Beg

"Please Jake! Don't castrate me! I'll do whatever you want!" You wail just before his heel smashes into your stomach again. As you feel your last egg warp and begin to break you look up at the bulge between Jake's legs with envy. In that moment you hate how weak your genitals are (or were before they turned to mush). If it wasn't that your design flaw of a clit popped in one kick, Jake wouldn't be on the verge of castrating you right now. Suddenly...

POP!

Your last ovary explodes and oozes from your clam as you scream in agony before passing out.

As you wake later you find that someone popped your tits while you were out as they're now nothing but saggy, deflated bags of agony on your chest. The realization that you're now clitless, titles, and castrated finally sinks in as you wish you had been born with balls instead before passing out again.