Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 16:22:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: yoric horatio <yoric_horatio@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breeder Programme: Chapter 4

Later that year when I was still 14 Caroll called all us girls together to
announce that they had formulated a new surgery, this one was totally
optional and had no bearing on our ability to have children or sex in any
way. She explained the theory behind a penectomy and how it was performed
on men who wanted to have sex reassignment surgery whereby the penis was
essentially thinned down and repositioned to become a clitoris, the urethra
was moved and placed some way below it, the scrotum was reconstructed to
form the labia majora and minora of the female genitals and the subject
castrated. The difference between this and Caroll's plans were instead of a
pseudo vagina being constructed which was quite hard to do and required a
long recovery period not to mention extensive dilating to ensure it did not
close up again since there was no real need this would be dispensed with.

We were also not to be castrated at all as our testicles did provide a
function, if only one of lubrication. The plans laid out required the
testicles to be returned into the abdomen via the inguinal canals and the
scrotum was reconstructed as normal to form lips which would ultimately
cover the urethra when not in use. To prove the success of this new
procedure one of the nurses was brought in in an operating gown.

It was stressed to us that volunteers were requested from among the staff
and this nurse was the first to put his hand up, his sexual orientation was
as a pure bottom and was able to orgasm from anal penetration alone and
indeed had not had a hardon in a few years. Once positioned on the exam
table Caroll showed us with a camera displayed on the overhead screen the
result of the surgery. All in all it looked extremely neat, the newly
formed clitoris could just be seen under its hood and a pair of healthy
looking lips stretched down to end an inch or so short of his anus.

We were told that those of us who had partners, there were a few couples
now, should go away and discuss it between themselves as it really should
be a joint decision. The sexual relationship Nina and I enjoyed leant
towards me being the more submissive although more experienced partner,
this fact alone made us consider the new proposal very seriously. If you
added in the fact that I experienced penetrative sex more and came less and
less frequently by stimulation to my tiny cock sealed the deal. We agreed
that I should go through with the operation and assume my rightful role as
the slightly more submissive female role in our partnership.

Needless to say Caroll was thrilled, I was in her eyes at least, becoming
more and more the woman I was destined to be from the very start.

For a week after the surgery I was in a lot of pain, my crotch felt bruised
beyond belief and I simply couldn't close my legs for the first 3 days
because of the pain. Slowly however I healed, my bandages were being
changed only daily and not 3 times a day as previously but I still felt
extremely swollen. Another week passed and another before I was deemed
sufficiently healed to forgo the torment of reapplying layer after layer of
gauze and being trussed up like a chicken ready for slaughter.

It goes without saying that the sex life between Nina and I was totally
non-existent at this point, it was the longest I had gone without some form
of sex for what felt like ever and to be honest, it was really getting to
me. Without my at least daily release of fluids through orgasm it soon
became obvious that I leaked copiously from my pussy, the drugs I had taken
earlier in life to increase my production of seminal fluids had done their
job well, it was estimated that I was consistently producing in excess of
30ml daily before my surgery (normal men's ejaculate is between 2 and 5ml)
and now I certainly couldn't entertain anyone touching me. As a result of
this I had an almost permanent wet patch in my pants and the bed sheets
were being changed on a daily basis.

This did cause someone to think about what would happen during our
hopefully inevitable pregnancy, if we went off sex because of our gravid
nature this would surely happen again. It was suggested that we utilise
panty liners or tampons. This was quickly dismissed as they simply were not
absorbent enough, short term solution was simply the regular application
and changing of wads of cotton wool.

It wasn't until a full 2 weeks after surgery that I was able to view my new
vulva in a hand held mirror. To say that I was underwhelmed was an
understatement and I started to cry.

Everywhere between my legs was black and blue, my new lips were swollen and
distended, the stitches keeping me together were taught as they tried to
restrain my poor flesh, I could make out the vaguest of shapes that could
in a good light be mistaken for my new labia but it all looked so
horrible. When Caroll came into the room to check on me she found me in
floods of tears, bawling my heart out at the destruction of my crotch. I
might not have particularly liked my little cockle but at least it wasn't
hideously deformed or something you saw out of late 20th century horror
films.

Caroll tried to console me but I was getting more and more worked up the
more I thought about it, I barely registered the needle going into my arm
and the coolness spreading throughout my body before darkness overcame me.

I have no idea when I awoke but I was not alone, both Caroll and Nina were
there smiling as I groggily acknowledged their presence. I don't know what
I would have done had it not been for them for the next few weeks, I
probably wouldn't have survived. Slowly but surely the pain between my legs
decreased, about 4 weeks after surgery the stitches were removed and the
surgeon declared the result a success ... how can he call that mass of
awful flesh a success. I was terribly depressed, I didn't want to look down
there, I showered without ever touching myself down there, just letting the
water run over me and hopefully cleanse me sufficiently.

I was berated on many an occasion for my unwillingness to keep myself
clean, I had to promote proper healing but I couldn't bring myself to do
it. Finally, between Caroll and Nina, they persuaded that if I wouldn't do
what was necessary, Nina would shower with me and complete what I felt I
could not.

These past weeks I had not allowed myself to be naked around Nina, I didn't
want her to see the horribleness between my legs but constant pressure from
those around me forced my hand. I found myself one night alone with Nina in
our bathroom, dressed in my robe terribly nervous to show my body to the
one I loved most, I almost couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me. I
insisted that she stood behind me in the shower so that the full extent of
the damage would be shielded from view.

As I stood there under the hot running water I felt Nina approach me, her
hands wrapping around my waist as she stepped closer, content for the
moment to cuddle me standing up. Her breath was hot on the nape of my neck
and I momentarily allowed myself the luxury of reliving some of the
previous occasions we had showered together. I felt her tiny cockle
nestling between my buttocks as her hands travelled slowly up my body to
cup my breasts, kneading them softly causing me to gasp. I pressed myself
back against her increasing the pressure between us forcing her further
between the globes of my ass.

Her hands tweaked both nipples simultaneously causing a moan to escape from
my lips, oh god I had missed her delicate hands roaming over my body. I
felt one hand reach out to the soap dispenser, a generous dollop of liquid
soap automatically dispensed itself into the palm of her hand which was
soon returned straight back to my left breast. The coldness caused an
immediate erection of my nipple and again a moan escaped from me. She began
kneading, spreading the soap around so that her right hand could take care
of my right breast. I felt her nibble at the nape of my neck, then my
earlobe, I could feel my juices stirring within me as the eroticism
increased.

Slowly her right hand slipped down my front over my tummy towards my
crotch, I almost missed the movement but a moments panic ensued. Sensing my
rising consternation Nina whispers into my ear "trust me darling, I wont
hurt you, nothing you are or how you look can make me love you less". Tears
welled inside me, I did trust her implicitly but I was still scared, tears
stung my eyes.

Her fingers glided over my hairless mons and I felt the first tingle
emanating from my new pussy lips, my eyes popped open, I was not prepared
for the pleasure I could feel, I was fully expecting pain mixed with
revulsion certainly not pleasure. Since my legs were still tightly closed
Nina's fingers could barely gain access so she continued down my inner
thighs as far as she could reach before dragging her long painted nails
back up towards my crotch, teasing my legs apart ever so slightly. Again I
felt contact, another wave of pleasure and I involuntarily spread my legs
allowing greater access to my new privates.

More soap was dispensed onto her caring fingers and I felt her probing the
folds of my oh so sensitive skin. The sensations I was experiencing were
nothing like I had ever experienced before, she expertly teased me,
heightening my pleasure and I was soon humping her hand. I felt no pain at
all only the occasional roughness of scar tissue. I was more pleased than
ever that I had undergone electrolysis on my pubic region, I felt so smooth
and sexual.

Nina's index finger pressed the folds of skin out of the way as she dragged
it from almost the entrance of my pussy straight up, I knew my new clit was
there somewhere waiting to be stroked but the enormous wave of pleasure
that hit me as her digit brushed this new pleasure button was almost more
than I could bear. She stroked it once and my knees buckled, stars
blossomed before my eyes, I cried out in near orgasm ... oh my god!!
... how could anything ever feel this good, my breaths were hard and
laboured, eyes clenched shut and mouth agape. I clasped her hand in mine in
a reflex action but I couldn't stop her finger doing it again, the second
stroke was even more powerful than the first and I could feel myself
starting to cum, I knew any further teasing from her would send me so far
over the top I would fear for my sanity but I also knew that I would simply
die if I couldn't cum and cum now. Just as I felt her finger move again, 2
fingers of her other hand were at my pussy entrance and pushed in
relentlessly, I couldn't concentrate on any hand on its own, as soon as I
started to enjoy my hole being opened for the first time in weeks, her
finger struck for a 3rd and final time.

My body convulsed and shook, my juices spurted from me around Nina's
ministrations in my pussy, my legs gave out totally so I was being held up
by my sex organs which only intensified this rolling juggernaut of feeling
running amok through my body and the orgasmic scream that filtered
eventually to my ears was mixed with my own sobbing cries of release.

Moments passed, I have no memory of how many, my mind was still trying to
process what had happened, my body was still in a state of shock and
quivering, I was still being held by Nina barely able to stand, her hand
still between my thighs as I had clamped it there by a strength I didn't
know I had. Every tiny movement of my body was accentuated by her fingers
still on my new labia, I needed to release her hand as it was simply too
much, my post orgasmic bliss was building into the warm fluffy cloud that
my mind and body were retreating to and I needed respite from these
feelings.

I regretfully removed her hand biting my lower lip to steel myself against
the sensations this movement caused, even that was sufficient to start my
blood boiling again and I turned to lean against the shower wall, not
caring about the cold coming through the tiles against my burning skin. I
opened my eyes focussing on Nina, standing there naked as the day she was
born with her precious cockle at full mast smiling at me, lust in her eyes
and love on her lips.

As I was leaning back, my legs spread naturally to enforce my balance, I
reached out for her hand and brought her close to me determined to return
the favour. I kissed her on the lips and wrapped my arms around her to draw
her ever closer. She stood between my feet and leaned in pressing her body
to me, our breasts mashing together, our erect nipples pressing into each
other's flesh.

As our passions increased again she began grinding into me and her cockle
naturally probed my labia, sliding between the fresh new and above all
sensitive lips, too sensitive in this case. My moans were once again
echoing around the bathroom and my peak was rising fast, I know I would
never be able to hold off long enough for Nina to cum before I was long
past a gibbering wreck on the shower floor.

With a supreme effort I pushed her away from me; the understanding in her
face was evident. Slowly I reached forward with my mouth and began to
tongue her neck, ears then travelling down her body, teasing one nipple
with my mouth and the other with my fingers, swapping over occasionally to
raise her blood pressure further. I reached with my free hand down to her
erect cockle and gently massaged the blood engorged shaft stroking
continuously until she practically begged me to suck her. Eagerly I
transferred my mouth to around her cockle and sucked and licked the bulbous
head into my mouth, I ran my tongue under her frenulum dragging the entire
length of my tongue over her tender spot.

She started to move in and out of my mouth, pushing all of herself into me
which I eagerly accepted keeping up the suction as her pace increased. I
placed my hands on her buttocks so I could pull her into me, I loved the
taste and feel of her tiny penis wanting and wishing I could have it in my
pussy. I sensed she was close to cumming so I quickly buried first one
finger and then another into her sweet flowing pussy, finger fucking her
closer and closer to orgasm, I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, I
could feel her juices flowing around my digits as she frantically humped my
face groaning and moaning, her voice increasing in pitch and volume,
telling me to suck her, fuck her over and over until with one final thrust
she orgasmed harder than I have ever known her to, almost collapsing onto
me but just managing to lower herself to the ground where she lay heaving
and panting exhausted by her exertions.

I turned off the shower, knelt beside her and kissed her on the lips in a
way only the deepest of love can produce. She responded weakly still unable
or unwilling to let go the feelings she had just endured. I stepped over
her to gather a towel for each of us passing the full length mirror on my
way.

My reflection caught my eye and I regarded myself. This was the first time
I had looked at myself fully nude since the operation, slowly I turned to
face my own reflection my eyes drawn inexorably to my new looking
crotch. Gone were the hideously deformed lips, I looked just like the few
genetic women left and all those who had passed away. No longer did I have
this tiny penis that was permanently tucked between my legs, instead I had
soft folds of skin with a just protruding nub of a clit poking out and
slightly down. There was still a small amount of skin bruising, the stitch
scars almost totally healed so only a pale line could be seen. Other than
that it looked almost identical to pictures and drawings of an early teens
girls vagina.

Nina had turned over and was watching me "its beautiful" she whispered, I
turned with tears in my eyes again and agreed. "It is"

I grabbed a towel for us each and helped Nina to her feet, still a little
unsteady on her legs, and guided her into the bedroom. She practically fell
onto the bed wrapped up in the towel for a well deserved rest, I lay behind
her and cuddled until we slipped into a peaceful sleep.

It was early morning before I awoke, at some point during the night we had
both shifted in our sleep to her spooning me. It took a few seconds to
realise precisely what had woken me and I lay still enjoying the sensation
of her breasts pressing into my back and the general warmth of her
body. Her right hand was cupping my left breast with her fingers
occasionally kneading my sensitive flesh, I wasn't even sure she was awake
or whether she still slept. Either way her ministrations were peaking my
interests again. I began to grind my bum back into her crotch felling her
cockle grow and press into the valley between my cheeks as once again my
juices started flowing. She moaned sleepily letting me know that her hands
were working on autopilot, the knowledge that her unconscious mind desired
me was most gratifying.

I continued grinding back, at some point her mind picked up on my cues and
started pushing back into me forcing her cockle to rub right over my tender
pussy but no matter how I angled myself or willed my hole to open I still
couldn't get the head to pass past my sphincter, the pressure however felt
wonderful.

She stirred awake slowly gradually returning to consciousness obviously
liking the reason for coming out of her slumber as she continued moving her
hips against me. We continued like this for some minutes just bumping and
grinding against each other our passions steadily rising, my breast being
handled roughly and my nipples tweaked mercilessly, mews of pleasure
escaping from my mouth. One of Nina's hands began traveling down my body
until it found my crotch, her fingers caressed my clit but without the
benefit of the shower water it was terribly sensitive almost to the point
of painful. Luckily Nina realised that some form of lubrication was
required and her hand moved to my pussy, scooping up some of my copious
juices before returning to their previous task. It appeared that Nina would
not be happy until I was climbing the walls in orgasmic pleasure as she
teased each breast in turn with one hand, flicked my clit repeatedly with
the other, continued to press her cockle into the entrance to my pussy and
was tonguing and biting my neck with abandoned passion. All I could do from
this position was lie there and take it all in.

I felt her move, pushing me onto my back whilst squatting on her heels, she
lifted my legs together and pressed them to my chest and then practically
dove onto my pussy with her tongue out licking and tasting my juices direct
from the source before pushing as much of her tongue into my hot willing
hole as she possibly could. Her constantly moving tongue drove me wild as
she licked, sucked and probed me inside and out. During all this I had my
eyes tightly shut, mouth open gasping huge lungs full of air as my tortured
senses were sent into overload again. Suddenly her mouth left my gaping
hole and I felt her tongue drag its way up the crack between my labia, it
took a few moments for realisation to dawn on me as to what her eventual
aim was but by the time I had figured that out, her lips had attached
themselves around my clit.

My mouth opened into a soundless scream, my brain unable to comprehend the
sheer enormity of pleasure that flooded my body as I immediately began
bucking into her face in instant orgasmic bliss holding her head to my
crotch as my body shook way beyond my control again.

Coming down from this latest orgasm took forever, I felt like I was
floating on a pink cloud of pleasure. I was barely aware of Nina moving
back up the bed to cuddle me as I slowly regained my senses. It felt very
sensitive between my legs, the most modest of movements caused spasms to
wrack through my body, in the end I simply had to lay there with my legs
spread until I had come down completely from my latest orgasm.

Over the next few months Nina and I had the most fun with my new toy, she
would take great delight in tormenting me with her tongue whilst in a 69
position and I had her cockle my mouth, fingers busy in each other's
pussies bringing an endless supply of wonderful orgasms to each other. One
of our favourite positions was with Nina squatting on her heels and my legs
high in the air pressed tightly together, her cockle poking between my
thighs and rubbing my clit whilst she fucked my legs to wondrous orgasms.