Lizzie’s boyfriend, who was soon to be both her ex-boyfriend and an ex-boy, was holding his swelling ball and cursing her from the backseat as she drove him to the hospital. When she ruptured his right nut with a powerful, well-aimed kick, she hadn’t had time to enjoy it. At first, she was too angry about finding out he had been cheating to think before she kicked him. Then, she had been too worried that he would report it to the cops as assault to enjoy what she had done. But now, with him yelling that she broken his balls and calling her a bitch, she couldn’t help but smile with a deep sense of pleasure.

When they got to the hospital, she barely made eye contact with anyone for fear that they would ask questions and blame her. Quickly he was whisked off to surgery, and she was left to sit in the waiting room.

The nurse who had checked him in cautiously made her way over to Lizzie. “Hi”, she smiled, “I’m Jill... are you his girlfriend... or wife?”

“I’m his girlfriend” Lizzie answered, unable to mask her annoyance. Jill laughed nervously and asked: “And did you kick him?”

Lizzie couldn’t hide the smile as she said yes. “Don’t worry,” said Jill, “we see things like this all the time. Cheating?”

“Yeah”

“Well,” Jill said, “If it makes you feel better, you ruptured his right ball. They will probably be able to save it, but there is about a 40% chance that you turned him into a half-eunuch.”

Jill could see Lizzie flush with excitement at this and knew that she had read the situation correctly, so she went on: “In situations like this, I like to make sure wives and girlfriends don’t miss out on something they might... ummm... enjoy. When I was checking him in, I had him sign a blank medical power of attorney form. If you fill your information in here and then fill out this request form... then, if they are unable to save the testicle, it will be preserved in a jar for you. You can pick it up at my desk after. Only a 40% chance... but, if you want...”

Lizzie was already filling out the forms.

She had barely finished and returned them to Jill, when a tall, blonde woman in scrubs approached her: “Hello, I’m Doctor Smith,” she said, “I’m operating on your boyfriend. He is under light anesthetic right now and so cannot make a medical decision. I understand that he designated you with power of attorney, is that right?”

Lizzie became worried for a second that she would be caught, but responded simply, “Yes.”

“This is a tricky injury. The testicle is badly damaged. Even if we repair it, it will always be partially herniated and cause constant low-level pain. The other option is to remove it, which will cut his fertility drastically. And, well, you know how men are; he will probably have to overcome feelings of emasculation.”

“Cut it off” Lizzie said without hesitation.

“Are you sure,” Dr. Smith asked, a little stunned.

“Cut it off” Lizzie said again, then added with a broad smile, “it is what he’d want.”

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Lizzie was daydreaming about how her soon-to-be ex would now go through life knowing that he lost half his manhood because of the choice of a girlfriend he’d cheated on. Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Jill gesturing her to come to the desk.

Jill’s cheeks were flush with almost as much excitement as Lizzie when she revealed the jar with the remains of a nut floating in it.

“Wow,” Lizzie said, “it looks so much smaller like that.” The swelling was gone now, and the rupture was clearly visible. For the first of many times, Lizzie looked at it with a sense of accomplishment. “I wish I could see what he looks like without it,” she sighed. 

“Come on back, I’ll show you,” said Jill. “He’ll be asleep for a while now... I had the anesthesiologist increase the dose because he started to struggle and try to take off the mask while Dr. Smith was explaining to him that she was about to remove his right testicle because you said to!” The two girls couldn’t contain their laughter at that.

In the recovery room, Lizzie pulled back the bandages and brushed his limp cock out of the way to admire the sac, which looked comically wrong with only one nut in it.

Lizzie started to feel the remaining nut, smaller than the one in the jar, smooth and defenseless between her fingers.

“I wonder what it will be like for him,” she mused, tugging his one nut to the end of the bag, “I wonder what he’ll tell future girlfriends?”

“Are you going to break up now?” Jill asked. And Lizzie realized she hadn’t mentioned that to Jill.

“Yeah,” Lizzie said putting pressure on her ex’s ball in a way that she knew would make him jump and squirm away if he were conscious, “I can’t go back to a guy who cheated.”

Jill nodded, understandingly.

She bounced the ball up and down in her hand, feeling its weight only slightly heavier than a cherry. “I wonder if this will be enough for him to have kids?” she said thoughtfully.

“Do you think he should?” asked Jill.

“I don’t know, probably not,” answered Lizzie.

“Well, then we can fix that!” Jill chimed pleasantly, “sometimes, after an... ummm... accident like he had, one ball will seem fine, but a micro-fissure will have formed that sometimes opens into a rupture, for example if the patient rolls onto it after surgery. Just give it a little hand!”

Lizzie clamped the unguarded nut between her thumb and the joint of her index finger and applied more and more pressure. She was fascinated by how much it could take, bulging between her fingers but staying whole, like an impossible grape.

She shifted to using both hands, pressing with all her force. Until, finally, which a satisfying *squish* her thumb and index finger came together and what had been solid between them was now a slippery goo.

She walked out to wait for her second trophy to appear for her, neatly packed in a little jar.