The comparison between your gurgling balls and a gurgling stomach send a sharp stab of concern through your lust-filled body. You may be crazed and insane with perverted pedopleasures, but you're not cruel. You only ever meant for this to be a fun game. More fun for you than Chris, sure, but you fully expected to still have a sweet, sexy little son at the end of this. 

You find yourself wondering what it's like for him in there. You hope it's comfortable, a nice bed of hot, stinky cum. You think of it like a great big gooey hug from Dad, completely enveloped by his hairy sac. 

You can tell that Chris's sexy little wiggles and jiggles are starting to get slower. You're not surprised. It's supposed to be his bed-time right now, and he's had quite the exciting play time tonight. You gently sit down on the floor in front of the mirror, legs spread wide to accommodate your squirming sac. You fish your cock out from your underwear, electing to leave your underwear on so that your nutflesh doesn't spill out too far. 

Inside your sloshing sac, Chris is mildly distraught. Your weird little game had long since become unfun for him, but his time in the shallow pool of cum has been his worst time yet. The thick slime stung at his eyes and clogged his nose, trickling down his little throat and making him gag and choke. The two big testes push into him, hard lumps of flesh that endeavored to push him under the cum's surface and press his arms, legs, and face deeply into the yielding nutflesh. 

Things were starting to be a little better for the boy, though. A full tummy was fooling the boy into thinking he'd had a nice big dinner, although it was full of thick spooge instead of formula. It was warm, too, and you hadn't been too far off when you thought it was like a big hug. Your fresh cum was thick enough that it weighed down on Chris's body a little, starting to soothe him now that his falling energy levels were breaking him out of his cycle of panic. 

His limbs still pressed against the skin of your sac, but at a slower rate. His gurgles turned happier, sounding like thick, cummy versions of his usual giggles and babbles. Hands turn curious and explore the slimy skin stretched above him, your testicles resting in a way that supported his tiny little body, his head just above the cum line. 

You masturbate yourself furiously to his sleepy squirms. They start to fade after a few minutes, the energy for it leaving your son as calms down. Your tongue lolls out and drools saliva down your neck as the handprints get less and less distinct, just little featureless imprints in your scrotum. 

Your balls bubble and gurgle as the movement dies down. You can tell now that they were never hungry, just empty. You were fully committed to keeping them as full as possible now, a whole new world of bliss opening up to you. You keep yourself at the very tip of orgasm for as long as possible, edging your perverted pedopenis until you feel like your entire being is going to explode. 

You reach a shaking hand down to the bottom of your left nut, the last place you saw the impression of his face. Your fingers sink into the goopy skin, finding a gooey lump that memory tells you is just the right size to be your son's soft little head. Your fingers curly around the hard lump, a brawny coo rumbling in your chest as you gave your son a loving headrub through your scrotum. 

Esctatic screams rip out from your throat as your massive testicles seize up, paternalistic affection and mind-numbing lust driving you over the edge. Your inches-big cockslit gaping open and belching up the biggest load the world has ever seen. Powerful jets of cum hit your face like little slaps, bouncing off and flying all over the room. Rope after rope is pumped out from your full balls, splattering yourself and the room behind you. 

A dollop of it lands your nose and drips down onto your tongue. The thick taste of your cum explodes on your tongue, the bitter taste familiar and unchanged from your son swimming around in it. 

You yelp during a particularly hearty pulse sends a big lump up your cock. You grin wide as your cock gives birth to Chris right onto your heaving pecs, an arm automatically coming up to cradle the slimy infant while you continue to milk yourself. 

Minutes later, when the ocean of cum you worked up is painted across the room and your cock is softening back to it's regular size, you open your eyes to take in the gooey mess. Your spent dick gives a little twitch at the sight of your son's crib and toys streaked with a massive amount of cum. It's managed to cover almost the entire nursery, thick white streaks covering everything. 

You look down and almost throw another bone. Chris is completely covered in cum, thick strings of it still falling off his body. Through the pale mess you can just barely make out his peaceful face, relaxed in deep sleep. 

A loving smile tugs at your lips. You give him a big kiss on the forehead, licking the cum off your lips. You get up on shaky feet, transferring Chris into the regular two-handed hold. You pause for a moment as your hand curls around his pert ass, feeling only his skin. It seems your balls had turned his diaper into cum, just like it had to his binky. An interesting note for future experiments.

You carry Chris to the bathroom, intent on cleaning him off before bedtime. You had to think of what it would feel like to have all that cum dry on you. Just before you wash him off, you give in to temptation. You lean down and stick your big head between his chubby thighs, sucking his infantile penis clean and giving it a good lick. Delicious.