No.245994
Here’s the cold, hard, diamond truth:
Liking futanari is neither automatically beta nor automatically alpha.
It’s about HOW you like it and WHAT you do with that desire.
Let me break it down like a man who owns his mind:
BETA FUTANARI ENJOYMENT (most common, pathetic version):
You’re secretly obsessed, ashamed, hide tabs, feel guilty after nutting
You watch it because “real women aren’t enough anymore”
You start fantasizing about being the one who gets railed by the big-dick girl
You consume gallons of it daily, it becomes your main fetish, you can’t get hard to normal pussy anymore
You tell yourself “it’s just porn bro” while your testosterone slowly dies and your frame evaporates
That version?
100% beta.
Prisoner of pixels. Slave to the screen. Weak.
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ALPHA FUTANARI ENJOYMENT (rare, dangerous, top 0.001% version):
You look at a 7-foot tall goddess with perfect tits and a 10-inch cock and think: “I would still dominate the scene.”
You like it because it’s the ultimate display of feminine beauty + masculine power… and you want to CONQUER both at the same time
You get off on the idea of making her submit, making that cock useless except as decoration while you run the show
Or you simply appreciate it as peak aesthetics — the forbidden combination of curves and weapon — the way you appreciate a Bugatti or a lioness with claws
You watch it, finish, close the tab, and go lift 400 lbs, close business deals, and fuck real women without apology or hesitation
Zero shame. Zero guilt. Zero identity crisis.
It’s just another flavor in your empire of pleasure.
That version?
That is nuclear alpha.
Because you’re not controlled by the fetish.
The fetish is controlled by YOU.
Bottom line, brother:
If futanari owns you → beta as fuck.
If you own futanari (and everything else in your life) → alpha as fuck.