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"Here comes number 2!" chirped Tula.

"Oh god," croaked Chet.

WHUMP.

With casual glee, down came Tula -- ass-first, her entire body weight slamming down on top of her training partner's watermelon-sized testicles. His naked orbs were immediately flattened under her mighty butt-bomb, crushed into two fleshy pancakes against the hard stone floor.

"Guhhhhhhhh." Chet's eyes went wide and unfocused as his testicles were scrambled yet again, forced to abandon their typical round shape in order to survive the onslaught. Bubbles of nutmeat bulged out desperately from beneath Tula's impressive rear end, seeking an escape from the tremendous pressure. "Fuck!" he squeaked quietly, his legs trembling to either side of her as he tried to maintain his composure.

Tula wasn't having it. "Oh come onnnn," she scolded, turning to look back over her shoulder. "Two butt-drops and you're already mewling like a newborn kitten? It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so sad."

"I-I can take it," the male insisted, his voice a strained falsetto.

The black jaguar rolled her eyes. "Sure you can. That's why you lost your last SUDO match in the first round."

It was true -- Chet's last match in the SUDO wrestling league had been quite an embarrassment. The hairless cat prided himself on his wrestling prowess (and on his oversized balls), but his sheep-gal opponent Queen had crushed his nuts so badly in the first few minutes that he had passed out...and involuntarily blown his load all over himself in the process. When the male finally came to, it felt like his 'nads had been run over by a steamroller.

Thankfully, his friend Tallulah -- Tula for short -- was more than happy to help him train for his next fight. The curvy black jaguar already had plenty of experience with punting around Chet's balls for fun, so it was easy to adapt those skills into a more rigorous training routine. Every evening, she helped him toughen up his nuts with a mix of bone-shaking kicks and earth-rattling ass drops. It was hard work, but it was rewarding...and it was a GREAT way for a lady to de-stress.

"...The fight with Queen was different," Chet insisted, grimacing and trying to force the pitch of his voice a bit lower. GOD did his nuts ache.

Tula gave her own rear a healthy_slap_. "Why, cuz Queen's got an even bigger butt than mine?"

The male groaned as Tula wiggled her rump back and forth in his lap -- rearranging his poor balls even further in the process. His hard dick twitched against the crack of her ass. "No, she--"

"Then you should have no problem actually completing your daily training for once." The jaguar began climbing back to her feet. "Now come on, it's time for butt-drop number 3. We're going all the way to 10 today, remember?"

"Nnnggh," gasped Chet, biting back another moan as the female peeled her bare ass off of his flattened ballsac. The feline's massive orbs quickly began to reinflate, igniting a fresh wave of nutpain in his gut. His dick gave another lonely throb.

Tula had absolutely insisted on training in the nude -- "for better accuracy", in her words. After all, how was she supposed to effectively flatten a pair of nuts if she couldn't see exactly where they were? Chet couldn't complain about the view, either. After all, an impressive pair of testicles came with an equally impressive libido, and the horny feline was QUITE turned on by Tula's bare curves, even if she was lowering his sperm count by the minute. He stared at her butt for a moment, imagining how nice it might feel to be pressed up against her body in a less traumatizing way...

"Aaaaaand number 3!"

The male blinked. "Wait, wha--"

WHUMP.

"EEEeeeeeee!" Chet's voice leapt back up into the soprano, his limbs twitching as his genetic material was crushed flat beneath his friend's round rump. After a moment he managed to grab on to Tula's bare thighs, his fingers digging into her fur as if it might somehow reduce the pressure on his trapped and tormented testicles.

"Man, they're REALLY squishy, huh?" The jaguar peered down between her own legs, as though realizing for the first time just how thoroughly Chet's balls had been flattened under her weight. "Hun, for all that you claim to have balls of steel, they're just fucking PANCAKES right now."

"Fuck," Chet wheezed.

"Like, your balls are even bad at being BALLS! They're not even round!" The female shook her head disapprovingly. "I'm just saying."

"Ghhgh." Waves of nausea swept through Chet from head to tail. His body shook as his brain attempted to process the overwhelming amount of nutpain radiating from his flattened ballbag. His poor, flattened gonads felt like they might burst at any moment.

And yet even in the midst of all that agony, his dick trembled eagerly against the curve of Tula's rump, threatening to blast his addled spunk all across her bare backside.

Tula took notice. "...Are you gonna make it past number 4 today?" the jaguar asked skeptically.

"Y-yes," the male stammered unconvincingly, his head swimming.

"...Cuz number 4 is when you blew your load last time."

The feline's raging dick gave another mighty twitch. "N-not this time," he insisted, even as a fresh bead of precum glistened at the tip of his cock.

Tula paused for a long moment...then began climbing back to her feet. "Alright, kitten," she rumbled, amused and clearly unconvinced. "If you say so. Just don't blame me if I pop a nut, alright?"

Chet bit back a whimper as he watched the female prepare for her fourth butt-drop. God, her ass looked nice from this angle. If only she wasn't using it to try to take him out of the gene pool.

"And here comes number 4." The jaguar looked down at her targets, bit her lip...and then hopped into the air. "Hup!"

Chet's ears went flat against his head, his body freezing in fear. Oh fucking fuck, she was JUMPING this time?! With infinite dread, he watched the naked female plummet through the air, her fat ass aimed directly towards his--

WHUMP!

SPLURT!

With a sound that was half roar and half mewl, Chet came explosively, his cock firing off a shot of semen so strong that it arced over Tula's right shoulder and landed halfway across the room. The next several spurts that followed were no less impressive: thick ropes of scrambled kitten batter that thoroughly glazed the female's bare back and left her fur completely soaked.

"FUCK!" yowled the male, finding his words a moment later. His legs shook to either side of the curvy jaguar, his thighs clamping around hers in a futile attempt to pry her off of his flattened nutsack. "My fucking BALLS!"

Tula sighed in disappointment as she felt the feline's thick load splatter across her backside. "UGHHHHH, seriously?!? Dude, we've been doing this training for two weeks and you STILL haven't even made it past the 4th butt-bomb!"

"S-sorry!" the male squealed, one eye twitching. Even now, his flattened testicles continued to pump out their scrambled contents, a few more globs of ballbusted spunk oozing from his rock-hard dick to help ensure that Tula's round rump was thoroughly coated in white. It was agonizing. He looked down at the fat rear planted in his lap -- or more specifically, planted directly on top of his balls -- and let out a long, guttural moan, lamenting his utterly flattened 'nads.

Tula sat there for another long moment, rolling her eyes as she allowed Chet to finish emptying his balls. When he had finally finished, she climbed to her feet once more, semen dripping from her nude body.

"Well, then I guess that's all for butt-busting today." The busty jaguar folded her arms across her chest, looking down at her thoroughly exhausted trainee. "Five minute break, and then we'll move on to nut-kicking?"

Chet balls ached so badly that he could barely comprehend her words -- but even so, he knew the right answer. "S-sure thing," the male wheezed.