Melanie stood in a small circle of girls on the stage of the auditorium. She mostly listened to the others talk, not saying much herself; she didn’t want to be there. Her mother had forced her to go, saying it would be good way for her to make some friends.
Having just turned 18 two weeks ago, Melanie had no friends, none in the country at least. She had left all her closest friends in Europe, when her mother had been transferred back stateside after a six year deployment. Worse still, since she had opted to attend a foreign school instead of the one on the army base, she had returned to the states without her diploma. Now, she was being treated by the American school system as the equivalent of a high school dropout. That’s why she had to attend this wretched academy.
Academics and friends aside, Melanie’s main problem was that she hated her body. It hadn’t always been the way. She was a very cute girl. She had a pretty face, with short black hair and hazel-green eyes. Her skin was light beige and she had some soft freckles on her face. Up until around four months ago, her attractive face had been accompanied by a generally petite frame. Then she had developed breasts.
However, these were no ordinary breast. Her mammary glands had grown until they hung well below her belly button. In a few short months, she had gone from being a slender, 5’ 3” to having a 75QQ bust. She couldn’t help but feel that nature had turned her into a milk cow.
She couldn’t go anywhere without everyone, both men and women, starring at her. She particularly hated the leering looks men gave her. She couldn’t even play sports anymore without her massive jugs smacking her in the face.
On stage now with over two dozen other girls, she felt especially self-conscious. She had done her best to reign in her tits for the evenings activities with a custom made sports-bra, but she still made even the bigger girls there look flat. There was just no way to hide her massive milk balloons.
The other girls in the circle were talking excitedly about the self-defense class scheduled for that evening. Apparently, it was going to be instructed by the mother of the one boy who went to the school. Melanie had seen the boy in the halls once or twice. It seemed weird to her that a boy was even allowed in the otherwise all-girls academy.
“Looks like it’s going to start,” said Tina, a boisterous blonde who Melanie had chatted with a little.
Tina motion over to a tall women walking onto the stage. She was older, but not that old, mid-30’s maybe. She had a pretty face and beautiful, olive skin. The woman also had large breasts, but on her frame they actually seemed to fit; she was gorgeous not freakish.
“Hi, I’m so happy you all could make it,” the woman began. “My name is Eve, and I will be teaching the course this evening.”
The thirty girls on stage murmured back awkward greetings.
“Men, can be pigs,” she started in again. “…Perverted, potentially violent, pigs. This class is meant to train you on how to deal with these animals.”
The girls looked back blankly, not sure how to respond.
“Bobby!” The woman called.
From behind the curtain emerged a short, scrawny boy dressed in a wrestling uniform. The girls all began to giggle. Underneath the uniform, they could make out what looked like some sort of gag-genitals. The fake penis was the size of a Pringles can, and the testicles were at least as big as apples.
“Fake padded testicles,” Tina whispered to Melanie with a chuckle.
“I guess,” Melanie whispered back. “But what’s with the penis? That’s so gross.”
“Symbolizing the horror of rape?” Tina suggested with a smirk. “I certainly wouldn’t want that thing in me.”
The ridiculous boy was now standing beside the woman.
“This is my step-son Bobby.” Eve said, as way of introducing the boy. “He is by far the most perverted piggy you will ever meet.”
The boy's face began to turn red.
“He is going to help me teach the class,” she continued after a moment. “I will show you various ways to hurt a man and you will practice them on him. And, don’t hold back or have any sympathy for him. I promise you, this little pervert here enjoys abuse. Beat him to a pulp; he’ll love it.”
Some of the girls chuckled awkwardly. The boy’s face was now the color of a turnip.
“Well, no reason to waste anymore time. Let’s begin the class.” Upon finishing her sentence, Eve casually turned toward the boy and slugged him across the face. She then drove a second, more powerful fist into the boys gut, causing him to crumple to the floor. Placing a boot on his face, she wrenched his left arm into a painful looking armbar.
“This is what you need to be able to do to any would-be assailant,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“However,” Eve continued, “I am a third degree black belt and Bobby…well, as you can see, Bobby is hardly a prime specimen of masculinity.”
The boy let out a soft groan. Some of the girls began to giggle again.
“I am going to show you a better way to defend yourself against a man,” the woman said as she released her son.
“The techniques I am going to teach you will allow even the smallest girl here to neutralize a male several times her size,” she explained while violently dragging the small boy to his feet by his hair.
Once the boy was on his feet, she walked over a large stage block near the curtains and picked up a thin wooden rod that was resting there. She then strode back over to her step-son, who had assumed a strange position with his hands behind is back, his legs stretched as wide as they could go, and his pelvis thrust out.
“These are the key.” With that she brought the tip of the rod sailing into the boys groin. It connected with the boy’s left mock-testicle making a sharp SNICK sound.
“If you can break these, you can break any man. So tonight, I am going to teach you how to mash, mangle, and mutilate these things.” All the while she spoke, the rod continued its SNICK, SNICK, with the tip alternating between the two jiggling orbs. Melanie couldn’t help but notice that for all the padding down there, some of the impact must still have been going through, because the boy’s eyes were watering.
“Observe!” Eve lowered the rod. She pivoted to face Bobby, shifted her weight onto her right foot, and brought her left up like lightning into the boy’s groin. There was a thunderous clap where leather boot met groin. Whatever protective material the boy was wearing visibly flattened before the onslaught, bulging out on either side of the black boot. The blow was powerful enough to lift the boy several inches into the air. Melanie caught a glimpse of his face mid-flight. His lips were puckered and his eyes closed. He looked like he was in pain, a lot of pain.
The boy’s flight was short lived. He crashed face first back onto the stage and writhed on his stomach like a fish out of water. In the silence that followed, the girls began to whisper to each other; there was excitement in the air.
“So, how does that sound?!” Eve finally asked, breaking the silence. She was answered by a roar of approval. Clearly, many of the girls there were looking forward to mashing some nuts. Melanie herself had never kicked a boy in the balls, so this would be a new experience for her. Truth be told, after watching Eve’s display, she too was kind of excited to send a couple kicks flying into those ridiculous padded-testicles.
Eve grabbed the boy once again by the hair and raised him back to his feet. He was shaking a little. Melanie wasn’t all that surprised, even with protective padding that kick had to hurt.
“Bobby, bring that stage block over here,” Eve ordered. Turning again to her audience, “First, I’d like you to get a little better aquatinted with your…or rather, Bobby’s targets.”
Once the boy had hauled the stage block to the front of the stage he was made to stand on top of it. The girls were told to form a rough line so that might take turns with Bobby. There wasn’t a lot of room on the stage, especially since one side had to be kept clear for a group of girls off stage who were recording the class with a camera on a tripod. The girls shuffled and jostled into an awkward clump of a line. For as excited as they were, no one seemed to want to go first. Finally, a brave girl with curly, brown hair accepted the front position.
Upon Eve’s beckoning, the brunette walked awkwardly to the front of the stage facing Bobby. Standing on the block, Bobby’s “targets” were at the same height as the girls chest.
“What should I do?” She asked meekly.
“Anything you want dear,” was the answer she received.
The girl took hold of the large orbs as best she could, one in each hand, and began to squeeze them gently. Then tug on them. Then squeeze them harder and harder, digging her fingers into the squishy substance. To Melanie’s surprise, this caused the boy’s face to contort in pain.
“They’re so lifelike,” the girl said in amazement to Eve.
“I’m sorry dear?” Eve looked puzzled.
“These fake padded-balls feel almost real.”
“Oh,” Eve responded, with a big smile on her face. “Yes aren’t they, though!”
To Melanie’s right she could hear the girls working the camera chuckling.
The girl stopped her squeezing and began to throw light punches. With her left hand, she worked the boy’s right ball like a speed-bag. Coming upward with her fist, the orb was trapped between the tight spandex and the boy pelvis; the giant nut had no where to go. So, instead of swinging away from the rapid blows, it squished a little with each punch. She worked the ball for several minutes from various angles. This too seemed to cause the boy immense discomfort.
Then she switched over to her right. Pulling her hand back to her shoulder, she tried a couple blows with all her might. The first fist she threw slammed into the bottom of the boys left nut beneath the pelvis, shifting the orb back a little in its spandex restraints. The second squished the top of the same nut flat against the pelvis; this elicited a soft whimper from it’s owner. With the third she cross over slugging his the right orb a good solid blow, compacting it against the boy’s right leg. With the fourth she missed entirely, slamming her fist into the boy’s abdomen.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said apologetically, before throwing another solid punch into the bottom of the boys left nut.
After a couple more minutes, and several dozen solid blows, the girl was done. Sweat dripped from her forehead, although not nearly as much as covered Bobby’s face.
“Very good!” Eve told her as she returned to her place in line. Then to Bobby with a smile, “Rearrange your padding, honey.”
Bobby’s left orb had been shoved back to the point where it was well behind the right. Gingerly, and with a grimace, the boy worked it back next to its twin. Melanie was surprised by the realization that the padded balls weren’t one unit.
Next up was a tall, very skinny blonde. She skipped squeezing the orbs and went right to punches. Firing from the hip, and twisting her wrists in mid-flight, she drove fist after fist into the squishy balls. It looked like something from a Tae-Bo video. She aimed for the bottom of the orbs and drove her fists through her target until they were fully extended just below the boys pelvis.
With each punch, the orbs shook a little and Bobby shook a little. With each solid blow, she shoved the orbs back slightly. The blows were coming in such rapid succession that the orbs soon wound up behind Bobby’s legs. When this happened, Eve simply had the boy turn around and the girl worked the balls back the other direction. Nonstop, back and forth, she worked them. Finally, after nearly ten minutes, the girl bowed out. She must have been in amazing shape, because she didn’t even seem winded. Bobby, on the other hand, was gasping for air.
The next girl was a heavyset blonde with blue eyes. She seemed more nervous than the previous two. She approached cautiously, grabbed the left ball with both hands, and squeezed with what appeared to be all her might. Bobby squeaked like a mouse in a trap.
The girl let up on the ball, smiled uncertainly, and slammed a fist in between the boy’s legs. Her broad knuckles caught the center of both orbs. They squashed beneath the force and Bobby stumbled backwards. Eve gave him a wicked look and he stepped forward again whimpering. Less anxious now, the girl flung a haymaker squarely into the boy’s left nut. Her fist hammered the orb flat against Bobby’s pelvis. Whatever goo was in the orb swelled around the girl’s thick hand.
The girl continued to launch one thunderous punch after another. They weren’t quick like the other girl’s had been. Rather, she lined up each punch, never missing once, each one sinking deep into whatever padding or gel was in the spheres.
“I really like how it feels when my fist sinks into those things,” she said after her last blow. “It just feels so weird.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Eve said with a smile.
Then it was Melanie’s turn. She shuffled up there just as anxious as the last girl. The boy’s mock-balls hung in front of her. She didn’t know what to do. Cautiously, she took hold of his right ball. She knew they were fake, but still it seemed awkward. When she actually laid her hands upon it, it seemed bigger than before, much bigger. Both of her hands together just barely fit around it.
She squeezed a little. She had never felt a real testicle before, so she didn’t know if this one really felt lifelike, but it certainly didn’t feel like padding or gel. It felt like meat. She put one thumb on top of another and pressed into the fleshy substance, pressed as hard as she could. She clenched her teeth, trying to drive her thumbs in just a little deeper. At the same time she tugged the orb away from the boy’s body. Through the orb, she could feel the boy trembling.
Am I causing him pain? She thought to herself. No. I can’t be. These aren’t real.
She let go, and proceeded to sock him one in the same nut. The boy groaned. She hit him again. He groaned again. She hit him a dozen more times.
Is he acting or is he really in pain? He must be acting. She felt guilty, but part of her enjoyed imagining that she was really hurting him.
She decided to try something new. She bent down with her legs and then sprang upward launching an uppercut into the fat, right orb. She could feel her fist drive into the meaty substance. The boy’s whimpering prompted her to do it again. This time her fist sunk in even deeper.
That fat girl was right. This does feel good!
Again and again and again she crushed the orb. Always harder. Her giant tits were flopping wildly with dozens of girls watching, but she didn’t care. She was growing tired, but she didn’t want to stop. With her left arm she hugged Bobby’s right leg for support, as she repeatedly drove her fist upward in a violent pumping motion.
The noises Bobby made were delicious. The whimpers and squeaks, the moans and the groans, they were music to her ears. She pretend he wasn’t acting; she pretend it was real.
One final fist, deep, so deep. She twisted and turned it in the mush, causing the boy to make a yowling noise.
“Thank you.” She whispered to him as she withdrew her knuckles.
“Very impressive!” Eve exclaimed, as Melanie walked back to the line.
Her face was red from the exertion, her breast sore from slapping against her chest.
She felt a little embarrassed when some of the girls, led by Tina, began to clap.
Tina was up next. As she dug her knuckles into the boy’s right ball like a corkscrew, Melanie couldn’t help but notice that the right orb was now much larger than the left. Did I do that? Did I somehow damage the thing? Why would it swell though?
After Tina there was a tall and muscular blonde. She must have played volleyball, because she spent most her time up there slamming her locked fists into the boys groin just like she would bump a ball. As a testament to her strength, several of the blows lifted the boy clean into the air.
Next was a short redhead.
“I…I think I’m hurting him,” she said anxiously after just a few punches.
“Nonsense my dear,” Eve said with a smile. “Bobby is used to his padding being beaten. Here let me show you.”
She had Bobby step down from the stage block. He trembled as he did so. She then hissed something in his ear. The only words Melanie could make out were “stay standing.”
“Look here.” From behind Bobby, with her left foot planted she snapped twenty vicious right kicks off from the knee. She alternated balls, hitting Bobby’s left upward with her toe and his right forward with the arch of her foot. When she was done, the right orb, the size of a small honeydew melon, was near the front of his right leg, whereas it’s compatriot, about the size of a grapefruit, was just underneath his left butt cheek.
The boy was silent the whole time, but tears rolled down his cheeks.
“See,” Eve said. “No normal boy could take this kind of punishment to his balls.”
“Your right,” the girl said sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
“Not at all,” Eve replied. “It was nice to get in a little practice myself.”
As if to make up for her doubt, the little girl was absolutely relentless on the two, giant balls the whole time she was up there.
Following her was the girl with the vicious job. Next there was the squeezer, who must have thought the orbs were stress balls. Then there followed several girls who clearly liked Melanie’s uppercut technique. A couple of them also attempted the volleyball method.
There was one black girl who tried out a particularly nasty technique on Bobby’s left ball. She stood to the right of Bobby with one fist in front of him and one behind. She line up the orb and let fly with both hands. She was a strong girl and, at times, when she did it as hard as she could, it almost appeared as though her fists were meeting in the middle of the mush. She proudly named the technique the “nut cracker”.
Those balls just can’t be real, Melanie thought, as she watched the girl perform her 40th or 50th nut cracker. If they were, that poor boy would be curled up on the ground crying for his mommy. She looked over at Eve, who had an approving smile on her face as she watched on. …Well, some maternal figure at any rate.
The “nut cracker” was definitely a crowd pleaser. Most of the subsequent girls tried it out. Another girl toward end of the line added an elbow to the mix. She reached around Bobby with her left arm and placed her left hand behind his left ball. Then, with her right elbow, she came forward with all her weight behind her. It took the girl some time to perfect it, but by the time her 5 or 6 minutes were up, she was practically flattening that orb with her forearm and Bobby’s eyes were nearly bulging out of his head.
Several girls after her tried the same technique, but couldn’t quite get it to work. The last girl, after throwing a few punches and failing with her elbow, tried something completely different. The tiny, Asian girl grabbed hold of the left orb as best she could (her hands didn’t even come close to fitting around it), dug her fingers as hard as she could, and pull up her legs.
Everyone gasped, as the watched her just hang there from the boy’s ball.
That settles it, thought Melanie. They are fake. Then she looked at the boy’s face and wasn’t quite sure. He had taken his hands from behind his back and looked to be digging his fingers into his skull. His jaw was clenched and his lips pulled back in a horrible grimace. His eyes were shut, but tears flowed out at a constant stream. His whole body was shaking violently.
After what appeared to be forever, but was in reality no more than 5 or 6 seconds, the girl lost her grip and fell on her butt giggling. Losing his balance, Bobby also fell, toppling backwards off the block and onto the stage. He lay there in the fetal position gasping for air.
“I’m sorry,” the girl said looking at her hands. “It think I might have tore his uniform with my nails. I knew I should have trimmed them.”
“That’s ok,” said Eve. “If the uniform is torn, it will just come out of Bobby’s allowance.”
“Let’s see, it’s almost eight o’clock.” Eve continued. “Let’s take a quick break. There are some refreshments over on that table. Let’s resume in 10 minutes, and then we will work on the knee. A sharp, hard, well-placed knee can be critical in overcoming a male assailant. A short break will also give Bobby time to sweep up this stage. I apologize, I didn’t realize how dirty it was when we began.”
The girls began filing off stage towards cookies and punch. Melanie watch as Eve got a broom from behind the curtain and dropped it on Bobby’s prostrate body.
