Male Inflation Novels & Stories

Her voice was soft and sweet but tinged with unmistakable sarcasm. Ingrid was momentarily speechless, then instinctively refuted, "That's not what I meant… It's just that male streamers are pretty rare, and the comments section is always out of control…" "What do you mean by out of control? Ms. Mack, you do understand how attraction works between the sexes, right? You're selling jewelry, so 70% to 80% of your viewers must be women. "What's wrong if women enjoy watching good-looking men? That's perfectly normal. In fact, I watched that live stream, and the comments section was filled with compliments for the male streamers. How is that considered 'out of control'?

"Oh, it wouldn't work for you anyway." "And why not?" "Remember, I was a 20 year old male." "So I'm a 27 year old female, and...?" "For all men, there is one ultimate incentive, and at 20 years old, it's more incentivizing than ever." "What the hell are you talking about," she said, frustrated. "Can't you just tell me?"

These are all comments cursing Millianna. "There's been a lot of jealousy going on these days. The third person no longer knows what shame is, right? They have doubled in number every year. " -One comment on the net reaches 100 likes. "The most blameworthy are the men, they crave the new, think that their wives are not attractive enough, so they go looking for attractive girls outside. Until they receive serious consequences, they kneel down and beg their wives. " -One comment on the net reaches 200 likes.

Indra reminded them, but they didn’t seem interested in her reminder. “You know, if this whole competition thing doesn’t work out, the females would gather a ton…provided they’re open–minded,” Marcel suggested, giving Celia and the other two females that annoying smile of his. “Can’t males sell their bodies?” Celia asked. “That is a possibility, but as you can see, no males are offering services out here, only buying them.” “You should give it a shot. You’d sell well. And you like sleeping around, don’t you? Two females at a time means double the price.”

“So? Is there some rule that says female Postal Inspectors can’t be married? I’d like to prosecute that case,” “Not officially. But as soon as she gets pregnant, she’ll want to stay home and take care of the kids. That’s the way it is,” Alex cut a large piece of steak and chopped on it furiously. “In what century?” Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Rachel, it doesn’t matter what century. The man makes the money, the woman spends it,” Alex took another swallow of his drink. “And takes care of the family,” “Alex, I hope that’s the liquor talking and not how you really feel,” Rachel instinctively backed away from him.

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

“Nothing wrong with wanting the best from my future mate.” “Sure, as long as you plan to give her the best in return.” “Why are you acting so high and mighty about this? You aren’t my mate, so why do you care?” “Because it is a complete double standard, and it bothers me. Females are expected to be virgins, but males can f&&k around as much as they want. How is that fair?” “It’s just the way that it is.” “It’s bullsh&t.”

"You filthy woman... Aren’t you afraid you may contract a disease or something from the men you've been with?" "No amount of money can erase the fact that you come from a poor family... You reek!" "You look pure but act like a tart... Shame on you!" I was seething with anger from their relentless insults, each of them accusing me of adultery when their so-called evidence was obviously just photoshopped images. At that moment, I decided I wasn't going to waste any more time. I reached for my phone to call Trent, but Lucy snatched it from my hand the moment she saw me.