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Mare's Tales - Chapter 33 ? by: Beverly Taff Once I was free of the lesbian cult, the first thing that Margaret did was to relieve me of my crotch bolt and check me over for any other possible modifications, especially microsurgical alterations. She found nothing untoward and after a few months rest and recuperation we agreed to administer the new 'femi-boy permanent vaccine' into my body. The special vaccine began to take effect and we spent several months double checking my sperm for any developments. Soon I was producing only the permanently modified sperm that would only create 'new-girls' or 'femi- men'. There was to be no going back and it would not be worth capturing me again to try and monopolise the sperm supply. My reproductive metabolism had been genetically and irreversibly changed. For my own peace of mind our next important step was to destroy the lesbian cult and this took some planning. Bernadette and I were secreted away whilst Nicholas, my other hermaphrodite 'son' was kept well protected and anonymous at Miss Lane's academy. It would have been foolhardy for myself and Bernadette to have gone to such pains to remain anonymous without ensuring Nicholas's safety. Margaret next contacted Miss Lane and Miss Green's secret networks of 'old school girls' who quickly set in motion a campaign to discredit the cult. Eventually their efforts caused the cult to self-destruct by virtually imploding. Tensions grew unbearable between the members and after a few months there was a suspicious fire followed by a cataclysmic explosion at their campus-cum-boot camp. The cult quickly withered on the vine. After reassuring ourselves of the vaccine's safety, we debated whether Bernadette should avail herself of the same vaccine but left the decision firmly in her hands. As a young 'lady' of her own mind, she readily recognised the social advantages of taking the aggressive role from the sexual impregnators and handing it to the sexual 'recipients'. However, because she was a cautious 'girl' she waited a year and watched me carefully for any unexpected side effects. Finally, after concluding it was safe, she decided to 'come in with us' and have herself vaccinated. Our newly designed vaccine carried several genetic alterations that would affect both of the new sexes. Both the 'femi-boys' and the 'new- girls', who would partner them in the new society, would enjoy some delightful modifications. It remained for us now to sit back and wait to see where our plans took us. When my other hermaphrodite 'son' Nicholas eventually came of age, she too would be given the option to join us. The delay in Nicholas's coming to maturity also gave us an escape clause if our genetic engineering threw up any unexpected complications during the new generation of femi-men's childhoods. Nicholas's unvaccinated sperm would be a 'get-out-clause' if things went terribly wrong or something unforeseen happened. As described earlier, the genetic plan was that the 'femi-men' would grow to puberty as ordinary boys with little evidence of the pleasant little surprise that lay ticking within their groins and abdomens. For the next few years I had to contain my excitement and simply watch the development of the boys all over the world as they grew up indulging their aggressive juvenile obsessions for war-games and sport. For another ten more years or so, I waited with a suppressed visceral anticipation as the day of reckoning approached and the first generation approached puberty. During this period my second 'son' Nicholas, came of age. He/she decided to delay following the 'vaccine' route taken by his parent and older 'sister' until we had a chance to double-check the consequences of our vaccinated sperm. Like his big sister Bernadette, Nicholas chose to go 'girlie' and took the name Nicholette but he was fully alert to the dangers and he kept his/her identity a well-kept secret. My experiences with the cult had been a salutary experience for us all. By their different strategies both my 'male' children kept themselves safe from kidnap. A few years later, after the first boy had reached puberty and successfully 'feminated' without any untoward side effects, Nicholette decided to join us and availed herself of the vaccine. Once she too was permanently changed there was no longer a drop of 'ordinary sperm' to be found on the whole planet. The die was cast for all mankind! And so finally to my secret satisfaction, the time bomb had exploded upon an unsuspecting world. Stepfathers watched with alarm as their twelve-year-old stepsons suddenly started growing broader hips and larger breasts than their sisters. Firstly the boys developed an itchy rash in their groins and then slowly a small groove appeared in their scrotums. As the boys scratched this unexpected irritation, the groove widened and deepened into a sticky slot. Naturally the boys could not resist investigating this strange sensitive little aperture and they would continually be found fiddling in their pants as they tried to relieve the itch. Finally the slot scabbed over then the scab fell off to reveal a divided pair of vulva lips with a fully functioning and very slippery, well-lubricated vagina. The first generation of boys quickly discovered that they had to sneak into their mother's bedrooms to 'borrow' panty liners. Parents were aghast at the unexpected developments but the boys seemed unperturbed by the changes to their bodies. The new genetic changes had also affected their minds and they resisted any psychiatric suggestions or surgical attempts to seal up the unexpected aperture. To survive the adult turmoil, they simply drew themselves closer together into tight self-supporting groups as they discussed the strange but exciting new changes to their bodies. In anticipation of the changed social developments we had also modified the genetic programming of the real girls by altering their sexual appetites. The new real girls had been genetically programmed to prefer the new femi form of the boys and they readily accepted the attractive soft rounded appearances of their newly changed brothers. Like their newly feminised brothers, the girls were also experiencing unusual changes to their bodies. Apart from the usual pubescent breast, hip and menarche developments, the girl's clitoris's became supersensitive to stimulation whilst simultaneously starting to 'migrate slowly up their vaginas. Eventually the 'new-girls' could no longer readily reach their clitoris to masturbate with their fingers. Again, like the boys, they readily adapted to the developments and quickly adapted their behaviour to satisfy their natural urges. Initially, anything that could serve as a dildo did so! Later, as society came to accept the new-girl's sexualities and libidos, dildos gained respectability and properly designed models appeared on the shelves. Because of their new unexpected changes and urgent bodily demands, the new-girls soon lost their feminine inhibitions. They recognised their own urgent masturbatory needs and refused to be held in shame if they were caught masturbating. This boldness also crossed the new gender divide and translated itself as protective support for their pretty little femi-brothers. New-girls were quick to condemn their mothers and step fathers for not being supportive and sympathetic towards the new femi-boys and their girly, giggling behaviour. By thirteen years of age both the new-girls and femi-boys were experiencing their menarche and mothers were forced to adopt closer supportive roles. 'Mother-daughter' chats expanded to accommodate 'mother-son' chats. After realising that the boys actually seemed to be enjoying their newfound duality, the mothers, (with a little prodding from their daughters,) gradually began to accept what was happening to their 'sons'. As their bodies changed so the boy's athletic performances went into reverse. Within months their sisters began to overtake them in all aspects of physical performance and height. The femi-boys stopped growing 'upwards but continued growing 'outwards' as their bodies acquired the newly attractive softly rounded contours. At fourteen 'femi-boys' were not only slower at running than their sisters but also slower than their younger brothers. With puberty the femi-boy's hips had widened more than their sisters and the pelvic angles had slanted further than their sisters to accommodate their newly ordained role. Their once lively coltish springy stride had now acquired an inviting, swaying, rolling motion that was even more provocative than the real girls. Their feet stopped growing and their knees gently turned inwards as the pelvic angles increased. With each month of change, their steps became more mincing and delicate as their stride shortened and their newly acquired gait advertised the gravid fertile promise of their loins. In the upper body area the changes also became obvious. Boy's throwing actions became even more girlish than the real girls as youthful shoulders lost all hint of any manly promise and started losing muscle. All outward appearance of skeletal masculinity was lost as the clavicle angles adjusted with puberty and their shoulders started to gently slope. By sixteen the new femi-youth was completely feminised and outclassed athletically by his contemporary sisters and younger brothers. Running became almost alien now that his hips had widened and rounded considerably more than his sister's. His heavier padded buttocks would wobble and bounce alarmingly if any serious running was attempted. Jumping and all forms of throwing now became almost impossible for him as his slender shoulders and heavy breasts precluded all but the most lady-like activities. Their once powerful natural male throwing action had now become a girlish limp-wristed flicking motion. With breasts now rarely smaller than a 'D' cup, a femi-boy's rear buttock wobble would be complemented on his upper body by a totally destabilising breast swing. As if these developments were not enough, the boy's waists reduced considerably and exaggerated the swell of their hips and breasts. In a tight corseted support swimming costume, a femi sometimes looked as if he 'might snap in half' if he tried anything strenuous. Unless he was firmly supported and corseted, it became comical to watch a femi-boy trying to run. His hip and shoulder angles would throw his limbs out to the most ridiculous positions and his swinging boobs and buttocks would soon upset his balance. Without the firm containment of a well structured 'sports corselet' a few quick strides would cause his boobs and buttocks to swing, wobble and bounce uncontrollably. Naturally the firm foundation support of his 'sports corselet' tended to restrict a femi's breathing so he was hampered either way. Either he quickly ran short of breath if he ran in the firm, supporting corselet, or he was forced to slow down and assimilate the wild gyrations of his unsupported secondary feminine features. With these constraints imposed upon them, strenuous or active pastimes inevitably became unattractive to femies. If they did partake of any such activity, their ample boobs had to be well supported, their rotund buttocks properly contained and the waspish waists securely buttressed with boned corselets to reinforce the overloaded abdominal muscles and spine. A femi's 'sport corselet' with its special abdominal boning support, was a masterpiece of sexy lingerie combined with foundation engineering. This newly developed boob bounce and buttock wobble soon became a provocative marker of femi-boy lifestyle and invariably had to be firmly contained by substantial but feminine bras, panty-girdles and panty-corselets even for normal life. Perversely, these newly required garments had to be of the most frilly and evocative design. Femi-boys had been genetically programmed to develop a particularly intense preoccupation and fondness for the most feminine and frilly apparel. Invariably the visible panty line of any femi underwear was noticeable as a heavily etched lacy border under their soft silky clothes. Naturally these tastes were also reflected in their outer clothing. Femies were hopelessly addicted to soft silky delicate stretch fabrics that accentuated their swollen curves and advertised their sexy but restrictive underwear. A femi's underwear was almost always visible under her dress on all but the coldest of days. Even when cold conditions dictated heavier trousers, the scalloped lacy VPL always gave a provocative hint of what lay underneath. Another important Femi pubescent development was the gradual appearance of the second urethra behind the root of their penises and just in front of the newly dividing scrotum. This little trick of puberty was a particularly important factor in equalising the battles of the sexes. At puberty, femi-boys soon realised that they would have to learn to copy their sisters in every aspect of feminine hygiene as they were progressively compelled to start sitting down whilst urinating. As puberty advanced, what first appeared as an irritating drip behind their penis soon became a worrisome dribble. The acidic urine started to sting the dividing scrotum slot if the boys did not quickly adopt scrupulously clean habits. During puberty, panty liners became a necessity and panties had to be changed at least two or even three times a day. Later however, as the dribble steadily increased, it evolved into a controllable flow equal to that emitted from their penis. On completion of puberty, femi-boys urinated equal volumes from both apertures simultaneously. Eventually though, with the extra practice during the puberty years, they normally regained control of their wayward juvenile bladders by the end of puberty. Nevertheless, there was to be no escape from this newfound femininity. For the rest of their lives, femies had to sit to pee! Socially the roles became reversed in many other areas. Constrained by their bovine 'udders' and rounded buttocks it soon became the femi- boy's function to linger wistfully on the sports-field sidelines and simper admiringly whilst their sisters enjoyed the action on the field. In height of course, they no longer challenged their sisters. On average, they stood a good four to six inches shorter than their real-girl sisters and they could therefore no longer force their desires. With the roles reversed femi-boys became the hunted, not the hunters. Instead, the femi-boy was now the smaller, weaker, hopeful seeker of sexual favours from his larger more athletic sister. Additionally he was now vulnerable to rape from his own femi-brothers if they were stronger or more aggressive than he. This risk of rape was further aggravated by the femi-boy's lingering residual powerful masculine libido that propelled every femi-boy into contradictory confusion. Every femi-boy wanted to indulge in male penetrative sex and his powerful urges compelled him to try. However all femies were terrified of being raped and their weak, wasp-waisted, rounded, effeminate little bodies only served to emphasise their vulnerable duality. Courtship and any resultant consensual sex act between two young femies became a delightful string of contradictions. If two femies met and chose to indulge, it was invariably a coquettish pas-de-deaux as they tried to size each other up and decide who was to penetrate the other first. Once decided, the act might ensue doggie fashion. The first 'male dog' would indulge his passion by eagerly introducing his pretty little penis into his 'bitch partner's' overly large vagina and indulge himself until his pleasures were spent. Next came the real test of trust as the first 'bitch' then tried to persuade the 'dog' to reciprocate the favours. If they really cared for each other the first 'dog' would then bend over and lower his panties to present the other 'bitch' with the delights of his newly changed body. At this stage, around their late teens to early twenties, femies only possessed small penises and loose vaginas. This made them unattractive to real girls for a young femi's undeveloped penis could not properly reach a real girl's ascended clitoris. Consequently, in their early years of sexual exploration, femies only tended to date femies and simply use their partner's loose slippery vagina as a receptacle to masturbate into. During this phase, real girls rarely indulged in sex with their young contemporary femies because their penises were too small. They usually masturbated with dildos and concentrate on their education and careers. During these early years such sexual exploration usually cemented a femi's first affections for another and they would usually engage upon a meaningful short-term relationship that could last until a pair of real girls chose one of the femies to become their partner. This more mature development naturally broke up any teenaged 'femi puppy love' relationship but the separated young lovers would invariably remain as 'firm friends'. This friendship usually endured without any further sexual intimacy unless later authorised by the girls. (Usually to make their femi pregnant and ready for mothering duties, but more of that later.) Alternately, after a 'first teenaged conjugation'; the first 'male' 'dog' femi might betray any sense of trust or obligation and leave without returning his love by letting the first 'female' 'bitch' femi fulfill his own needs. This would invariably leave the 'bitch' feeling betrayed and the 'male' 'dog femi' would quickly gain a reputation for being a 'bastard'. This could affect his hopes of parenting in later life, but I will explain this later. As I strolled the streets incognito, it was strange but peculiarly satisfying see that now the owners of the penises were the ones who moved circumspectly. They felt forced to act with due regard to any possible accusation of sexual provocation and only went alone in places that avoided any potential ambush situations. Nervous femi eyes would lower demurely whenever any of the remaining, sterile (dirty old men) cast covetous eyes towards any likely looking attractive 'newborn' femi. Old men were becoming rare however; the comet's radiation that sterilised them had also accelerated the advent of prostate cancer. The older species of male was quickly dying out at an accelerating rate. With this demise, the whole behaviour of society took on a new dimension, and I for one, felt it to be for the better. Violent crime statistics started to fall as the battle of the sexes took on a completely new twist. The term 'femi-man' or 'femi-boy soon became shortened and the word, 'femi' entered all languages as the standard term for the new hermaphrodite gender. I had to confess, 'femi' was certainly an apt word. Just about every obvious external aspect of their appearances screamed, feminine! I'm here! Look at me! I'm pretty, I'm vulnerable I'm slow and I'm feeble. Take me! Socially, femies looked exactly what they had become, smaller, wasp-waisted, vulnerable little girls! For real girls however, the situation also had its complications. They could never be completely sure if the young individual they were attracted to was actually a true femi or a real girl for there was no telltale bulge in their panties Some real girls still tended to slender waists and some femies were occasionally a little taller than average. The statistical frequency wasn't high but it was enough to demand circumspection when real girls were looking for a permanent femi partner. If and when a real girl was considering a more intimate long- term relationship, then the contents of a femi's corselet became an issue. Otherwise, from external appearances only, it was still ifficult to be sure of a young individual's sex unless the femi advertised his condition. Fortunately however, they almost invariably did. It was here in this new sexual arena that the new sex wars began to manifest themselves in fashion terms. Femi lingerie quickly became a whole new division of the fashion industry that rapidly grew to the same proportions as their sister's activities. Department stores took on a completely different complexion as male clothing departments atrophied and were supplanted by whole new lingerie departments devoted to femies. Initially, as the first femi boys appeared, it was amusing to watch mothers having to adapt their own behaviour and underwear by taking their embarrassed pubescent femi-sons into their own lingerie departments for 'first fittings' of panties and girdles. As the years passed however, and the new social conditions eventually stabilised, mature femies began to take over that role to help their own offspring. Femi bras, special panties and panty-corselets soon took on a whole new identity, as frilly designs were adapted to accommodate the duality of the femi's genitalia and his extreme bodily dimensions. Lingerie parties became the new form of femi bonding similar to the old days of a father taking a son for his first pint. For each young femi, the advent of his pubescent transition became a ceremonial occasion shared by all the family. It came to replace the old religious ceremonies like the Bar Mitzvah or confirmation. The femi-boy's time became apparent by the advent of stains in the crotch of his underwear and also by his newly furtive attempts to seek privacy when attending calls of nature. He no longer stood casually with his friends and urinated against a handy object as he had done all through his previous boyhood. Gradually his behaviour became more circumspect as he had to stop playing and slip discreetly away behind some handy bushes or seek a proper lavatory to drop his panties and attend to the increasing duality of his urination. To address the new social order, hotels and clubs now had special function rooms with private intimate party facilities where a family could celebrate that special day. Here, adult relatives, close family friends and near neighbours would be invited to witness the transition. Mothers and femi-fathers would sit misty eyed and proud as they watched their 'sons' ceremonially surrender their football boots and raise their arms submissively for the captive embrace of their first especially stiff, tight corselet. The fitting and lacing of this first corselet was a special ceremony that was usually performed by a religious leader or a particular guest of honour. Yes, all the world's religions had been forced to adapt!) Finally sisterly hugs and kisses invariably followed as older siblings and friends welcomed their newly qualified kin across the sexual threshold. The newly inducted femi would then celebrate his new status by wobbling anxiously on his first pair of heels as he danced stiff- backed and breathless with each and every adult guest. Younger male siblings were of course barred and naughty young boys always considered it a challenge to try and spy secretly on the proceedings in an effort to garnish some of the 'secrets' of the ceremonial transition. One thing was certain of the mystery. The younger boys knew that once their older friends and brothers had entered the celebrations, they rarely rejoined their old friends. Even if a particularly recalcitrant boy tried to resist progress and resume playing football games with his old friends, it would only be a short while before nature and his bodily changes forced him to relinquish the strenuous boyish games. The only thing that the younger boys could be certain of was that 'transition' would come to them all. Amongst the new femies, several masculine traits remained. Apart from the obvious genital arrangements, the most noticeable noticeable traits were a lasting sense of competitiveness and the powerful libido. Femies still felt it essential to compete with their colleagues for status and position especially in the work place. This created several paradoxes if a particularly competitive femi clashed with a girl. Usually the femies now adopted the servile menial roles in the workplace but occasionally, a particularly bright or competitive femi might clash with a girl. Almost invariably this femi would find his efforts frustrated by the patronising condescension of the real girl as she combined her natural feminine wiles with her now superior strength. Many a frustrated femi would find his ambitions thus thwarted and return home in tears to beat his tiny fists feebly on some inanimate inoffensive object. Reasoned negotiation and pleading became the only tools at a femi's disposal in the work place. Real girls would easily see right through any flirting or feminine guile and any pretence of 'poor little me' cut no ice. Another paradoxical occasion when femies became frustrated was while watching football games. Their lingering male competitiveness caused them to become hugely involved in team supporter activities when the sports stadiums vibrated to their shrieks of hysterical support as they followed their favourite teams. Squeals of ecstatic delight would erupt when their girl-team scored and sobs of despair would follow a defeat. Intense femi emotions ran infinitely higher than ever did the old male supporter's feelings. Instead of beer cans and violence however, the young femi supporters needed extra panty liners. As the femi crowds minced feverishly into the stadiums, they would pause at the vendors selling regalia, to buy some panty-liners in their team colours. These were to deal the inevitable 'tiny accidents' when their frustrated emotions overwhelmed them and their femi bladders betrayed their feverish impassioned tensions. Both on and off the field, girl football stars would be followed with doe-eyed simpering adulation whenever they made a dramatic or spectacular move or hit the news. Another problem for femies was that, despite the reduced levels of modified testosterone still present in their 'now ascended' testicles, the hybridised hormone was still present in sufficient quantities to power their libidos above the old masculine levels. Femies found themselves with strong sexual drives that, when coupled with their provocative features and bimbo-ish preoccupations with their appearances, continually laid them bare to the demands of their own metabolisms. In short, it was difficult for a femi to say no to another femi but the female state of 'being penetrated' was still a reinforcement of their vulnerability. A femi felt particularly betrayed and cheated if his penetrative partner did not immediately 'change ends' after orgasming and submit to reciprocal penetration. This sense of betrayal was reinforced by the initially masculine nature of the femi orgasm. As young femies, their undeveloped 'pretty little penises' only experienced a very short high-peaked explosive little ejaculation. Their large slippery vaginas enjoyed very little stimulation from these undeveloped penises so the bitch femi got little sexual satisfaction. It would be several years into child rearing and milk production before a femi's body allowed him to savour the deeper 'all-over' waves of the longer lasting warmer female orgasm. Marriage and child rearing therefore became a hugely important biological necessity in a femi's life if he was to attain complete, dual satisfaction. At clubs and social functions, new-girls would wag their heads in wonder at the confused promiscuity amongst younger femies. Fortunately, as a result of our genetic engineering, femies were immune to most socially transmitted diseases and contraception amongst young unmarried femies was not an issue. Disloyalty and 'philandering amongst young femies however, was a very serious issue for real girls and if a femi had gained a 'reputation' for not reciprocating a sexual favour, then woe betide him when his mothering instincts clicked in. This was done by the girl's newly programmed pheromones. Once married, the new-girls actually physically controlled their femi-partner's metabolism without actually committing a conscious act. For example, femies were unable to conceive unless they lived in very close and long-term intimate proximity with at least two new-girls. Their sensitive metabolisms could only start to ovulate when intimately exposed to the new-girl's trigger pheromones. These same pheromones also triggered the final maturation in a femi's long sexual development. Once a femi was inducted into a permanent mature relationship the girl's pheromones caused his penis to finally grow to its predicted genetic mature size. This development now enabled the femi to reach the girl's embedded clitorises, which were now buried some way above the old 'G spot'. After a few months of marriage the femi's penis would eventually have grown large enough to reach the clitoris of each girl and both girls could finally savour the satisfaction of a total, natural orgasm. Thus did the femi become an essential part of the new relationship. The pheromone system was another of our genetic engineering tricks to stabilise the catastrophic deterioration in morality since the comet. The pheromone system worked on the same lines as the mole rat colonies. In each relationship both of the new-girls exuded these special pheromones, which then combined to activate and control the femi's ovulation cycle. Even then however a femi could only conceive a girl child for his eggs could never be penetrated by any XY sperm. Only a real girl's eggs responded to the femi's modified XY spermatozoa. Sadly however, the increased size of a married femi's penis now made him attractive to other unmarried younger new-girls. It was in this area that any femi who once had a tendency to be a 'philanderer' now had to be watched like a hawk. Knowing this in advance, real girls would employ considerable circumspection when choosing a partner for a lifelong 'heterosexual' relationship with a view to rearing children. A femi with a tendency to wander was not a new-girl's ideal choice. Naturally, because of both sexes being able to conceive girls whilst only new-girls could conceive femies, there was a birth ratio of two new-girls to every femi. To redress this imbalance, polygamy became acceptable and the ordinary relationship usually involved at least two new-girls married to one femi. Inevitably, in each relationship, it became the new-girl's task to rein in their femi partner's appetites once a matrimonial knot was sealed. Chastity devices began to appear, firstly on the shelves of sex shops, next in pharmacists, then finally on general display in the supermarkets as the social mores became established. Usually they were to be found alongside the new-girls dildos. Eventually, a new wedding ring on a femi's finger usually came to mean a chastity device in his panties especially if no children had yet been born of the marriage. Aside from chastity devices, another way for a pair of new-girls to control their wayward femi partner was to use the femi's own natural instincts against him. The intensity of a femi's emotions were particularly manifest in his parental bonding. Femies made extremely close and affectionate mothers who suffered enormous distress if separated from their babies. If a femi partner looked like straying, it was a simple step for the new-girls to have him made pregnant by another femi. (Usually the partner of another close trusted female couple or better still, the earlier femi who had been his youthful partner and had now also grown a mature adult sized penis.) Once pregnant the femi usually became intensely loyal because of the powerful 'mother-infant' bond. The femi had to remain close to his new- girl partners in order to remain close to his own children. This was because the new-girls had changed the law and new-girls invariably got custody of all the children if a partnership broke up. A femi was thus bound to remain loyal. It was a simple legal and biological way to reinforce the family structure and repair the destructive culture of promiscuity that the comet had caused. Another stabilising factor was the 'mothers milk' issue. Once a femi bore a child, his milk remained with him for many years and it was impossible to dry him up. Indeed if femies tried to dry their milk up too soon, their large breasts began to ache unbearably and their nipples became agonisingly cracked and sore. A femi would invariably develop a serious mammary infection if he tried to stop his milk flow prematurely and it soon became the custom to let femies suckle all the children of the partnership. It quickly became apparent to new-girls that the femi would have to become the suckling partner in the relationship and invariably the femi assumed the role of breast-feeding the real girl's children as well. New-girls would therefore briefly breast feed their own children for a few months to satisfy their own maternal instincts then hand the suckling infant to their femi for further brooding. To ease the family through these longer years of child suckling, the femi invariably had to give up his job. This was rarely a hardship however, for the two or sometimes more remaining new-girls would remain working and their multiple salaries would continue coming into the 'multi-parent' household. This left the femi free to concentrate on feeding all the children continuously right up to and often past school starting age. It became the norm to see femies with several children from babes in arms through to nine and ten-year-olds enjoying the bountiful milk of their femi's abundant breasts. Often some of the children would be the same age after having been born simultaneously of different partners. Usually such older siblings would share a femi-breast apiece and smile to each other as they shared the ultimate security of their femi's breasts. Thus a family's normal routine would be as follows. he new-girls would rise and prepare breakfast whilst the femi fed her brood with the first feed of the morning. Once the new-girls had gone to work, the older children would be taken to school then the femi would get on with the domestic chores cleaning the house and such like during the morning. Come lunchtime the femi would collect her older children from school then relish the daily visit to her 'parenting group'. This event filled the whole afternoon and usually took place in a park if the weather was fine. If it was cold, then they usually met in a community hall or restaurant. As they took their business lunch breaks, new-girls would gaze in condescending affection at the site of busy contented femies sitting collectively like milk-cows in 'parenting groups' whilst their children gambolled around them and took their turns at their femi's breasts. The role of the 'village pump' had been permanently reversed. Now it was the femies who gathered to chatter more than the new-girls. The only difference between cattle and the femies being that the femies chatted and giggled intelligently instead of just sitting bovinely and 'chewing the cud'. There was another factor that also separated the femies from cattle. If one sat patiently and watched a group of suckling femies for long enough, one would eventually see each nursing femi begin to squirm and twitch discreetly as the repeated attention to his nipples began to excite his other responses. Slowly, as his nipples received constant attention from his children, his loins would dampen and a warm slow wave of pleasure would begin to build up inside him. Eventually the femi would experience a rush of intense orgasmic satisfaction as the dam burst and he savoured an 'all over tingling glow' of 'female' pleasure. In each chattering group, a suckling femi would gradually fall dreamily silent and gape distractedly into space as this 'female' orgasm drove urgent tingling forces to take control of his libido. When this happened the other femies would quickly sense what was happening and gather round protectively into a tighter intimate group. Thus the female orgasms invariably came to each and every femi during the afternoon until all the femi's breasts were finally emptied of the 'afternoon-milk' and rested lighter in their nursing bras. This female orgasm also triggered a rush of natural sugars into the femi's milk and the suckling child's eyes would suddenly widen with pleasure as the milk became suddenly sweeter. Older children soon realised this and quickly concluded that it was the 'late bird' that captured the 'nicest worm'. Consequently, the older children learned that it was better to wait whilst their unknowing younger siblings prepared the ground by slowly stimulating their femi's nipples with soft toothless gums. After the un-knowing infants had satiated their hunger with ordinary milk, their older brothers and sisters would eagerly latch onto the breast in anticipation of a flood of the sweeter 'honey-milk'. The older children also learned that a gentle rasp with their newly cut teeth would quickly trigger their femi's responses. If two older children were simultaneously suckling they would exchange knowing glances as they gently played their teeth over the nipples then shared the delightful treat, as the sweet sticky 'honey milk' suddenly surged into their mouths. There was no perversion accorded to this development. It was readily recognised as an essential bonding between each nursing femi and his older children. If the older children were disobedient or naughty then the simple threat of, 'No sweetie-milk for you this afternoon.' was threat enough. This special sweet milk also provided the older children with a fresh burst of energy as the natural sugars stimulated their growing brains and bodies. After savouring such a sugary treat the older children invariably left the breast and went into a brief hyperactive stage of play. This usually brought the group suckling sessions to a lively climactic end and it also created an even tighter bond between the older children and their femi's. With their heavy 'udders' temporarily emptied of milk the femies were able to lay down the helpless nursing infants to sleep in the baby- buggies whilst they indulged in some gentle play with their older children. Up until the age of about five, a femi could still try to compete with her scampering children in a game of chase or ball, however their spatial awareness skills were so poor that they rarely managed to beat their five-year-olds at ball catching or chase. After the age of six, children had long outstripped their femies athleticism and that was a sign they were ready to give up the breast and start school. To this end between the ages of six and ten, children attended morning schools before their femies picked them up to go to the afternoon mothering groups. It was at these morning schools that the children gradually learned to eat solid foods and come off the milk. These morning schools also gave the femi a brief respite to rest after the housework and feed herself the extra high calcium 'brunch' she needed to fill her breasts in anticipation of the extra-long afternoon mothering sessions. Then come midday, each femi would be found with swollen loaded breasts and her younger infants in the special buggy waiting at the school gates to collect her older children. There were no cars. When femies became pregnant, they lost virtually all their spatial awareness skills and found it impossible to continue driving a car. Consequently they invariably walked (or rather waddled,) everywhere. Subsequently, femi social life became a sort of introspective village existence that centred on 'the village pump'. The only time that femies traveled further afield was during weekend family outings when the new-girls shared the driving or during annual family vacations. After school it was therefore just a short walk to the parenting group were the femies settled down to nurturing their children. Finally as the afternoon wore on and the games were over, the femies would reluctantly give up their group gatherings and waddle slowly home in smaller groups with their precious charges contentedly fast asleep in the multiple baby buggies. When they arrived home, they would usually find one of their new-girl partners already returned from work and they would share the meal preparations in anticipation of the arrival of the other new-girl or occasionally, new-girls. During this early evening activity the femi would usually be in a constant mild state of sexual stimulation having only enjoyed the female part of their orgasms in the parenting group. Without the intervention of one or both girl partners however, suckling alone would not completely fill the femi's sexual needs. It needed new- girl 'trigger pheromones' and the warm tight embrace of a loving receptive new-girl's vagina to finalise a femi's ultimate dual satisfaction. This was done by combining the warm slow build up of the longer lasting, all-embracing female orgasm, with the climatic male explosive finale. It was not a 'one way street' however. Those same tight fitting vaginas were filled to bursting by the femi's pheromone-enlarged penis and the embedded clitorises enjoyed the ultimate caress of a femi's engorged organ. The femi's penis was an essential part of the marriage. After dinner was finished in the evenings, in the privacy of their homes the same feelings would once again overtake femies. The new-girls would settle down to watch the news whilst the femi suckled their children with the final evening feed in front of his real girl partners. Consequently, in the course of each day's childrearing, the femi would never quite reach the ultimate dual orgasmic peaks of delight and he invariably found himself keyed up towards bedtime. For a married femi therefore, the duality of his orgasm was a manifestation of his newly acquired status. His female orgasms reinforced his love and affections towards his children whilst the grand finale of a male orgasm through his newly enlarged and sensitised penis expressed his immense passion for his real girl partners. Each bedtime after the children were asleep, the femi would be found glancing expectantly and hopefully towards either or both his partners as his loins twitched with dampening anticipation. Usually all the new-girl partners would indulge him for they also had increased urges caused by the sharing of their pheromones. Girls knew it was important to keep their femi contented. Each month however, the pheromones caused all partners enter their menstrual cycle simultaneously and be forced to forgo sex for several days. Once again it was the powerful new-girl pheromones that triggered the coincidental menstruations. Fortunately, during the days preceding the mutual cycle, the femi became particularly loving and patient and this compensated for the new-girl's pre-menstrual tensions. The femi's breasts became particularly abundant and the sweetie-milk flowed continuously for several days. The hormonal menstrual changes in the femi made this sweetie-milk slightly soporiphic which served to keep the peace in the tense family cycle. When the two menstruating girls became fractious the children soon learned to avoid them. They would creep to their femi's breasts and savour the delicious nectar that would quickly send them into a contented sleep. After an intense bout of suckling all the children would be packed off to bed and sleep peacefully through any rows or unpleasantness that might ensue from the new-girl's pre-menstrual tension. Furthermore, the new-girls also knew that their femi's 'sweetie-milk' also helped to settle them down. The same soporiphic milk sugars also eased the menstrual cramps and it quickly became the established norm for pre-menstrual girls to suckle their pre-menstrual femi, usually in the quiet privacy of the marital bed, after the children were sleeping. This activity would invariably make the femi hopelessly horny but unable to satisfy his needs because of the trio's menstrual cycles. For several days the femi would be left hanging in tension with his body twanging like a violin string. Some femies savoured this suspense whilst others found it fearsome. Fortunately however the relief was always ecstatic. Come the end of their mutual cycle, the partners would indulge in a tempestuous bout of intense lovemaking. Then it was that the femi's enlarged penis came into its own for after their cycle all new-girls needed sex as a mammal needs air. This intense dependency was caused by the fixative nature of the new- girls combined pheromones. Once married, the new-girl's pheromones produced a chemical locking key that turned the marriage into a totally dependent unit. The femi could only orgasm with his married new-girl partners and they could only orgasm with him. Oh how the roles had been reversed! If a partnership was broken up, (nearly always by accidental death or illness,) it would take several years of patient pheromone assimilation before another partner could make up the numbers and return it to a normal relationship. Finally the issue of the femi's milk had another function. Once the children were all grown up, the femi continued lactating until his menopause and the milk was used for various medical purposes. The premenstrual femi milk was used to treat unmarried new-girls pre- menstrual cramps and its soporiphic content was used in many pharmaceutical procedures. The 'normal' afternoon milk with its high- energy sugars was used to produce safe high-energy drinks. Thus a completely new pharmaceutical grew up around the excess femi milk and their continuous lactation provided femies with their own independent income all the way to the menopause.. Thus was the new society formed?

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Several years ago I wrote the story HEELS which told the tale of a man and a magical pair of stiletto heel pumps which allowed the gentleman the ability to change into a fully functional female on a purely elective, part-time bases. Well, as fate would have it, another pair of those rather unique high heels has come into the possession of yet another young man. In a serialized, five part Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist (TAG), I have tried to explore how an avowed heterosexual...

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Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist 5 Confession Is Good For The Soul

Several years ago I wrote the story HEELS which told the tale of a man and a magical pair of stiletto heel pumps which allowed the gentleman the ability to change into a fully functional female on a purely elective, part-time bases. Well, as fate would have it, another pair of those rather unique high heels has come into the possession of yet another young man. In a serialized, five part Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist (TAG), I have tried to explore how an avowed heterosexual...

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Mares Tales 24

Mare's Tales - Chapter 24 ? by: Beverly Taff Margaret and I arrived in the farmyard as they were clambering out of the chopper that had landed in the paddock. Dot had heard the clatter and warned the centaurs to hide. She appeared in the yard and joined our welcoming committee to greet my parents and the children. The older children carried the younger ones piggyback style as they scampered towards us. We braced ourselves to receive the onslaught and they crashed joyfully into us...

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Thousand Tales

A Thousand Tales   A Thousand Tales By [email protected] Valerie Ceru closed her checkbook and put her favorite pen back in the pocket of her washed-out, hopelessly blood stained white apron.? She shook hands with each of the sisters in turn, Trung Nhi and Trung Truc.? They thanked her effusively, but she should really have been the one to thank them.? She could always count on the Vietnamese sisters to bring home the bacon, so to speak.? She knew that they hunted from a blind...

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Myths Tales and Rumors

by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities of desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy. Friday morning, Jane was pouring another cup of coffee as she just finished giving her husband a loving kiss and sent him off to work. She sat and began to organize her mind of the chores she needed to accomplish. Change the bedding, laundry, shopping...well, she thought, ‘we do need food, but I’m also going to splurge and get a new sexy nighty.’ She was hoping...

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Tales Of Sport And Hunting Part Two

III and IV are next, both together. Then, the conclusion to this memorable day. I don't know what was up with that first link... Here's a version I'm now happy with so I guess it actually worked out. Thank you so much for the positive reaction to Affairs of a Family in Sin! That meant a lot to me and there will be more to come! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Volume...

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Laundry Tales 09 Nude Fianc

************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois July 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade...

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Laundry Tales 08 Droit De Seigneur

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself and they can be read in any order. ************************************************* The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my...

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Tales From the Netherworlds

The Netherworlds. There are a countless number of them in the universe, all with their own societies and customs. Why, nearly anything you could think of could be represented in the form of one of these demonic worlds. A world that has been converted into a gigantic spa resort run by slimes that poison their customers instead of detoxifying them? Why not? A planet-sized brothel that contains only prinny sex workers? Go for it. How about a world that is made entirely of pastries, populated by...

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Tales of the Whores of Kaenor

There are those who say Kaenor is the finest city in the world. Certainly, there is nowhere where more cultures mix, where more peoples and races and secrets can be found. Much of this is due to its location, on a peninsula that makes the northern half of the Straight of Swords, which separates two great seas. To the west is the Endless Ocean, stretching out to strange lands beyond the horizon. When the wind blows from this cold, deep sea, the city is beset by storms or shrouded in thick fogs...

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TRAVELS GAY TALES

TRAVELS (GAY TALES)As a follow-up to my Lesbian Tales entitled TRAVELS, I will use the same approach with gay men telling stories about their sex life when they are travelling.ROBERT (30 years-old. Single. Top gay. American. Clean-cut and handsome salesman.)I was told Switzerland was pretty uptight when it came to sex. I don’t know if it depends which part of Switzerland you go to, but I found Geneva very open-minded. I travel to a different country in Western Europe every two years. I started...

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Tales of a HustlerMe and Lil Bro

Tales of a Hustler---Me and lil Bro---The Best Summer EverSummer had arrived non too soon, as usual. I never cared for the colder months. Fuck some snow---I can see it on TV.Out on summer break, my lil Bro Dustin had called and said he really wanted to come and spend some time with me. Only seeing him every few weeks at a time, the last couple of years had left him wanting. I told him one night in one of our intimate bro on bro talks, that he really needed to find someone closer to his age. He...

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Tales of the Season Kendras Story

Tales of the Season: Kendra's Story by Tigger Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that no fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") *and* provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its...

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Tabloid Tales Memphis Interlude

Back when Paul1952 published "Sultan's Choice", I asked if I could set a story in the Tabloid Tales universe. He was kind enough to say yes. He was also kind enough to read this story before I posted it and correct some mistakes that I had made in my use of British terms. Thank you, Paul, for your time, your kindness, and your stories. Ellie Tabloid Tales: Memphis Interlude By Ellie Dauber Copyright 1999 The Wheatsheaf Pub -- Wapping London -- October '99 It was...

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Mares Tales 12

Mare's Tales - by: Beverly Taff Chapter 12 Thus we all obtained places at the same university. The college?s objections to the expense of providing suitable facilities for so many seriously disabled students were quickly swept aside by my father who promised to pay for the modification of a whole house for our benefit. He also promised to donate it to the university to facilitate disabled students following after us. This was too good an opportunity for the university to...

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Mares Tales 22

Mare's Tales - Chapter 22 ? by: Beverly Taff Dot had swiftly cleared most of the evidence of the centaurs but the specially adapted furniture could not be hidden. It was too heavy for one girl to move. As we sat in the drawing room I could see Bill studying the strange furniture and trying to fathom out the functions of the assorted pieces without arm rests and unusually high seats. Margaret and I studiously ignored his curiosity until he pointedly asked what they were for. We...

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Lexis Tales Casino

Lexi's Tales: Casino By Dani Hendrix The sounds and scents of a casino at two in the morning are a sight to behold. It is a raging tornado of greed, gluttony, envy, and lust whose pull cannot be ignored. That "pull" as I call it, of a casino, is what makes it so dangerous. Souls are lost to the pull in casinos; another sinful casualty of the decadence machine. It's the pull of money, of sex, of power. That pull is addicting, like a needle or a cunt; it drags men back into...

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