Girl Power Universe

Girl Power Universe Thread (Pussy Envy)

"This is a semi-repost of a thread from the pussy envy 8chan group that is now gone. Luckily, I found a good amount of it here https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/dawg...ngs-t1991.html and will be reposting some of it and new stuff in this thread as well. If you have any of the content that is now missing, feel free to post it here.

This thread is a sub fetish of a sub fetish, I'm aware. If you don't like it or think it's weird? K... it's still ballbusting and doesn't really have anywhere else to belong."

This thread is about a fantasy universe set in a future where either parasites, environmental chemicals, etc... have caused a significant amount of the population to change sexually. Many of the women are now extremely voluptuous and developed and grow moreso every year, while most of the men are built like oversized man-babies with the exception of their huge, taut, hypersensitive testicles which grow moreso every year. Those affected so much are also hypersexual and have reached "sexual equality" by having the same deep sexual desires between men and women; female domination over male and aesthetic perfection (the female body). Such a situation makes males even more sexually disadvantaged than before in the traditional sense, useless even. Luckily or unluckily, their busted testicles juices have youth retaining, and euphoric properties that can be absorbed through the skin.

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Tim walked into the family room to see his extremely shapely daughter prancing around her older brother, laughing with complete abandon. Poor Peter was writhing and shaking on the floor, convulsing with pain as he held onto his poor, ever vulnerable ball sac.

The even more beta father stopped as his heart jumped and swelled with the sight of Brooke's massive, swollen ass protruding girlishly from her slight frame. Her alphabet conquering boobs bounced and warbled as they exploded out of her top, impelled by her exuberant, sadistic laughter. What a display of womanly estrogen his own daughter was, a juggling mass of intoxicating fat finding pure ecstasy in the testicular misery of men. Like any Girl Power stuffed babe of these days, her femdom derived pleasure grew deeper and stronger everyday. How such arousing to her dad, girls finding such raw hedonism in the inferiority of males. His little worm was lurching like crazy.

"I just can't stop it daddy," Brooke pierced her father with her feminine voice and wide blue eyes, "it's just too much fun busting boys balls." The pleasantly developed vixen turns on the stupified and enamored male, unleashing knowing laughter as she reads his stares at her spandex clad pussy mound, full of jealousy and desire. "Especially," the teasing girl caresses the epicenter of male and female difference as she looks down at his, "when you don't have testicles yourself."

***

Greg clutched at his two searing testicles, elbows fully locked, shoulders rolled forward as he let out a desperate, "Oooooooooooooooo...." like a tea kettle about to explode with his grimacing face turned to the side.

Nicole guffawed at her cousin's absolutely hilarious face and body at that moment. Out of all the girls who liked to bust Greg's balls, she seemed to find the most enjoyment in the most cartoonish of reactions spurned on by a boy's overt nerve centers. Greg's silly worm reeled with the thought of how childish his sexual superior's mind could be, as he peered up through squinted eyes at her inversely hyper-sexual body.

Just as the pressure on the helpless cousin's genitals let up for a few seconds, it seized further up like a thorny vine choking from his balls to his stomach, "Ooohhhaaaahhhhhhyahah...." he let out a strange sound as he wretched. The circus performance was undulating his body and head, looking up at his overjoyed, female sibling in between each wretch.

Cheeks pert, mouth open, Nicole jeered at the always ridiculous reaction of just a single kick to the male testicles, "more... more..... ..... no that's too much!!!....." she teased as if her ballbusted cousin could control any of it. Like the alpha female she was, Nicole loved to laugh, and she loved funny men. They turned her on. To the type of girl she was, flabby bodied Greg and his fragile boy glands were comedic genius and like fire to her loins. "Ooo..." she stopped for a second to rub her spandex clad slit as she stared down at one of the boys in her life built to make her laugh.

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Ashley and Madison caressed, fondled, and bobbled each others lady fat. Both of the blonde girls were fidgeting as they looked excitedly at each other and the two men in their audience. A doctor would think they had both abused some Adderall with the flood of dopamine surging through these two dominant femmes. They always got this drug like reaction from the misery and especially worship of their beta male peers.

"Ooohhh.... uunnngghhh.... ah ah... ooph..." both of the men kept moaning and whimpering out like two grumpy babies, except that they were both pampering their oversized testicles. Occasionally one of the boys would let out a "oh wow.... such juicy thighs" or a "oh god... butts so big...." electrifying the egos and faces of the objects of their worship.

Several pounds of primordial jelly hung off each bronzed babes slender hips, twitching and shivering with the slightest of movements, speaking loudly to the hungry mammalian male brain. "You boys could just come up here and grab this if your balls weren't so weak," Ashley almost heaved her oozing hips up and down with full hands. "Just look at them staring at our jiggly bodies with their baby fat and wiggling baby dicks," the girls snickered as Madison spit venom at the disabled neighborhood boys. "Bet it's frustrating, but you boys can't look away can you?" Ashley challenged as she twerked her legs in and out like a tribal queen, "jiggle, jiggle jiggle." The girls both ate up the frustrated and obsessed looks from boys, turning them on as they ground their heavy lower bodies and thighs into each other's pussies.

The two baby snakes near the ground slithered too, both parties experiencing varying degrees of pleasure. Teased and teasers. Worshippers and worshipped.

***

Justice loved watching Gary try to carry on a normal conversation with her. He would nervously crack several lame, corny jokes at her like many of the soft, shy boys that surrounded her in this town. No matter how unfunny the joke though, the brunette would fake a loud exuberant laugh each time, keeping her bright brown eyes locked on Gary. This last lame joke was no different.

"... You know what you should have called those noodles if they were fake?" the boy could barely maintain eye contact considering the mammoth melons exploding out of their top across the table from him, "Impastas."

The ruler of the conversation ****** herself to chuckle loudly, her mountains bouncing and bobbling in turn. Her monuments of female privilege dance even more wildly as her entertainment grows more genuine, seeing the involuntary leer of lust and paradoxically trepidation. Justice moves to make her males conscience squirm as she catches his eyes for a second, looking down at her own beautiful anatomy and then back up at him. "You always look so nervous and almost scared whenever I see you looking at them," she leaves them uncovered, unashamed, "I know you can't help it, you're a boy. Tell me what about them makes you so nervous."

As expected, Gary's mouth was full of slow stammering, the moments of silence making both parties very aware of the sloppy sounds of his minuscule member enjoying his red-faced embarrassment. The confident girl's resumed laughter wasn't making things any easier for the rightfully shame filled boy.

"It turns me on making boys like you nervous," Justice presses on.

"Well I guess..." Gary's worm could really be heard moving, "you and other girls like you with big... boobs.... always laugh so much whenever you hurt my... balls." Just as Justice feigns covering her "offensive" breasts the awkward boy blurts out, "but I kind of like it."

"I know," the busty vixen presses her foot into the soft, vulnerable, male eggs across from her as she grabs onto one of the unsuspecting male's arms.

"OOOOOOO...." he curls up over the table, grabbing his abused nads with his free hand. Justice roars with a laughter that is very sexy and very genuine. Gary is trembling and squirming as his searing nuts take control of his body. His eyes are glued to the humongous sacs of female flesh pouring out over the table, laughing at his absolute misery along with their owner.

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Kelsey paced about the living room pretending to be think about what she wanted to wear tomorrow. Her frantically twitching and jiggling lower body plopping out of its hardly restrictive "cage" had her older brother suddenly and literally stunned. In no more than ten seconds, Jack's shuckling worm and bulbous softballs ruptured hideously through the fly in his briefs. "Yuck!" she gave out a full-chested laugh at the disgusting beta male genitals.

The defeated boy droves needles into his own body as he looked downward for a second. "She mostly did this to me," he thought as he gazed at his younger sister's tiny, estrogen bloated body as hate quickly gave way to admiration.

The potent and intoxicating powers of the Parasitic sacs swelling from her body, the constant jiggling and shaking of them betafying him was a real turn on. "I mostly did this to you," the victorious girl snickers as she purposefully fidgets with dopamine, her Girl Power never completely resting from its addicting dance. She pictured her brother with a more normal, testosterone flowing body which filled her with despise. Sure, the beta male anatomy was disgusting, yet she loved to see it that way. She loved to see males suffer in that way. "That's the price you pay," she sauntered forward, "you boys all deserve it." She felt a deep yearning in her hips to jiggle more Parasites into her brother's body, to make the male even more pathetic, what an erotic idea.

Even more erotic, she wished to metaphorically milk her brother, so that over time her resulting estrogenic splendor would make him feel even more inferior.

"WHAP!" long, juicy, tanned legs swung out as Kelsey's foot splatted into a sac filled with pink ostrich eggs just asking for it. "AWOOOOHHHH BAAALLLLSS!!!!" the hapless male screamed as his pain sac exploded, shuttling at light speed to the floor. The blonde goddess got just as she wanted, as her poisonous jelly wildly jumbled around from her excitement and laughter.

After more than a few minutes of laughter and teasing, the younger sister plugged her rolling, curled up brother into her ball-less pussy mound via one of his enfeebled hands. Kneeling, twerking her hips, she ground her invulnerable crotch into his groping hand. Driving boys wild with envy really turned modern males on, perhaps even her more so.

"Girls are better than boooys!" Kelsey chanted, cackling with ecstasy as her brothers wriggling ickle dicklet quickly respond with a fountain of offensive sperm. She caressed her estrogen stuffed body aggressively, pleased with the knowledge her body would be even more beautiful soon, even more enviable to her poor brother.

She kept right on laughing and teasing, her brother would be a helpless pile of beta-male flesh for quite a while and she wanted more.

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Tom's miniature penis is dancing frantically as he steps into his younger sister's room. Jessica's instantaneous cringe melts into laughter which melts into a full head tilting yodel.

The beyond silly looking brother had squeezed into one of her tiny pink booty shorts, after being given rare permission by their owner of course. Even while knowing and having experienced the consequences of getting a ball boner in such clothes, he couldn't help but stare at the glamorous giggling tits stuffed into it's top.

Aware of exactly what was going to happen, Jessica quickly scampered up to her ridiculous subject, whisking him to the full length mirror with her. "Look. We match! Brother and sister!" she giggled with glee at the mirror image.

Both girl and boy lower bodies were clad in the same exact shinymetallic, pink shorts. Her brother looked quite unbecoming in such attire, much to her satisfaction. His lumpy spare tire spilling over the shorts all the way around - tummy, love handles... his vulnerable looking testicle bulge growing precariously in the shorts. Jess could tell the nut boner she was mercilessly giving him wasn't mixing well with the obviously made-for-girls shorts as he started to hunch over, whimpering from the building pressure.

"I don't get it. We both have plenty of fat spilling around these itty bitty shorts yet somehow they just look right on me and so.. sooo wrong on you," Tom's sister threw kerosene on the unfair comparison already well under way in his head.

Then she threw on napalm as she sent seismic waves of jello through the creamy flesh consuming her shorts, twerking her hips girlishly. At the same time she playfully poked at the boy's downright revolting paunch. The elder brother's jaw dropped as ball juice rapidly pumped into his stupid, suicidal male organs.

The effects of every spectacular gallon of estrogen were multiplied by every gallon of inferior beta male so vividly compared side by side.

To males like Tom, estrogen wasn't merely female beauty, it was male humiliation. "OH MY BALLS!" the boy suddenly belted out, yelping "balls balls balls...." as he sunk to the floor next to his perfectly standing younger sister. The pressure in his hopeless balls felt like the sound of every church organ key being pressed at once, yet he couldn't stop staring at his superior sister's sexy body and face.

Jessica always found the awkward, ridiculous lust of beta males towards her a real turn on. She loved how perfectly it fit into the downfall of man.

The brunette continued chuckling at her brother who wriggled like a fat worm being stuck right in its middle, wailing like a testicle siren. How perfect to see big brothers obsession with her juicy body demolish his weak boy parts in the most direct way possible.

"Even though it hurts sooo bad, you can't stop looking at me can you?" she giggled with mock pity at her grimacing male sibling. "Well I'd leave to help you, but I was just going to practice dancing in my room for a while."

Boys really aren't designed to wear the same things as girls.

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"Oh my poor boy," Kara cooes with her full, pink lips to her son, Ted. The spandex clad mother had been thoroughly enjoying the latest sitcom with her brief garbed boy next to her.

Like more and more shows in this day and age it contained countless scenes of hapless males getting ballbusted in some way by women, each sporting hundreds of times more sex hormones than all the men on the show combined.

The whole show had the similar bodied red head roaring with laughter the entire time, her titanic tits bristling and bobbling out of her tiny top throughout the duration.

Of course the pasty ginger boy literally drooled, gazing at his mother's boobs most of the way through, sometimes staring at his mom's yoga pants clad pussy mound as one of the girls on the screen mentioned how glad she was to be a girl.

His protruding weakness and twitching dick had exposed themselves long ago. "Aww Teddy's little penis wanted to make mommy's booty and boobies even bigger than the girls on the show and I didn't do a thing to help," her brown eyes smirked mischievously, her princess like face and frame looking like it could belong to his younger sister. "Good thing your mother is here to give her wittle boy what he needs," she straddles the sexually helpless male she created, consuming his dopey face with her milky, soft melons.

She moves his timid hands to the bountiful crest of hip fat bubbling up and over the top of her tight pants as well as her plump, ball-less mound of Venus. The mother chortled at how her fully grown son hungrily groped and inhaled at her fertile fat, worse than starved babies males were. Teddy's ickle dicklet could be heard sloppily jerking around like mad.

"You find all this fat hot don't you?" Kara chirped as her boy nodded quickly. "But you enjoy mommy's girl parts even more because they remind you of how much better us women are right? Like the good little feminist I raised?" again met with a quick head shake and even quicker dick shakes much to the redheads glee. "Well that makes me glad so many of you boys all have this pussy envy fetish these days, it makes a ballbusting feminist mother and wife's job so much easier," Kara sighed with pleasure, "and this body of mine certainly helps. My big, round girl parts showing you how unbelievably vulnerable your sensitive testis can get, and my pussy showing you much better girls are without anything weak down there!"

Ted's tender balls exploded like lightning as shapely, gelatinous upper thigh collided with taut ball sac like a tsunami against an island, each thunderous wave squishing its fragile target. Just as the goddess sent tidal waves of pain into her son's deserving sac of eggs, so too did her jiggly lower body send waves of estrogen crashing up against male hands, boasting of the modern female's sexual potency.

"Aaaaaoooohhhhh.... BAAALLLSSS!" the boy howled, mouth wide open as the sadistic girl let her ample breasts off just a moment before so she could hear the screams that turned every ballbuster on so much. He squeezed instinctively at the cruel, sexy ocean of female jelly which revelled in ball pain with one hand, and the same with the other hand to the unflinching pussy which allowed girls to go all their lives torturing boy's balls without a clue to how it felt in the first place. "Awwww, do you poor ballsies huuurt?" the sadistic mother goes right back into character as she leans over her writhing male child. The tits that nurtured him all his life one way or another broad side the boy. How could any being built so majestically understand the misery of male-hood. Of course all any modern male could respond with after such a testicular assault was with a long clamor of gobbledygook vowels. Every beta-male was permanently stuck as babies to the girls surrounding them in a way.

"Why doesn't mommy kiss you and make you feel better?" she said as Ted looked down at the burning sex organs he was stuck with, organs he couldn't let go of unless ****** they hurt so badly, "no not there! A lady will never put her mouth near those gross things... how disgusting!" The boy's mother grabs her son's wailing face and seals her plump, pink lips around his. He screams into her mouth with testicular agony as she delightedly giggles into his. Even with all the unbearable pain, the aroused male's lips arrest control and hungrily slobber all over the girl's symbols of estrogen.

"Oh boys," Kara cooes and then laughs, "no girl will ever lose control and kiss your lips like that, boy's lips just aren't so sexual like ours are honey. That's okay though, a males job is to give and women receive, as long as we give you permission that is. I bet my little... stud... would feel real lucky if I let him make out with a different set of lips."

Ted didn't hesitate to crane his neck forward to begin passionately making out with the spandex clad slit his mom was pushing forward with her hips. He wanted the beautiful woman to know how sexy her body was, how badly he wished to kiss it, to show her how such a body only deserved pleasure. He wanted her to think about that while she watched him hold his same spot, a spot so ugly and weak it only deserved to be abused by women like her. He knew how just like boys these days all had pussy envy fetishes, girls all had pussy pride fetishes. He knew it was the only way a boy like him could ever arouse a girl like her.

"Tss... tss... tss... tss..." sperm spurted forth from Ted's tiny little penis, over the hands nursing his poor balls. "What a mess! Good thing you have all this jelly around to clean it all up!" Kara laughed, referring to how all the sperm would quickly evaporate into the air and follow into her Girl Power filled body.

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Femdom Bukaki

A ring of a dozen men, all pasty-skinny-fat and low T in their silly whitey tightys, surround a woman. An almost typical, modern, thirty years of excess growth and female hormones MILF, was standing confidently before them in her tiny bikini with a birthday tiara set upon her platinum blonde head. How disgusting, seeing all twelve of the greedy men, with nothing to offer the girl in this way, jerking their little worms with such ferocity. All of them with their nasty male junk ruptured through their fly holes, their massive, hormone addled testicles, pulsating in their taut pink sacs. You would never see a dozen women like her, doing the same towards any of these more and more typical modern males. Such had become truth of the new exaggerated sexual nature of the nu male and female. Women were above and beyond men in this new sex obsessed chapter of human herstory and there was little men could do about it.

One of the men closes in a little too near, drooling, slobbering on his way to the woman's overflowing, bubbly hips and posterior. His petite pecker and his twin spherical tumors lightly press against her smooth, tan skin. Even though male was affronter, his sexless body and dick, his shy demeanor, his tender exposed balls up against the proud, hyperfertile female made his body rather look more bullied than hers. Eyes rolling with a grin, she squares her authoritatively sex filled body to the ballsy male. Suddenly her feminine poise displays itself even more aggressively as her knee shoots up with perfect aim into his asking-for-it man nuggets. The ballbust. In modern society, the male testicles serve more of a purpose being abused than they do traditional sex.

"OOOOHHH!" he screams as her gallons of sex juice splash about upon impact. She turns her head sideways to the rest of the onlookers, smiling as he plummets to the floor, thrashing about with his screaming male burdens.

Such big and sensitive organs serve an advantage in a world filled with chemicals and radiation for the sake of fertility... without testosterone of course, that would be dangerous. That was the official narrative at least.

And suddenly the group of beta males look even more defeated and pathetic, and the woman more proud and superior. The poor male writhes about like a slug on the floor to the infinite amusement all of the most developed women in the world were seemingly now equipped with.

"Sucks to be male," she gives a condescending titter with full lips as the hive of worms agrees in unison. The eleven men standing all stroke their worms as fast as before, though no faster, as all of the most civilized men are so ashamed of their desires to see women up on a pedestal. Though the twitching and gasping of their weird weiners tells a different story than their ineffectual pseudo-alpha behavior. The truth was in the floor confined male. Hands glued to his crotch, eyes glued to the smooth crotch above presenting with no weakness that could so humiliate and torture an individual so easily. His worm strictured, siezed, and wriggled about as much as he did, it in pleasure, him in agony.

"Girlss.... a-a-are so much... better..." one of the men awkwardly blurts out, as his stroking accelerates involuntarily for a moment during his seconds of low-willpower. The goddess saunters towards him, her lady lumps bobbling and plopping every which way. This time, she flicks her foot up into his bulging vulnerabilities, though the results for the man differed little from the first.

Within only a few minutes, all the deserving men, all of the men, are severely disabled and in a worse agony than any girl could ever imagine. All of them from a singular blow, all of them not even close to recovering. Girls can't imagine, girls laugh, as she was, at the sea of groaning male flesh. She had already undergone several orgasms of varying types, her conduits to pleasure smartly embedded within layers of delicious adipose. Yet both male and female shared in the sexual desire for female domination.

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"Oooo-ohhhieee..." Andrew kept his voice as low as possible so as not to let every woman on the adult beach know that his poor testis had just undergone physical contact, even though such a result would align perfectly with his male defeat fetish, unfortunately he was too embarrassed at the moment. How strange males have become, so many in a constant battle with their

"OMG! That was so perfect... how you're whole body just like squiggled from me pressing for a couple seconds on your man glands..." the always deeply bronzed Brianna broke modern female custom by keeping her teasing and cackling down as well, when obviously as a female, she had little to be ashamed of during such moments.

"Oohhh-uh... So unfair...." the fetus induced found himself croaking out as his three year long friend zone turned on her side, broadsiding him with her unnaturally ample yet all biologic curves to him.

How unnatural it was indeed, her body in metallic pink, microkini spandex was an estrogen bloated, spectacular, invulnerable spectacle. His body in a lime green counterpart was the complete opposite however. The whole beach was filled with examples of this modern norm, the female spandex advantage, in a society where such material has become nearly ubiquitous in both genders. Not only does such fashion exaggerate just how much hotter the modern female form is compared to male, but also how much weaker the male is too. Andrew's parasite filled testicle bag was already so taut as to assure most any force was not wasted against it already, making it vulnerable to even the most mild and unlikely accidents. However, with the powers of spandex, this hyper-masculine weakness can be maximized. The testicle-dick-separating spandex bottoms all the ballbusting babes loved to see men in took care of any other 'unwanted' movement. All it took was a nudge or a press against his pathetic man oranges in such a state to have him transformed into a helpless man baby, all the while Brianna's undersized garb only benefited her female body entirely. Every spandex induced indentation of the modern female body merely displayed its hyper-developed, female nature. Every estrogenic valley showed off how many gallons of sex, and how invulnerable to pain girl parts are.

"I spy with my little eye..." she giggled as she moved her platinum locks behind her ear, "text book mom and dad bod!"

Andrew gave out a few more huffs as he turned his body to get the humiliation his crush wanted him to get from the beach. Nothing improved 'girl power goggles' more than holding onto a pair of aching, male only organs. Everywhere he looked he saw crushing female victory. Elementary sex ed burned into his mind how men and women were supposed to look. Men were supposed to be covered in lean muscle, and women with lean and modest curves. However, puberty in the modern world brought no such thing to either sex. Instead, not a single male ab on the beach could be seen, aside from a couple of ironically unaffected gay men. Even the majority not infected with the parasite still were bathing in xeno-estrogens that left men nearly sexless everywhere but their sex drive and balls. The male body had become cringe worthy compared to how it used to be. Meanwhile, not a single pair of under DDs were seen, nor a single pair of hips without at least enough fat to feed a litter of babies. Women were the lucky gender to become hyper sexualized with the contemporary world, each and every one out of their male counterparts league entirely. It was apparent to most any pair of eyes why so many women these days were lesbians, especially the most stacked, gorgeous, more than willing parasite hosts. In a lucky-ish twist for males, the parasites require infected women to get into erotic ballbusting relationships with infected men. Through brain changes, somehow the eyes now yearn to see estrogen overstuffed bodies dominant over the awkward, huge and weak testicled body. Such a devious plot this female elevating organism creates, using the flaws and perfections of the human body.

"Take your time... men should be reminded constantly of how inferior to women you all have become..." Brianna whispered into his ear with her little barbie voice, lightly kissing his back with her rib cage dwarfing, O-cups, sending his already spasming dicklet into a frenzy. "What does a ballbusted boy see? Tell me..." Pure bratty princess voice.

"Ooo.. ballss.." he turned his head as best he could, afraid to roll backwards and overplay his hand, his dick was jolting, "so many girls... so proud... every little move sending your parts bobbling... jiggling... such a combination of youth... and sexual maturity... men everywhere staring... helpless... nothing to offer back... so ugly and awkward... so vulnerable and exposed..."

Both enjoyed the pageant of girls in minute swimsuits walking about the beach, soft asses wobbling with each step, boobs splashing every which way. Women loved how society worshiped their bodies, they loved to shamelessly show off their estrogen stuffed bodies in the skimpiest clothes possible, which society was more than eager to accept.

Girls' full and supple hips and asses twitched and shivered from the slightest change in stance on the volleyball pit before the ball was served. On the sidelines, two men themselves were twitching and shivering, both curled up with hands glued to their junk-divider wrapped testicles. A couple other girls on the sidelines with exceptionally huge, bubbly asses and thighs commented loudly about how glad they were to be girls. They loudly teased how much it would suck to have "nerve sacs" so weak that running into a girl's yielding hip juice rendered them into "disabled slugs".

Out in the distance, a tiny yet juicily built hazel girl had her two hapless boy toys playing Ocean Roshambo along with her. She knelt and chuckled proudly as the oncoming wave hit her female body harmlessly, while both men shuddered as their tender, tightly bound, obviously pre-busted nads hit the moderate force wave. Only a few more waves like that, or one strong wave would have their traitorous testis taking over complete control of their flabby bodies, ******* them to crawl to shore.

A group of girls were laughing loudly at their perverted male friend underwater, who was trying to slyly stare at their beautiful lower bodies. They had already sent "Angela" to swim around from behind and squeeze his balls, a pulse for each girl "perved" on. How modern female, exposing their sex stuffed bodies to the world while punishing men for even just looking at them. The bloated modern testicle was seen as a convenient tool to check any "unwanted" "sexual acts" from men. The equal sex addition to that law was put in place simply to rub it in to men that their sex is inferior.

A blue haired, ivory goddess with massive tits was laughing at just how wildly his "skinny worm thing" jerked around from being allowed to put sunscreen on her small-as-possible, shelf top supported, jugs. How they yield to clumsy male hands, hypnotizing the naturally beta man, who nature has equipped with nothing of the sort.

A red, singlet garbed, barbie lifeguard laughed atop her tower as all three men began crying out for their pathetic balls within seconds of each other, the Roshambo loser's and the submerged perv. "Good thing most boys have so much fat they float these days... So gross... touching guy's desperate bodies..." She then sat back up, her taut waist sitting atop her massively buoyant hips like a throne, and then scanned the beach with satisfaction on her full lips.

The crimson headed, extra-buxom Angela pulled the perverted male along with ease. How powerful the female body was, as a head and shoulders shorter goddess-princess easily pulled the testicle handicapped young man to safety. How humiliating for the male, as any singular incident to his nerve overloaded eggs and the offending girl can afford to be as "nurturing" as she wishes without any fear of any real repercussion.

Suddenly, Brianna got up, and stepped over her friend zone. She giggled along as her tinted smart glasses showed her the rear view of her micro-camera equipped bottoms. Poor Andrew stared at her rear titty domes splashing and bobbling about, shimmering with soft bronze estradiol. In love, as the bubbly flesh only females had, did the "look at me ballbusted boys!" dance. How his attentive dicklet spasmed with pleasure over his hand cradled nads spasming with writhing anguish as he processed her female born freedom to walk with such sexual confidence while his maleness made him into a helpless man slug. "Ohhh.. oh oh ahhhh.... balls..."

"OMG Kelsey! Look at that couple laying out on that peach and magenta towel!" her pert voice rang out to the barbie lifeguard above her, "that's the most ultimate mom bod dad bod I've ever seen."

"That one right?" Kelsey pointed at a couple whose faces looked in their late twenties, yet whose flesh mass told a different story, "I love seeing such obvious beta male - goddess couples. I mean... how else would it work?"

"I know, it's like goals; get as built as her... betafy at least one dude as much as that!" Brianna chuckled, humping her hips, her ass bubbles jiggling for several seconds to the open jaws of any males watching.

The woman must have heard them talking as she suddenly got up as she tugged on her husbands shoulder as he clumsily followed, wary of nudging his sure to be unbelievably sensitive male parts in a peach separator speedo. All worms present obeyed when presented with the unusually spry Italian babe with sassy eyebrows and hips, hands sinking in. Her stilt like legs were sporty at the knees and then were overwhelmed at the top by gobs and gobs of bubbly, silky thigh adipose. Her hip pads bursted up and out, well past her only modest pelvis like an oversized crown. Her enormous, spandex supported ass globes could be seen from any angle. Her round, pert, pussy mound stuck out several inches from it's metallic magenta micro bottom, full of "I have no testicles" energy. Her massive melons burst out in all directions from her matching, triangle-cut top, near perfect spheres competing for space. What a contrast, her soft, silky uber-jugs against her svelte, aristocratic arms and ribcage. Even more contrasting, she had worked her minute midriff hard enough to have a soft six pack, the kind of sporty waist basically no male watching could achieve naturally or without having flabs of fat redistributing in the most grotesque way. Deep, estrogenic canyons of cleavage clearly marked each estrogenic trophy at their overfilled origin. Only a ballbusting bitch obsessed with female superiority for decades could pull off such a body, a body designed to tease modern males. Her bright brown eyes beamed as brightly as her straight, bleached blonde, high ponytail hanging to her hips. She still had plenty of youthful ballbusting mischief, with an extra touch of MILF ruthlessness to her.

Her husband instead looked like an almost pear shaped Michelin Man, with extra saggy moobs, his obvious embarrassment fueling his awkwardly skinny little wiener springing around for all to see. His somewhat muscular arms looked like an attempt to compensate for his unappealing dad bod. In trying to hide his male shame, he only looked more pathetic and exposed with his hips kind of forward, with his cantaloupe sized spheres of male burden jutting out of his pelvis in their spandex shackles to the disgust of all. On top of it all was a still boyishly handsome visaged nerd, the one part of the modern male girls somewhat liked, though ranked below the beautiful female face.

When viewing the two together in frame, there is this constant tension that she will bust his sure to be stupidly sensitive parasite blimps, like during a scene from a horror movie.

"See boys, what some of you have to look forward to looking like?" one girl taunted.

"At least he gets to worship her as much as she lets him," another girl replied.

"I would love to fuck her as much as she would let me!" an inebriated one whistled.

"Looking at these two, I know what I need to keep doing!" the first girl bragged.

"Ya, what a hot, athletic mom bod!" Kelsey teased before laughing, "more than enough girl juice in all the right places to intimidate any straight man, yet still more masculine than men in all the right ways too."

"I know, right?" Brianna played with her long locks, "the male body ages so poorly... Those humongous balls must not make a single drop of testosterone anymore!"

"He still has random adrenal induced male periods like any other infected man, but otherwise we've come to full agreement that testicles are no longer important for making testosterone," the mom bod vixen started pacing circles around her husband, her voice surprisingly high still for her age, even more surprising her dancing, wobbling estrogenic oceans showing off their sheer, full, fatty composition, "instead we agree that the male testis should produce tons of immune boosting sperm, and all the rest of the gland should grow as many nerves as it can handle! Isn't that right hubby?!" She asked her beta who only stammered a bit and gulped.

Finally, the amazon mom bod slammed her soft yet groin swallowing upper thigh as hard as she could into the ready and waiting male eggs of the dad bod, completing their roles. Even after decades together, he was still surprised due to his hapless male oggling of her fertility mimicking, female flesh. That was exactly the sort of beta-ness smart women preferred in their males, so much better than the sexier, but old and nearly obsolete male form.

Most normals, the female supremacy denialists, attempted to ignore the whole spectacle. The parasite infected males stared in awe as all the male hating juice crashed and exploded everywhere in all directions. The alpha females all enjoyed seeing such a beautiful representative of the modern female sex so easily dominate and show off male inferiority so publicly.

"AAAAHHHHHHHOOOHHHHHHHH......... BAAAAHHHHOOOOUHHHWWLLLLLSSS!!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he started flailing about wildly on the towel and into the sand a little, his hands glued ever so lightly to his essential maleness, his pathetic nerve filled testicle sac.

"He's going to be on the ground for at least a couple of hours!" Kelsey couldn't help but giggle with delight as she shouted, "I need to go give him some first aid!"

"That's what happens when you take the modern male to such sexual maturity!" Brianna's buxom body whooped with glee, "you can't blame her for busting such disgusting, exposed, oversized balls! Every cell of female fat on her body is supplying parasites that love nothing more than to see the pathetic modern male transformed into silly, male sex slugs grasping at one of their only vestiges of masculinity!"

The mom bod hooted loudly with supreme amusement at her clumsy, helpless sexual counterpart among the cacophoneous sea of female only laughter, "our marriage vows said we would always agree on the roles of the sexes, I'm only being a good wife! He had his chance to agree! It goes both ways, you could have thighed me as hard as you wished in my pussy... you still could right now!" She proudly waved her currently pleasurable pussy right above the being on the beach that wished he had the body that went along with it the most. In this way, the modern female and modern male psychically hump each other.

Kelsey simply joined the erotic female superiority show, further carpeting the writhing man-worm's view of the world with yet more aggressive female sexual displays; massive, mouthwatering, "nurturing" tits encroaching over him, another clueless pussy mound centered among gallons of sexual power he'd never have. "Wow... I'm so sorry you're a male... I can't believe how badly they must still hurt... I mean... That wouldn't have hurt my pussy at all... We're so different... I have no clue..."

Soon Brianna had a barely recovered Andrew dragged over to the essence of current male/female relationships. "Please Andrew... Tell me you want the dad bod lifestyle as much as I want what she has," the platinum blonde diva pouted her pink glossy lips.

The hapless male's wormlet wiggled at how easily and for how long modern women could lead beta males like him along. Then it whipped into even more of a frenzy at seeing all the clueless jigglage surrounding the male body on a mission to humiliate it's own sex. The parasites within him only made such agony and humiliation worse for him, yet also gave him such a fetish for the sexual defeat of his gender by selfish, hyper-estrogenic women. "I do..." he croaked out.

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