Marissa had wanted to join the women’s basketball team for years. The big money of the Men’s Entertainment Network had revolutionised women’s sports throughout the nation. The new rules had allowed Marissa’s big sister the opportunity to a star player several years ago, and Marissa wanted that same experience of minor celebrity and male attention. 

But she wasn’t sure that her tits were big enough. Ever since the Men’s Entertainment Network had effectively bought out the sport, all female basketballers had huge melons – either natural or surgically enhanced. After all, in the modern era, no one would want to watch flat-chested women do anything. Half the fun of women’s basketball was watching the players show off their giant funbags. It was the joy of watching those tits bouncing around with every jump, clearly causing their pretty owners pain, that made women’s basketball so popular.

Desperate to upsize her fuckmelons, Marissa stimulated her tits every day, hoping to help them grow. She thought maybe if she pulled painfully on her nipples each morning and night, her milk would come in, and her breasts would become swollen and large through lactation.

She flirted, too, with the idea of a boobjob, too, and went so far as to start fucking some of her friends for money in order to build up the cash necessary to afford it. It was strange to convert her male platonic friendships into arrangement where boys paid her to use her body however they wanted. It was a little degrading, it was sometimes painful and humiliating, but also after years of watching women in sport treated as sex objects by the modern era of sports coverage, it felt oddly *right* to be used as a cum receptacle by the men in her life.

But in the end, Marissa realised that there was another way onto the team. 

Under the new rules of the sport – designed to create maximum entertainment for men, with no regard to the rights of the players themselves – It was traditional for the winning team in each game to rape the losers in front of the audience. 

This was usually the most popular part of the proceedings for the male audience, and girls who were vicious, sexy and cruel in molesting their opponents could often garner bigger fandoms than the girls who were actually good at playing basketball. 

If Marissa was good enough at victimising other girls, and talented enough at publicly raping them for the enjoyment of men, she might possibly be able to compensate for the disappointing size of her tits.

Her mind made up, Marissa began to cast her eye over her female friends, wondering who she should start to practice with…

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