PostChangeover: Swallowed by his Sister-in-law
by Sunblind



It took me a minute but as my eyes focused, upon waking, I realized that
Jennifer had pulled a chair over to the side of the bed and was sitting there,
in just her bra and panties, watching me sleep.

I smiled at her, my eyes involuntarily traveling to her brand new set of full,
firm, almost but not quite, D-cups.

"You know I think your new body is great ... I simply cannot get used to you
not being flat-chested; but I'm not so sure your sister would approve of you
being in my bedroom, especially dressed like that."

She shrugged. "Yeah, I bet you can't get used to me being able to pick up the
car, either. As to Betsy, I just got off the phone with her ... we may have a
slight problem."

I waited expectantly.

"Lie still," she continued, and, then, with no further explanation: "I've
never ingurgitated a man before, and I don't want to hurt you."

A pregnant pause.

"Well, I've never been ingurgitated ... not even by my wife ... what's going
on ... "

She cleared her throat and rose from her chair, clearly uncomfortable with the
idea of sucking me through her vagina into her uterus.

With neither fanfare nor flourish, exhibiting the attitude of a young soldier
dealing with orders that she found somewhat distasteful, she rose from her
chair and removed her panties. Facing me, her left arm akimbo, her left hand
on her sensuously flaring hip, she gestured with her right hand as she spoke.

"I just got a call from Madeline Showalter ... she's the head of the local
garden club. She's one of the town's Mama Bears and she's coming over today
for lunch.

"I missed last week's meeting ... a real "no-no" ... especially for me ... .We
moderates are already facing a lot of problems. Anyway, she wants to come over
to lunch to catch me up on what I missed."

Now I was beginning to understand.

Post-changeover, women had become so much stronger than men that society was
on the brink of actually breaking down. The strength gap was so severe that,
despite the fact that the Changeover had caused no actual alteration in either
gender's baseline mental/emotional capacities, many women, without realizing
it, could not help treating men as if we were helpless children.

I am lucky. My wife, Betsy, and I are exactly the same people and have exactly
the same relationship now as we had prior to the Changeover ... the only
difference is that now when we get a flat tire, if Betsy is there, we no
longer need a jack. Also there was the minor matter of her needing all new
bras. (Post-changeover, women are, on average, two cup sizes larger than they
were formerly ... Betsy now sports big round double D's, where once there were
only C-cups.)

Unfortunately, many women are not inclined to Betsy's (and Jennifer's)
moderate position. Even more unfortunately, the, shall we call them,
extremists, are winning. If things keep going the way they are, even men like
myself, who's women see the Post-Changeover world as something to be embraced
(as opposed to exploited), will have to toe the line with regard to curfews,
attire and social standing.

Doubly unfortunately, Brewster, like many small conservatively-oriented towns,
where Jennifer had found herself living, prior to the Changeover, after taking
a job with a Manhattan fashion house, was a hot-bed of this new societal
direction. The women had, for all intents and purposes, taken over the town.
According to Jenn, there was a distinct possibility that, before the end of
the year, men, among a myriad of other restrictions, would actually be barred
from wearing clothes ... in both public and private settings.

"So, in other words, it will be illegal for a wife, no matter what her
political orientation, to allow her husband to wear clothes, even in his own
home," was what Jennifer had said to Betsy during their phone conversation
following the last town meeting.

I was in Brewster, on my way home to Philadelphia from business in New
England. I had needed to visit about a dozen of our retail locations and
decided to drive in order to get in a visit with Jenn.

"Interestingly," Jennifer continued, "what Madeline said is, 'I'll come over
and we'll catch up.' "

"What she really means, though, is, 'I'll come over and sit on your face until
you are completely helpless; and once you are completely helpless, I will
pussy-claw you until you beg for mercy, so that in the future you will think
long and hard about missing another meeting.' "

"Jeez," I said. "How big is she?"

"Double G"

"Wow. What is that, like thirty times stronger than you?"

"More like twice as strong, but once you get up above double D, someone my
size is going to be pretty much helpless. It would be like you trying to hold
me off ... well not quite as bad because I am probably about thirty times
stronger than you are ... but either way, there's just no chance."

Who knew that the size of a woman's breasts would ever be the single most
important determination of her physical strength ... but that was just another
quirk of our Post-Changeover world. Not only were women infinitely stronger
than men, but it seemed to be the size of their tits that determined by how
much; limited only by the fact that there seemed to be some correlation
between breast size and weight, such that a thinner woman who just happened to
be busty would usually be dramatically stronger than a woman of similar
"rackage" whose mammaries were sized due to a high percentage of body fat.

"Anyway, "I'm worried that if Madeline finds a man here, once she has me under
control, she might take some liberties.

"Also," she smiled wanly as she instinctively put her hand on her belly, "If
she finds me with a man struggling helplessly in my belly, she might think I'm
coming around to her way of thinking and refrain from beating me."

She shrugged which made her tits bounce nicely.

"Um ... as much as I would love to be of service ... because, you know I would
do anything to keep you from suffering the indignity of having your pussy
clawed by the Garden Club President; I'm not so sure I like this plan. Why
don't I just head out a little early?"

"Normally, that would have been my first thought ... except that it snowed
eleven inches last night."

"And Betsy agrees that this is the best plan?"

She shrugged again. "The way I see it ... you either spend the day in my belly
or in Madeline's, although I doubt Madeline will be particularly gentle during
either the ingestion or the housing, and I can't imagine how painful the
rebirthing might be ... at least I'll try to be careful not to squeeze too
much ... not to mention what she's going to do to me."

"All right," I sighed, "what do we need to do?"

"Well first you need to lie back," she said, as she took a step toward the
bed. "I want to give you a quick hand job."

I looked at her funny.

"I read an article on the internet that said ingurgitation is easier if the
subject is really relaxed."

She was already rummaging around under the covers, so I lay back and closed my
eyes.

With my balls firmly gripped in her right hand, she tossed the covers onto the
floor and started working my penis with an open palmed left hand, pressing it
right into my belly.

"Man. You are quite a handful, aren't you?"

I smiled my thanks and we chuckled together a little bit.

After about two minutes, I was ready to blow. "Boy," I murmured (by way of
warning), "one thing I will say for my mother-in-law ... she raised two women
who sure know their way around a hand job."

Suddenly, Jenn bobbed her head and took my entire cock into her mouth. I
started a bit, but it was just the right surprise to trigger release. I
thundered jet after jet deep into her throat and she maintained her suction
until well after my last convulsion, after which she licked me clean all
around.

"How's that for relaxed," she asked?

I was pretty much out of it and, as such, barely registered her gently
flipping me to my stomach. I, however, distinctly recall the tickle of her
pubic hair on my toes as she lined me up. Again, I was only vaguely aware as I
began sliding backwards towards the foot of the bed. It was after about a
minute, when I was in up to my waist, and Jenn stepped back away from the bed,
so that I was dangling upside down, hanging out of her vagina, that I truly
registered that my legs and hips, my ass and my balls were already literally
inside of my sister-in-law.

"How is that I'm still full size on the outside ... am I full size on the
inside?"

"According to the article I read, no one knows how it works, but apparently as
soon as any part of you passes through my lips, it instantaneously shrinks
dramatically. By the time I have you all the way in, it'll look like I'm about
6 months pregnant."

After about another minute, I was in up to my neck. I had tucked my arms in
already and my shoulders had passed through simple as could be. I was tucked
between her legs under her expanding belly (and facing behind her), so we
could not see one another. As my chin hit the bottom of her pussy and her
pubic hairs started to tickle my nose, I sneezed. Suddenly, she clenched up a
bit, and I thought my whole body was going to be crushed into paste.

"Sorry ... sorry! When you sneezed it scared me! Are you okay?

By the time she finished her question though, my mouth and nose were
ensconced. I attempted an answer, but the words were unintelligible. I'm
pretty sure she felt the vibration because as I answered, my mouth was right
up against her vagina, and she shuddered, pleasurably. Again I felt incredible
pressure as her womb contracted. One thing was for certain, stuck inside the
wrong women could certainly prove to be very painful.

As her lips closed over my head, I got the sensation of being sealed into a
form fitting rubber sack. I could push out a little with any one of my
extremities, but only a little, and as I had already discovered, Jenn could
certainly push back (with much greater force).

Interestingly, breathing was not a problem (although I don't think I was
breathing in the normal sense), it wasn't too hot or too cold; I wasn't
uncomfortable (although I definitely could not move freely and I was dry. (I
thought I would be a mess of vaginal juices and secretions.) I also found that
without even realizing it, we were communicating.

We discovered this because Jenn answered my observations about my confinement
despite the fact that I had not spoken them out loud.

"I'm trying not to push on you at all. Is there anything I can do to make you
more comfortable?" She actually spoke this out loud and I heard her as clearly
as if I'd been standing right in front of her.

"No. It's actually quite nice in here. To tell you the truth, I have this
overwhelming feeling of safety and peace. Truthfully, I'm thinking I can't
wait to get home and try this with Betsy." I spoke all of this out loud as an
experiment and she clearly heard me perfectly. So it became apparent that we
could communicate telepathically or out loud.

The next hour was spent preparing for Madeline. Jenn showered and dressed (in
sweats) and prepared a Waldorf salad for lunch. We chatted about all manner of
things and experimented a bit with our circumstances. For instance, she found
that when I kicked and punched it was visible on her belly. We also discovered
that by concentrating she could render me unconscious, or if she concentrated
in a different way she could bring me to orgasm (which she did ... twice).

When the door bell rang, and "we" greeted her, Madeline was actually very
pleased to see that Jenn was "obviously thinking" about leaving her moderate
sensibilities behind. They had quite a long discussion, while enjoying the
salad, about the man's "place in the home." Every few minutes I kicked a bit,
and once or twice I even moaned, to give the impression of struggling of which
Madeline clearly approved.

After lunch, while sitting in the living room, Madeline broached the subject
of Jenn having missed the meeting.

"You know, sweetie, I came here today to really read you the riot act."

I could hear the rueful smile in Jenn's voice as she replied (carefully),
"Really, now Madeline, and here I was worried that I was going to experience
"the dreaded and famous Madeline Showalter breast smother."

Madeline tittered.

"Oh, sweety. I still have every intention of breast smothering you ... and, as
you've probably heard I throw a deep and lasting pussy claw ... but look on
the bright side ... when I called this morning it was my intention to chastity
belt you ... for a month ... but now that I see you've decided to put your
vagina to good use ... well, let's just say I've got a list of men who would
benefit from spending some time with you and now I know I can depend on you
... "

Although, I could not actually see it, I experienced it through Jenn's thought
process. Madeline rose and quickly removed her sweater. Turning her back to
Jenn, the big bosomed woman indicated that Jenn should unhook the massive
white cloth bra that supported her unbelievable chest. Motioning Jenn to her
back on the couch, Madeline kneeled near Jenn's head. I could feel Jenn wince
as Madeline's fingers slipped into her vagina just as the big woman's enormous
left breast descended upon, and began to spread across, my sister-in-law's
beautiful face.