VIR-AMA:  Childhood's End
by Marknew742@aol.com
Coming of Age in the VIR-AMA world

Author's Note:

Senyordave's "Men are From Venus" story got me going on a new idea.  You 
will see the story of the origins of VIR-AMA in early July, but for now, 
here is the tale of how boys and girls grow up in the not-too-distant 
future. 

There will be other segments about life in the VIR-AMA world from time 
to time.  Enjoy. 


Childhood's End 

Like most boys, R is born more muscular than C, the girl next door, who 
is a year younger.  They are the only children on their block that are 
about the same age, and they play together, but they are not close, as C 
is heavily influenced by the superior position women have over men in 
society as a whole and tries to boss him around.  She is unable to 
dominate him though because even though C is athletic she is no match 
for his strength.  Yet.  Like most girls, however, C is a good tease and 
she taunts him whenever she can about how someday she will order him 
around, just like his mother is in charge of his dad. 

R doesn't really understand her aggressiveness, nor her remarks about 
what will happen to him, just as no young boy truly understands puberty, 
or marriage, until he experiences it.  Besides, this new society does 
not impose the same restrictions on boys as it does on men, in the 
sadistic knowledge that the pain men will feel for their weakness and 
inferiority will be all the greater when contrasted with the memory of a 
brief period of equality or even superiority during youth.  R sees that 
his older brother is weak and is dominated by the girls at school and he 
pities his father, who is practically a slave to his mother, but like 
most young people, he is aware mostly of himself and believes naively 
that his life will be different. 

Finally the time comes when they near adolescence.  C reaches puberty 
first even though R is older.  Her girlish frame begins developing. 
Small breasts appear on her chest and she has a burst of growth, so she 
is nearly R's height. Her mind seems sharper; she's more assertive with 
R and seems to know a lot of things that he doesn't understand.  And she 
is suddenly able to make a lot more progress developing her strength and 
athletic ability.  Like other women, she joins a health club and begins 
working out regularly.  But R is still stronger, and when he gets 
frustrated with C's teasing or bossiness he wrestles her down and pins 
her until she agrees to play nicely again. 

But without admitting it to C, R is amazed and disturbed at how quickly 
C is catching up with him in strength. Her arms, which were once smooth 
and soft, are rapidly becoming firmer, and the distinctive outlines of 
forearm muscles and biceps on her arms are visible.  His are larger, but 
less defined and in some indefinable way less intimidating.  Already C 
can do more chin-ups than he, because of her lighter frame, and while he 
can beat her in arm-wrestling it seems that every day he must use more 
and more of his strength to do so.  She's quicker than he is too.  
Although they are the same height, her strong, sturdy legs are longer 
than his and she seems to be able to jump higher and outmaneuver him.  
She now wins two out of every three basketball games they play, blocking 
his shots from the inside and dribbling around him for easy lay-ups when 
he tries to defend.  Her small breasts are disturbing too.  Without 
knowing why, he's drawn to them, wants to see and touch them, but she 
won't let him.  She knows they fascinate him and dresses provocatively 
without a bra to flaunt them and tantalize R, but she keeps him firmly 
at bay with her words and her sharp nails. 

C is smug and self-confident, certain that any day now she will catch up 
to and pass R.  Her trainers at the gym egg her on, teasing her about 
being beaten in any competition by a boy.  She redoubles her efforts.  R 
would like to exercise too, to keep up with her, but boys are not 
allowed to join health clubs.  This first sting of discrimination shocks 
him, and C rubs it in.  R tries to exercise on his own, improvising with 
the weights his mother allows him to use at home and the calisthenics 
that men do in aerobics classes.  He feels he is becoming a little 
stronger, but the effect is slight on his prepubescent body, and C 
continues to make more rapid progress.  C delights in showing off her 
new muscles to R who plainly sees they are harder and more defined than 
his, even though they are still smaller.  R knows that pound for pound 
she is now stronger than he is. 

It's not fair, he thinks.  Why is it so much easier for girls to get to 
be stronger? Being bigger he still has an advantage, but he's worried 
that her muscles are growing so quickly and wonders how she will act if 
she gets stronger than him.  Meanwhile, C's body continues to develop 
curves everywhere: breasts and hips give her shape, while her biceps 
grow, her calves get rounder and harder and her stomach gets flatter and 
narrower.  Her mother buys her new clothes that emphasize all of the new 
bumps and turns her body takes and R finds himself looking at her 
whenever they're together and thinking about her when they're not.  His 
body seems flat and featureless by comparison.  It's almost enough to 
make him hate being a boy and secretly wonder whether her bragging that 
girls are better may be true. 

Then C goes away for a month.  All girls her age do.  She won't tell him 
what it's for, and all his mother will say is that it's a special camp 
for girls who are growing up, and that he'll be going to a camp for boys 
for a week when he's a little older.  Why does she go for a month and he 
only for a week?  His mother sighs and tells him not to question such 
things.  Boys and girls are different and they do different things.  
That's all he needs to know.  R is surprised to find that for all C's 
annoying, stuck-up behavior he misses her, and he counts the days until 
she returns. 

R is shooting baskets at the court across the street from their houses 
when he sees C's mother's car drive up, bringing her back from camp.  C 
sees him and waves to him, then runs inside with her bags.  Fifteen 
minutes later she comes out, having changed from the uniform she must 
have worn there into her normal clothes, and runs over to the court.  
R's heart pounds.  She looks different somehow than he remembers.  It's 
her breasts.  They're like baseballs now, bouncing when they move.  He 
can't keep from watching them. 

"How was camp?" 

"Great!  It was so much fun!  I get to go back next year too!" 

"What did you do?"  R bounces the basketball, trying to keep from 
staring at C. 

"Mostly girl stuff, it's not for boys.  But we played a lot of sports 
and learned about our bodies and stuff, worked out, sang songs, went to 
class -

"School?  Yuck!" 

"Hmmph.  That's how much you know.  It was really interesting.  But it 
wouldn't interest you.   I can understand that," she adds, folding her 
arms across her chest. 

"What do you mean by that?!!  You're younger than me you know." 

"Yeah, but you're just a boy." 

"C'mon C.  Cut it out." 

C shrugs.  "I can't help it if it's the truth."  She holds her hands up 
for the ball.  R throws it to her.  She looks at the basket. 

"You can't shoot from back there!  C!  You'll miss everything and we'll 
just have to chase it down the hill!" 

C wrinkles her nose at him, sets and shoots.  The ball soars through the 
air and drops through the hoop, touching only the net. 

"I've been practicing," she says in a superior tone.   "Have you?" 

R is shocked.  Sure he's been playing.  There's been nothing to do but 
shoot baskets, but he didn't think he could make a shot from so far away 
in twenty tries. 

She claps her hands.  " Let's play a game." 

He looks at her warily.  "OK." 

She gives him the ball first.  He dribbles toward her left, fakes a 
shot, then cuts right and goes up for a ten foot shot, which bounces in 
and out.  He runs for the ball, but she reaches it first and dribbles 
back to the foul line.  She bounces the ball.  He comes up to guard her.  
She feints once and jumps.  It hits the rim and drops in. 

R takes the ball and moves the ball carefully forward and turns and 
jumps, but C is right there and stuffs it.  They both race for the ball.  
R gets to it first but C wrenches it right out of his hands.  She 
dribbles back to the line, sets and shoots from fifteen feet out.  It 
hits the backboard and bounces in.  R takes the ball again, fakes left 
and this time drives to the basket.  He's about to lay it in, when her 
arm appears from behind him and slaps the ball away and out of bounds, 
rolling down the hill. 

"Out on you," he calls. 

"Uh, uh.  It hit you last.  It's my ball, and you have to get it." 

"I do not!" 

"Yes you do!! "  she orders, tossing her head.  "Because I say so.  I 
said get it, boy." 

R stares at her.  "What do you mean, 'boy'?" 

C pretends to look around, looks down at her chest and her emerging 
breasts and then back over at R.  "Well, you ARE the only boy around 
here, aren't you?" she sniffs. 

R hates when she acts this way.  He knows what he has to do.  It has 
always worked before. 

He charges C to knock her down on the grass.  C's face lights up with 
anticipation.  She braces for the impact.  It jars her, but pushes her 
back only a couple of feet.  For the first time she's still standing.  R 
is annoyed.  He comes at her again.  She meets him and they're 
deadlocked, their hands on each other's shoulders.  R sticks his leg 
out, trying to trip her down, but he can't knock her down.  He looks 
down.  Her legs are thicker than he remembers.  Then she does the same 
to him and suddenly he's falling with C on top of him.  They roll around 
and he ends up on top, holding her down, but she keeps bucking and he 
can't quite hold her still or pin her arms.  She looks up at him 
grinning. 

"What are you grinning about?  I'm the one who's on top."   R rolls off.  
She bounces up, looking fresher than ever.  R feels winded. 

She wrinkles her nose at him.  "Not for long. I'm working with weights, 
R.  You know, I'm curling twenty pound weights now at the gym and soon 
I'll go to thirty.  Then you'll never beat me!"  She makes a muscle, 
which pops out of her arm.  "See how big it's getting.  That's because 
we worked out at camp every day, and I'm going to do it just like that 
at home too!" 

R sets his jaw.  The heaviest weights his mother lets him use at home 
are only ten pounds. 

Another girl walks over to the court, carrying R's basketball.  She 
bounces it a couple of times, then tosses it in, banking it expertly. 

"This yours, C?" 

"Uh uh.  It's R's.  You know.  I told you R lives next door."  She turns 
to R.  "This is Sheila.  She helped out at camp.  She's fifteen." 

R looks her over.  She's taller than he, with a powerful chest and arms.  
She eyes him possessively.  R feels a little worried and takes a step 
back. 

"So this is R.  He's cute.  I LIKE twelve year olds." Sheila licks her 
lips.  "Let's go inside.  I want to show you something."  She points to 
R.  "You come too."  The girls walk to C's house.  R waits a few 
seconds, then, curious, decides to follow. 

C's house is empty.  They go up to C's room.  Sheila looks around and 
sits on the bed.  "Hey R.  Ever suck on a girl's tits?" 

R is shocked.  He shakes his head.  He looks at C, then back to Sheila, 
who has her hands on her breasts, pushing them together.  Her tensed, 
rounded biceps and softball-sized breasts fascinate and intimidate R.  
She reaches out and pulls him to her and puts his hand on one breast, 
then laughs as R opens his mouth involuntarily. 

"Nice, huh?" Sheila turns to C.  "Look at his crotch, C.  See how his 
hard on pushes out his pants?"  She grabs his waistband with her free 
hand and pulls open the snap. 

"Hey, cut it out!"  R says.  He puts his hand on Sheila's but he can't 
pull her away, and she pulls down his zipper and his pants, then pulls 
his penis out of his shorts.  It's pointing almost straight up in the 
air. R tries to get away, but he can't break her hold.  Then Sheila 
wraps her fingers around her penis and rubs it up and down a few times.  
Involuntarily, R moans in pleasure, and his resistance fades. 

C is amazed at the way Sheila is treating R. 

"He's too young to cum, so you don't have to worry about the mess.  
That's one thing I like about boys his age.  It's fun to play with their 
dicks."  She unbuttons her shirt, exposing her breast and pulls R's head 
down to suck it.  "Come on, R.  Let's see how your mouth works." 

R's face is pressed against the firm but soft flesh of Sheila's breast.  
He's never felt anything so warm and soft, and especially after she's 
been so rough with him, her soft bosom feels like a safe refuge.  He 
eagerly takes her nipple in his mouth and sucks. 

"There, there, nice baby," Sheila coos and laughs.  "You see, C, you 
can't afraid to be a little rough with them.  They'll be just as 
attached to you that way; maybe even more so.  And it's so satisfying!" 

"But I can't push him around like you can.  I'm not strong enough." 

"Sure you are.   You probably don't have enough confidence in yourself 
yet, but you will soon.  It's just a matter of time.  Anyway, I like 
them at this age, when they still have a little fight in them, when 
they're still innocent enough to resist.  When they're my age, they're 
such total pushovers!  I guess I'll always prefer young boys!  They're 
so much fun to conquer."  She looks down at R, who has opened his eyes 
and stopped sucking.  She pushes him off her, sending him sprawling onto 
the floor. 

"Who gave YOU permission to listen?"  Sheila puts her breast back into 
her shirt and buttons it.  "Uh, uh, lover.  That's enough for today."  
She gets up and waltzes out the door, wiggling her muscular ass.  "Bye 
C!" 

R watches her leave, and then looks at C.  "If you try that, I'll kill 
you!" 

"Hmmph!"  She reaches underneath her bed, pulls out a pair of weights 
and starts doing curls, her biceps pushing up her shirtsleeves with each 
repetition.  "We'll see, R," she says softly to herself. 

R stays away from C for a few weeks after that day.  She has new 
friends, after camp, and is spending a lot of time at the gym.  R has a 
few friends from school, although it seems that one after another is 
getting some kind of flu and stays out.  The number of boys in this 
class gets smaller and smaller.  His father sighs and tells him to be 
careful, and R ends up playing alone a lot, staying indoors to keep away 
from C.  He can see her sometimes from his window, laughing loudly, 
shooting baskets, and playing football with her friends. 

One day he decides he needs company, even C's.  He knocks on her door.  
C's surprised to see him, but invites him in right away.  She closes the 
door quickly and they walk through the house to the den where they sit 
next to each other on a sofa. 

"Well, well, R.  Where have you been?" 

"Around." 

"Oh?  I haven't seen you.  I thought you might have gotten sick or 
something." 

"Oh, I'm fine.  Just a little bored." 

C nods and looks him over.  "I can see that.  You're still the same ol' 
R." 

"Yeah, and you're the same old C." 

She laughs and her eyes run up and down his body again, appraisingly.   
"You think so?"  She lays her arm across his body.  "Kiss me, R." 

R pushes it off him.  "Cut it out." 

"I said kiss me.  Don't you think I'm pretty?" 

R stares at her.  "You're crazy.  I knew I shouldn't have come here."  
He stands up.  "Some other time, C." 

She steps in front of him.  "You're not leaving."  Her eyes are bright 
and her heart is beating strongly.  She looks him in the eyes and 
smiles, seeing she's now just a fraction of an inch shorter than R.  He 
moves to push her aside, but she grabs him and pushes him backwards onto 
the sofa, then jumps on top of him.  He groans. 

"Get off me!!  When did you get so heavy!"  He pushes her again, but she 
holds on to his shoulders. 

"You're not leaving here 'til I say so!" 

"Oh yeah?" 

R tries to shove her to the side and she slips off him onto the couch 
but holds on so that he can't get away.  R and C are tangled up on the 
couch.  He pulls at her to get away, straining with all of his might, 
but C still holds tight.  She looks coolly at his arms and giggles. 

"Ha ha!  Is that it?  Are you really trying as hard as you can?"  R 
looks at her, real concern in his eyes, and nods.  His heart pounds.  He 
knows she's not going all out. 

C rocks and slips one leg around him, anchoring herself.  Then she takes 
one of his hands and pulls it off her shoulder, pushing it as hard as 
she can.  R resists, straining, but she moves his hand steadily 
backwards until R's arm is folded at the elbow, his hand back to his 
shoulder.  "Ta da!  Look at this!  I told you girls are stronger than 
boys!  We're growing up, and now I'm stronger than you!  I'm stronger 
than you, R!  I'm stronger than you!" 

"No!  No!!  You can't be!" he cries, but he knows it's true.  He looks 
at her arm, plainly thicker and harder than his.  Pushing against her 
feels as hopeless now as fighting a grown woman. 

Meanwhile, C straddles his legs, puffs out her chest and lifts both of 
her arms.  Her sleeves pull back and she flexes her biceps, which rise 
in tandem like twin amazon warriors, hulking thickly from the smooth 
skin on her upper arms.  "What do you think of THEM, R?"  He stares at 
them in a mixture of fear and admiration.  They are easily a quarter 
again larger than his, and look considerably harder.  Satisfied with his 
reaction, she wraps her legs around him and pushes her crotch against 
him, rocking rhythmically. 

"What are you doing now?  You're hurting me."  He winces as she bounces 
up and down against him.  He pushes against her, aiming for her abdomen, 
but hits her breasts instead.  His eyebrows rise as his hands 
involuntarily grope their cushiony softness.  C is momentarily stunned 
by the impact, but now laughs, enjoying R's probing touch and the power 
of her maturing body to distract and captivate R, which is almost as 
satisfying as her superior strength.  She bounces a few more times, 
pushing hard against his erection, or his pubic bone -- she isn't sure -
- and blissfully cums, groaning loudly.  She squeezes him tightly with 
her legs, prolonging her pleasure, only noticing his quieter groaning 
after a few seconds. 

"What's the matter, R?" she chirps perkily. 

R stares at her, tears running down the side of his face.  "M-m-my 
stomach, my back, I couldn't breathe, you were, what were you DOING?!" 
he blubbers. 

"Poor R," she says without much sympathy.  "I was having an orgasm," she 
explains happily, opening her legs and allowing R to crawl out. He does 
so, slowly, but she grabs his hand before he can move away, reveling in 
her power.  He looks at her arm, enviously watching the play of the 
muscles in her forearm as they ripple when she tightens her grip.  She 
plays with him, letting him go a bit, then pulls him back onto her lap.  
He feels so light and helpless to her.  Even when his elbow accidentally 
jabs her as he tumbles onto her, her abdominal muscles absorb the blow 
with only a twinge of discomfort. 

"Let me go, C!" he cries, bawling openly now.  C puts her arms around 
him, feeling the shudders of his body as he sobs.  His frame feels 
narrow to her.  Why, he practically has no muscle at all, compared to 
her!  What a wonderful feeling. 

She pushes him away slightly and holds his trembling face in her hands.  
Then, looking him in the eyes, kisses him full on the lips, her tongue 
exploring his mouth.  He barely resists her.  She possesses him 
completely now. 

One day a short time later R wakes up with a funny feeling.  He clears 
his throat and his voice feels different to him.  He feels tired and 
weak, like he is getting the flu, but he has no fever.  R gets dressed 
slowly and stumbles down to breakfast, but hating to seem weak he 
insists on going to school. 

C is waiting for him outside.  Her pack of books is on her back.  "Come 
on, already.  You're walking so slowly, like a man." 

"I am not!" R says insistently and walks faster, but his books feel like 
a load, his legs feel like jelly and his heart is pounding. 

"What a beautiful day.  I feel great!"  C leers at him. "You're really 
dragging, R.  Books too heavy for you?" 

"No!" R declares. 

"Then why are you tilting to the side like that?"  R realizes she's 
right.  They hadn't seemed so heavy when he started out, but now he's 
having real trouble with them.  And they've walked only a couple of 
houses down the block.  He puts them down to rest. 

"Let me see."  C grabs the strap and picks them up, easily holding them 
out at arm's length.  R eyes her biceps, which seems even larger than 
before.  "They're not heavy at all.  It's you.  You're weak." 

"I am not.  I'm just feeling a little sick." 

"You're wrong, C.  You are weak.  I bet I'm twice as strong as you are 
now."  C holds up her arm and flexes it, noting with pride the bulge 
that now pushes up her sleeve.  "See.  Why don't you show me your 
muscle, R?  Mine gets bigger every day, because I exercise with weights 
and because I'm a girl, and girls are stronger than boys!  You're just a 
boy," she teases. "Boys are weak and helpless!" 

R is impressed with her muscle, but even though it looks large he still 
has to try.  After all, he has always had good biceps for a boy and it's 
only recently that C has been able to beat him.  He holds up his arm and 
flexes it and is shocked to see only a small tightening of his muscle, 
barely visible through a layer of fat that had never been there before.  
Where did it come from?!  She grabs his arm and squeezes it, her fingers 
painfully compressing his biceps. 

"Ha ha!  Just look!  It's so little! And it's soft too!  It's SO much 
smaller than mine!  Your muscle's just a little piece of mush now, R."  
C looks up at him triumphantly, leering, and strikes an intimidating 
pose, sticking out her chest and flexing both arms, daring him to 
challenge her.  The sight of her thrusting her breasts in his face so 
boldly fills him with rage and he puts his hand on her shoulders to 
shove her, but when he does he finds he is not even strong enough to 
move her even an inch.  Her feet stay rooted in place.  She throws back 
her head and laughs, her small breasts bobbing freely at him, mocking 
his inability to do anything to her.  That angers him even more, and he 
prepares to hit her.  To his dismay, his arm moves too slowly, as if he 
were dragging weights, and she easily intercepts the blow, catching his 
fist in her hand and stopping him cold.  He tries to pull away, but 
cannot break her grip. 

Now she takes the offensive.  She puts her hand on his chest and pushes 
him, propelling him backwards and making him fall flat on his back.  In 
an instant she's on top of him.  R struggles to push her off, but she 
grabs his wrists and amazingly holds down both of his arms with one 
hand.  She proceeds to pin the lower half of his body with one leg and 
lies down next to him, propping her face up with her free hand.  She 
sticks her tongue out at him, mocking his futile efforts.  Still R tries 
to fight back.  Using all his power he tries to free his hands, pushing 
upward, then outward, but he can't budge his arms at all.  She wrinkles 
her nose in annoyance and squeezes her fingers more tightly together, 
making R wince in pain.  Then, in horrified disbelief, he notices that 
when she stops squeezing the muscles of her arms aren't even tensed.  
All of his strength isn't even enough to tax one of her arms. 

"Even my seven year old sister must be stronger than you now.  Maybe I 
should get her out here, so we can see if she can beat you up too.  S!  
S!" she pretends to call. 

"Don't!  Please don't!"  R used to tease S to get back at C.  Now he is 
frightened that C may be right and that even S could handle him. 

"H-h-how can this be?" wails R.  "How can you be so much stronger than 
me?  How can I have gotten so weak?" 

"Poor R!  You're just becoming as weak as a man, that's all.  Don't you 
know the facts of life, R?  Didn't your Dad tell you what happens to 
boys when they grow up.  Of course not!  Boys aren't allowed to know, 
until it happens.  But girls know all about it, so I'll tell you.  You 
have the VIR-AMA flu!  By the end of the day you'll lose more than half 
of your strength, and you'll never get it back, no matter what you do, 
never, never, never!"  She jabbed her finger into R's stomach three 
times for emphasis as she repeats the word "never," her finger pushing 
through the fat replacing his boyish abdominal muscles as easily as 
pressing into a soft pillow.  "The best part of your life is over, while 
mine is just beginning." 

"Wh-what do you mean?"  R was trying not to cry, but a few tears rolled 
down his cheeks. 

"It's simple.  Girls are just better than boys.  That's why we're in 
charge.  We're prettier, smarter, and most of all stronger.  You'll 
never again be as strong as you were yesterday, at the age of twelve, 
while there's no limit to how strong I can get!" 

"You are NOT better than me!!"  R shouted defiantly. 

"I'm not?  Be real!  Why don't we play a game of basketball now?  Why do 
you think men don't play sports?  Have you ever HEARD of a man playing 
basketball or football, or even an easy game like tennis.  You're 
probably not even strong enough to throw a ball as high as the basket, 
much less play against me."  She pulled him upright and pushed him in 
the direction of the basketball court.  "Go on, let's see you shoot!"  R 
picked up the ball, which seemed unrecognizably heavy, and clumsily 
pushed the ball toward the basket.  It rose several feet in the air and 
then fell back to the ground, not even coming close to the hoop.  "Ha 
ha!  Just look at the great basketball player!  And tomorrow you won't 
even be able to do that!  So how can you deny it?  Boys are inferior.  
And that's it!" 

R glares at her, but his expression changes as she nears him.  C sneers 
in contempt.  "That's right.  You SHOULD be afraid of me, because I can 
do whatever I want to you.  What's more, I'm supposed to.  We girls are 
supposed to make sure you know your place."   C grabs him and starts 
feeling up R's arms and legs, then casually twists his arm behind his 
back and forces him to kneel on the ground in front her.  "It's getting 
easier and easier.  Your arms are as soft as pieces of rubber.  Just 
look at how weak and helpless you are -- as helpless as a baby.  Oh, I 
knew this day would come.  You're becoming a man, R, and already, you're 
as weak and defenseless as any man.  I have all the muscle now, 
especially after I get through with you, and from now on you'll have to 
do whatever I say!" 

With that, she scoops him up and carries him inside, kicking and 
screaming.  They pass C's mother leaving for work, but instead of 
helping him, she gives C a big smile when C waves at her and gives her a 
"thumbs up" sign.  C carries him up the stairs and throws him on her 
bed, then starts attacking R's pants, undoing his belt. 

"What are you doing?"  She smiles and pulls off his pants, then his 
shorts, leaving his crotch fully exposed.  "C!  What are you doing to 
me?!" 

"I'm not going to hurt you, R.  Just relax.  This is supposed to feel 
good."  R thrashes around.  C frowns, annoyed, and puts her hand on his 
chest to hold him down.  He groans, "you're hurting me." 

"Don't be such a baby, R.  I'm not pushing THAT hard." 

The computer buzzes and C's mother's face pops up on the screen.  "Is 
everything going well, C?" 

C turns to speak to her, keeping her hand on R.  "I don't know Mom.  I 
can't get him to relax.  He keeps moving around.  And it's still very 
small!" 

C's mother purses her lips.  "C, listen to me.  I can come home in half 
an hour if you need me. But just remember what I told you.  Don't worry 
about his feelings.  Concentrate on his penis as if it's a separate 
person.  And don't be afraid to be physical with him.  He'll thank you 
in the end.  You'll see." 

C smiles.  "Thanks, Mom.  It's ok.  I'll manage." 

"That's my girl!  Today is a very important day for you.  You know where 
I am if you have any questions." 

C feels better.  She looks at R, whose lips are quivering. "I'm not 
talking to you until you calm down," she says firmly.  She looks at his 
penis and bends down until her lips are next to it.  "Now, little guy, I 
bet you can get a lot bigger.  I know you want to.  And you can help me 
get big too!  But you have to do it first."  She smiles as it stirs a 
little.  "Would you like to feel my breasts?  They're still small, but I 
bet you'd like them."  She unbuttons her shirt and brushes her nipple 
across the head and lightly down the shaft.  It immediately starts to 
stand up.  "That's it!  I knew you could do it."  With her free hand, 
she puts her fingers around it.  "Now doesn't that feel nice?  Don't you 
feel all warm and safe inside my hand?"  She feels another surge of 
growth inside and starts to squeeze it gently.  "There!  Good boy.  I 
bet you want some more of that." 

"Yes, please," R says, tentatively and quietly. 

C ignores him and slowly moves her hand up and down R's penis.  "I'm not 
talking to you, R.  This is between him and me." 

R moans and starts to tense his muscles.  "Aah, aah, I'm going to 

"Not yet!"  C squeezes his penis. 

"Oww!  What did you do that for?" 

"Shut up, R.  It's not time yet." 

"What are you doing to me?" 

C watches to make sure R's penis is wilting and turns to face him.  
"You're sick with the VIR-AMA flu, R.  That's what's making you so weak.  
But it has the opposite effect on me." 

"I STILL don't understand." 

"Everyone in the world has the virus in their system, but it's most 
active in boys when they reach first puberty. The virus collects in your 
balls when you first get it and it changes your body chemistry to wipe 
out most of your muscle.  There's nothing you can do about it. It's 
already happening." 

"But it's not right.  There ARE no diseases left.  We all get shots for 
them.  Why is this one still around?" 

C laughs.  "Don't be so stupid, R!  This isn't a disease.  It's the 
greatest thing in the world.  It's an essential part of life.  Why, 
without the VIR-AMA flu, men would end up stronger than women, just like 
you used to be stronger than me.  Can you imagine!  That would be 
horrible.  All the scientists in the world are women, and I can tell you 
that not one of them is ever going to develop shots to protect against 
it!" 

"Now, I have to make you cum and swallow it. The more of your virus I 
get, the stronger I'll become.  Do you understand?" 

R shakes his head vigorously.  "But I don't want you to do that!  You're 
strong enough already." 

"You have nothing to say about it!  I've got you here and you're going 
to cum when I want you to!  You have a really bad case, R, and you're 
going to make me one of the strongest girls in the world.  Just you wait 
until you see how fast my muscles will grow."  She looks down at R's 
penis.  "Did you think I forgot about you?  Not a chance, little one.  
Now, let's see you get big for me again." 

R struggles to get up, but C holds him down easily with one hand 
stretched across his legs and one on his chest while she plays with his 
penis, licking it to make it hard and then letting it get soft, over and 
over for two hours, three hours, careful to suck up each drop of virus-
packed pre-cum, while R moans for release.  He is now just lying 
passively, exhausted by his efforts to free himself and from the sexual 
tension C is creating.  Finally C decides it is time and puts her mouth 
over the head, bringing her head slowly up and down, massaging it gently 
with her lips, just as she was taught in camp.   She feels R's pitifully 
weak muscles tense and the flood of his first cum fills her mouth.  She 
maintains the seal and swallows, sweeping the skin of his penis five 
times with her tongue, not permitting a single particle to escape.  
She's done it! 

R is fast asleep.  C picks him up and carries him back to his house.  
His father meets her at the door and nods sadly.  He walks with her to 
his bed and thanks her for being so gentle with him.  C leaves and heads 
right for the gym.  She can't wait to work out now. 

Three months pass before R is well enough to leave his bed.  He 
struggles to stand up, amazed at how his arms and legs have shriveled.  
His upper arms are barely six inches around and he barely has enough 
strength to help his father with the household chores.  He understands 
why none of his friends ever returned to school.  He'd have trouble 
carrying even two books to class. 

R goes outside one day to sit in the sun.  The warm rays relax him.  For 
a minute he feels content and happy.  Then he hears footsteps.  C! 

"Hello R." 

Except for her shining blond hair and green eyes, R would not have 
recognized her.  Her chest has doubled in size; her arms have tripled.  
Her legs each weigh more than the shrunken R.  She put her arm under his 
ass and lifts him effortlessly, holding him in the air like he weighed 
no more than one of her teddy bears. 

"Wow, R!  What do you weigh?!" 

He looks down, ashamed.  "I'm down to sixty pounds." 

"Sixty pounds!  That's what I'm using for wrist weights now! My trainer 
says I'm going to set all kinds of records.  Thanks to you, in part.  
You must have had one of the worst cases ever!" 

He nods.  "They say I lost almost eighty percent of my muscle.  I'm not 
strong enough to do a man's chores even.  They say, they say I may not 
even be able to be a first husband."  He looks at her, almost pleading.  
Doesn't she owe me something, he thinks. 

C looks at her former playmate.  It is sad, a little.  Then she flexes 
her free arm, admiring the thirty-two inch biceps that pop out of it, 
and enjoying the amazed and envious look on R's face.  And I haven't 
even pumped them up yet today.  "Well, R.  I'm going down to the gym.  
See you around."