Pre-Examination [Castration]

Decided to write the castration referenced here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/yhn93y/examination/

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"Everything looks good, Mr. Wilson," Karen said. She wasn't sure if he heard her, but it didn't matter. The six-foot-five freshman linebacker obviously had a perfect bill of health. The nineteen year old's attention was being fully controlled by his hormones, entranced by the other woman in the room.

"Thank you for letting Heather observe a checkup today," Karen added, acknowledging the reason she was being ignored. The target of his open ogling was completely unaware. Heather was a petite young woman with at best a cute face, home-schooled on a remote farm and shy, and seemed oblivious to the men drooling over her. Of course, Chuck's eyes weren't on her face. If Heather was eight inches taller and one-hundred pounds heavier, her breasts would merely be gigantic. On her tiny, skinny frame they were just absurd. That wasn't even the end of it, though.

At first, Karen suspected the woman of purposely flaunting her assets, but soon realized she just didn't know better. Her bras, the largest the big-box store sold, were way too small. The scrubs she had on would have fit loosely on her small frame with C-cups, but Karen mused the girl was probably closer to the other end of the alphabet. The sum total of the two garments meant that there was a massive amount of quivering flesh sticking out above and over Heather's bra, resulting in a prodigious amount of quad-boob. Because the scrubs were so tight, it squished everything together obscenely but also hugged them as if painted on. If the girl so much as breathed there was copious amounts of jiggling and Karen worried if she took too deep a breath the top was just going to burst open.

Though, on the other hand, maybe this could work out. This man's skinny jeans seemed to be similarly stressed, and Karen *was* curious about the scale of the contents. Did they match the rest of his gargantuan size? When she touched his knee to get his attention, Chuck Wilson shook himself and looked at her. "There's one more thing I'd like to do, Mr. Wilson. Heather here needs to practice a testicular exam. If that's okay with you?" Heather squeaked, obviously distraught at having this dropped on her out of nowhere. It *was* true, though.

"Sure," he said in a deep, booming voice. "Do I just take off my pants or is there a little gown for me to wear?" Karen glanced at Heather to see her face turning bright red, and the initial stages of fight-or-flight kicking in. *Interesting.*

"Oh there's no need for that," Karen said with a hint of a smile, "just pull your testicles out through your fly and we can get started. Heather, grab one of those little wheely stools, it'll be a better position to.... Heather?" Heather's eyes were locked on the man's crotch as he stood and lowered his zipper to reach his hand in. Not in anticipation, but in apparent fear. Karen stood up and touched her shoulder to repeat her instructions. Luckily, this put her in a much better position to enjoy the show.

When Chuck fished his balls through the hole, Karen was happy she was proved correct. Yep, they were big alright, filling his hand. When he released his grip, however, a single *massive* testicle was heavily stretching the thin skin of his sack. Chuck then reached in and pulled out its twin, letting it drop as well. The two pool-ball sized testicles hanging six inches away from his body were, if anything, oversized for his frame! Being in a room with two women, one with breasts that could barely be comprehended, Chuck decided to also pull out his dick, which matched the ballsack in sheer immensity.

As he sat down on the chair with his legs spread, Karen gulped. *This must be what men see when they look at Heather,* she thought ruefully. Glancing over at Heather, the woman appeared terrified. *Well, it certainly is intimidating.* Karen motioned her to get started.

Chuck's gaze followed her bouncing and swaying as she rolled her stool over. "Go ahead," Karen commanded, a little too forcefully and breathlessly, since Heather was just sitting there staring blankly. Heather finally reached out, slowly, ever so slowly, and put one hand under each massive ball. Cupping them and raising them slightly, she started rubbing her thumbs across their outsides, whilst rolling them slightly. Looking down at a more than full-bosomed woman fondling his goods, Chuck started to respond.

Right at that moment, Karen got a page. *You have got to be fucking kidding me!* "Continue the exam, Heather, and I'll be back in a moment." Heather nodded, a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead from concentration.

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As Karen walked out of the room to go to the Nurse's Station, Heather felt alone. She'd never even seen a man's stuff before, and here she was touching these things! Still, professionalism. Heather finished feeling up the outer edges of the testicles before her, then moved on to the interior.

Chuck, looking at this busty chick handle his balls as if they were a priceless art exhibit, decided to proposition her. "Hey--," he cut off as his vision went white, expelling all the air from his open mouth in a high pitched wheeze.

Heather had jammed each thumb deeply into the middle of each testicle, and started feeling around for lumps. She could swear there was a lump in each one, deeper than a cursory examination would show, but it appeared to keep moving around. Could cancer move around, try to escape notice? Only a student, Heather couldn't say for sure.

Removing her thumbs, she repositioned the organs in her hands then jammed them in again. Chuck let out a shaking gasp, indicating he was enjoying this massage, which kind of creeped her out. Still, no stopping! She was *going* to find that lump! The things kept wanting to squirm out of her hands, but working at a corn farm helped her grip strength immensely. As one of them almost slipped, she instead opened her fingers into a claw to use them to help grip the slippery orbs. Heather could feel them squishing through her fingers whenever her thumb got closer to that area. His testicles were denser and more solid than her breasts, but still soft enough to get her thumb deep enough to feel inside properly to guarantee his health. She could see the massive hands out of the corner of her eye gripping the chair hard.

She removed her thumbs to once again reposition the testicles. Were they getting softer with each exploration? Probably not, they must have different consistencies on different parts. As Heather continued to slowly move her thumb around again, she was losing heart. Still no lump! Repositioning *again*, she heard an audible crack as she stuck her thumb in deeper this time. At first Heather thought something cracked in the rubbery orbs she was squeezing, but surely a little force couldn't hurt them. Looking over at Chuck's hands on the arm of the chair, she could see the cracks beginning to form in the plastic. Every muscle of his body was tensed and he was covered in sweat. Was he getting off this?

No time for that, though! As she began searching for a new spot so as to not miss a single bit of the interior of each orb, her thumb went over a divot on the hard surface of his left testicle. Where she stuck in thumb in before? That's strange, her breasts always immediately returned to shape when squeezed. *Though, if I was a sneaky cancer, I guess I'd try to hide where someone already searched.*

Heather found a similar indentation on the right, then positioned her thumbs over them. Moving quickly, so she could surprise the lump, she jammed her thumbs in and also increased the gripping of her fingers to prevent the rubbery orbs from moving too much.

Chuck, staring at the ceiling, eyes open as far as they would go with tears streaming down his face, couldn't get enough breath in his mighty lungs to beg the small woman to stop. *I'm sorry for staring at your boobs!* he screamed, but only mentally. *And for getting my dick out! Please! My balls! Your killing my balls!* He could literally feel the thumb moving around, scrambling the inside of his nuts, could *feel* them slowly turning to mush! His arms were completely locked, useless, his body betraying him as it tensed uselessly instead of letting him get the crazy woman off of him.

Heather felt the lump, finally. Tightening her grip even more, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth at the effort, she jammed her thumbs in deeper than ever. Suddenly, with a muffled and wet sound of an explosion, the orbs in her hand were no longer solid. Instead, the skin was *full* of lumps! Shocked, she released her hold on the sack and let it fall. She noticed larger lumps in the scrotum dangling before her. Were they testicles, *surrounded* by lumps? Was it previously actually one *giant* lump grown around these testicles?!

Reaching out, she grabbed the largest of the lumps in his left bag which appeared to be suspended, but it squished in her hand into nothing. Heather was now thoroughly confused, and realized she should probably wait for Karen. Looking up at Chuck's face, she could see he was now sleeping peacefully. *Maybe he climaxed?*

Luckily, Heather didn't have to wait long, as she heard Karen approaching, talking to someone.

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Karen left the nurse, Charles, waiting outside when she entered the office. He was apparently anxious about getting his honey-moon vacation approved, since he waited until the last minute. Confusingly, Chuck was sleeping, and Heather was between his legs. *Wait, did she suck him off...?*

As Karen walked up behind Heather and looked at his prodigious package, something seemed off. Yes, the shape of his testicles weren't *solid* anymore. *What in the world?*

"Heather, move back please." Karen kneeled in front of the giant of a man and reached out and tenderly grabbed his scrotum. The pulpy feeling of the two once-giant balls was unmistakable, as she spent time in the ER and had to deal frequently with the result of a particularly nasty breakup or the aftermath of someone getting too handsy with a soccer player. Though, obviously, there was never this *much* pulp before.

"Why did you rupture his testicles, Heather?"

"What do you mean, I was just looking for lumps."

Karen found that hard to believe. "Why didn't you get me when they popped?!"

"I don't now what you're talking about! He's sleeping quietly, but his scrotum is *full* of lumps! Shouldn't we get a doctor to remove his cancer?"

Karen looked at her in utter disbelief. Suddenly, something clicked. "Heather, have you ever had sex before?"

"No."

"You've never seen a pair of testicles?"

"No!" Heather repeated, obviously getting flustered.

"But didn't you have, like, dogs or cows on the farm?"

"Female ones. Mom said male dogs were gross, and no cows, just corn..." Heather explained, quietly.

*The first manhood she ever saw was this guy's? Jesus, she'll never be satisfied again!* Seeing a teachable moment here, Karen went and opened the door. Grabbing Charles by the arm she drug him into the office. Backwards, so as not to spook him with a ruined ballsack. "Don't turn around, and get your balls out," she commanded him.

"What?!" he squeaked, not looking behind him.

"Heather here needs a quick lesson on testicles, and I luckily have a pair of them available. I'll give you an extra 8 hours of holiday if you do."

Obviously troubled, he never-the-less did as asked. Two average testicles were now hanging out over the fly in his boxer briefs and resting on the lowered hem of his scrubs, looking positively minuscule compared to what was previously in the room. Though, Karen mused, these ones are bigger since they're still actually intact.

"Heather come around here," Karen said.

"I don't know if--" Heather began.

Karen immediately cut her off, getting agitated. "Come around here!" *Why is no one listening today?!*

As Heather come around, jiggling indecently, Karen reached down and grabbed one of the proffered nuts. Charles gasped and stared down in concern at the angry woman's hand now gripping one of his precious testicles just a tad too hard. Hearing the gasp, Karen checked herself and loosened her grip a bit, before starting to feel around the testicle.

"See, like this! You feel around the out side, seeing if it feels lumpy! I have no idea how you could managed to rupture both of that guy's nuts just doing this!"

*Shouldn't have said that,* Karen thought as Charles turned his head to look at her, terror painted on his face.

"Like this?" Heather said, reaching out. Charles again turned, this time following the hand of the just announced castrator as it made its way to his other testicle. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, he moved his hands to protect his precious balls and tried to take a step back.

When he started to move, however, Karen tightened her grip slightly, causing him to pause. "Don't worry! Everyth--"

Heather's fingers reached his testicle and she gripped it lightly between her thumb and index finger. She began to move her thumb over the rubbery orb, using her opposing finger to hold it in place since it was so tiny. Her two digits came together with a *squick* as the testicle exploded unceremoniously, filling his sack with mush. Karen noticed that the woman wasn't even flexing or straining or anything. She just accidentally reduced Charles's manhood by half because she didn't know her own strength. And, Karen supposed, how absolutely fragile the thing in her grip was.

Realizing that she just accidentally did it again, Heather had an embarrassed expression on her face. "Oh, whoops," was all that Karen could think to say. Charles was just silently looking down at his destroyed organ.

Then everything seemed to happen at once.

"But why?!" Charles wailed, betrayed, right before the pain hit him. Screaming in a ridiculously high pitch, he bent violently at the waist and went to fall forward, but was blocked by Heather. Karen had to immediately let go of the young man's single remaining testicle lest she pull it off. He landed face first into the soft flesh covered by her straining scrubs top, causing the fabric to finally give up the ghost.

Heather screamed, too, at feeling someone's face burying itself into the now bare skin of her virgin cleavage. Her back hit the wall and she pushed Charles off of her, then extended a leg to keep him from falling on her again.

From her vantage point to the side, Karen could only watch in slow motion as the fashionable clog, which she recommended, collided with his fragile ballsack. Still trapped by the hem of his scrub bottoms, there was no escape for his manhood. Karen could only assume that whatever unlikely chance of repair remained for his ruptured nut was now completely gone.

She had to hand it to Heather. Apparently her farm upbringing not only gave her superhuman grip strength, but also the ability to lift a man off the ground through his groin.

Unfortunately for the busty woman, though, the shirt shredding itself and the impact of the kick also caused her bra to fly across the room like a missile. Wrestling up armfuls of bouncing and wriggling boobage, she bolted out the door, shrieking incoherently. All eyes were on her as she ran down the hallway, leaving a trail of jealous looks and scrub-covered erections in her wake.

Looking back at Charles, Karen glanced at his crotch, expecting to see a rapidly swelling testicle in need of medical attention. Instead, she saw what was definitely two testicle's worth of pulp. Kneeling between his legs, as he was out cold, she grabbed his ballsack and confirmed her suspicions. "Shit," she said to herself.

From this position, she could also look over and see the absolutely ridiculous amount of nut-pulp filling the other man's monstrous scrotum. *Well, this has been an absolute disaster.*

Sighing, she got up to call for medical assistance for the two men. Sitting down at the desk, she went ahead and started the paperwork. God, how she *hated* paperwork.

Karen was completely oblivious to the open door, and the couple of female nurses coming in to gape at the mush filled bag of their colleague. The women could only stare as they compared his ruined manhood to the other pulpy sack in the room. Sniggering to themselves, they noted there were *pieces of pulp* in there that had to be bigger than Charles's entire testicle! Well, if he still had one remaining, anyway.

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Author's note: I probably got a bit carried away there at the end!