As viewership of women’s tennis declined, the Association couldn’t help but notice that the matches that retained the largest audience were the ones between the prettiest players, with the largest breasts.
Desperate to keep advertising dollars rolling in, the Association instituted the D-Cup – a new tournament, carrying the largest prize pool in women’s tennis, open only to players with D-cup breasts or larger. Competitors were required to play with their tits unsupported, and pose for sexy photoshoots to promote the competition.
At first, the top players resisted. But the D-Cup was a huge success. Audiences didn’t care that the girls were less talented – they just wanted to see their tits bounce. The big-titted players went home rich, and sponsorship for the non-sexualised tournaments dried up overnight.
By the next year, every female player who cared about the game had surgically enhanced their tits to meet the requirements. Sure, it hurt to run around a court with their unsupported fuckbags bouncing painfully, but excellence had always demanded suffering. And there was more money in the sport now then there had ever been before.
Soon, the Association announced the E-Cup, and then the F-Cup, and the money followed. New tournaments popped up – ones where the girls were required to play naked; ones where they had heavy weights hung from their nipples by clamps; ones where the competitors 69ed nude to the verge of orgasm before each match and consummated their lust afterwards.
By the time the Association officially started calling the players “Tennis Whores”, and selling the right to rape losing players to those who bought expensive VIP tickets to the match, it was too late for the players to go back. After all, with their new obscenely huge tits, what else were they good for anyway?
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