Addicted to Busting - Prologue [Credits to PsychoFood]

*Some time ago, an idea was posted by PsychoFood about pheromones being emitted from ballbusting, making females orgasm. It was one of the best ideas I had seen in a very long time, and I was really hoping that someone would write a story about it. But, as time passed and it didn't happen, I simply decided to give it a try myself. Input of any kind including grammar is welcome. But, without further ado, here is the first installment.*


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Addicted to Busting - Prologue


”Can anyone tell my when the Great Blessing started?”
Jake wasn’t really paying attention. Ms Ford was a feminist, through and through. Those were mainly the people who called it the Blessing. To half of the population, give or take, what was more commonly known as the Curse, was a nuisance to say the least.
Lina, a generally quiet but smart girl, raised her hand quickly. Hand-raising might seem childish at that age to most, but she didn’t seem to care.
Ms Ford panned the classroom, and was pleased to see that at least a third of the class was eager to answer her question.
”Yes, miss Scott?”
Jake tried to keep his eyes off of Lina, but failed for a moment, the sunlight reflecting in her red hair. She caught him looking, and smirked at her classmate before continuing.
”The Great Blessing, or, as it it also known, the Curse of Man happened on November 17th 2023. Exactly what caused it is still being debated, but everything from lab leak to extra-terristrial virus-strains or even magic has been suggested.”
Pride radiated from the gender studies teacher, as she nodded at Lina.
”Very well, miss Scott. As a firm non-beliver in magic, I, myself, lean towards radiation causing changes in the strcture of both male and female pheromones. But, I rather leave the science to the science-eggheads. She glances at Paul, who, by most accords was a science-egghead, and now got to stand example.
”Most of you are already aware of the consequences which this brought upon the world, either from experience or talking to others, but, since I’m only permitted to talk to you about this now, that you are of legal age and...”
This was simply too good a moment to pass up. Lina leaned to her left and planted a clenched fist in Paul Mason’s crotch. He exhasped air and doubled over, with Lina fluidly removing her arm before his torso would lock it against his thigh.
Her teacher was about to reprimand her, but, as Ms Ford opened her mouth, a deep sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, joined by the other female students. Lina herself struggled with keeping her punching hand away from her now slightly moist knickers, underneath her green skirt.
Jake, on the other hand, was simply keeping a low profile. He was only there because the class was compulsory, and the mere presence of Ms Ford made him feel unease.
For about half a minute, the room was silent, apart from the whimping of Paul and the the slight sounds of sympathy from fellow male students.
Then, their teacher suddenly adjusted her hair slightly by moving a lock of auburn out of her forhead.
”Miss Scott...You know very well that you are never allowed to hurt boys. Their beans are very sensitive, however..hmm...goood reasons one might have for doing so” a smile flashed by her face, before returning to a professional composure once again.
”Being an egg-head, he is unlikely to have a girlfriend to protect him anytime soon and his reflexes are obviouslly too slow, despite the self-defence training. We will all...I mean, you will all have to control yourselves.”
The class laughs at this. Egghead was, these day, not only a derogatory term for a brainy person but also used for a male who could provide little more to a woman than his testicular pheromones.
”However” she turned her eyes to Paul ”did you not take your pills, Paul?” She didn’t even notice herself switching to using his first name.
He looked at, face contored.
”I did, Ms...” He paused for a wince.”...Ford. The doctor says I simply produce more of it than usual”.
Something predatory, which she did nothing to hide, turned her eyes gleaming.
”I see. So it wasn’t really miss Scott’s fault then, was it?”.
Jake rolled his eyes at this. The victim-blaming was getting rather old, by now. Luckily for him, their teacher was all too focused on his classmate to see Jake's face.
”You will simply have to pay more attention in self-defence class, won’t you, Paul?"
”Yes, Ms Scott” he managed to answer through the pain.
”And your mommy can’t very well be there to protect your beans all the time, now can she?”


Sofia Ford, was, however, very aware of the fact that Helena Mason did little to protect her son’s balls. Quite the contrary, actually.




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