New Order
By Horuvex
jrja@mail.ru
September 2005

When the first bio-altercation weapons were employed during the Great War they ravaged the world far worse than the initial engineered plagues ever did. Unlike the plagues, they were random. They were cooked in the soup of the war labs buried beneath the great cities of earth and released with zero testing. Millions died.

Oddly, when the remnants of mankind managed to organize themselves in the decades after the war, things would be forever changed in the human species. Many of the viruses and genetic diseases had remained dormant in the survivors. Soon after rebuilding though it became apparent amongst the men that they were decreasing in mass. As a year passed men around the world found themselves looking up to the women in their lives. Before long the average man stood a head shorter than an average woman. They relied on women for protection. It wasn't long before matriarchy began to emerge around the world.

John was a survivor in the land that used to be known as the pacific northwest. The old boarders had long been forgotten. He lived in a small community near the sea that had managed to rebuild a semblance of modern life through working with a number of similar communities in the region. His wife had slowly become taller than him as all the others had. One evening after he came back from work he found to his dismay that she was taller than he had remembered... or he was shorter? He found himself looking at her smooth pale cleavage as he came in the door. She smiled down at him and grinned.

"How can you smile at this...mutation??" John exclaimed.

His wife, Selene, smiled wider and said, "I love it. I admit it. I mean I feel so much safer when I go out and I feel so strong and confident. I was offered a position on the city council today. With women running things we won't need to worry about another war ever again John."

John's face went red in embarrassment and horror. He had long worked for a place of leadership in the community. "What are you talking about? Have you seen the way the teenaged kid down the street is treated by the girls on his way home from school every day? They always tease him and push him around. The other day his parents had to keep him home because some older girl who was twice as high as him tried to get him to eat her out! She nearly asphyxiated him. And your wonderful council denied it was rape. They told him he should have been with a woman to be safe! This mutation is making women more aggressive. If anything we will have more wars sooner! Besides I have more experience for such a job than you anyway."

Selene smiled patronizingly at him, something altogether new. "You haven't complained about my aggressiveness John. In face you usually praise it."

John realized he was still on the front step and blushed, pushing past her into the house. She watched him walk by in obvious pleasure at his reduced stature. He knew he wasn't the only man going through this. He collapsed into an oversized chair and tried to ignore the fact that Selene was watching him and it was making him aroused and yet nervous. He was quickly losing his ability to have a say in the relationship.

Behind him she said, "John do you know the Jensens down the street?"

John answered, pleased she had changed the subject, "Yes?"

"Well Cynthia said her husband quit his job and has agreed to allow her to bring home...other men."

John's mind screamed in warning. "She's fucking more than one man in the one house?!"

"That's a vulgar way of putting it John. She told me she has three other boys that help out in the house now. You know how the young boys these days are so short? They need help."

Short was an understatement, he had seen sixteen year olds only as tall as his wife's waist on girls' their own age. "But that's enslavement! That's not r-"

Selene cut him off, "Oh pish posh, they want to be there, they revere her. She's educating them to respect women. You should have seen it." She tittered to herself and continued, "The took my coat and called me ma'am and one even knelt down to take my shoe off. He was so freaking cute."

John leapt up, "Enough. Let's talk about something else Selene." He looked up at her and she smiled down at him.

"What's for dinner?" He asked.

He felt a pressure on the back of his head as she shoved his face into her chest. "I don't know big man! I already ate, but maybe you want to eat like Cynthia's new boys do."

John stumbled back and shook his head, she was getting worse every night, ever since last month when he had lost 2 inches in one night due to the disorder. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't want to talk about it I thought."

"Cynthia breast feeds those boys??"

Selene nodded and looked at him disinterestedly, "Mmmhmm...they won't eat normal food anymore. She weaned them off it."

John was astounded, "She weaned them OFF solids?"

Cynthia arched an eyebrow at him as he repeated what she said, then she smiled. "Wanna give it a try Johnny?"

John snapped, "You know I hate being called that. No. I want some real food. I'm not some mutant cripple kid."

Cynthia shrugged and walked away. "Suit yourself."

That night when they had sex Cynthia straddled him like she had taken to doing all week and made rough love to him, making him forget all the day's problems as she took him inside her. He even sucked on her breasts like she had offered and had tasted her. At first he had gagged, but she had soothed him gently and before long he had drunk half a cup of her rich creamy milk.

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The next few days went by much the same. With Cynthia going on about other friends of theirs who had been living differently. Then perhaps a week later John came home one day to find his wife's breasts above his head, her sly smile on her lips as he looked up to her. "Hello boy," She said softly.

He choked back tears as he moved inside the house. As he stood in the bedroom fighting the tears back she came in. He could feel her presence behind him. The bed seemed to loom higher than ever before and he felt inadequate in this room. She was too big, too much for him to handle anymore. It was absurd. No wonder Cynthia's husband had agreed to other males. He wanted help. But Selene had never asked John for it. She seemed to take a sinister pleasure in lording her size over him, all alone.

Selene watched her small husband with intellectual smoldering blue eyes. She stepped forward and pulled back her dark brown hair and bit her full bottom lip delicately, thinking. John felt her touch his shoulder, "Baby..."

He blinked and felt like one, even though she had meant it as a loving nickname. Then he heard the sound of her unzipping her jeans and he smelt her musty scent. He knew what she was doing and when he looked up he could see her in the reflection of the glass on the night stand. Her reflected form was stretched out and she had one hand shoved down her pale jeans, her face was contorted in pleasure as she stared down at him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Some new instinct that he had never known before was rising in him. He felt his muddled mind fumble with this new urge. Selene towered behind him in the reflection and for a moment seemed... more than a human woman. More of a superior species to stand in awe of. Then the feeling was gone and he felt his cock bulge in his pants. He saw her hand rise behind him and surrendered to the inevitable as she shoved him forward onto the mattress.

She ravaged him for six hours in dozens of ways.

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John quit his job the next day by not going. As so many of his colleagues had, he surrendered his job to some young graduate and let his wife persuade him to help keep house and stay home, safe. Now for a month John was groomed for the domestic role, until of course his wife came home one day...

Selene opened the door and ran right into John, her tight jeans hitting him, her belly button bumping his face and sending him sprawling. He stood up in shock and looked up at her, her bared navel at eye level to him. "No!!!" He screamed.

"Oh my God!!!" He wailed as she looked down at him curiously.

Then she grinned, "Hello Johnny."

He winced looked up at her to correct her. She put a hand on her hip and then shattered his world, "Hello my little boy."

John's mouth opened in surprise and her voice went sly and taunting, "My pet."

John shouted back at her, "Enough!"

She stepped closer to him and rubbed her hand over his head, she caressed it lovingly. "Baby?" She raised her eye-brows and continued, "Shut-up." She smiled again. "Now honey, I'm hungry."

"I didn't feel like anything."

"You haven't eaten in two days John, what's up?"

"Nothing."

She tilted her head and squatted down to look at him in the eyes, "The other women I know said this would happen." She pulled her top off and cast it aside revealing her big black lace bra and taut upper body. Lifting one cup until her nipple rose free she said, "Suck it John."

It was too much at once and John shook his head, the whole metaphor of him sucking her off was too much of a role reversal. His eyes went wide as he looked at her dark nipple. Selene stopped smiling and grabbed his shoulder. "No, I said suck it. Do it, now."

John shook his head again and she pushed her chest forward and pulled his head to her nipple roughly. John found his mouth full of erect nipple as he squirmed in surprise. Screaming around her soft skin he shouted, "No! Selene I said no!"

A jet of thick, thick, warm gooey milk ejected into his mouth as she squeezed her nipple making him slur his attempts at refusal. His mouth exploded in tingling pleasure and he shivered, trying to stay focused. She was forcing him! This couldn't be happening. He was forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful until it ran down her breast and his chin. She pushed him back and stood up again with her hands on her hips. "There we go Johnny!" She strode by him as he whimpered, her ass at his own face level.

He began to scream then and she whirled, he screamed in shock as the room rose around him. He shrieked as she watched, fixated on him as he dwindled visibly, in obvious pain. She came to him, worried as his face sunk in height until he was eye-level to her zipper. She pressed he face into her crotch to comfort him. She soon began to feel the desire. John surprised her as he clung to her thigh like a scared child and buried his face in her crotch when she pulled down her jeans. She gently pulled him back as she peeled back her lacy pink panties and let him pleasure her. She stood in the hallway wavering and then leaning against the wall as her waist high husband ate her out obsessively. Her crimson mouth opened rapture as he licked and sucked. Her long fingers slid through his hair and she let him come between her smooth toned thighs for easier access. He licked, desperately seeking her comforting love in his terror.

Each night for weeks they would do this. She would feed him and he would become submissive and needy. One day she came home and he was shorter however. He had to get a stool to eat her out. She soon took to sitting in a chair and spreading her curvy thighs apart for him after she had fed him, kneeling on the floor so he could reach. Night after night she would experience ecstasy watching him between her legs fervently eating her out as she sat sprawled in a chair. All her friends has enjoyed her stories of him. But they had told her other stories.

One day as he was suckling from her breast, bigger than his head. She talked softly to him. "Johnny, Susan at the office...she has taken this teen boy and she said she... she inserted him inside her. She put his whole leg inside her." She felt John slow his sucking. She spoke again, "The scientists think that men are going to become like a parasite of women. They will be born at varying heights. This one woman in the village to the north gave birth to twenty-five tiny little men the size of my pinky finger. Some women still have ordinary children. The women always come out normal... well taller of course but you know."

John began to tremble. He stopped sucking. "What do you mean we're becoming parasites?"

She smiled and stroked his cheek, and then licking her lips. She tried desperately to hide her eagerness but her eyes roamed over his body as if sizing him up. "All men will live inside us, eat from us, need us, and... A bunch of young boys who haven't gotten too small yet have begun worshiping a fertility goddess downtown. They say they want to be "unbirthed" and fulfill their real place in life. Isn't that beautiful?"

John's heart was beating fast. He had all but forgotten the outside world. Women... were becoming the dominant species of the globe, men were becoming rapt worshiping parasitic sperm suppliers, sex toys. Once again the feeling of being overwhelmed covered him and he felt nauseous as he stood before his immense amazonic wife. He looked down to the tucked in panty disappearing down between her thighs, tight against her mound and realized what was happening. She lowered her hand, running her long nails along her thigh and pointed demurely at her vagina. "Johnny I want you IN me so fucking bad." Selene spoke in a purr.

John shook in mixed terror and ecstatic arousal. He was so small, she was so big. He had seen the new stories, the raping, the abductions. Only she could keep him safe. He remembered back when he was still working...the neighbor lady down the street had been outside in her bikini, he had seen little twitching lumps moving in her panty. Now he realized what they had been and his world reeled. Selene had known all along. She had luridly led him along, guiding him to one place, her hot steamy pussy. She had planned for months to have him in her, to shove him deep into her vagina in an orgy of dominant devouring.

As he stood there she raised up onto the chair to continue the routine. John had been this size for a good while now and they had a sort of pattern. He knew she would expect him to continue. He rubbed some slick milk off his chin and stepped over the lacy panties she had lowered down around her ankles. He leaned into her crotch and began to lick gently around her labia. His nausea made his stomach quiver as he stared into the clenching mouth of her pussy. Day after day he had done this, ignorant of his own fate and trusting his wife who had become a sort of hyper-sexual maternal Goddess figure to him. He remembered how easily he had forgotten her abusive action the first day she had "fed" him.

He had been thinking too long, her hand behind his head shoved his face abruptly into her wet vulva. He ate at her in hazy pleasure for a while before emerging, gasping for air over her large curly mound.

Soon they returned to the pattern. John would stare daily into the vagina he pleased each day and soon he began to dream of it, and of her smile. He would often finish his erection off when alone to the thought of her power, her hunger.

And then one morning as he was moving to please her before her day at work he found he could only reach her crotch on the chair if he stood on his tip-toes. She giggled softly and moved forward, sitting on the floor and spreading her legs. He stood there and she cupped her hand around him pressing him to her soft firm breasts and he felt the nipple of her breast rising and boring into his stomach. It felt like a thumb. She pressed on him lightly. She had no time for him to readjust, she was already pushing him to kneel so he could pleasure her. And so he did, while thick droplets of white milk held ponderously to the underside of her breasts and dropped behind him in her arousal. She softly pressed on his back and shoved his entire head inside her with out warning and he squirmed in shock as he felt her hot walls around him, her blood pounding. He pulled out after some time to hear her gasping and moaning in pleasure. How had he not drowned?

He could feel the cool air outside her on his neck and he touched his neck to feel...slits. Gills? He began to cry in fear as she watched him. This time no pity crossed her face, only fascination and excitement and drunken arousal. While he wept in a puddle of her cum and milk she sat up and went off to work.

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Every day for the next week she would come home and tower over him, gloating at her immense power and height. She would point down at him and order him around. In the evening she would use him as a dildo.

One night like any other night she had him please her and he stood before her, wet and slippery. She had her bra on still and her panties down around her waist. Her stockings were still on with her high heels. She began a new ritual she had started two night ago. "Are you hungry Johnny?"

He stood looking at her swelling cleavage in front of him and nodded. "Yes Selene."

"Beg me for my milk."

He paused and waited, her gaze bore into him and he began, "Please Selene, please feed me. I'm so hungry."

She looked at him and smiled, "More."

"Please Selene, my provider, my...Goddess," She hummed in approval. "Please give me your milk of life. I need it, I need you."

She moved to unclasp her bra when John began to sink and shrink in size. Her breasts rose above his head. Her pussy swelled and grew before him. She paused and smiled, reaching for him and grabbing his whole body possessively.

John screamed in terror at her size, at what had happened to him, to mankind. Her femininity drowning him like every other man on earth. She looked at him and said, "You are mine Johnny. Submit yourself to your role in nature." She paused, thinking and grinned darkly, "Mommy will take good care of her Johnny."

John squirmed as she spread her thick labia and inserted his feet into her deeply. John kicked and she arched her back and her vulva pulsed with power. He slid deeper into her warmth. She caressed him with her fingers as he begged, "Please Selene, please don't do this. You don't have to do this. Let me go. Let me out."

Her labia moved closer together as he sunk deeper and she leaned back. He began to feel something pulling him...her body had been transformed to consume his kind. He was being eaten alive by her pussy. She moaned loudly in ecstasy as he watched her pubic hair pass his shoulders. She rubbed her clitoris with a long nailed finger as she was consumed. He struggled and fought against her, pulling himself out of his wife a foot or two, only to have her drag him back down with a simple flex of her vagina. Soon her pussy mouth was just a slit above him where he stared desperately, trying to worm toward from the slowly closing slick walls of her pussy. He screamed, "Noooooo!!!!"

Her vaginal walls clenched and he was sucked deeper. The world disappeared, the lips sealing him into hot, sticky, darkness. He felt his gills breathing her in. Her pussy worked him deeper and deeper inside her until he was lodged in her depths, a part of her. He lost his sense of self there, becoming a part of her magnificence. Unlike other women she refused to let him out for extra play, she consumed his entire being. Selene would be famous for birthing the largest clutches of little males in the region.

There never was another war as women rule the world of subservient men in harmonious agreement, and men in time learned to love their new role, and worship their superiors in the new race of homo matrians. Womankind had been born.