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Story title : A World Turned Upside Down!

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A World Turned Upside Down!

Homer Vargas

Vargas111@yahoo.com

Some of you may remember my story of a while ago "Wonder Woman's

Most Fulfilling Adventure." As it ended, our favorite Amazonian

Princess was definitely out of the crime-fighting business. The

busty ex-super-heroine had just borne a daughter for the tribe's

ancient enemy, Pan, and was facing a life of slavery, making more

babies for the horny god. More to the point of Pan's plot,

without a strong feminine role model and unprotected against Pan

and Althea his witch Queen, the world was vulnerable to their

Pan's schemes to reestablish traditional male dominance over

women.

Word of the disappearance of her elder daughter, Diana has reached

Queen Hypolite who is about to send her younger daughter, Drucilla

to replace Wonder Woman. Before she sends her off, however she

REALLY reads her the riot act about "fooling around." We take up

the story at this point.

A World Turned Upside Down

Homer Vargas

Vargas111@yahoo.com

"Geez, I know all that, Mom! I'll be OK, really," the excited

Drucilla exclaimed. "You've told me all that before."

"Drucilla darling, it's not that I don't trust you, but it's just

so important, now that Diana has disappeared. You are the only

other Amazon that has ever visited the World of men and only you

may be able to find her or at least to replace her. Things are

going from bad to worse there for women. And it's all so

mysterious. We think some Evil Power may have been involved in

what happened to Diana."

"Gee, Mom, I don't see what's so mysterious. You know Diana has

always been oversexed. You haven't seen her orgasming like crazy

every time some two-bit evil genius ties her up and tries to

orgasm her into submission or the way she grinds her hips back

onto the member of one of those plantamals that capture her and

tries to plant it's seed in her. She just got tired of being a

technical virgin and shacked up with that Steve Trevor who had

been trying to get into her pants for all these years. I old Di

was getting it so good from Stevie, she got a little careless and

let him put a little bun in her oven. Then, when the opprobrium

of being a pregnant Wonder Woman got too bad, she fled into

hiding. But don't worry, Mom, I'll find her."

"You may be right, my dear! Why at least didn't she come back

here? We would have accepted her."

"Gosh, Mom, from the lectures you've given me all my life, I'll

bet she didn't feel that an Amazon girl showing up on Paradise

Island with a big belly would exactly be welcomed with open arms."

"Oh, dear! Perhaps some of the blame does fall on me. But it IS

more complicated than you think, darling. We've made inquires,

even talked to Diana's OB/GYN. She was three or more months

pregnant BEFORE she started sleeping with that <shudder> military

person. Yet she had not lost her superpowers. Apparently she had

been impregnated earlier, but without her having "given herself."

Her powers only started to fade when she began letting Col. Trevor

fuck her."

"Wow!" Dru let out, momentarily sobered.

"Besides, you don't have much time. If you don't find her or take

Diana's place, Paradise Island is doomed."

"Huh? How could my failure in the World of men -- not that I'm

going to fail -- harm Paradise Island?" Dru asked.

"I've never told you or the others, but you have to know. The

gods only extend our lease on Paradise Island in return for the

services of an Amazon. She has to handle all the dirty little

chores in the World of men that the Gods would have to take care

of otherwise. But now there is some guy who's rich as Croesius

that has offered Zeus billions for the place, wants to develop it

as a Club Eros or something. It took everything I could do to

persuade him to let us stay long enough to give you a chance. And

I do mean everything!"

"Mom! You don't mean you let him ...?"

"For a week! Or should I say for a weak. Humph! The erstwhile

Father of the Gods and men is definitely over the hill as far as

being a lover goes. Could hardly get it up twice a day and only

fucks for an hour or so before he looses it."

"Mother!" Dru could hardly believe her ears.

"Of course Hephaestus was even worse. A few friendly fucks

weren't enough to get him to make you a new golden lasso and magic

girdle. He insisted I take out my magic diaphragm so he could get

me --"

"Mother, you don't mean --"

"Yes, Dru. There is going to be a new little Amazon on Paradise

Island for the first time since your were born," Hypolite

explained, patting her tummy and not looking all that unhappy

about the divine extortion. "At least Aphrodite had taught HIM a

thing or two about how to please a woman. And with you going

away, well, I guess it'll be nice to have another little girl
around the palace."

'Just a minute, Mom! I was born just after Diana was sent to the

World of Men. Does that mean that I --"

"Well, how else do you think I got him to make DIANA's lasso and

girdle?"

*****

Now that was quite a revelation, no? Perhaps before we get down

to following Dru's exciting adventures, we should take a look at

just what little Dru will face in the World of Men. Without our

star-spangled superheroine things have gotten pretty bad.

Item:

- All the summer movies all have pregnancy themes: they have to.

Few actresses younger than 60 can be found that are not pregnant,

or nursing a newborn, or both.

- CNBC women newscasters all are proudly toting bellies of

different sizes. Debora Marchini, always the pioneer, nurses her

six-month old on camera and invites viewers to guess the sex of

the one she expecting now

- The summer Olympics have special categories for pregnant pole-

vaulters, mommy-to-be marathoners, etc.

- The Miss America Beauty Pageant is forced to go all-preggo with

special bonus points given for a "firm-contoured-well integrated

baby mound".

- Production on teen soap operas on the WB and Fox become erratic

owing to dozens of attractive nubile actresses in their ultra-

fertile 20's getting knocked up.

- Ellen Degeneres and Melissa Etheridge announce they are

splitting because they are both preggers!

- Madonna does a lovingly depicted barefoot-pregnant-and-chained-

to-a-stove photo shoot for Rolling Stone.

- Major retailers have maternity brands: The mommy Republic, The

Bulge, Bloomin' Dale's,

- "Fitness" magazine has a "Fit Pregnancy" offspring.

- -The faux-affectionate "air kiss" on the cheek of two women who

meet has been replaced by a giggly mutual tummy

bump/pat/inspection.

Among the most shocking examples of all these goings on was the

virtual collapse of NPR when the girls of the "fallopian jungle."

Cindy Robins, Nita Thompson, Lydia Worthstein, all decide to stay

home with "this one." Of course idle hands ..., but that's

another story. The wags started to call it National Pregnant

Radio. How did this happen?

Well, it seems the first to fall was Lydia, whose husband had run

off with a cutie that had let him get her pregnant. After weeks

of depression (and getting tired of her vibrator every night)

Lydia heard about Dr. Althea's public television talk show. After

hearing Althea advise getting on with one's life, Lydia thought

about it and realized this meant she should be getting her brains

fucked out as often as possible. She thought about it some more

and realized that she deserved a stud muffin of her very one. Not

long afterwards Lydia found herself frequenting sports bars and

taking up with Ricky from ESPN, a hunky ex-shot putter. Ricky had

only to put a few shots into Lydia, and grandmother Worthstein was

headed for the maternity ward.

Even before her friends found out THAT little fact, Cindy and Nita

noticed that Lydia had not only gotten over her husband's split
amazingly fast, but she was suddenly glowingly happy. They also

noticed disturbing changes in Lydia's behavior, -- difficulty in

maintaining proper NPR gravitas, a tendency to break out in

giggles. Fortunately it was radio, so listeners were unaware of

the shocking change in Lydia's wardrobe, daring miniskirts in

bright shocking colors, big loopy earrings, high-heel, open-toed

sandals. When Cindy or Nita finally confronted her and asked if

this had anything to do with a new boyfriend, Lydia just smiled

and invited them and their husbands to her SC beach house for a

week "to meet him."

To their wives' disgust, Steve and Charles were not as upset at

what they heard about Lydia's behavior, but were also eager to

meet her new beau. Lydia opened the door to the cottage wearing

hot pants and a bra-less blouse tied just below her new

magnificent set of tits (thanks to a healthy dose of vitamin

Silicone taken at Ricky's suggestions). Cindy and Nina almost had

to break elbows in their husbands' ribs to keep them from ogling.

Knowing how to diffuse a situation, Lydia ushered everyone into

the sitting room and had everyone high on wine coolers by the time

Ricky came in from jogging on the beach.

Though they would never have admitted it, especially with their

husbands right there, both Cindy and Nita were rather jealous when

they got a look at their friend's lover. He was Latino and built

and it was obvious what Lydia saw in him. The excited host just

tuned out her guests for several minutes as she greeted Ricky with

a sizzling kiss. Eyes closed, she fondled the prominent erection

through his Speedos, while letting him toy with her tits and make

her moan from some naughtiness his hand had found to do between

her legs. Steve and Charles grinned at each other and scooted

closer to their wives who pretended not to look. Eventually Lydia

calmed down enough to introduce her "friend."

Cindy and Nita were slightly put off when Ricky sent Lydia to

fetch beers for "me and my new buddies," but the breathless woman

gladly jumped up and soon re-appeared with three tall ones,

bending over to give her "friend" and the other two men an eye-

popping peek at her surgically-enhanced cleavage. "Cindy, Nita,

why don't we go into the kitchen and fix lunch so the guys can

talk," Lydia beamed.

The two women rolled their eyes at each other, since neither Cindy

or Nita had cooked a meal in years and so far and they knew, Lydia

couldn't boil water either. Wrong! Turns out Lydia had been

taking crash gourmet cooking classes because "the way to a man's

heart -- and you know his 'what else' <giggle-giggle>-- is through

his stomach." That explained why Lydia had been turning down

afternoon reporting assignments recently. Though as far as Cindy

and Nita could tell, Lydia had no trouble getting to Ricky's "what

else."

Once in the kitchen, Lydia was dying to know what her friends

thought of Ricky, and didn't he have the most gorgeous abs -- and

that's not all -- <giggle> and, <blush> does he ever know how to

fuck a woman, and she'd never know how sexy it was to give a guy

blow jobs, and she loved the way his come tasted ("and just five

calories, what a great diet drink"), but he certainly made it

worthwhile because he could eat her to so many orgasms she passed

out, and she'd never had sex even twice a day before with her ex,

but Ricky did her four or five times, and she was totally in love,

and she had just been dying to tell them sooner, but he promised

he was going to get her PREGNANT! <breathe>

Nita was totally taken aback by Lydia's non-stop gush. Of course

she was flabbergasted that her friend of fif...[oops, it isn't

nice to tell a lady's age] would think about letting a man twe

...[watch it!] so much younger than she, knock her up and off her

career track. But she was surprised that Lydia would go down on

her new lover, but she was also a little envious that a prune-face

like Lydia had a sexy guy eating her out regularly. She had blown

Charles a few times when they were first married. Like most women

who had been around the block a few times before tying the knot

(she had lost her virginity -- better said, cast it aside like a

used tampon -- at thirteen when she seduced the Sr. High

quarterback) she didn't mind the taste. Charles's was better than

most. But when she tried to get him to give HER some nice tongue

action and he made a face as if she had asked him to drink from

the Anacostia, she stopped giving head. It just convinced her

what a selfish lover he was and rather cooled her ardor for him.

She still fucked him when she needed it, but frankly she was

coming to prefer her vibrator. IT always got her off and didn't

snore when ITS batteries ran down.

Cindy, on the other hand, was completely scandalized. She hardly

focused on Lydia the thought of someone like Ricky putting her

friend back in maternity clothes, shocking as that was in a woman

of fif...[tch tch]. Rather she was shocked and horrified at the

disgusting and immoral acts Lydia was admitting to, indeed

boasting of! The thought of allowing a man to place his penis in

her mouth was revolting as well as indecent. Steve knew better

than to ask! But even more was the idea of allowing a man to

touch her private parts with his hands or -- worse -- his mouth.

Cindy knew from experience with Steve what that led to. It was

not only sinful, but also dangerous. Their second and third

children (of the planned one) had resulted when, in a moment of

weakness, she allowed Steve to touch her down there. In no time

she was screaming in orgasm and Steve was in her, making her a

mommy again.

Cindy realized she was prone to sin in that way and she struggled

daily to resist the urges to pleasure herself. Before they

married, she had thought Steve was a nice boy who understood that

sex was only for having babies. Instead, he went along with those

Post-Counciliar priests who said that sex could be a means of

expressing love or even just having fun! Cindy didn't buy it.

The nuns had been very specific on that point. She even felt

guilty about allowing Steve to fuck her on day twenty-seven. The

Pope had said it was OK, but pleasure without procreation felt

like cheating. Still, she did love Steve and knew how he suffered

on account of her virtue. She had long ago resigned herself to

finding evidences of Steve almost nightly sin with his had. Now

here was Lydia, whom she had always thought to be an upright

woman, glorying in giving and receiving pleasure not only from

out-of-wedlock intercourse, but also from the most perverse acts

Cindy could imagine.

Lydia was so wound up from her close encounter with Ricky she

wouldn't shut up as she flung together ham, cheese, bread and

chips. Fixing an elaborate lunch was obviously never in her

plans, or if it was, getting her titties fondled and her pussy
felt had knocked them right out of her head.

Had they never seen one of Dr. Althea's programs, Lydia rattled

on. Of course they were on public TELEVISION, (Lydia uttered the

word as if naming a lower phylum in the Linnean classification of

media, somewhere beneath the segmented worms), but the Doctor made

such sense and had helped her so much and her noon-time program

was on in just a few minutes they just HAD to see it.

There was no opportunity for Nita and Cindy to object as Lydia

carefully arranged three sandwiches for the men on a try with more

beer, pushed wine coolers into the hands of her friends whom she

left to make their own sandwiches and wiggled off to give the boys
lunch (and another peek at her boobs).

Hilarious laughter from the sitting room drew Nita and Cindy there

double-time. The two women were pretty sure Ricky had made some

crude remark about his new girlfriend's new endowments and, far

from chastising him for his sexist attitude, their husbands were

lapping it up. Lapping it up, in fact, was a pretty good

description of what Ricky was doing to Lydia's honkers, when her

friends walked in. Ricky he had popped Lydia's boobies out of the

pesky blouse, and was using his amazingly long tongue to make the

older woman squirm and giggle delightedly.

Their spouses, however, had fallen stone silent. It wasn't hard

to tell what had shut them up, though their mouths hung open. The

television program that Lydia had wanted them all to see had

begun. Their husbands' eyes were riveted to the brilliant

oversized screen where a voluptuous woman of indefinite age was

talking and flirting with the camera. Both Nita and Cindy began

guessing which Miss Clairol bottle her hair had come from, though

they supposed that was not what held their spouses' attention.

More likely was the skirt that stopped at least five inches up her

thigh or the slit that continued up another two or three. On the

other hand, it might also be the set of knockers that seemed to be

fairly screaming to be released from a push-up bra and out for

manual inspection. But in their heart of hearts both women knew

what it really was: the beach-ball belly of the television

hostess.

'Men,' thought Nita, as she turned her attention to the

television. As she suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale

version of the silly psychobabble found on AM talk radio. Good

communication was important between partners: what a cliche.

Wait, did she hear that right? Women were always eager to please

their men but needed to be told clearly exactly what to do?

"Loving but firm instruction is what we need," she said. "A woman

who has been trained to do as she's told around the house will

<sly smile> be the kind of sex kitten you want her to be in bed."

There was something wrong about that, but Nita couldn't figure out

just what. As she continued listening, it started making more

sense. Of course if a man wanted a woman who was hot for him day

and night, he had to make it worth her while. Althea realized

that some men had never learned that knowing how to eat a woman

properly could make her your slave, so she had arranged for a

demonstration. Then, right in front of Nita and millions of other

viewers, Althea lifted her maternity dress and motioned off

camera. 'My God,' Nita thought, 'the slut isn't wearing panties
and she is DRIPPING.' Nina hadn't seen the two men, who were

nodding silently, so rapt by a tv program since the Super Bowl.

Promptly a burly, hairy man appeared and without saying a word,

buried his face in between Althea's legs. For the next forty-five

minutes, until Althea became incoherent during her umpteenth

orgasm, the nation was treated to the first narrated cunilingus

ever shown on national television. It was so intense that Nita

had to get a little relieve from her own fingers. When she

recovered, the program was over and the scene had shifted to banks

of telephones. It was pledge week and "the kind of quality

programming you have just seen cannot survive without your

generous support." Steve and Charles had their checkbooks out,

scribbling furiously.

'Men,' thought Cindy, as she turned her attention to the

television. As she suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale

version of the silly psychobabble found on AM talk radio. Of

course good communication was important between partners. Wait,

did she hear that right? Women needed constantly to ask their

partners what they could do to please them better, how they could

be sexier and more accommodating in bed? That was bullshit! It

was perfectly obvious how to please a man. They were all just

overgrown fourteen-year-old boys. After all, a bombshell like

Cindy Robins didn't need advice from this blond bimbo. A little

red leather miniskirt would knock Steve's sock off! Some high

heels would put a wiggle in her walk that would get her fucked as

often as he could get it up. She didn't have to ask Steve

anything. The erection he'd get when she met him a the door

wearing nothing but heels and a bow around her neck would tell her

all she needed to know. Of course she already knew what the

really wanted, for her to start on a second crop of babies. Well

he could get started tonight, Hell, this afternoon.

When Cindy looked around she saw Nina with a flushed expression on

her face and the boys with what can only be described as a shit-

eating grin. Apparently Ricky and Lydia didn't need to watch a

program about improving communication. Rickey had Lydia her back

on a couch and was communicating about a third of his large cock

into the pussy of the spasaming woman who was crying out for more.

"Ricky, darling, don't tease me like that. I need it all in me!

Fuck me baby, fuck me!

"Are you sure, Liddy-Widdy?" the athletic young man replied,

grinning and keeping up a tantalizingly slow sawing motion in and

out of his girlfriend's weeping cunt. "Don't you remember what

happened the night we met?"

"How can I forget, you bastard! You felt me up me until I

couldn't think straight and then you fucked me stupid."

"And what happens to girls who let boys fuck them stupid without

protection?"

"They get knocked up like I did, you bastard maker. Now shut up

and put it to me!"

"You want me to do it again, to get you even more pregnant? To

have a big bellyful of my baby?"

"Yes, yes, damnit! I don't care if I get too big to fit in my

parking space, just FUCK ME!

Nita had been a little worried about how docile and submissive

Lydia had been around Ricky. Now she was relieved to see that

when Lydia told Ricky clearly what she wanted done, he did it. As

the young man lengthened and deepened his strokes and Lydia's

moans turned to shrieks of ecstasy, Nita looked at Cindy and then

at Charles and smiled. "I think I need a good long <pause> nap,"

she said and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.

Cindy gave Steve a similarly seductive look and replied, "Me too.

I'm feeling very <pause> sleepy," and sauntered toward the hall.

Charles and Steve high fived and followed their wives swaying

assess.

*****

The first days following the vacation Lydia saw a marked

improvement in both her friends, in Nita's attitude and in Cindy's

attire. Nita's bored indifference to her husband, apparent to her

friends underwent a U turn. She wouldn't shut up about how

affectionate Steve was, how good looking, how intelligent, how

successful, how attentive and how he fucked her brains out night

and morning. Cindy, it turned out had knees after all, though few

noticed them when she started showing so much flesh to the north.

Three, then four, and finally five inch heels replaced the drab

flats she wore and suddenly her arms grew bracelets and bangles

and her fingers and toes were painted in a dazzling sequence of

colors. The topper was when she bent over one day to reveal a

small heart tattooed just inches below her ass-cheeks.

A few weeks later Cindy and Nita burst into Lydia's cubical,

laughing excitedly. "We've just come from Dr. Vargas, our OB/GYN

and..." Cindy almost shrieked.

"Since he's got almost eight months to plan, he's going to get us

adjoining rooms in Sibley Maternity," Nita added with a smirk.

"I'm so happy for you!" Lydia gushed a little insincerely, hugging

the two women against her own now very noticeable tummy. "I guess

that makes us even. Ricky has given me twins!"

To be continued? :

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Homer Vargas

Vargas111@Yahoo.com

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