Too much. That's all that could be said about this Kirlia. Too much. Too much cum. Too much pleasure. Too big. She had taped off the end of her cock, and pushed herself to climax relentlessly. Over, and over, and over. Her balls contracted, large enough to sit on, but trembling as their production threatened to make them even larger were she to slow down. With the tape holding the cum in, her urethra distended, expanded, inflated with sticky Kirlia love. Nowhere else to go but to pool up in that thin chamber, thrust forward by her powerful balls and stopped by just a couple inches of tape. She immediately felt the pain upon the first climax, but couldn't help but keep spewing, spraying, cumming. Trying to release. She wasn't going to take off the tape - it would be forced off by her dick's aching pressure. And pressure was something she was getting more of each second, with her urethra ballooning outwards in front of her. Holding onto what she could, she felt every single spurt of seed gurgling about inside, searching for an exit. She felt every single tinge of pain across the growing expanse of flesh holding in her enormous climaxes. And soon, she felt every single object her spherical mass bumped into during its ascent. Screaming, wailing with every little thing that it touched: blades of grass, mounds of dirt, boulders, trees, houses. With each new bump against her urethra, her balls contracted with a newfound strength, her climaxes growing in intensity as she desperately holds on, telling herself she can't cum just yet. No matter how many times her dick screams at her, even though it hasn't grown an inch itself since she started. No matter just how good it feels to have all that warmness slithering about at the head of her cock, begging for release, pushing against the tape but being held back. Every single little feeling was pushing her to cum more. More. Bigger. Her production intensified too quickly. Her urethra struggled to contain the load inside. Its tautness was not to be underestimated, yet with each new orgasm the Kirlia couldn't help but wonder what her limits were, or if she even had any with how big she already was. Cities were beneath her. Mountains were being scaled. Enough cum filled her urethra to match that of the ocean, and yet more was on its way; each tiny bump in the landscape enough to fuel climax upon climax. The tape held all throughout. Always in reach, always her choice when to stop, but choosing to keep going. She wanted more. It was...too much. But too slow. Much too slow. She buckled her knees down onto her balls, pushing for more. The cum she squeezed out of them was enough to make her scream, pressing down bit by bit as torrents surged into her urethra, filling it with ocean upon ocean each second, and only getting faster. The feeling of multiple mountains crashing into her taut skin, covering cities within seconds, the coldness of the ocean, all of it worked to make her balls produce faster. Faster, faster. By the time her urethra reached the moon with its size, her balls had easily grown to be as large as houses, the backlog piling up. Too slow still. Psychic hands appeared above her gargantuan balls and squeezed them in towards her planetary urethra, desperately trying to get rid of the backlog. But as her meat distended to the size of the sun and her balls had nary shrunk but an inch, she knew it'd be much harder to milk them than she thought. Still, she squeezed on. Pushing, kneading, not letting up, trying to compress those balls with just those psychic hands alone. Climax upon climax built up, wracking the Kirlia's body, and soon she trembled something fierce. Her orgasms never faded or slowed down. Pushing her balls down, down, down in size, she found that the closer she got them to their original size, the more they put out. The feeling of planets and stars and asteroids pushing against her urethra was phenomenal, only matched by how good it felt to squeeze all the cum out of her balls, only to let up for just a second and let them double in size, squeeze out the excess, and double in size again... All in all, she felt that she could still go more. Her cock rumbled loudly in protest, the tape still holding strong, but it was rather red and throbbing with the pressure. It's not like she could stop cumming anytime soon. The universe was quickly filling with her urethral mass, trillions of galaxies of cum spewing from her incessantly productive balls each second. And to think this was all before she got up from bed to start her day. Off to a good start.