A gooned-out giggle rises from your lips as your ballsac gurgles and glorps. You wiggle your hips faster, making even louder sloshy noises. It reminds you of every wet, sloppy, gungy, slime-soaked fantasy you've ever had. You find yourself oddly turned on by the idea of your balls actually digesting your son. It's like some kind of poetic perversion, a little boy turned back into the virile sperm that made him. Returning to the safe place between your legs, swimming around in your hairy balls. 

You find yourself wondering about the process. You hope it isn't painful. This kind of nasty pedogame should be fun for a boy, not painful. You imagine Chris in a shallow pool of pure cum, the air thick with the pungent stink of it. 

You can tell that Chris's sexy little wiggles and jiggles are starting to get slower. You hope it's just like he's going to sleep. You fish your aching cock out of your underwear, once again leaving the cotton pouch to cradle the precious cargo within. It makes it look sexier, too, more like a fat round ball instead of a distended lump. 

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 beat 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. His body was starting to tingle, too, a pleasant little buzz across his skin that was starting to lull him into a calm. 

His limbs still pressed against the skin of your sac, but at a slower rate. Chris reached a numb hand up to the walls, pushing against it a little before letting his arm fall back against his body, leaving a thicker layer of cum where he pressed, his hand missing some of it's mass. Chris's vocalizations became less screamy and more gurgly, semen starting to flow out from his mouth instead of in as his infant body was slowly turned into cum. 

You masturbate yourself furiously to his dying squirms. They start to fade after a few minutes, the energy for it leaving your son as more and more of him is cumgested. 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 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 chubby little thigh. You give it a gentle squeeze, a goony chuckle rising in your chest as your fingers meet a moment of resistance before they continue through with the gushy sound of squeezing cum. 

Esctatic screams rip out from your throat as your massive testicles seize up, 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, only the barest hint of sweet boy skin dancing in the undertones. 

Minutes later, when the cummified remains of your son are 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. 

A crazed smile cracks your lips as you spy a soggy lump hanging off the edge of the crib. You walk over to it, feet sliding in the cummy floor, and pick up the slime-covered diaper. For whatever reason, it had yet to be turned into cum by your voracious balls. Right in the center was a perfect pool of pure cum. 

You shove your face into the soft center, slurping up the cum pooled within. Delicious.