that thick. Her pubic hair was soaked with her clear fluids and he got to see just how aroused she really was with her clitoris prominently jutting out through it.

Splinter was happy to see her so worked up over him. Given his age and appearance, it was good to know he could still interest a woman. It was too bad he had to get injured to do it and that he couldn't help her out with it.

"You are quite lovely, Irma." He had his own flush as he said it, but he meant it.

"Thank you." Irma laughed, feeling much more free than she'd felt for a while. "Now, how can I... Maybe I can sort of squat over you." She stepped over Splinter onto the couch, giving her guest a very good view of the underside of her breasts, but she hopped right back off when the cushion folded and made him groan in agony at the shift. "Well, maybe not there." Irma stepped over him again, over his face instead, giving him an amazing view of her vulva and rump from below, but again her weight disturbed the delicate position Splinter was in too much. "Ok, uh that's out. I guess I'll just have to do it myself."

"I'm very sorry I cannot help you. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be a little less tender."

"That's alright." Irma plopped down on her seat and got an idea. "Actually, I think you can help." She lifted his tail up with her left foot. "I'll use this like you suggested."

Splinter opened his mouth to say something, then shut it when his lover lifted his tailtip up to her face to nuzzle into it, kiss it, then give it a lick. He hadn't really expected her to use his tail, but watching her lick it like that and suck on the tip was oddly erotic. More so when she spread her legs and quickly pressed the rat's tail tip to her soft wet nether lips.

Splinter could feel them pulsing against his fleshy tail and couldn't stop a grunt at her heat suddenly engulfing the first two inches of it. He heard her grunt, too, before she let out a long sigh of enjoyment. Watching her slide it in further had his penis twitching again despite finishing just minutes before.

The first few inches of his tail weren't too thick, but they were something for her insides to grip around. Irma was happy enough with that. She liked some thing to hold inside while she rubbed her clitoris and, while it wasn't as good as she figured his penis would be, it was certainly better than her lifeless toy!

Irma leaned back in her chair to get more comfortable and slipped Splinter's tail out and back in again, managing the first six inches with little trouble. Her free hand dropped down to her mons above it and traced a V around her clit, only just brushing the sides of it the first few times. She looked up at Splinter to see if he was watching her and was both glad and embarrassed to see that he was, very intently.

Having somebody watching her should have been too much to keep going, or had in the past, but he seemed different. She WANTED him to see it. She wanted him to watch her fingers rub over her clit while she watched him back. After several seconds, though, her eyes drifted away from his long face to his again stiff cock and large balls. They hovered the longest on his heavy sack.

Irma pushed his tail in deeper just to feel the girth increase and finally let her fingers really touch her clit. The woman rubbed at it slowly to give him time to see it and her pussy spread and shift in time to his tail sinking in. Having him watching was surprisingly sexy for her.

"Ung. You're tail is really nice, Splinter. Can you move it much?"

"A little, but not how I suspect you want."

Irma clenched her legs around it and her hands. "That's too bad. It still feels good though!"

"It feels good for me, too, I promise." Splinter smiled.

He could feel her inner walls gripping his tail and easily imagined how she would feel squeezing just as tightly around his cock. The human woman clenched harder around it the faster she rubbed her clit and he tried to imagine how she'd like mashing that sensitive button into his furry hide during sex. Perhaps she would be willing to find out when his back was better.

Irma's arousal built quickly and she rubbed faster as it felt better. With Splinter watching and having to wait so long after his orgasm, she was getting off a lot faster than usual. His lovely exotic features were helping, too. She hoped he wouldn't be put off if she told him how much she liked big balls on a man. He had to have noticed she was staring at his pair most of the time, even if he couldn't tell she was fantasizing about them slapping against her thighs or butt while they had sex. Splinter was so big he couldn't help but bump her constantly with them, even without the saline the men in her favorite videos had to use.

Irma lifted her hand away from her clit to very lightly tap her pussy lips around his tail several times. Her pussy clenched hard around him and she thrust it in faster in time to the patting. Her gaze stayed glued onto his lightly fuzzed scrotum and ignored the rest of him as her lust built.

Splinter had a very good view of her rapid shallow breathing and her cute facial expressions. She wouldn't be long, he could see that. Her hips shifted constantly just as his own would when he was on the edge. He could feel her pussy juice all over the lower foot of his tail and it made him very happy. It made him happier still when she let out a sweet high pitched squeal and came around it.

Irma stopped her tapping the moment her orgasm hit and went back to rapidly grinding her fingers in a circle on her clit. She panted hard as she bucked in her chair, letting her whole body clench in bliss. It lasted a few seconds before she felt the contractions ease and let her slump back. Her slick fingers held Splinter's tail to keep it in place, unwilling to let it slip free just yet.

"Wow... I haven't had one that strong since I saw my first Infusion video." She took a deep breath. "Oh, that was really fun, Master Splinter."

Splinter ignored the formal title and smiled. "I am glad I could help. I'd be happy to go again if I could. If you do not mind, what is Infusion? I have not heard that term used for anything... intimate."

Still in her afterglow, Irma wasn't as embarrassed as she would have otherwise been. "Infusion is when a guy pumps his scrotum with saline to make it big. I could show you. It'll be easier to understand."

"If you wouldn't mind, I am curious."

Splinter brushed his erection with a bandaged hand hopefully, but she was more excited about showing him whatever Infusion was to notice. His tail slipped from her pussy when she stood up, a feeling he enjoyed, and she gave him good view of her backside when she left the room. Even so recently spent, Irma was full of energy.

Irma was bursting with excitement at showing him her favorite kinky thing at first. After taking a minute to find the dvd she'd made, however, her excitement turned into nervousness. What if he thought she was a freak when he saw it? He'd be looking at another guy, too. That probably wouldn't make him very happy. Some men got really upset about that.

"No, it's too late. I already brought it up. Maybe I could say I couldn't find it... damn. I found it." She looked at herself in the mirror on her door, still talking to herself. Her pussy was slick with her own cum and there was a small glob of his smeared from lip to cheek she hadn't noticed. That had been great. One more risk couldn't hurt. Could it? Irma took a deep breath and stood up straight. "Here goes, I guess." On the way back she wiped his cum from her face. "I found it Mas... um, Splinter. Are you sure you still want to see it? I mean, you'll be looking at a few other guys."

He shook his head and smiled. "I've seen them before. I see four of them practically every day."

She shrugged. "Ok, well, here it goes." The disk slipped in, she fought with the remote, and the disk played and a nude man appeared on the screen. "He's, um... Would you like some tea?"

Irma fled to her small kitchen before waiting for him to answer. Splinter could see she was worried about what he'd think. The man wasn't in great physical shape, but that didn't seem to matter since the camera zoomed into his groin.

Splinter watched in silence as the man cleaned his scrotum and set things up. Two needles slid into the man's sack, each attached to bags of something. Time lapsed in the video, showing impressive growth as the fluid went in.

Splinter wasn't sure what to think after seeing it, though if she liked that, there was no wonder she was fond of his own scrotum. It was not something he'd ever considered before. The man certainly looked bizarre with them bloated like that. Another video came on after it with a different man already swollen and simply posing.

Irma came back in, still naked, but holding a teacup and saucer as though they were a shield. "Well, here's your tea. I hope you're not too grossed out by it. I guess it is kind of nasty, huh?"

He took the tea from her suddenly unsteady hands, groaning briefly in agony at the twinging in his back. "It is... different, certainly. I am not sure I understand it, but it is not exactly nasty. I do hope they are not disfiguring themselves for it."

"It only lasts for a few days and goes away. It's not permanent." Irma licked her lips. "You're not disgusted by it?"

Splinter hesitated. It was very strange, but it wasn't exactly gross. He could have done without seeing a couple of the very out of shape men flaunting themselves, but that was more for their belly than what they'd done to their genitals.

"I am not disgusted by it, no. This infusion is certainly different, but it is not gross"

Irma found herself breathing very quickly. "I'm so glad! I thought you may think I was a freak or something for liking it."

He smiled. "Liking something like this will not make you a freak. If the before, after, and fully after scenes were accurate, it does no lasting harm." Splinter pulled his eyes away from her bare body and looked back at the ceiling, the tea and saucer resting on the cushion next to him. Even if it had somehow been bad, he wasn't sure if he could have said it was. The woman was taking care of him and was happy to pleasure him as she did so. Such a thing was rare indeed and he wouldn't want to risk losing that. "I am familiar with feeling the weight and size between my legs. For them, it must be quite novel."

"Um..." Irma sat next to him and moved his tea to her lap. "I had an idea. I don't know if I should ask though." She scooted closer before guiding the straw to his lips. "Do you think, tomorrow, you would like to try it? If you're feeling a little better, maybe. I can get the saline and a friend of mine is a nurse and wouldn't mind selling me the equipment to do it. It's really easy to do, you just have to keep it sterile and, and, I'm rambling, aren't I? I'm sorry..."

The rat took a drag on the straw, swallowed, and took another to buy some time to think. "I do not know."

"You won't really be inconvenienced by it! You'd look so amazing with a few liters in you... actually, you may even be able to take a few gallons! Hehe, the guys in the videos can take three or even four liters in theirs and they start off at not even half your size."

She sounded so excited about about it as she spoke. Splinter had a hard time not smiling just from her obvious arousal at the idea. He was going to be there a long time, alone with her and without his students. The way she described it did make it sound erotic, in its own way.

"If your back were better you could lay on top and I'd feel them bouncing against me, forcing my legs apart from their girth." Irma sighed happily at the thought. She was practically talking to herself instead of him. She still had the red flush of embarrassment as she spoke, but she didn't seem as apologetic or shy about talking so openly. "Oh, it would be great, especially if I were on all fours instead." Her chatter slowed as she realized what she'd been saying. "You know, it's weird. I've never really been able to talk about sex stuff so... openly before. I guess being with a guy makes it easier to talk about it with him."

Splinter rocked his head from side to side very gently. "I do not mind hearing it, though it is somewhat embarrassing, even for me. Sexual things are never easy to talk about."

"I guess ." Irma set the tea aside and clutched her hands together nervously between her legs. "So, do you want to try it?"

She seemed so desperate. Splinter realized he was just as desperate, even if not in the same way. Irma seemed to find him attractive. He found her very attractive. He wanted another chance with her. She wanted to be with him as well, he was sure. So what if she also wanted something strange. It didn't seem any more dangerous than sparring with his sons.

Saline infusion was such a small price for being intimate with her. "Yes. I will try it."

The woman lunged forward and hugged Splinter from excitement. "Oh that's wonderful! I can't wait to help you and we can both enjoy the results!" His yelp of agony made her jump back. "SORRY! SORRY! I forgot! Sorry!"

Tears of agony welled up involuntarily, but Splinter didn't mind after enjoying her breasts pressing against his chest. "Erg... That's alright. I'm glad you're excited."

The night passed slowly for them both. She put her nightgown on and they watched TV and talked. Relieving his bladder proved difficult with an erection, which Irma was happy to take care of again. He stayed still other than that and eventually fell asleep.

His back didn't hurt as badly the next day, though he still couldn't get up. He could use his arms more freely without extreme agony, too, but the warning twinges told him he had better not do too much. With the memory of what had happened the day before, Splinter felt pretty good.

Irma came out, half dressed, and was startled when she saw him. It took her a few seconds to wake up fully and remember what was going on. That memory woke her up quickly.

"Good morning, Master Splinter. Are you feeling any better?"

"A bit, thank you." The rat hadn't seen many women walking about in their underwear with their hair a mess before. It looked surprisingly good on Irma. It also looked silly, but his desire for her company kept him from dwelling on that. "I will not be getting up today, I'm afraid, but my back does not feel as bad."

Irma yawned loudly. "Ahhhh... That's good. I'll make some oatmeal and call in to work. I can't leave you here all by yourself. Well, not too long. I need to go in to pick up the, well, the gear for your, um, infusion... if you still want to try it, I mean."

"I will try it for you, Irma." He looked hesitant to ask something, and when she finally noticed it, she fetched the bucket for him to pee into. "Thank you again."

Breakfast went quickly. They both were too lost in their thoughts about each other to say much. Oatmeal dripped onto Splinter's robe as she fed him and a bit more fell on his fur. She realized she was going to have to give him a bath, something Splinter had figured out earlier and looked forward to. There were certainly a few advantages to being helpless, in the right situation.

"Since I need to clean you up really well before the infusion anyway, I'll go get the saline and equipment before washing that off, ok? I can put your robe in the wash now, though. You can wear one of mine if you don't want to lie around naked."

"It may be difficult to get me out of it. I think it better to wash it when you get back. Taking it off will hurt and I'd prefer to wait so I only need to get out and back in once."

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot again. Good idea. I'll just go now." Irma tried to hide her embarrassment at the oversight by hurrying to her bedroom and dressing. The woman left a couple minutes later. "I'll be back shortly."

Splinter hoped he hadn't upset her by pointing that out. Her warm soft hand was still on his mind and he really looked forward to feeling her hands running through his fur for the impending bath. He used the time alone to meditate, or at least try to. Thoughts of his friend's body intruded regularly and he found he didn't want to banish them. They were too precious to waste.

Irma was gone nearly forty minutes and it took her two trips to carry the two boxes in. One held four gallons worth of fluid in two oversized two gallon bags. She was happy to show them to him and just as happy to show him the tubing and twin needles still in their sterile packaging that would be used. They looked painful, but since Splinter had already had his own claws stuck into his hands, very thin needles were nothing.

"Now, how am I going to get you cleaned up for this. If I could get you into the bathroom it'd be easier. I don't think I can lift you, though."

"A layer of plastic would work, Irma. Perhaps a shower curtain."

"Hey, that would work, wouldn't it. Wait a minute, I think I have a new one I bought last year but never got round to putting up! I'll go get it."

Splinter watched her go. A woman was going to wash him. It was a simple fantasy, but one he was eager to experience. Even if it wasn't exactly sexual and hurt a lot to move, he was still eager.

It did hurt, though not as much as he'd expected. He pushed himself up to let her take his robe off and he even managed to lift his hips once to let it be pulled out from under him. Thankfully, it did not hurt too long and the plastic slid under his back easily enough. Lifting his hips a second time, however, had him slamming back onto the couch helplessly at a cruel stabbing twinge in his spine. Irma had to lift him up and tuck it under like she had the pillow and heating pad. It took less than a minute, but the pain lingered for several minutes afterward.

His host used the time to get towels and hot soapy water ready. She asked him to let her know when he was comfortable enough again and left the room. Irma stripped her own clothes off for a surprise, putting on a white nurse's jacket and hat she'd borrowed from her friend instead. When he called out, she came in, jacket buttoned only with the center button, carrying the bucket of water. She posed just to let him see her trying to be sexy.

"Somebody here order a sponge bath?"

"I believe that was me." Splinter didn't even try to hide the smile. Irma's coat showed most of her breasts and all of her groin while hiding most of her curves. It really did look sexy on her, especially with the hat giving her an added touch by hiding much of her hair. She did look somewhat like a nurse. "You look lovely, Irma."

Irma's cheeks burned at that, he sounded so sincere! "You think so? I wanted to try being sexy for a change." She hurried over set the bucket down. Her eyes drifted to his groin and she was delighted to see his penis standing up fully erect. "Did it work?"

"Oh yes... it worked." He followed her gaze, then shivered at the hot soapy sponge being applied to it with a soft sponge. "It worked very well indeed. I suppose that does make it easier to wash."

His hostess scrubbed the stiff rat cock for only ten or so seconds before stopping despite how much he enjoyed it. "Sorry, Splinter. I don't want you to finish until after the infusion. It'll be worth the wait, I promise!" Inside, Irma was congratulating herself on managing to actually go through with that plan she'd made. It would have been so easy to give in and just make him cum first. So much fun, too, but they'd both have more fun waiting. "It won't be too long."

Splinter said nothing. He was disappointed, but he still had her touching him. What was another hour of waiting, or even two, at his age? Her hands and the water felt good enough.

Irma dipped the sponge back into the bucket and really went to it. She started with his chest, as the most obvious, and scrubbed through his short fur well. Her fingers found surprisingly well toned muscles underneath. She'd never realized how buff the old rat was with his pelt hiding much of it. He was in great shape.

"You really do work out a lot, don't you?" The woman sounded impressed.

"Erm... It would be difficult not to, living with my four turtles." Splinter pushed his chest out, hoping to impress her more, though she was already rubbing both hands over him. "I do the workouts with them in order to train them. It is good for the body."

"Very good..." Irma traced his tight abdominals.

Age had diminished them a bit, but they were still there, not washboard abs, but still enough to feel. She scrubbed down his left leg and over his surprisingly cute pink foot, then did the same with the other leg. Washing Splinter was turning out as erotic for her as pleasuring him had been.

Splinter found it enjoyable, too. Irma was much better at washing him than his sons were. He didn't mind giving up the sex play for it. Having her lifting his back to get underneath hurt pretty badly, though. It hurt worse when she insisted on rolling him onto his side to scrub his buttocks.

"Just your beautiful balls left, Master Splinter." She got up and changed the water to a fresh batch of soap and water, hotter with antibacterial soap instead of regular. "I needed clean water for this part."

He closed his eyes for it. Her touch was gentle on them but she scrubbed rapidly with a soft bristled brush instead of the sponge. The short fuzz on his pouch disappeared in the lather letting him feel a unique fizzy sensation of the many bubbles popping all over his balls. Combined with her free hand massaging them, it was wonderfully relaxing.

Irma scrubbed all around her lover's genitals. She took far longer than needed to wash over Splinter's large scrotum and she was sure he didn't mind that. Feeling the two bulky testicles inside had her own groin moist. The men from her videos were nothing compared to her handsome rat. A couple came close to him in size when inflated, but he was still bigger.

Irma scrubbed into the gap between his balls at the base of his sack. How big would he really get with four gallons going in? That was so much water to fatten them up with. Would he even be able to move? She let out a quiet squeal, soon she'd find out.

After another few strokes all the way around and even up his ass crease, she changed the towels and rinsed him off with several teapots of warm water poured over him which ran into a waiting bucket on the floor. "There, just have to dry you off and we can get going on that infusion."

Toweling him dry proved just as fun as washing him had been. It lasted almost as long, too, with his fur holding the moisture. Splinter was rather sad when she stopped. Irma was just excited. She washed her hands again and dug out the gear.

It took her a couple minutes to drag her coat rack over and hang the two heavy saline bags from it. With each bag slightly bigger than his scrotum, they were wobbly and awkward to lift up for her. The holes in the top stretched out under the weight inside, but held.

Splinter watched in fascination as Irma put on gloves, cleaned the nozzles, and attached the two tubes and needles. He hadn't realized how much work such a fetish would be, despite seeing it in action the night before. He also wasn't sure how so much water was going to fit inside his body. Four gallons was quite a lot of water.

"Oh, my hands are shaking, Master Splinter." Irma held them up to see, with the needles held in each gloved hand. "Hehe, you're going to look amazing!" She took a deep calming breath as she sat down next to him. "I'll get them steady before I start, though. I don't want to mess it up and hurt you."

It took her several breaths before her hands felt steady enough and another long sigh before she felt ready. Irma gave him a quick scrub with alcohol around the top right side of his sack just a couple inches below his penis, then carefully pushed in the first already leaking needle. She ignored his pained grunt and very gently let go once it was deep enough. The other needle followed into the left side just the same.

Irma looked at him in concern. "There... how's that? Does it hurt at all?"

"It stung going in, however I barely feel it now." He sounded surprised at the lack of pain. There was definitely a feeling of pressure, but it was not exactly painful. "It feels... different."

"Oh, good. I didn't mess up then. Had it hurt I'd have stopped it would have had to re-seat them. I hate seeing that in videos." The woman stood to check the bags and was glad to see the level inside each was very slowly going down while Splinter's large pouch was showing swelling at the bottom. "I had the bags warmed on the way over, they should be close to body temperature right now. That way your body barely notices the saline entering. Oh, and it lets your skin loosen and stretch better, too. Isn't that neat? I just love watching them swell. Hey, that's right! I should be recording this!"

"Irma!" Splinter called after her when she ran away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to be recorded. If she showed it to other people, they may try to find him. She came back with the camera already recording, though, so it was too late, anyway. The old rat squeezed his legs around his balls instead of asking her to stop. "I can feel them getting heavier."

"They look bigger, too, but it'll be a while before this is finished. Even a normal sized infusion takes twenty minutes to an hour." She set the camera down on its tripod, aimed it, and cupped her lover's filling sack. "It's worth it though. Wow, they feel really sloshy at the bottom already. I can tell where the water level is, that's so cool. They really do feel heavier than yesterday."

Splinter closed his eyes at that. Her hands massaging him down there made him feel the infusion more easily. Saline shifted around both testicles in an odd, though not unpleasant way. He could see it feeling good, though it was more odd than sexual so far, if he ignored her hands, anyway. Which he didn't want to do, her soft skin on his was a very arousing sensation.

Splinter tried to think of something to say, but his thoughts just drifted back to her bare body and enjoying her fingers squeezing around his balls. She had been so good to him already and she'd even wanted to make love with him. The old rat smiled, he could learn to enjoy infusions for that. It wasn't bad and the rewards were more than worth an hour or so wait before hand.

Irma looked up at the bags, barely a quarter of the way through both and he was huge. The bottom had rounded out significantly while the top portion was only looking chubby. She cupped his balls every minute, needing to feel the added weight and tautness of his skin. Her pussy was burning with anticipation of feeling him fully swollen, just for her.

Irma surprised him by kissing his stiff cocktip. "Thank you for doing this, Splinter. It's been a fantasy of mine for a couple years now. I'm finally getting to see a guy do it in person and get to feel it all swollen too."

"Erm... I am happy to help, Irma." He pushed himself up to try and look. His back only twinged a little in warning. "It certainly does look a bit bigger, doesn't it?"

Irma pulled out a ruler and held it up to his sack. "You're over twelve inches wide now and we're not even halfway through."

"It feels heavy already." He lay back on the couch. "Four gallons of water weights over thirty pounds if I recall. I am not sure I can easily drag that much around down there."

"That IS pretty heavy. I didn't think of that." Irma watched him swell further for several seconds, the skin was looking less wrinkled but there was still space left to fill out. "Actually, with your bad back, you can't really move anyway so you won't even have to drag it around." The human woman pat his swollen sack. "Since it should be gone in a few days I don't think you'll even notice it."

Splinter lay back before his spine forced him to. "The timing should work out well, then. I am glad to help you with your fantasy." He smiled and closed his eyes. "You have helped me with my own already. I really can't feel the water flowing in. I can feel the weight, but that is all I feel."

"I did? Um... what was your fantasy? If you don't mind my asking." Irma cupped his balls when he spoke of weight and lifted them up. "And that's good. You're not supposed to feel it, I think. Your body doesn't resist as much if it's close to body temperature."

She pressed her face against him scrotum. Admiring the puffy look and the way the wrinkles were smoothing out. It was already twice as wide as her head and it was certainly taller, too. Mostly his testicles were the same size as they had been with just his sack filling up so far, but they'd swell too as they absorbed the saline. Since his testicles were more oval than a human's and much larger, she could still feel them despite around two gallons of water surrounding them.

He couldn't see her hand dipping between her legs while she nuzzled and kissed them, but he didn't need to. Each touch was easy to feel, even with the growing pressure and weight inside. Irma pressed her breasts to his balls as he opened his mouth to respond and he simply shut it again, happy to wait before answering her. His cock was stiffer than he'd ever remembered. If she hadn't slipped her lips around it and suck it in, Splinter was sure it would have hurt.

He heaved a satisfied sigh and tilted his head to look down at her. "My fantasy is simply to have a woman not be put off by my looks and to have intimate relations with her." Splinter laughed quietly. "It is hard to attract a lover when you are a rat that lives in a sewer, as you may guess."

Irma slipped her mouth off and lay her head on his thigh. "I guess you have it tough, too. Well, I'm enjoying being your fantasy and having you as mine." She kissed his cockroot and down along his scrotum. "All of you. Um, you're squirming, is something wrong?"

Splinter's hips and body twisted to one side, then the other. "My growth seems to be affecting my back. The cushion is sinking under me and I can't keep my spine straight."

"Oh, well, I'll just remove the cushion. It'll let you hang more visibly for the camera, anyway." Irma pulled the cushion out from under his legs and balls with a grunt. "Wow, those really ARE getting heavy. It was so cute how they moved with the cushion though. Er, sorry, I couldn't catch them before the hit the couch underneath, though."

The rat had a look of pain on his face from where his heavy nuts had slapped into the hard spring board below, but the water had cushioned much of the impact. After a several seconds he stopped squirming as much. He was much more comfortable after Irma set some books near the arm for him to rest his feet on. It looked strange, but his back was flat again and he sighed in relief.

"You're making progress, Splinter. You've got around two and a half gallons in there so far." The woman squeezed his firmer pouch again, humming in pleasure. "It's almost a beach ball."

She got up and made sure the camera had a good view, then repositioned it for better view. With it aimed right between his legs over the edge of the couch, Irma crouched down next to him and took his erection in her mouth again. He sighed in relieved pleasure and she again guided his tail into her again very wet pussy.

Splinter took a long deep breath, glad she wasn't just giving him a hand job. The wet heat of her mouth was wonderful around his shaft. He turned his head to watch her body as well as her head. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her shallow breathing but his attention focused his tail sinking repeatedly into her body. Irma's body clenched down tightly around the eight inches she'd stuffed inside. He again wished he could have another part in there.

Saline slowly filled him while Irma sucked him off. She bobbed her head in time to her hand working his tail. He had to fight his urge to push up into it, fearing the pain it would bring even as he debated whether it would be worth it or not.

Irma ran her hand down along the rat's scrotum and back up to his butt, then back down again a few times. Splinter wasn't really on a cushion down there anymore. The box spring under the couch cushions wouldn't deform under more weight. She pulled her mouth off and gave Splinter's cock one last kiss before standing up. He watched her, mouth open in a surprised pant.

"Is something the matter?"

Irma laughed at his strained voice and she wiggled his tail inside her pussy a few times before pulling it fully out. "Nope! I just thought of something. Now that you aren't supported by that cushion under your balls, I don't have to worry about hurting you if I were to do..." Letting go of his tail, she climbed up onto the couch and carefully straddled his legs. Irma squatted down and thrust her hips forward toward his groin. "THIS... Oh, whoa!" She had to catch herself on the back of the couch before she could land on him as she overbalanced. "Er, I guess that won't really work from the front. Maybe the back. Hang on, let me just turn around."

Splinter watched her with lustful interest. He would have found the situation funny had he not been so aroused and needy. Irma was as awkward as she was pretty to look at while she turned around and squated back down. She had to throw an arm over the back of the couch again as she tried to sit on his erection, but he did manage to slip inside before she threw her other arm over, too and pulled herself back up before accidentally putting her full weight on him.

"Woo, this is harder than I thought. I have to extend back too far. Oh, and I have to be careful of the tubes at the same time. I don't want to tug on those and dislodge the needles."

Need fueled Splinter's thoughts on the problem. "Perhaps you could slip your right foot under the cushion and let the left hang out some. You could scoot much closer that way."

"Huh, that might work. Hang on, I need something under my knees to do that."

It was an agonizing minute while she found something soft yet thin to kneel on, but she quickly slipped back into place and there was only a hint of pain as her foot slipped under the cushion. That pain pushed away when she pushed her rump back and let his cock slip right into her wet welcoming pussy. They both shared a deep Oh of relief at their join. Neither noticed the saline bags nearly fully deflated, nor the tautness of Splinter's sack. The needles and tubes letting the last of the fluid drain in flattened against his body, equally ignored by the needy pair.

Irma rocked side to side to feel the rat dick inside and Splinter could only grunt in response. She put too much weight on him as she did it, which only made him groan as well. After a few seconds of savoring his presence within, the human woman lifted herself back up and sank right back down.

Irma took nearly a minute to build up a steady rhythm riding his cock and Splinter took just as long to stop seeing stars from it. She aggravated his back every couple thrusts, but there was nothing that would have made him tell her to stop. It felt as good as it did bad and the weight of his nearly filled scrotum only added to that exotic mix.

His hips bounced up with Irma's thrusts and he felt the weight of his own flesh resist that movement each time. The skin stretched a little, but it was already tightly stretched with little slack left. It anchored him to the couch and made him wonder just how big his balls and pouch had swollen.

Irma was soon distracted by them, too. With the excitement of taking her sexy old rat in, she hadn't noticed their continued growth until her rutting faster brought the inner back of her thighs bumping against them. It took her a few more bumps to realize what she was bumping, but they made her even hotter when she looked to them. She couldn't resist running her hands over them in addition to brushing against them with her legs.

"You're almost full, Splinter! They're so beautiful and swollen... So BIG!"

Her loving squeezes didn't slow her hips rising and falling over his groin, though her thighs burning with the strain soon did. She pressed against the two balls bulging from within, then drummed gently on the tight scrotal skin. It wasn't as tight as a drum, even with four gallons filling it, but it was still tight. Her eyes were wide with pleasure at the sight while her cheeks and whole body were flushed with intense lust.

Splinter lifted a hand to run down her back and he smiled when she arched her back in surprise at the sudden touch. He managed to use both arms without too much pain, but he couldn't reach around to her front. The rat had to make do massaging her buttocks and sides instead, which he did gladly in response to the pleasure of her vagina clenching so perfectly around his own needy part.

"All of it's in now, Splinter." Her voice sounded deep with awe and pleasure. "Four gallons. You took four gallons!" Irma rocked her hips to grind his short soft rodent fur against her buttocks and vulva. "And you are so, nnnn, huge." She looked back over her shoulder at him. "I really want to stop and just bury my face against them, but I don't want to stop this yet, either."

"You have my full permission to enjoy them as you like afterward, Irma!"

The human woman giggled and clenched her pussy hard around him. "I'll take you up on that you know!"

Irma let go of his balls for better balance. Her hips moved again, doing all the work he couldn't do, and they shared the intimacy in near silence with just her grunts and his groans and gasps to express their joy. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She couldn't take her eyes off part of him.

His toe claws dug into the couch's arm. The pleasure pushed his pain away entirely and he managed to thrust hips up to meet her hips on their way down. She let out a squeak of surprise, he let out a gurgle of release from his throat and several spurts of cum from his cock.

His lover panted for breath above him and held still. Feeling him squirting inside her. In her pussy was much better than in her mouth with a hint of pressure mixing with that subtle heat and thick presence within. Those were all missing when it was just on her tongue.

He felt like a human man inside during climax, despite the difference in cock shape, but there was much more heat to his seed and she liked to think he was making more of it. Irma looked up at the ceiling and smiled. Soon he really would make a lot more when his body absorbed more of that saline. Splinter would be squirting a LOT, though more watery than usual. She looked forward to that almost more than her own impending orgasm. Almost, it couldn't feel better than being with him during his first infusion with him so needy for her and she for him.

Her lover lay back, panting. The pain still hadn't returned and he could focus on feeling her body climax above and around him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so satisfied. Even the night before wasn't as enjoyable. His hands rested on her hips as the pleasure continued for them both, only slightly diminished from its peak.

Irma's body clenched vigorously around his shaft while she rode out her bliss and his thrusts made her sit her weight on him just to be sure he was fully inside. Her back was to him, but Splinter could imagine her breasts rising and falling in time with each breath. He knew her eyes were still locked on his swollen scrotum, but he hoped she was enjoying him for more than just that. A glance back from her flushed face to his made him push himself up and hug her from behind, even giving her neck a loving kiss. Definitely more than just his balls.

"Wow. I haven't had a lover for a long time. That was... really good." She was breathless as she spoke, both from exertion and excitement. "I'm glad your sons didn't ask permission first."

"As am I, Irma. As am I." Splinter let didn't resist her guiding his hands to her breasts and fondly held them. "I can live with a hurt back and some embarrassment if this is my reward for it."

"Hee, good to know. Should I ask Michelangelo to do it again next month?" Irma ground her hips playfully down onto his, making him groan. She quickly eased up and pulled off him to help the old rat back down. "Oh! Sorry! You were so enthusiastic a the end I forgot!"

Splinter lay still and smiled. "There's nothing to be sorry for. I enjoyed it."

Irma squeezed her legs together at a tickling dribble leaking down one. "I guess we should... er, I should clean up, huh? Hey! The bags are all empty, Splinter." She forgot all about cleaning and tugged the needles out after squeezing down both deflated bags to make sure they were fully drained. "You took all four gallons!"

Irma knelt by his couch and pressed her cheek to his swollen lightly fuzzed pouch. "Mmm, really plump and tight. They sound hollow when I tap on them. That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. It feels... different. I'm not used to feeling much of anything down there."

"I think you'll like feeling it when you are up and walking around. The guys on the forum all brag about how much more they feel there from the weight and the size rubbing against their thighs. I sure would like to see you walking around with them right now." Irma kissed his sack, once over each testicle still just visibly outlined through the taut skin. "But I would be too spent to really enjoy it so it's just as well you can't. I can't believe how big you are now. It's like a beach ball down there, well, a beachball squeezed at the top to make the bottom bigger."

"They are really that big?" Splinter pushed himself up, ignoring the spike in pain in his spine so he could see himself. The dip in the couch prevented him from seeing all of himself, but he could see enough. They weren't quite as big as a beach ball, but they were certainly as large as a basketball at the bottom. When he dropped back he took a deep breath. "That will take some getting used to."

Irma hugged them, then scooted over to kiss his muzzle. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do. I think I need a shower for now, though. I'll clean you up when I'm done." She paused at the doorway to the bathroom and looked back. "They don't look as tightly swollen as the guys on the videos, you know. I bet you could take a fair bit more." Her cheeks flushed. "Maybe I could take some if you wanted. I've never tried it myself but it looks really good on you."

Splinter opened his mouth to answer, but she'd already hurried in and started the shower. He smiled and tried to get comfortable again. The camera was still recording, since she'd been too distracted to turn it off. He looked right at it, propped himself up once more all the way up to give his scrotum a good patting, then flopped back onto the couch to let the ache ease again. Irma deserved that and he hoped she enjoyed watching it again later.

Irma washed him with a soft cloth when she came out. He stiffened at the attention, but neither making use of that renewed erection. Splinter lay still, watching her and she pulled a cover over him to let him have some privacy for the night. It would have been wonderful to have another intimate time with her, but it was also very pleasant for him to just talk when she brought up a random topic and to watch tv with her through the rest of the day. She was gentle with his less interesting needs, but those were politely unmentioned.

"Have a good night, Master Splinter." Irma kissed him again. "I mean Splinter, of course. The master just seems like part of your name after hearing it so many times." She kissed his neck, then chest and belly on her way to his cock. "Mmm... and good night Little Master Splinter and BIG Master Splinters."

Splinter laughed quietly at her kissing and not exactly naming his genitals. "And good night to you, Mistress Irma."

"Mistress... I like that." Irma posed in what she thought was a dominant stance, then touched a finger to her chin. "That doesn't mean I have to wear leather and funny clothes, does it?"

"You do not see ME wearing funny clothing like that, do you?"

"I dunno, there is that robe... I'm just teasing. I hope you feel better tomorrow."

He lay back and closed his eyes. "As do I."

Splinter did feel better after he had slept, other than a powerful need to pee at least. It was desperate enough that he pushed himself up and reached for the nearby bucket. His back didn't send spikes of pain, which was encouraging. It didn't complain too badly when he tried to stand, either.

He grunted at the sudden weight pulling at his groin and even his need to pee was replaced by curiosity at the size of his own scrotum. They were still far larger than they'd ever been. The skin that had been loose with age and rarely wearing anything to support them was pulled taut with the heavy salt water still filling the tissue inside. It was intriguing to him how it felt to have his groin supporting that weight.

Splinter didn't dare stand up right away. He wasn't sure whether the weight would tear anything or not. They certainly LOOKED heavy, though Irma was right. His sack didn't look quite as puffy and ready to burst as the men she'd shown him. He'd never considered how much larger he had been than an average human man.

"That's something for a mutant to be proud of I suppose. Now, to see if I can lift them fully without my back punishing me." Splinter stepped over his hefty scrotum and then stood up. It wasn't as bad as he'd feared with most of their weight still resting on the couch. If he wanted to support them himself, he'd have to step away from it and let them fall.

Bracing himself with hands grasping the top of his sack, he stepped forward and grunted at tugging over thirty pounds of saltwater filled testicles off the couch. Splinter staggered forward when they slipped fully off and crouched immediately in alarm at the weight tugging down. His cords stretched tightly and alarmingly inside while his pouch itself pulling strangely at his groin.

It felt good to be up, but he wasn't sure he could handle the weight at first and stayed squatting to let them rest on the floor for several seconds. Taking another breath to ready himself, the old rat stood up slowly, letting his groin take the load a little at a time. There was strain, but it did not seem so bad with a slow start. Little by little, his legs straightened.

Tension built in his belly and his legs clenched and relaxed constantly until he was fully supporting himself. His infusion had left his testicles hanging down just above his ankles from the swelling inside and stretching above to support them. He had to keep his legs spread further than usual to make room for them.

Splinter took a step forward, then stopped and felt his balls keep swinging a bit longer. "This feels quite strange. At least it does not hurt. Irma was correct." He grabbed the bucket and took care of the again desperate urge. "Ohhhh... That is wonderful... Perhaps I should have waited for Irma before trying to walk. I'm sure she'd have enjoyed watching."

Hands wrapped around his chest and soft breasts pressed to his back. "Yes, you should have. It's ok, I got to watch anyway." Irma nuzzled into his neck from behind. "You look really lovely like this, you know? Er, not that you didn't look lovely without it. You just look, uh, more lovely this way."

"Irma!" Splinter leaned back against her, enjoying her heat and grip. "I hope you slept well."

"Not really. I couldn't stop thinking about you out here. I kept thinking about how you'd feel about what we did yesterday and hope you wouldn't mind the results."

"They are certainly dramatic results, but I can live with it if you like it. So long as I don't try to run, I suspect."

"I got up early to see if you needed to pee. Turns out you did." Irma crouched down, giving his tailbase a kiss and his left buttock a nuzzle on her way down to feel his infused pouch. "So BIG. It's too bad I can't post the video to show the site regulars." She heard him grunt when she pushed from the back to make his balls swing forward. "They're a lot more fun, than those guys, though. Could you walk around for me?"

Splinter smiled and let her push them again. "I can try. My back seems to have eased over night, thankfully."

Irma rocked back and pressed her feet to his sack just as he was walking away. She didn't kick them, just helped give a push. It off balanced him a little from the extra momentum and he had to take a quick step ahead to catch his balance.

"Oh, sorry, Splinter... I was just trying to feel them."

"Erm, that's alright." The rat stood and let them steady before moving again. "They are a bit pendulous, aren't they? Walking with these will take some practice."

Irma put her back to the bottom of the couch and sat naked on the floor to watch. Splinter looked embarrassed at first, which she still wasn't used to seeing from the usually calm and collected rodent, but he gained confidence after several steps. His tail drug about behind him, helping with his balance and getting in the way of her view on and off. She didn't mind, too much. It just made him look unique and covered up his butt.

"I wouldn't mind a tail." Her eyes never left him as he walked around the room bow legged. "It really enhances your butt, you know? Even if it does kind of block my view at times."

"That is good to know." Splinter stopped, let his balls swing, and pulled his tail out of the way for her. "Is this better? I could try holding it."

"Yeah! Makes me think of a fancy guy with a pocket watch from those old time movies."

"I'll assume that is a good thing." He lifted a leg to take a step, then paused and turned around so his rump was facing her fully. "How about this?"

Splinter swung the half of his tail beyond his hand and then swished his hips from side to side. His heavy scrotum was slow to move with the motion, but once the swinging started, it kept going. He had to spread his legs wider for them to have enough room to really move, but Irma's laughter and pleased clapping made him smile and keep at it.

She ran from the room after almost thirty seconds of it, but came back in quickly with her camera. "Keep going, I gotta take a picture!"

Light from the flash illuminated the wall in front of him and splinter looked over his shoulder at her. "Why not just use the video camera?"

"Oh. Well, I wasn't sure if you minded that. I REALLY like that shot though. Hang on, let me get a few seconds of it on the recorder and then I want to see it from the FRONT."

Splinter kept going, worried his back wouldn't like it, but not about to stop. It was surprisingly fun showing off. He'd never had any chance after becoming a rat and had missed flirting almost as much as he'd missed the more intimate activities.

His erection made Irma happy when he turned around. It swung in time to his hips, adding a sexy red accent above the hefty pendulum he had near his ankles. She recorded it fer fifteen or so seconds before crawling over and pressing her face into the center of his fuzzy sack. Their fullness and motion made her face turn left and right with them and she loved it.

"Mmm, I'm really happy you can stand up today, Master Splinter. I'm glad about a lot of things right now." The woman pushed into a kneeling position and let his erection rub down her forehead and trap it against her chin and lips and his belly. "I'd be even more glad if you would put this thing to good use, though."

"I'd be very glad of that too, Irma."

She stood up and kissed him. "Hehe, my bed?"

"Anywhere." He didn't wait for her to question herself as he hurried to her room as fast as he dared move with his swinging sack and climbed onto her bed with her some feet behind enjoying the view.

"You're moving a lot easier already. They aren't too much trouble like that, are they?"

"Not at all, once I got used to them. The weight is rather pleasant, though I worry how it would feel if I had to jump from any height."

Good." Irma nuzzled into his chest as she flopped onto her hands and knees next to him. "I want to feel you in me right now now. On all fours, just like this."

"Any position you like, though if you want to feel them bouncing against you, we'll have to do it on the floor. I'm sinking in too much on the mattress."

"Oh! Yeah, I forgot about that."

She felt him enter when they moved. She felt his balls slap against her thighs once his rhythm got going. His hips made her bounce. His scrotum tugged his groin almost much as her inner hand. They rocked into each other quickly time after time.

He leaned over her as he neared. She came hard feeling his claws gently drag down her sides nearly a minute later. Her pussy leaked her cum down his shaft over his sack as her body tried to squeeze his cum out and it succeeded just as the peak of her orgasm passed.

Splinter stiffened and shot inside. He kept shooting pulse after pulse before it was a solid but weak stream of very watery semen spilling out. The pleasure stayed only a second longer but he felt the heat of his own fluids leaving for another several.

Irma pressed her torso up against his while she enjoyed that filling seed. "A lot of the saline seeps into your prostate somehow and comes out as really runny stuff. I like feeling that in there." She slipped her hands up to hold onto his furry neck. "Mmm, just stay like this until you slip out."

"I wouldn't want to do anything else." Splinter felt the flow stop, but was happy to hold himself inside as he kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I let you give me the infusion. I would not mind doing it again for you."

The woman tilted her face up for a kiss and sighed happily. "I'll bet you can take six gallons."