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I was always laughing at the fat girls in the office, behind their backs. One day, I was telling the tall, slim big-breasted redhead Gill that another girl, Clarissa, was a human whale.
"How can you say that?" said Gill. "She is!!" I said. "Don't say that about another person," snapped Gill. "It's hard to lose weight." Later that evening, Gill offered me a "special treat" if I stayed after work. I stayed, and Gill came up to me, stroking her big tits. "Like to fuck me?" she asked. "Y-y-y-y-e-e-s!" I said hesitantly, not knowing whether she meant it. She took off her stockings and said, "This is the only way I do it," as she tied me to the chair. She stripped herself naked, revealing a huge, hairy flame-red bush, and masssive, erect breasts. My dick stood to attention, and Gill pulled my trousers down. She stroked my scrotum, saying, "these are really big balls, I'm gonna enjoy this!" Just then, the door opened and Clarissa came in - all 4'10" and 18 stone of her. She had big, saggy boobs and a broad, flat arse. "W-w-w-w-hat's she doing here?!?" I screamed. Gill slapped me across the face. "We're both here to stop you mocking larger women. The punishment will fit the crime." I shuddered as Clarissa started stripping. Her dugs were a wonder to see, but the massive folds of fat were very offputting. "W-w-w-what are you gonna do?" I asked timidly. "We're going to castrate you," said Gill, matter-of-factly. "That way, you'll become fat and you'll understand what poor Clarissa is going through....and what I went through. Oh yes, you guys see my cute arse and my shapely legs, you don't know about the rolls of fat and the rampant cellulite I used to have. Well, I was fat too. And guys took the mickey. well, I grew up on a farm and I learnt how to castrate animals and what it did to them. they become all docile and they gain weight. " At my last office, one of the managers was always teasing me about me being fat. His wife had just left him so I knew he would be horny. I offered him sex and he accepted...any port in a storm. I tied him up, just like I did you. I made him beg, then I cut off his balls. I kept them in a jar, and made him promote me and write me a really good reference, threatening to expose him as a eunuch if he didn't cooperate. I got such a kick out of taking control that I got a grip and lost weight." I whimpered and begged them to spare my balls. But Clarissa just slapped me hard across the face. "We're not gonna gag you," Clarissa said. "The office is empty and no one will hear you. Scream as much as you like, because your castration will hurt like hell." Gill reached inside her bag, and pulled out a scalpel. Taking a firm grip of my scrotum, she sliced it open across the line, leaving my balls hanging out on either side. I screamed loudly. "You do this," she said, handing the scalpel to Clarissa. Clarissa stardd lovingly into Gill's eyes as she took the scalpel. "Prepare to be a eunuch!" she snapped as she sliced my balls off, one by one. This time I screasmed to wake the dead Gill put my severed balls in a sample jar, with my name and the date on it. They then patched me up and released me. I stared at them as they put their clothes on again.....their nakedness seemed to do nothing for me. Months later, everything has changed. I now weigh 20 stone, and I no longer ogle skinny women or mock fat ones. I now have the fattest arse, the biggest belly,the flabbiest thights and the saggiest tits inthe office. AND Clarissa so got off on castrating me that she's pulled herself together, lost weight and come out.She and Gill are having a commitment ceremony this weekend. They kiss and fondle in front of me and I feel no stirring from the limp noodle that was my penis. All I feel is a gaping emptiness where my balls used to be.
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