PostChangeover: Sandy Denies Sue's Request for Ryan's Chastity Belt Key by Sunblind "I am just too old for this," thought Sue as she struggled, uselessly, to relieve some of the (intense, unrelenting) pain building in her spine. "Did you say something, Sweetie," asked Sandy. "Oh no, Sandy," Sue responded, as apologetically as she could manage, through gritted teeth, her face a mask of pain. "But, just out of curiosity, how much longer?" Sandy giggled. "Well ... I'm thinking, like, another thirty minutes (at this, Sue, in spite of herself, let out a sob) ... oh, sweetie, does it hurt that much ... do you want to come down ... here, I'll let you down." "Nooo! No, I'm fine. I just ... no! No, I want to finish ... I didn't mean to cry ... I just thought we were closer ... it's hard to keep track of time just staring at the ceiling (at this last statement, Sue even tried a little chuckle, although it came out like another sob). "Well, okay. But I think I'm going to increase the pressure a little (another sob from Sue) ... are you sure you're okay?" What Sue thought: "Okay? Hey I am a-ok. I just love being naked with my big F-cup tits pointing straight up at your tastefully decorated den ceiling, helplessly racked across your shoulders ... it's like my favorite thing ... I am forty-six years old ... Key Request Rituals are for showing wet-behind-the-ears, prospective daughters-in-law who's the boss ... I am a mature woman who just wants to have a little fun (and take a little nourishment) with a (much) younger man, who just happens to be your son ... This is just wrong ... You shouldn't be putting me through this ... If the situation were reversed and I had the husband (and regular access to his semen) I wouldn't be punishing you just because I could ... " What Sue said: "Sandy, if this is what it takes to be Ryan's keyholder ... " "Okay, here goes," cut in the powerful blonde woman as she powered down on the back-breaker. As the pain ramped up, Sue tried to crawl deep inside herself to escape the unrelenting feeling that she was being crumpled up like yesterday's newspaper. As a defense mechanism, Sue tried to visualize how things might have been if she hadn't, prior to the Changeover, put all of her efforts into her career and had concentrated at least a little bit on securing a husband ... . She was thirty-nine years old when it had happened, a partner in a small law firm, making ridiculous money. She worked sixty hours a week and was always traveling. Men had always found her attractive ... shiny auburn hair, athletic figure with big, round (pre-changeover) double d-cup breasts. She'd never lacked for company, but had never made a connection. And then the Changeover, and Sue, and every other adult woman in the world, had awakened one morning to a whole new physiology. Post-Changeover, the average untrained woman was suddenly as strong, or stronger, than the world's strongest men. Your average co-ed, who never saw the inside of a gym, could lie down on a bench and put up 400 lbs. Everyday women, who trained regularly and concentrated, even a little bit, on powerlifting were working out in the 800 lb. range and maxing around 1,200 lbs. And then came, what has since become known in the common parlance, as "the Discovery." It happened at the world power-lifting championships two years after the Changeover. Katherine Powell, who had, the previous year, set the initial post-Changeover record for the 132 lb. weight class, with a bench press of 2,452 lbs. (her best, a world record the year before had been 314 lbs.), set herself on the bench and powered up 4977. (None of the female unlimiteds broke even 3,000 that year; the male unlimited class winner put up 686 lbs.) The follow-up testing showed no illegal substances of any sort. In fact, the report's only "odd" finding indicated semen (her husband's) in her blood. Odd because, since the Changeover, men had lost the ability to pass semen. Orgasm's were unaffected, so a man could gain release either by himself or with a partner, but it had been nearly two years since anyone knew of any man having had a "liquid climax." Several studies had revealed the presence, in the male of the species, of what is now commonly known as "Blocking Hormone," a substance that had not been part of human physiology prior to the Changeover, and is still, despite thousands of man-hours, and millions of dollars (what with the long term prospects for human existence hanging in the balance), a complete mystery to science. In response to questioning as part of the record-sanctioning investigation, Katherine indicated that the morning of the competition, she had, in fact, given her husband a "good luck kiss" (her exact words), and had swallowed his semen (the oddity of this had not struck her until the lab results had been returned). As a function of further questioning, Ms. Powell revealed (although the results of the investigation were kept secret, for reasons of privacy, until the journal articles were published) her pre-competition ritual: "Post-Changeover, I developed a pre-contest ritual where the first thing I would do on the morning of the finals, actually upon waking up, while still lying in bed, was to wrestle Brad (Ms. Powell's husband, 181 lb.-class world deadlift record-holder, Brad Powell). Obviously, post-Changeover, he never won ... but he was a really good sport about it. Anyway, I'd always finish him by sitting up on his face ... and he would take me over to orgasm ... Can I say orgasm in the report? Usually, I would hold him in place under me until he passed out. Then I would suck on his penis (while he was out cold) until he orgasmed ... the game was to see if I could take him over before he regained consciousness. Then I would carry him (usually still groggy) to the shower. As I recall, this morning he came around just before he came ... " Two NIH grants later, the New England Journal of Medicine and the science digest Nature reported, independently of one another, the effect of Semen Consumption on a Post-Changeover woman's physiology. The two articles, though a combined five hundred twenty-one pages, actually boiled down to three sentences, which, starting from the moment they were published, have reworked nearly every aspect of human social interaction: (1)Blocking Hormone, while completely effective at its level during wakefulness is characteristically released in nearly triple its usual concentrations during periods of loss of consciousness (sleep or otherwise); (2) Provided the male is in the "Oblivious State," at the time of issue, "Blocking Hormone" will (temporarily) cease to have an effect on semen production; and (3) Ingesting as little as one teaspoon of fresh semen per week, will, characteristically, double (approximately) an otherwise healthy woman's "natural" strength. The Oblivious State was the studies' authors' way of characterizing the mental state that exists just at the moment that consciousness is either lost or regained. By depriving her husband of oxygen, and coincidentally timing his orgasm to the moment that he began to regain consciousness, Katherine Powell had turned off his "Blocking Hormone" and loaded up on what has since become universally recognized as the most effective strength-enhancing supplement know to (wo)man. Suddenly, there were two kinds of women. Those with (regular access) and those without. While those with regular access had a clear advantage in ratcheting up their already otherworldly strength, the situation was not as simple as it might initially seem. First, many women, for various reasons, not the least of which is religious beliefs, would not ingest semen under any circumstance. Secondly, Oblivion is not that easy to come by (no pun intended). Losing consciousness (without actually dying) via suffocation is an inexact science and for most men, who were, as a group, already pretty shell shocked by the recent erosion of what had been, since the dawn of human existence, the fundamental difference - men are generally stronger than women - between the sexes were, at least, marginally resistant. This, of course, put quite the funny twist on the old argument of just when does "no" actually mean "no." Most women, though more willing to give it a try (and with much less to lose), found that employing the trial and error method of learning just when to "let up" could sometimes lead to (big) problems. (There are, of course, no statistics, but in the year following the Discovery, the number of emergency response incidents involving half-naked men with no pulse/no respiration went off the charts.) Oxygen deprivation between consenting adults became society's number one social concern. (Asking your husband or lover to lie still while you deprive him of oxygen to the point of incoherency) for the sole purpose of increasing a strength-gap that was already incomprehensible has proved to be an intricate dynamic fraught with peril.) A fad of mechanical devices came (mostly with tragic circumstances and ongoing litigation) and went. Marriages dissolved. (Incompatibility with regard to Oblivion has been upheld as grounds in several divorce cases, the first of which, In re: O'Rourke, wherein husband was granted leave to end the marriage following his wife's having "held him helpless under her tits" for seven straight days while on vacation was decided just last year.) Because the (new) crime of Rape for Nourishment is a burgeoning problem, when in public, most men (starting at the onset of puberty) wear some type of chastity device. (While Post-Changeover Womankind has suffered no massive shift in demeanor or attitude, studies show that most women harbor a deep desire to maximize their newfound (superhuman) strength.) Because, however, women are no more violent or aggressive than they were pre-Changeover, the discovery of a well-made belt, properly attached, is usually enough to bring a woman to her senses. While a more mature (single) man, who is capable of making responsible decisions, generally holds his own key (married men are, of course, usually locked up by their wives), adolescents are usually locked up by Mom. (Decisions are, of course, made by individual families, but society has seemed to settle on the construct that most young men are responsible for their own key by their late twenties.) The "marrying age," however, is coming down as young women now see a husband as the quickest way to "regular access," and the Key Request Ritual has, in just these few short years, become a cultural institution. While every family develops its own idiosyncrasies, most KRR's take the same general form. First, Mom immobilizes her prospective daughter-in-law, afterwhich she renders the helpless bride-to-be unconscious (usually with a long stop-over in Oblivion). (Key Requesters are expected to resist (physically) their future mothers-in-law. Assuming, however, that Mom is a "well-fed woman," the younger woman has no real hope of fighting her off.) Though, many women will place the younger woman into some type of mechanically-aided immobilization (i.e. - Last year's Consumer Report's number one new product was the Tit Vice, sold with the tag-line, "If her tits are too big, then use our rig!"), most prefer the hands-on method. School-girl pins are by far the most popular method of immobilization, because they are essentially painless, and, also, because her boobs are hanging right over her future daughter-in-law's face, Mom is already in good smothering position. Some women, however, prefer to immobilize through pain, or, in some cases, simply have their own agendas. Truth be told, Sandy was more than a little shocked when last Thursday, as she and her best friend sat in Sue's den enjoying coffee after their weekly night out together, Sue had, with no prior warning, returned from a bathroom break, wearing only a lacy white bra.. As Sandy watched, barely registering that Sue was clothed for ritual purposes, the big busted redhead kneeled at her feet, removed the bra, and offering it to Sandy, asked for Ryan's key. In retrospect, Sandy now knew that she should have ended it right then and there. Key requests were refused all the time. All she would have had to do, per tradition, was to put Sue back into her own bra. But Sue was her best friend, and the look on her face was so pathetic. Before she could stop herself, Sandy had removed her own top and her own, brassiere (a double E), and helped Sue, despite the slight overfill, into it. Sue then helped Sandy into her old bra (a slightly easier task) and the two hugged, wordlessly. And now, one week later, after having determined that though Ryan and Sue had been out several times, Ryan had not agreed to any type of exclusivity, and, in fact, was also seeing a woman from his bio-chemistry class, who he thought might have potential, Sandy's initial shock had turned to actual anger. Clearly, Sue was desperate for semen and was trying to use their friendship to her advantage. Not really caring that it would probably mean the end of their friendship (one good turn deserves another), Sandy was determined that Sue would not only fail to complete the KRR, but that she would also suffer for her mistake. So Sandy powered down on the back breaker. The pain grew so very intense, so very quickly that Sue, almost immediately, lost all rational control and restraint. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Please! Please, Sandy! It hurts! It hurts! Please! Let me down! Let me down!" Sandy was so strong, and Sue was so at her mercy, that in just about ten seconds Sue was full-out screaming ... the sobbing pain in her voice sharing equal time with abject, uncontrolled terror. Just like that Sandy let up on the back-breaker. Sue sobbed quietly as she lay very still across her prospective mother-in-law's shoulders. "I'm sorry, honey; but that wasn't nearly long enough time. I think I'm going to have to give you your bra back." Sandy gently lowered Sue to the floor, where the red head curled up and continued to sob. Sandy removed the slightly too big bra from her otherwise impressive rack and managed to pack Sue into it with only a moderate amount of resistance. Gathering her friend into her arms, Sandy realized that she was no longer angry. As Sue's sobbing slowly quieted, Sandy continued to hold her best friend until the still mostly naked woman drifted off to a fitful sleep.