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BREAST NEW WORLD                       by: Roy Del Frink

CHAPTER 1:            20^th Century Prelude

Now that Biggest Brother is no longer a threat, I can now tell you my life story. I was born with the name Leeland Malcolm Throckbottom III in August 1974. I was an only child. My parents, Leeland Malcolm Throckbottom Jr. and Marcia Pruella Souder-Throckbottom, were both born into wealthy families. Naturally, I stood to inherit a fortune. I also had the brains to go far; I tested with an IQ of 175. I was also blessed with great physical strength, naturally curly brown hair, and the ability to avoid nearly any sickness. And yet, with all the money and success guaranteed to myself, I didn’t enjoy it. I attended only the best private schools and colleges, and passed with excellent grades, but still I felt like I was missing out on something. Then, during my 12^th birthday party, I noticed some of my female classmates had begun puberty. They started to grow breasts and experience periods. That’s when I realized what I needed: I had to become a woman! I was too young to go through the surgery (even if the family wealth could easily pay for it), so I started dressing like a girl and seeing a therapist. By 1989, my parents accepted me for what I was. Although I couldn’t start the estrogen therapy until I turned 18, I was fully prepared to go through school first. Besides, in my station in life, a solid Ivy League degree was expected of me, and I didn’t want to deny myself that, transgendered or not. Thankfully, some understanding friends and the family wealth and influence helped me get through junior high school. The fall of ‘89, however, dealt me a bad break. A jet plane with 126 passengers aboard, including Mom and Dad, blew up mid-flight over the Atlantic Ocean. There were no survivors. Although I was now a billionaire, and fully in control of the family finances, the loss of both parents was a major blow.

Somehow I finished high school. I was the valedictorian of the Class of 1992. Since I was in full control of my life’s destiny, I began to take estrogen pills after graduation. I attended Brown College, and watched by chests form during my sophomore year. During my junior year I decided to get my boobs augmented to a DDD-cup. (Hey, I just liked the idea of having large tits.) By my senior year most people assumed I was female, and indeed, I was now using the name Leila Margaret Throckbottom. My friends still called me Lee, though. I graduated cum laude in 1996.

My next few years felt rather aimless, but at least I got prepared for my future. (Or rather, what I thought my future would be.) I joined feminist organizations, often without telling the members my true nature. I realized I wanted a chance to have a biological child before I took the last step to womanhood, so I called up a good female friend of mine, Susan Andrews Dvorak. She knew all about my life, including my transgendered status. I’d met her shortly before that fateful birthday party. I always considered her to be my best friend, and despite being born with a silver spoon in her mouth like myself, she also wanted more in life. She had a knockout body: flowing red hair, green eyes, a wasp waist, and thick hips accentuated by a feminine butt. Her breasts, however, were only A-cups. Mine had grown larger than that before my silicone implants. Still, motherhood seemed the next natural step for her. After several tries to get Sue pregnant (the estrogen’s effects made it harder), she finally conceived in October 1997. Nine months later, Leeland Malcolm Throckbottom IV was born. Of course, I’d been careful to have Susan move into my mansion first. Considering the circumstances of my life, it was a pretty good "marriage". (Most people, unaware of the penis hanging between my legs, assumed we were lesbian partners.) The sex wasn’t particularly good, but I wouldn’t refuse it. And at least Sue was a partner I truly loved, who loved me back.

That fateful summer of ‘99, I got a call from Dr. Sidney Kravitz. Dr. Kravitz managed a laboratory I owned. He’d discovered a medical breakthrough, and he wanted Sue and I to be the first to try it out. When we arrived at his underground lab, he explained that he’d made up a dose of the world’s first hibernation formula. A small injection, and the recipient would fall asleep for the next 100 years. Dr. Kravitz felt Sue and I should be his first volunteers. He explained the amount of formula needed varied with the subject’s weight, so he wanted to use lighter female subjects for his initial experiments. Of course, I’d have to finish my gender transformation first. I told him Sue and I would talk it over first, and we went home.

"Lee, dear," she told me, "I don’t want to miss out on the next 100 years of life! Why, everyone I know will be dead! And would you want to wake up a century from now, in a totally different world?"

"Sue, darling, " I explained to her, "this is an opportunity I’ve wanted for years! I’ve noticed us ladies have been getting the short end of the stick in society, but we’ve been gradually been gaining ground. If what my feminist groups tell me are accurate, we should have full equality in the US by then. If anything, life for females and transsexuals should be better by then. And why should I worry about missing the ones I love? Hell, Sue, I never had many friends, and when I became a transsexual, I lost most of them. The surviving members of the Throckbottom clan have disowned be for being a transsexual and a lesbian. I’ve only got you, my loyal servants, and little Lee. You’ll wake up with me, the servants will survive, and little Lee will be taken care of. I’ll see to it personally."

Sue bit her lip. "Okay, Lee, I’ll do it."

Before we could proceed, I had a couple loose ends to close. I got the genital surgery, so that I was now a full woman. I now had measurements of 44-23-36. My killer curves accentuated my smooth buttock curves quite nicely. My hair now fell down to my shoulders, and my face had become most pleasingly feminine. Any man alive would have considered me a knockout. Now that I was fully a woman, the lesbian sex Sue and I had was a lot more fun. After recouping, I wrote a living will, giving little Lee all of my possessions, and making my beloved butler Jenkins trustee of the estate until little Lee turned 18. I loved that little tyke; I sure hoped he would be more fortunate than I was. For insurance, however, I decreed all my personal possessions would return to me after I awoke. The rest of my servants got nice bequests as well. After I got the living will notarized, it was now December 1999. Sue and I decided that January 1, 2000 would be the perfect time to begin the hibernating procedure. After enjoying the euphoria of the "turn of the millennium" celebration, Sue and I started our rendevous with destiny. We headed toward the lab, not knowing what to expect.

"Ah, Lee, I see you brought Sue with you, " Dr. Kravitz remarked.

"Yes, I did. We’re ready to hibernate. What should we do?" I replied.

"I’ve placed some hibernation formula into these syringes over here," he explained, waving his arm toward a table with two needles on it. "You and Sue will be placed into the special hibernation chambers against the wall, and injected with the gas. The chambers will keep you alive for the next century, and you should wake up refreshed in 2100. We’ve even put a special chemical in your chamber, Lee, to be sure your implants don’t leak or change shape. A pity I won’t be alive to see you awaken."

"Don’t worry, Doc. We’ll get over it," Sue told him. "We’re ready to be gassed up."

Dr. Kravitz injected us both, me first, then Sue. As the Doc requested, we took off all our clothes, leaving just a bra, some pink silk panties, and red high heels on both our bodies. No need to dress fancy for a century’s nap, we figured. We both felt a little sleepy as the doors of our chambers closed. Just as I lost consciousness, I smiled, confident I’d wake up in a feminist paradise. How wrong I was.

 

CHAPTER 2:           A Rude Awakening

"Wake up, ladies. It’s now January 1, 2100. Your century of sleep is over." It sounded like a recording of Dr. Kravitz’s voice. What was going on? Then I remembered about the experiment. We made it! The drug had worked!

Sue and I awoke in our tubes refreshed. "Well, here we are. 2100, like the doc promised. What wonders will await us in the new century, Lee?" Sue asked.

"I don’t have any idea, Sue. I’ll have to check up on the library, to catch up on my 21^st century history." I opened my tube, then Sue’s. When I looked at the lab, I got the shock of my life! Surrounding us were eight (barely clothed) women, all wearing thong bikinis, French cut panties, and pumps with 5-inch heels. All of them had blonde hair and hourglass figures to die for. At 5'10", I was taller than any of the others. (Sue was 5'6".) I was especially surprised at the size of their boobs. Each of them had to be at least an E-cup! And every single one of them had a laser gun with a strange logo on them. It looked like an unnaturally long, erect penis, with the phrase, "Biggest Brother is Watching You" written below.

The tallest lady, who was obviously their leader, turned to us and said, "So you’re the 20^th century ladies, huh? Well, Biggest Brother has special plans for you. You must go to the Repubic Center. And Lee, did you really think you’d fool anyone with that plastic and those hormone injections? You’re going to be turned into a REAL woman. At least you’re wearing proper government-sanctioned attire. Take these electronic cash-cards; they have 50 credits each on them, and they’re the main source of currency now." She whipped out two items that looked like credit cards, but had miniature computers installed on the back. Sue and I each took one.

" Now follow us," the leader ordered. She and her pals put the butt of their phallic-shaped laser guns to our own butts, and we had no choice but to follow her.

As us ten ladies left the now antiquated lab and headed for the Repubic Center (whatever it was; I had no idea), I noticed some strange things about this future world. Obviously new technology had been invented during our century-long nap. The world looked like a bad futuristic sci-fi novel. All the cars were jet-propelled, and could fly into the air. 3-D holographic images abounded, replacing the TV sets of the century I knew. Everyone wore a wristwatch that doubled as a miniature walkie-talkie; I even saw a few people using theirs. Most of the buildings looked taller; I swear there was a 200-story tower somewhere in the city. But a few more things felt peculiar. It seemed like everyone we saw on our journey was a woman, wearing the same skimpy outfits as the rest of us and with the same large bustlines as all of us but poor flat-chested Sue. Where were all the men? And why did all these ladies have enormous knockers? At least my oversized implants made me look normal. And why did all the architecture, signs, lampposts, and even most advertising logos take on phallic symbols? I was determined to discover what was wrong with this screwy future.

After a pleasing but perplexing five mile journey, we arrived at our destination. The Repubic Center looked like a giant pair of breasts, with a jumbo-sized penis wedged between them. What’s with all these suggestively shaped buildings? I wondered to myself. And why didn’t I see any children or elders? All those ladies looked between 18 and 40 years of age. I simply had to know what was going on.

We entered the Repubic Center, and I gazed inside. I rubbed my eyes, trying to believe what I’d seen. Could it be? Yes it was! More large-chested women in white panties, white bras and white pumps, all with tiny red crosses on them. Two of them approached Sue and myself. Both of them had stick-on name tags on their right breasts. One wore a name tag labeled "Dr. Christine Jarman, Doctorate in Repubic Science", and also had a stethoscope around her neck and a band with a reflective metallic circle on her head, like the doctors of my century wore. The other lady’s tag said, "Geraldine Moore, R.N. ," and she also wore a small white nurses’ cap on her head.

"Hello, Sue, Lee," Dr. Jarman told us. "Sue, I’m about to put you through the Repubinator. This will change your body to that of a 12-year-old girl. You will then go through an accelerated puberty period, which should result in more, shall we say, desirable proportions on your body. Lee, since you’re genetically a man, we’ll have to give you an X-injection. This means we’ll eliminate all the estrogen in your system until you’re fully male, then we’ll remove your Y chromosome and replace it with an X chromosome. This will make you fully female."

"But, Doc, I’m already fully female on the outside! Isn’t that good enough?" I protested.

"No, Lee," the doctor replied. "You see, the last century has produced remarkable progress in the field of transgender surgery. Those awkward silicone implants of yours are long obsolete, thanks to DNA research. Now we can just alter your DNA and pituitary glands to fatten your boobs to whatever size you want. And we can replace that unnatural plastic over your crotch with living flesh and blood. We can even turn your old (and soon to be reformed) testicles into ovaries, so that you may have periods and bear children like ordinary women. It’s all part of Biggest Brother’s plan. And you’d better bear children soon if you want to survive!" That last comment haunted my brain.

Nurse Geraldine escorted Sue into the next room, as I waited for Dr. Jarman to administer the surgery on me. "Don’t worry, Lee, you won’t feel a thing, " she reassured me. It didn’t do much good. "I’m just going to inject you with an anti-estrogen drug. You won’t feel any pain, but you will return to your male form. This will take a few minutes, so please be patient." She pulled out a needle, and shot its orange liquid into my arm. After a few seconds, I felt something strange happen. My hair shortened to its male length of two inches. My breasts diminished a couple sizes. My cunt disappeared entirely, replacing itself with the five-inch prick I’d used to have. Most astonishing, my testes returned, even though they’d been chopped off during surgery deemed irreversible in the 20^th century! I now looked fully male, except for the silly-looking boobs sticking out from my chest.

"Of course, the implants! Silly me, I should have removed them first," Dr. Jarman told me. "I’ll just have to do that now, before we do the X-injection." She handed me a small purple pill, and a small glass of water. "Take this, please, and be sure to wash it down." I did as she asked, and passed out.

When I woke up, I checked the clock. I had been under for an hour. When I looked down, I noticed I was fully male again. My implants had been removed, like the doc said.

"Now you’re ready for the X-injection. Even though we’ve replaced the old needle with a simple yellow pill, we still call it an ‘injection’, Biggest Brother knows why. Take this pill, and prepare for your new female body. It’ll be just like your old one, only natural! Trust me, after you’ve been through the process, you’ll love being a full, natural woman. Of course, nothing can beat the Repubinator." She beamed with pride at this last statement. I found this most unusual. "Now take this pill, and don’t forget to wash it down," she told me, handing me the yellow pill and another glass of water. I did as I was told, and watched the results. My hair grew longer. My dick disappeared inside of me, turning itself inside-out and taking my balls into my belly. My chest swelled to the same DDD-cup I was before, only now it was for real. I really had big tits! And my body rearranged itself into its former female form. I now looked exactly the same as when I’d left the hibernation chamber, only it was real! No plastic or silicone at all.

"Doc, what have you done to me? And why did you do it?"

"Government regulations, Lee. You see, men rule the world. And only a select few of us get to be men. Most of them spend their time ruling over us and having fun with our bodies. If your prick is too short, you get turned into a woman on your 18^th birthday. Why don’t you read this book about the repubic process to find out more? I’ve gotta check up on Sue." She handed me a short book titled "Biggest Brother’s Plans for Your Body" and left the room.

The book was thinly-disguised government propaganda, and was hard for me to get through. Apparently, this Biggest Brother was the ruler of the world. And he seemed to be a real asshole of a chauvinist. He viewed women as little more than sex objects and walking wombs. I also disliked his ideas about gender transformations. Right after birth, all children were sent to special day-care centers for their first 18 years; they learned government propaganda, and the boys got a thorough education. Girls were taught little more than how to read, write, clean, and sex ed. Any child born with a major physical defect (like a third arm, hermaphroditism, or cerebral palsy) was killed for being "unnatural". All minor birth defects (like blindness, deafness, nearsightedness, or a weak heart) were removed through DNA resequencing. On his 18^th birthday, any man whose penis hadn’t grown to a certain length was forcibly turned into a woman, like I’d just been. All 18-year-old women (both by birth and by alteration) would now go into the Repubinator. After having their bodies physically regressed to the age of 12, they would be placed into that machine. Inside, their breasts would grow much larger than they’d even been before. By my estimates, no woman could come out smaller than an E-cup. The rest of their bodies would reshape to the standard "hourglass" figure: thin waist, flaring hips, and wide butt. No wonder all the people were women, and all the women had such shapely figures! But where had all the men gone? I was still yet to see one.

Dr. Jarman returned as I finished the book. Nurse Geraldine and Sue accompanied her. My best friend had obviously been through the Repubinator; her breasts were now E-cups. Flat-chested by this future’s standards, but with her new body, Sue would have been considered a voluptuous vixen in my century. Her waist was now wasp size, while her hips and ass had been enlarged a few inches each.

"Now that I’ve fixed you two, I must tend to the daycare center. So long." And with those simple words, the doctor left, leaving me with Sue and Nurse Geraldine.

Nurse Geraldine checked to make sure we were alone, then closed the door. "Now that we’re alone," she whispered to us, "I can let you in on my dirty little secret. I dislike what Biggest Brother has done to us, and I feel you two agree. Come with me to 1700 Areola Avenue at 7 PM, and I shall explain all. Take these name tags; I think you’ll need them." She handed us two name tags similar to hers, and we put them on our bras. Then Nurse Geraldine left the room. I told Sue about what I’d read, and she came to despise Biggest Brother too.

"This Biggest Brother sounds like a real jerk. I wanna knock him upside the head and tear him a new butt cheek! But what can two defenseless women do? We don’t have any of the fabulous wealth we owned in the 20^th Century," Sue complained.

"Oh, yeah?" I explained. "Let’s go to my old place. I’m sure my descendants will welcome me. Then we can get to the bottom of this mess."

 

CHAPTER 3:           Homecoming

It was now about noon. Sue and I had seven hours to get home, then find 1700 Areola Avenue. Fortunately, my old mansion was in the city. We wandered around town, trying to find our way to my old place. As I wandered around, I noticed most of the streets now had suggestive names: Penis Place, Scrotum Square, Tittie Terrace, Clitoris Circle. If we were to find my old mansion, or Areola Avenue, we’d have to find a map, and quickly! After wandering aimlessly, we found a nice little refueling station on Pussy Parkway. The attendant had long, flowing blonde hair, more feminine proportions than anyone I’d seen yet, and spoke with a homey Southern accent. Her bra and panties were both red, and her stuck-on name card (which every woman wore) read "Donna Duncan’s Discounted Dieselium". (As we suspected, and later confirmed, dieselium had replaced gasoline after all of the earth’s oil had been drilled.)

"What’ll it be, gals?" she asked us.

"I’d like a map of town, " Sue asked her.

"Sure thing, hon." She gave us a well-marked street map. "That’ll be 3 credits." Sue paid her with our electronic cash-cards. It was amazing how well it worked; we just gave her Sue’s cash-card, and she placed it into a machine like the ones credit cards went through in the 20^th century. After pressing a few buttons, Donna gave us her card back, minus 3 credits.

"Could we have some lunch?" I asked.

"Alright. Our daily special is the bacon cheesepill. It costs 8 credits."

"That sounds mighty expensive, " Sue complained. "Still, we’re hungry. Two, please." After Donna rang up our cards again, she gave each of us a yellow-and-brown striped pill. Sue took hers, then I joined in. Despite their tiny size, they tasted just like bacon cheeseburgers, and filled us up just as much.

"Thanks, dolls. Come again," Donna told us as we left the store.

"How will be able to afford living here? I’ve already used up 11 credits, and neither of us has any source of income!" Sue complained.

"Don’t forget; I still own a mansion, and was, as of 2000, the world’s richest non-royal woman," I replied.

According to the map’s landmarks, our old mansion was now located at 1 Biggest Brother Plaza. A most unfortunate street address, but finding it was easy. When we found our old home, we found it still standing. But it looked different. Aside from the usual futuristic flourishes, I saw two major changes. First, every single building on the grounds suggestively shaped some part of the human anatomy. (So did every other building in town. Big surprise.) Second, it had been redesigned to look a lot more regal. Before, it was just a stately white brick house. Now it looked like a capital building.

"Sue, this must be Biggest Brother’s place! Now we can catch him head-on."

"But Lee, " Sue reminded me, "won’t they be guarding this place? I doubt Biggest Brother will let ordinary people enter unannounced."

"It’s my place, Sue. If anybody should be welcome at the old Throckbottom mansion, it should be the clan’s oldest surviving member."

Sue just shrugged. "Okay, let’s go in. But I have a sneaking suspicion it won’t work."

We walked up to the gate. The guard was male, the first man we saw in this world. He had a strong, muscular build, thick black hair, eyes of steely blue, and must have been at least 7 feet tall. I guessed he was about 30 years old, and weighed around 300 pounds. He wore a black cap with an opaque visor, and a pair of blue briefs with a yellow badge painted on. Nothing more. A huge bulge could be seen in his briefs, suggesting an enormous manly organ underneath. I estimated it must have been 18 inches long.

"Nobody can enter this building without Biggest Brother’s permission! And certainly not two ladies such as yourselves, " the guard barked at us. I was appalled at the way he’d sneered "ladies".

"But I own this place, " I explained to him. "I’m Lee M. Throckbottom."

"You mean you USED to own it. You left it to your son, remember? And he doesn’t welcome female visitors. Now begone!" And with that, he picked us both up (one with each arm; he was very strong) and tossed us out.

Sue and I rubbed our buns. "What do we do next?" Sue asked me.

"Simple, " I told her. "We go to 1700 Areola Avenue and pay Nurse Geraldine a visit."

 

CHAPTER 4:           History of the 21^st Century

After a nice 7-credit dinner (Sue found a nice cheap restaurant), we left for Areola Avenue. With the help of the map, we arrived at 5 minutes to 7. 1700 Areola Avenue looked like an old, dilapidated apartment building shaped like a phallus with sperm coming out of the top. I’m surprised it hadn’t been condemned. Sue and I glanced at each other, then entered the building.

Inside we saw about 500 women, all wearing camouflage outfits (well, camouflage bras, panties, and pumps, anyway). The apartments had been cleared out; the building was just one large room. Nurse Geraldine welcomed us as the door. "Welcome to the Lesbian Bitch Society. I am Geraldine, their leader. You don’t need to call me Nurse anymore; I only do that at my job, which I use for spying on our sworn enemy, Biggest Brother." At the mention of his name, disgusted boos filled the place. "This is the only place where the sisters in rebellion of Biggest Brother can get together without fear of arrest and implantation."

"What’s that? Is that bad?" Sue asked her.

"Just look at Mary Charles over there," Geraldine replied. She pointed to a woman with long blonde hair that almost reached the ground. Her breasts were each larger than her torso, and her measurements looked like an impossible 89-16-49! I was sure she’d never walk again.

Geraldine explained, "This is what happens to women who get caught defying Biggest Brother. They get an additional X chromosome implanted, and go through the Repubinator again, only to emerge with more womanly proportions. Mary had to be arrested five times to become what you see here." I shuddered at the thought of what must ideas that nasty Biggest Brother must get.

"Now I shall tell you about the events of the past century, and explain how society works in the world of 2100." I won’t bore you with the details of Geraldine’s lengthy speech, only summarize it. (I shall also give a political history, as politics was always an interest of mine.)

The whole mess began with the founding of the Manhood Party in the old USA in 2003 by a disgruntled Pat Buchanan. It was part of another one of his crackpot presidential bids. This one yielded results, however, as he received an astounding 35% of the total vote (mostly from disgruntled Republicans and conservatives, and outpolling President Bush in the process), and several Manhood candidates were elected to the US Senate, the US House of Representatives, and several state governments. The Manhood party stood for a return to the old-fashioned, "natural" values, a time when women stayed at home as men earned the money. By 2015, the Manhood Party had successfully supplanted the Republican Party, effectively replacing it. Many Republican officeholders switched to the Manhood Party as well. A strengthened Democratic Party, after winning the presidential election in 2016 and carrying about 60% of Congress, dominated the national scene for the next quarter-century. However, a severe economic slump in 2037 resulted in major Manhood gains in the 2038 midterms; and in 2040, the Manhood Party elected their first president, also winning total control of the US government. By 2045, all opposition parties had been outlawed, and the Manhood Party’s ideals were law in the US. Military conquests across the globe, starting in the 2047, made the Manhood Party total world rulers by 2060. Biggest Brother, the unknown and occasionally changing leader of the Manhood Party, ruled the world.

As for the Manhood ideals that were now law, the main idea was that men were superior to women in every possible way. Human genetics research in the US was complete long before Manhood had gained control of the government, and they used this knowledge to their advantage. Women were treated as substandard citizens. They could not vote (even if they could, they could only vote for Manhood candidates), own any but the most personal of property, wear anything but the government-sanctioned outfit (a thong bikini, French cut panties, and high heels, along with a few occupational accessories in certain cases), or resist any man’s orders. Male attire consisted of a pair of colored briefs, and the occasional occupational prop. All governmental employees were men. Women who had previously been male were favored over women who’d always been female, and so they had "better" jobs like doctor, nurse, police officer, and fuel station attendant. (Women born women generally spent their adult lives stuck in rooms cooking, cleaning, and satisfying men’s sexual and reproductive desires, and had no way to resist.) Men transformed into women usually had been born with male names slightly different from the names they used now. (Geraldine added that she’d been born Gerald, Dr. Christine Jarman had been born Christopher, and Donna Duncan, from the fuel station, had been born Donald.) In addition to the book’s info about bodily transformation, I learned that men were now expected to marry 20 women after their 18^th birthday. (Each woman could only marry one man, of course; and since this was a lifetime limit, a woman whose husband died was freer. Indeed, all the women I’d seen in public had married husbands who’d since died.) As a result, the minimum penis size was constantly fixed so that there would be about 20 women for every man. In the early years, it was about 9 inches, but this unusual form of selective breeding forced it to be upped an inch every few years or so to keep up the 20-to-1 ratio; currently the minimum prick length was 18 inches, the same length as I’d seen on the guard. Men were given jobs based on penis length; the longer the dong, the better the job. Access to penile extension was severely restricted, and it was usually done only to over-18 men who needed to comply with a new size, or high-ranking government officials, as a form of gratitude towards service. (Yes, in this society, bigger WAS legally better.) Biggest Brother always had the longest prick on earth. Since all men and women were expected to have children, homosexuality was strictly prohibited as "unnatural", and any 40-year-old woman without children was to be executed. Actually, most women 40 and over were killed anyway, since their child-bearing years were mostly behind them. Ownership of a dildo or other sex toy was "immoral", and punishable by implantation. Except for rare cases like mine, female-to-male transformations were also not allowed. And most grown men spent all their time working (usually at governmental or private security positions) or having fun with their wives. Now it all made sense. I hadn’t woken up in a feminist paradise; I’d woken up in a well-hung male chauvinist’s paradise! The whole time, I was thinking of the guard’s remarks about how my son DOESN’T welcome female visitors. Little Lee must still be alive at 101! (Of course, he’s not so little any more.) And he must be in cahoots with Biggest Brother, to allow the Throckbottom Estate to serve as headquarters. But how could Little Lee’s tool have gotten long enough to him to stay male under the Manhood rules? He surely couldn’t own the grounds if he’d been turned female; Biggest Brother would never allow it. I knew the penis he’d been born with was about average for a newborn boy, and puberty couldn’t have been THAT kind to him. His dad (me!) only had a five-inch dick, and neither my family nor Sue’s had any men with peters that long.

 

CHAPTER 5:           A Night to Remember

By now it was nearly midnight. Even though we felt tired, Sue and I were in no mood to sleep. "Now we shall induct our two newest members," Geraldine solemnly announced. She motioned us to the center of the room, and the other Lesbians (as we later learned the members were called) formed a large circle around us. Geraldine gave each of us a camouflage bra, panties, and pumps uniform to match the others, and told us to put them on. We did so. Geraldine lifted a black book, telling Sue and I to put our girlish left hands on it and raise our right hands. We did that also.

"Do you swear, oh Lee and oh Sue, to oppose Biggest Brother and his ideals with all your heart and all your actions?" Geraldine asked us.

"We do," Sue and I replied.

"Congratulations. Members, I present you Sister Lee and Sister Sue!" Geraldine pronounced. All the ladies cheered at this remark. "Now for the official new-member ceremony. Prepare to break all the rules tonight!"

The thought of what might lay ahead made me giggle, and Sue just smiled at me. The Lesbians all had sly smirks on their faces. Every woman in the room removed her outfit, leaving 500 completely naked women.

Donna Duncan (she was also a member, God rest her friendly soul) opened a large cabinet in the side of the room. It was full of dildoes, vibrators, and other sex toys. Geraldine told each of us to take a vibrator and insert them into our bodies. We all did so, turning them on and cumming simultaneously after a few minutes. The sound of 500 women screaming in ecstasy was the most pleasant sound I’d ever heard in my life! After the excitement died down, we broke out the dildoes, which were attached to straps. Half of us each strapped one around her body. The women so equipped then inserted them into the ladies without. Donna placed her dildo into Geraldine, and I put mine into Sue. We all bucked our hips, pushing the dildoes in and out of our partners. The women wearing dildoes all came within five minutes, and the ladies being penetrated shivered with ecstasy. Many were feeling multiple orgasms, and came over and over during the next half-hour. Then we switched with our partners. Geraldine was now fucking Donna, and Sue penetrated me. The whole process repeated, and I almost passed out from the best and longest orgasm in my life. I couldn’t feel anything but that dildo up my cunthole, and that ecstatic wave! I loved it! I wished that moment would never end. Who thought defying the government could be so much fun!

The events of the night after that were a blur to me, but there was an awful lot of wonderful lesbian sex. I sucked Donna’s nipples until they gave milk. (She later told me she was two months pregnant.) Geraldine fingered my vagina, making me come three times. Donna rubbed a dildo in my asshole while Sue ran another up my cunt. I enjoyed this first-ever two-fer. I even got to fondle Mary’s giant boobs, an experience I will never forget. Sometime during this meeting, I thought I saw a lady slip in, take a few bras, and slip out. I just attributed it to an overactive imagination. All the other ladies were so busy in our orgy, none even noticed. Around 3 AM, all of us got too tired and exhausted to continue, so we cleaned up our bodies and sex toys, pulled into our sleeping bags (Geraldine was kind enough to give one to Sue and myself; we slept together, since we’d done that in the 20^th century anyway), and fell asleep. I noticed Sue, Donna and I had lost our nametagged bras; I thought that strange.

We all woke up at 11 AM, when Geraldine’s alarm clock went off. (Thankfully, January 2, 2100, was a Saturday, so nobody had to work that day.) After returning to our normal outfits, Geraldine dismissed us for the week, reminding us of our next meeting on Friday at 7:00 sharp. Sue and I couldn’t wait.

 

CHAPTER 6:           Trial and Punishment

Sue and I had no place to stay, so Donna was nice enough to let us stay at her place. It was a quaint little apartment at the edge of town. After getting settled in, Donna told us about herself, while Sue and I related our life experiences to Donna. The three of us made quite a trio of friends. We spent that weekend seeing the world, discovering all the pleasures and pitfalls of life in 2100. Donna even taught us how to drive her jet-car. We also learned how to use her secret, illegal laser gun, which she’d taken from an officer at a raid. That earned her only arrest, and her only repeat visit to the Repubinator. (Fortunately, the officer was secretly a Lesbian, and Donna got to keep her gun.) We noticed the lasers discharged by the dildo-shaped guns were colored yellowish-cream and shot out of the "head" in a most suggestive manner. (I was half-expecting that.) The gun had three settings: stun, sever, and vaporize. On Sunday night, Donna pulled out her secret dildo and vibrator, and we had a fun lesbian menage-a-toi.

On Monday morning we were awoken abruptly. "You’re under arrest! You are charged with unnatural sex, illegal ownership of immoral devices, and membership of an outlawed society!" We opened our eyes, and saw the same eight ladies who’d escorted us to the Repubic Center. The leader, Erica Brown, was the one who’d invaded our Lesbian Underground meeting the previous night. She’d been collecting spying and collecting evidence! Erica escorted us to jail, which was actually on the old mansion/Biggest Brother compound.

The trip to the old place was brief and full of anxiety; what awaited us? When we got there, we entered a courtroom. A 50-year-old man in velvet black briefs (with a two-foot bulge!) entered, escorted by two bailiffs with a 20-inch manhood each; each bailiff wore a police cap and deep blue briefs. The judge sat down at his gravity-defying bench, and stared sternly at us. "You are accused of the crimes of unnatural sex, possession of immoral objects, and membership of an illegal society. How do you plead?" he told us.

"We protest! We demand lawyers. And you didn’t read us our rights," Sue yelled.

"I’m sorry, Sue, but there are no lawyers or rights anymore. When the Manhood Party took over, they eliminated all concepts of fair trials. They justified it by saying ‘too many guilty criminals were going free.’ You now just plead guilty and get sentenced," Donna told us. She turned to the judge. "We plead guilty, Your Honor."

"You are each sentenced to three injections. And since Sue hasn’t been married yet, I shall marry the bitch myself! I just executed my oldest wife, and she looks like a fine replacement," the judge sneered at us.

"How dare you call her a bitch!" I snapped.

"Honey, you shouldn’t say that, " Donna chided. "Biggest Brother says it’s okay to call a woman a ‘bitch’ if you want, and you could be sentenced to another implantation!" Worriedly, I shut up and sat down. The bailiffs now escorted us to the Repubic Center for implantation.

When we got there, Dr. Jarman greeted the three of us at the door. "Oh, ladies, did you get in trouble with Biggest Brother? Naughty, naughty! I’ll just have to teach you a lesson." Obviously, Dr. Jarman was a "model minority" in this society. "You’ll take turns with your implantations. Sue will have her three administered first, then Lee, and finally Donna. I trust there are no objections?" The doc asked this last question rather sternly. None of us said anything.

"Very well, then. Sue, you remember the drill; I did this on you last Friday," Dr. Jarman stated matter-of-factly. Sue sighed, walked toward the doctor, and Nurse Geraldine (whom we now knew hated to do this) injected some red stuff into her system. To my surprise, her body quickly changed. Her breasts grew smaller until they weren’t there, just bumps under her nipples. She also shrank in stature, until she was only about 5 feet tall. Since the bra had nothing left supporting it, it fell to the ground. She stood there like a little topless 12-year-old. Now she was placed into a giant cylindrical tank, about 10 feet tall and 100 feet in diameter. The door was labeled, "Repubinator Model 4.0.2". She just stood there in the center, as Dr. Jarman closed the door and Nurse Geraldine worked a few buttons at a control panel on the side. We saw the Repubinator turn in circles, going faster and faster, for a few minutes. Then it paused a few seconds before resuming action. A second pause and third gyration followed, and then the machine stopped. Sue was led out, obviously much more proportioned than before. Her now 5'7" body had measurements of 46-21-39, and her hair now fell down to her waist. Despite the sudden changes, she was shivering with ecstacy all over her body. Her old bra was given back to her; fortunately it stretched enough to fit. The panties also stretched to accommodate her larger hips and butt. Geraldine had told me that all bras and panties had amazing super-elasticity.

Now it was my turn. After being physically regressed to 12, I went into the Repubinator. As I spun around inside, I felt dizzy. But a strange feeling of euphoria entered me, as my pituitary glands suddenly kicked into hyperdrive and my breasts shot up in size. My waist slimmed slightly, and my waist and ass also expanded somewhat. But the breasts got the biggest change; when I was done, I was at the DDD range I’d been at before, and my measurements were 5'9" and 44-24-35, about the same as when I woke up in this horrid future. After a slight pause, however, the spinning resumed and my hormones acted up again. The expansion in my breasts caused my nipples to get rock-hard, and I would have fingered myself if I didn’t lose my balance and land on my enormous butt. When the second cycle ended, I was up to 5'11" and 52-22-40, and feeling positively horny. Then the last cycle began, and I couldn’t help but rub my nipples and feel the dampness ooze out my crotch. I emerged from my process with hair down to my hips, an orgasm that took ten minutes to subside, a six-foot frame, and a body measuring 61-20-43. (Gee, it’s amazing how well I can judge body measurements by looking, isn’t it?)

Donna now did the same. Because she’d already had an implantation, she was 5'8" and measured 48-22-38 when she started. After her ordeal ended, she was now 6'2", measured an astounding 67-18-46, her blonde hair fell down to her knees, and she couldn’t resist rubbing her tits. Obviously, the effect of multiple implantations was cumulative.

Dr. Jarman looked at us and said, "Come with me, Sue. We have a wedding to perform. Lee and Donna, since your punishments are over, you’re free to go home. And this has been most helpful. Biggest Brother’s known about the Lesbians for quite awhile, and has wanted to stop their clandestine heinous activities. Thanks to Erica’s work last Friday, we’re closing in on capturing the ringleader." Nurse Geraldine got noticeably uncomfortable with that last remark.

Donna and I left the Repubic Center. It wasn’t easy. That extra weight on our bodies made moving a little difficult. During our little jaunt, we discussed the events of the past day. We simply had to rescue Sue, and I was more determined than ever to end the rule of Biggest Brother.

"Donna, what’ll I do? I can’t make it very well without Sue. And I don’t wanna see her married to that jerk!"

"Don’t worry, Sue. I’ve got a plan. You come with me to work tomorrow, and we’ll take care of him. For now, stay with me and I’ll give you a place to work."

"Thanks, Donna." She was the sister I never had.

 

CHAPTER 7:           A Marriage of Inconvenience

After we left, Sue was taken to the Judge’s home. He lived next door to Biggest Brother’s compound, in a twin-towered skyscraper shaped like two feminine legs. Sue figured he must be Chief Justice of the World Supreme Court or some such title.

"Don’t worry, my dear," the Judge told Sue, "We shall be wed right now. Then I’ll take care of you and you’ll take care of me, heh heh. Don’t worry about who’ll perform the ceremony; I’ll do it myself! And if I do say so, you look much better after those implantations. Before you were just flat-chested and fat."

Well, maybe by YOUR standards, Sue thought.

The Judge put on fancy white briefs with black "buttons" and a "tux" printed on. Sue was placed into a frilly white bra and panties, and six-inch white pumps with thin heels were placed on her feet. Since she still hadn’t gotten used to her new upper-body weight, Sue had a hard time walking around in this outfit and nearly fell over.

"Dearly Beloved," the Judge began, "we are gathered here today for the marriage of this woman to me. If anyone can explain why we should not get married, speak now or forever hold your peace." Sue almost complained, but shut up, realizing it would do her no good.

Nobody else was in the room, so the Judge continued. "Do you, Susan Andrews Dvorak, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to love, honor, and OBEY, for the rest of your natural life, till death do you part?"

Sue reluctantly said, "I do."

The Judge continued, "Do you, oh magnificent Judge, take this woman to be your 20^th wedded wife, to love, order, and manipulate, for the rest of your natural life, till death do you part?" He paused, contemplated it out loud (he was such an asshole!), and finally said, "Of course I do, you handsome man!" He blushed at this remark. "By the power vested in me, I now proclaim you husband and wife. You may now fuck the bride."

Sue screamed in terror at that last remark. She had no desire to make love with this beast! But he was too strong for her. The Repubinator robbed her of most of her muscles; her body now had minimal upper body strength. She was now just walking T&A as far as the judge was concerned. And he quickly removed their clothes, overpowering Sue and raping her. She felt absolutely no satisfaction from this sexual encounter; the judge’s long penis almost tore her insides apart! After about an hour of this abuse, Sue had no strength left. She passed out on the floor, unconscious.

A few hours later, Sue woke up. She was surrounded by nineteen young women, all of whom had bodies similar to Sue’s before her arrest. One of them, a Latino named Juanita Rodriguez, walked toward Sue and took her hand.

"Welcome to married life, dear. All we ever do is clean, and have sex with the Judge whenever he wants. Don’t bother leaving the building; you’ll just get an electric shock, and risk another implantation if you survive. You will have babies, who will be escorted to the daycare center and raised by the government. And when you turn 40, the Judge will probably kill you."

"Oh no! I don’t wanna live like this," Sue yelled.

"Get used to it, dearie. There’s no way out until the Judge dies. Polly over there tried, and look at her now." Juanita pointed to Polly Derrick, who looked to be about 23 years old, 5'5" tall, and had a 45-21-37 body. "She wasn’t born that way, and she didn’t look like that at 18 either. She got implanted for escaping."

"No! I won’t resign myself to living like this. I’ve got to find a way out. There’s 20 of us, and only one of him. If we put our heads together, maybe we can come up with an escape plan. Who’s with me?"

All the other ladies in the harem joined Sue. "Yeah!" "All right!" "Death to Biggest Brother!"

Maybe I can get used to living here after all, Sue thought. She smiled.

 

CHAPTER 8:           One In, One Out

On Friday, at 1700 Areola Avenue, Geraldine convened the weekly Lesbian gathering. "Fellow Lesbians, I have been informed of a security breech at last week’s meeting. This week we’ve taken a few precautions. Everyone takes their uniform home, and nobody gets in without a uniform proving you’re a Lesbian!" The crowd cheered.

"I’ve also been warned that Biggest Brother has arrested three members, Donna, Lee, and Sue. Sue’s gotten married to that stupid Judge, so she couldn’t be here tonight. Lee and Donna, show yourselves." Donna and I stood up on stage, and the crowd was aghast at what the Repubinator had done to our bodies.

Continuing, Geraldine explained, "Worst of all, he’s closing in on ME, you beloved leader. He’s promising a 10,000-credit reward to anyone who can find my identity and get me arrested . We most stop this at once! We -"

At this moment, Erica stood at the door. She pointed her laser gun at the crowd, and said, "Bigger Brother has placed Geraldine Moore under arrest for founding a illegal society, encouraging unnatural behavior, opposing the government, and possession of numerous immoral artifacts. I always suspected it was an inside job, from one of our most ‘favored’ females, but I never thought it was gonna be you! You shall be sentenced to ten implantations for this!"

Geraldine was pulled away by Erica’s escorts, kicking and screaming the whole way. Erica warned the crowd of Lesbians, "Biggest Brother has spared you as a warning. Don’t attend next week’s meeting, or you’ll get TWENTY implantations each!" The mere thought of what one’s body might look like after twenty implantations scared us. With those words, Erica and her party left the building.

"Now what’ll we do?" Mary complained. "Geraldine founded the Society. We’ll never be able to carry on without her." The crowd’s gloomy murmuring agreed.

"Hold on just a dang minute!" Donna yelled. "The sisters of the Lesbians have gone through a lot of rough times together, and I’ll be danged if I let it end now because of a single arrest! Geraldine would have found a way to keep us together, through thick and thin. Now who’s with me?"

The crowd yelled its approval. "Yeah!" "Let’s stay together!" "Death to Biggest Brother!" "You the woman, Donna!"

Addressing the meeting, Donna explained, "Now the first thing we’ll do is enact Geraldine’s security measure. Mary, you can handle that. Lee shall be responsible for the Society’s possessions and the sex toys. And we’ll have to think of a plan to rescue Sue and Geraldine, and stop Biggest Brother once and for all!" The crowd roared in delight. After a couple hours of serious discussion, I broke out the toys and we had another lesbian gang-bang.

The following Monday, we started the mission to rescue Sue. (After all that sex, I doubt we could have done it the next day.) It was Donna, me, and three other ladies: Pauline Dent, Georgia Phillips, and Maureen Ellis. The five of us set out for the judge’s place. All of us had our Lesbian outfits and laser guns, and I wore a small backpack full of supplies. When we got to the front gate, the voice of a male security guard hastily informed us, "You can’t get in without an appointment."

Like that was gonna stop us! We vaporized the gate with our guns, and I smiled as I said, "We have an appointment... with your butts!" Once inside, we split up, with Pauline and I taking the left building. Donna lead Georgia and Maureen into the right. I entered the building, stunning every guard we encountered. Much to my surprise, there were only 10 guards in the whole building; surely this Judge would demand more protection for his ladies. As we ascended the building, I found futuristic elevators, which resembled the capsule-like tubes from "The Jetsons". When we reached the top floor, we found the harem. The Judge, from that stupid "trial" of ours, was raping all the women in sight. All of them had fallen over exhausted except for Sue, who was about to. "Hey Judge,"I yelled at him, "eat laser!"

The Judge got out of Sue and quickly turned to me. "You whiny Lesbian brats! Why can’t you just obey the government, like a good bitch? I’ll sentence you to 25 transplantations for this! Guards!"

"You have no more guards. I stunned them all for you,"I proudly reminded him.

"Then I’ll get you myself! Remember, I’m taller and stronger than you."

"But you’re also hungrier, and I bet all that sex has worked up your appetite. Here, have a couple dozen bacon cheesepills!" With that, I opened my backpack and fished out about 30 bacon cheesepills. (They were easy to get; I’d been working at Donna’s the past week, and she gave them to me at a 50-percent employee discount.) The Judge was not only full, he was weighed down by all that food. A shot from my laser gun finished him off. We waited for all the ladies to recover from the Judge’s last romp. (Thankfully, with the guards out, the Lesbians were in total control of the building’s security and communications.) After that, I picked up Sue, and the three of us ladies left the building with the other 19 ex-wives. We headed towards the right building, only to find Donna, Georgia, and Maureen coming out.

"We didn’t find her. But we did knock the daylights out of those guards," she said, smiling and stroking her smoking phallic laser gun.

"Thanks, but we’ve got her right here, along with his other ‘possessions’. Girls, let’s go back to headquarters," I replied.

Along the way, Sue told me about her experiences in the Judge’s house. She added, "We never did come up with an escape plan. We just decided we’d be rescued by you soon, and that gave us the emotional strength to get through the week. God knows we needed it, what with the Judge’s daily rapes and all."

"You meant well, Sue, and you made it. That’s all that matters to me. From now on, it’ll be all right, sweetie." I kissed her. Then I convinced the other 19 ex-wives to join the Lesbians. We’d need their numbers if we were gonna save our founder.

 

Chapter 9:           The Lesbians to the Rescue!

Now that Sue was back, life returned to normal for the three of us at Donna’s. (Well, as normal as possible under the circumstances.) Sue was hired to pump the dieselium into the jet cars at Donna’s station. I’d been working the register for the past week. Donna was in charge of her carwash, and keeping track of the station’s finances. Customers (nearly all female) gladly served us every day for the next three days. Friday was clearly on our minds, as we had to decide how to rescue the Lesbian Bitch Society’s beloved founder from captivity.

"Remember what that nasty Erica told us? We’re gonna have to get the Lesbians together BEFORE Friday night unless we wanna risk 20 implantations!" I reminded Sue and Donna on Wednesday.

Donna shuddered at the thought of her body after 20 implantations. "Very well, we’ll meet a day early. Get the sisters to come together on Thursday, January 14, at 7 o’clock sharp!"

After making the necessary calls, we got prepared for Thursday. It promised to be a long night.

7 o’clock Thursday rolled around, and Donna presided over the Lesbians. "Fellow sisters, we have called this emergency meeting of the Lesbians over the capture of Geraldine Moore. Biggest Brother learned of last Monday’s assault on the Judge’s chambers, and wants to prevent us from leading another brave assault on his absolute authority. I understand Biggest Brother intends to make an ‘example’ out of her, so I want her rescued before her planned execution tonight at 9 PM! Does anyone have any ideas?"

After discussing the matter for several minutes, we came up with an attack plan. Donna broke into the compound with me, Sue, Juanita, Polly, and Georgia. (Brave Mary wanted to volunteer, but since her enormous breasts prevented her from getting up, we decided to leave her behind. Besides, somebody had to protect against a surprise attack from Erica’s guards!) We each had a laser gun, and this time Sue carried the backpack of supplies. As always, we were sure to wear our Lesbian outfits, so that Biggest Brother knew what was going on. Breaking into the compound was no more trouble than the Judge’s home; it seemed too easy, since we found no security guards at all. It was as if Biggest Brother wanted us to reach his home base. Sue handed me some rope, to use just in case.

We reached the center of his headquarters at 8:55 PM. But we saw no sign of Biggest Brother, much to my surprise. Instead, we found a smiling gentleman wearing a cheesy brief colored like a 20^th century polyester tuxedo. He had a 22-inch bulge under his ‘outfit’. The room looked like a futuristic TV set. The ‘host’ was flanked on either side by a gorgeous blonde beauty in matching blue sequined bras, panties, and heels. They looked like twin stereotypical bimbos, with a height of 6'1" each and measurements of 75-19-40. I figured each had undergone four or five implantations.

"Welcome to Biggest Brother’s Greatest Executions! I’m your host, Frank Markingdale. We’re about to execute the leader of the naughty Lesbian Bitch Society, Geraldine Moore!" At this comment, we heard applause and hollers from a futuristic laugh-track. (Great. Canned personalities, canned ambitions, canned applause. It all fit, in a wonderfully kitschy way.) After a couple minutes of this, the sounds died down and Frank Markingdale continued. "Now let’s hear a great boo for our guest of dishonor, Geraldine Moore!" The laugh-track booed as Geraldine came out on stage. We couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw her. She was now almost seven feet tall! Her red hair fell all the way to the floor, and stretched back on the floor three feet. Her breasts looked about ten feet around; I’m sure she couldn’t even see anything but those mighty mams! Her nipples was as big as her head, and her areolas surrounded them for two whole feet. Her waist seemed only a foot around, one-fifth the size of her hips. Well, at least one part of her sentence had been carried out.

"Oooh! She must have been a naughty lady!" the bimbos cooed out in unison. Yeah, they were bimbos, all right.

"Of course she has, ladies. And now, without further ado, the execution!" At this, Erica and her seven compatriots entered the studio and pulled out their guns, which were obviously set to "vaporize". Now was clearly the time for action.

"So Biggest Brother wants executions, eh?" I yelled out. "Here’s one right now!" I shot at Frank Markingdale; he vanished instantly. This got the attention of Erica’s guards; thought they outnumbered us, only one of them actually had a working gun. (This was an execution squad, after all.) We vaporized all seven of Erica’s pals, plus those useless bimbos; the only one they got was Polly. As Sue and Donna rushed onstage to rescue Geraldine (I was sure she couldn’t move on her own), Erica turned her attention on me.

"So you think you’re hot stuff, huh? Well, taste laser, Throckbottom!" She pulled her gun at me. But she was no better a shot than her guards; she ended up hitting Georgia instead. Juanita and I quickly overpowered her, tying her up with some rope from Sue’s backpack. Death would’ve been too good for her; we had a much worse fate in mind. Now that she was no longer a threat, we escaped quickly. Unfortunately, we hadn’t disabled her laser. She managed to get one shot in with it before we totally subdued her, and it got Donna. A part of my heart died there. She’d killed my second-best friend in the world. And a pregnant woman at that!

Now I was MAD! "You will PAY for this, Erica Brown!" I vowed at the top of my lungs. I whispered something into Geraldine’s ear (after climbing her tits, of course), and after I climbed off, Geraldine reached behind her and gave me a small syringe full of orange fluid stored inside her giant cleavage. I reached for Erica, and shot the whole thing into her arm. Instantly, she turned into a man even smaller and scrawnier than I’d been at 12. Erica (well, Eric again) was now only 5 foot 4; her breasts disappeared into her body, and she had almost no muscles. His bra and panties could no longer fit his small frame, and so they fell to the ground. His clitoris grew into a two-inch penis. I’d never seen one that small! Eric, now a 98-pound weakling, cried in despair.

"NOOOOOOO! I liked my female body much better than my male one, and I liked my job as a model minority. I just couldn’t adjust to life as a man again!"

"Well, that’s what you get for collaborating with an unjust and cruel regime, and killing others without regard for the consequences! This punishment is fair. Ladies, let’s go back to headquarters."

"NOT SO FAST!" we heard a male voice bellow. It was unusually deep, much deeper than any I’d ever heard before. He must have entered the room through a secret entrance. As we turned around, we discovered a strange looking man. He was almost nine feet tall. The muscles on his chest were unbelievably large; he probably could have picked up Geraldine in her enlarged state! He had short-cut brown hair, just above his collar bone. His neck was thicker than my head, and his arms and legs were wider than tree trunks. But what caught the most attention was his crotch; he wore briefs made of pure gold, with the phrase "#1" written on them in pure silver. And his penis! My God, it must have been three feet long and 14 inches wide! There’s no question about it; this man was Biggest Brother himself!

 

CHAPTER 10:            The Truth About Biggest Brother

Biggest Brother stood on stage, next to where Geraldine stood. He had Dr. Christine Jarman at his side, playfully hugging his right arm. "Well, well, well, you bitches, I see you’ve managed to get past my guards, carefully plan group raids, and even rescue my mother, but this is it! You’re done! My favorite wife here has helped me outmaneuver you." He gently squeezed Dr. Jarman, who "tee-heed" back at him.

That bastard! How dare he do those things to me and my - Wait a minute! HIS mother? There was only one possibility I could think of. "By any chance, is your name Leeland Malcolm Throckbottom IV?"

"Why yes it is. I believe you used to call me ‘Little Lee’?"

Oh my God! I was right! I had fathered Biggest Brother!

"Oh yes, it’s me. And I can tell you how I came to be here. You see, your butler Jenkins may have put up with your sex change and your lesbianism with Mom to your faces, but he was really a male chauvinist who almost couldn’t stand it. He was a founding member of the Manhood Party, and raised me to agree with its principles. In 2020, Dr. Kravitz came up with a new formula, one that would give its recipient eternal youth and a very high testosterone level. I gladly volunteered to be his first - and last - guinea pig. After he shot me a double dose, I shot him. And it wasn’t with no syringe neither! Right after I verified the formula worked, I destroyed all copies of his work, and all his formula, so that no one else would ever get any. All of it for me! Well, after the last Biggest Brother died in 2081, I assumed the post. And just to be on the safe side, I had a special 6-inch extension arranged for me just before I knocked him off. The courts never caught up with me, because I WAS the courts! And now I rule the world."

Now it all made sense - why Biggest Brother was expecting us upon our awaking in 2100; why Sue and I had gotten off so easily on our arrest, why our raids went along so smoothly. And my son had proved to be a MAJOR disappointment.

"Now, Dr. Jarman, I’d like to deal with these ladies myself. Watch as I come down on Juanita." He gallantly stepped over in her direction, and raped her. Her vagina obviously wasn’t made to take a 36-inch cock, so when he impaled her- ALL of her- on at once, Juanita slumped over dead. The bloody scene from inside her when naughty Little Lee pulled out of her is too gruesome to describe. Then he walked up to Geraldine. Thankfully, he just wanted to do a simple tittie-fuck. With ten-foot mounds, this was no problem for Geraldine. Still, she didn’t really enjoy it, and my blood almost hit the boiling point when his watermelon-sized balls erupted and coated every square inch of her breasts with sperm.

"That’s it, Son! I disown you. Everything you ever owned reverts back to me, like the living will says."

"Oh, really? You have no right to disown me. I disown YOU. And Mom too. I’ll ram this cock of mine right up your asses, and your bodies won’t be able to stand it. You’ll fall over like Juanita, and many of my other disgruntled nemeses." I couldn’t take it anymore. Every one of his sinister ‘ha’‘s stabbed me in the back. This was the most ungrateful, spoiled, evil person I’d ever met. And he was about to rape - and kill - his own parents! I couldn’t stand it as he reached over toward my crotch and inserted his giant head into my bum. Jeez, I didn’t think I could even hold that tip without tearing my insides!

Then, suddenly, another woman felt my plight. Dr. Jarman’s eyes gave her away. She turned from pleased, to flustered, to mad. She didn’t want anything to do with a man who’d knock off his parents in such a disgraceful manner! She took Sue’s laser gun, and set it on ‘sever’. Then she aimed it at Biggest Brother’s member.

"NO! What are you doing, my sweet?" he queried.

"What I should have done a long time ago," she replied. Christine cut off Biggest Brother’s penis - the whole thing, even the scrotum underneath!

"Oh no! How can I be Biggest Brother if I’m not even a man at all?"

"You’re not a man? Then there’s only one thing you can be!" Geraldine sneered back at him. She reached out for a syringe full of yellow liquid (she obviously wanted to make it as painful as possible) in her cleavage. Since her breasts kept her hands behind her back, and she couldn’t walk any more, Sue and I walked onstage to take the needle out of her, and into Biggest Brother.

"What are you doing to me?" our evil soon-to-be-ex-overlord asked of us.

"You’ll see, SON," I replied. Instantly he turned into a woman - the most over-proportioned woman I’ve ever seen. He grew to ten feet in height, and he developed breasts as large as barns. At the end of them were ten-foot nipples and five-foot areolas. He also grew a lengthy opening of a feminine nature. And his waist collapsed to a mere six inches, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His waist and hips flared out to six feet wide. I just had to ask Geraldine how she’d gotten the X-injection to produce such radical changes in his body.

"Let’s just say I put an EXTRA punch in there," she replied. "Remember when we feared what a lady would look like after 20 implantations? That’s the results." I never knew how clever Geraldine truly was until that moment.

 

CHAPTER 11:           All’s Well that Ends

Now that we’d beaten Biggest Brother (who was immediately renamed Biggest Sister), Dr. Jarman fulfilled her own wishes. She injected herself with the orange fluid, and the now-returned Christopher Jarman explained why he’d done this. "I always wanted to be a man, and now I am again. I just HAD to have a penis one inch too short, and they HAD to up the minimum length by one inch two weeks before my 18^th birthday. Still, my 15-inch member is back, and so is my manly 7-foot frame. Come now, ladies, let’s dismantle this evil organization."

With Chris’s help, we called all of his sinister sub-organizations. Chris explained that we’d captured Biggest Brother and turned him into a woman, and offered as proof his severed prick. All of them submitted to our demand of unconditional surrender. The world was once again free for democracy, and Sue, Geraldine, and I called the Lesbians to help design a new democratic world society.

The first thing we did was banish all of the Manhood Party’s barbaric laws. Monogamy became law again. Women had all their rights as human beings restored. People no longer had to change gender unless they wanted to. And women who wished to become men were free to do so. DNA resequencing was to be used as a force of good, not evil. And we made sure of this in a special two-room museum located on the old Manhood HQ.

In one room, we placed the severed 3-foot dick of Biggest Sister. We tried to clean it and wrap it in cellophane, so that it didn’t look so gross. Around it were placed stories telling all the grim parts of the Manhood Party’s history. The other room held Biggest Sister herself. We didn’t bother to chain her, since she couldn’t possibly move with her gigantic proportions. We eased her breathing problem by hooking her up to an artificial respirator. Dr. Jarman (after divorcing her, of course!) offered her to the world as a prostitute. The money earned from this was donated towards the museum, under Chris’s care. Biggest Sister couldn’t take a moment of it, but we did nothing about her. It was Little Leila’s punishment.

Geraldine was elected President of Earth in the first democratic election worldwide. She was given a special feminine business suit to wear (no more skimpy outfits in public!), and the Lesbians designed two special wheelbarrows to carry her weight around. Even though she never wanted to be this much of a woman, she decided to keep her new female body. Later she married Mary, who became Martin Charles after becoming a man.

As for Sue and I, we gave all of our returned possessions to help the new World Government get off its feet. In June 2100, we got married in a lavish ceremony. (Sue, deciding she wanted a new niche in life, became a man and changed her name to Samuel Andrews Dvorak.) The first night of the honeymoon, we had the best sex of our lives. And nine months later, I gave birth to little Barney Wilson Dvorak. He was the first of our nine "real" children. Sam was elected to the first World Senate, but he didn’t care much for politics, so I took his place and served for nearly fifty years with distinction, until my retirement. I was a major political force to the end. And as I prepare to die at the age of 187 (87, if you don’t count my century hibernating), I finish my memoirs with this thought: I led a wonderful life, and if I had to do it all over again, I would.

THE END

 

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