"Yes?" Chastity breathed.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"Really?" Her face broke into a joyous smile.
"Um. Yes. Really."
"Well oh-kay!" Chastity clapped her hands together. "What do I have to do?"
Fanny buzzed B.J. on her iPhone and waited for her to respond. "You know the candidate running against Lastalnacht for Mayor?"
"Sure." Chastity made a face. "Shay loves him. I think he's a dickwad."
"He's the problem. The Institute could be in grave danger. Could you bring yourself to use your sexual super powers on him if it would destroy him and save us?"
Her eyes got wide. "You think I have sexual super powers?"
"I do. So does everyone here."
"Wow. What's my superhero name?"
"What? I… uh…"
"Sex Girl! No, that's too on the nose. The Pink Clit! Orgasmagirl! Wonder Slut! Should I wear a cape on my pussy?"
"Uh…"
"How about The Sex Kitten! I can have a mask like Cat Woman. Would that infringe on a D.C. copyright?"
"We can figure that out later, Chastity." Fanny got on her iSet. "B.J. I need Dick Ouad's schedule for the week, stat."
"Coming right up." B.J. crunched, biting into something that sounded like a cucumber. "Dick Ouad is in town this week and weekend. Tonight he's speaking at the annual Regional meeting of the Strapping Oxen Club."
"Ooh, Daddy's an Oxen!" Chastity said.
Franny frowned, trying to concentrate on a plan. "Do they admit women, B.J.?"
B.J. snorted. "What kind of woman would want to join a Strapping Oxen Club?"
"Good point. Thanks." Fanny hung up. She was getting ahead of herself. A plan would be the easy part. Without Chastity, they had nothing.
"Chastity? What do you think? Will you give your all for Seimann?" Fanny held her breath. Everything depended on this.
"I think..." For a moment, Chastity's face relaxed into thoughtfulness, and then she pushed out her magnificently unbound breasts, nipples pointed out hard. "I'll do it!"
"Thank you." Fanny pulled Chastity into her arms for a hug that was supposed to be brief. Big mistake. Chastity's breasts were so very delicious, and she started thinking about what they'd feel like naked and pressed against hers, and then her Kegels began to twitch.
Then Chastity mercifully released her, allowing Fanny to breathe again.
"No problem, Fanny. Dick Ouad is a dickwad, but I can find something sexy about anyone."
"You're going to save our butts."
"The Brown Buttsaver! No. That one sucks. Suck Woman! Hey, I'm not radioactive, am I?"
"No, you're not radioactive."
"Am I a billionaire? Iron Man and Batman are billionaires."
"Do you have a billion dollars?"
"Is that what billionaire means? I thought it meant something else."
"What did you think it meant, Chastity?"
"French."
"Iron Man and Batman are French?"
"I know, it doesn't make sense to me either."
Fanny almost considered looking at Chastity's medical report, to see if they had given her a brain scan.
"For my secret identity, I want to be an investigative reporter," Chastity said. Then she pouted. "Wait, do they have to investigate and report stuff?"
"I think so."
"Scratch that. I just want to go to the White House correspondents' dinner. Do you think they'll serve pie?"
Fanny's phone vibrated, Peter texting her again.
Fanny! Where are you?
"Come on." She finally broke away and pulled Chastity toward the door. "Peter is going to love this."
Back in her office, Peter was still pacing. He whirled to face her when she barged in, dragging Chastity behind her.
"I found it, Peter! The perfect weapon against Dick Ouad. He'll never know what hit him."
"Hit him?" Chastity looked confused. "I thought you wanted me to—"
"Hi, Chastity." Peter's jaw went only slightly slack before it tightened again. "So what is this weapon, Fanny?"
"Chastity. She's going to use her super powers for justice."
Fanny could feel the heat of Peter's smile all the way to her pussy.
"Perfect."
Chapter 8
Chastity was so excited! For the first time in her life, she was going to do something amazingly important, teach a bad man a well-deserved lesson about how evil it was to preach against the joy of consensual, uninhibited, sometimes raunchy and occasionally deviant sex. Fanny said people like Dick Ouad just hadn't had enough good fucking to understand its beauty and health benefits. That they'd been damaged somehow, or were hiding something they were ashamed of. Well tonight she, Chastity Zoffal, was going to do something about it!
Gosh, if only Daddy could see her now... Well not now—totally naked in Fanny's office, her nipples hard with excitement, her pussy moist at the thought of the important work ahead—but after she got dressed for her mission tonight.
She was starting to wonder if part of Daddy's problem, why he changed so much after Mom died, was that he needed lots of good sex, too. She didn't think he got any out alone on the ranch. At least, gosh, she hoped not because, well... there was nothing there but elk and demented people.
Maybe if Chastity could find someone Daddy could have sex with, that would help him! If Daddy was happy again and stopped acting like her jailor, they could have a better relationship and she'd be able to live her own life independently at the very same time!
Chastity loved the idea, almost as much as she loved exclamation points!
She pulled on the sweet and pretty high-collared white dress with pink flowers that Fanny and Peter picked out for her mission. My goodness after so much time being naked or in Institute iRobes, the dress felt like a straitjacket. But it was important that Dick Ouad see her as virginal and innocent, even though she wasn't either anymore. She liked cock too much. And she was sure she'd like pussy too, she just wanted her first experience with a woman to be extra, extra special.
Fully dressed, without makeup or earrings, Chastity let herself out of Fanny's office. She was supposed to meet Fanny and Peter in Hoyt Siemann's office in fifteen minutes. She was so excited to meet Mr. Siemann—a little nervous too, seeing as how he was such a great man—but before any of that, she had to speak to Shay and tell him she couldn't marry him anymore. It would break his heart, she knew, because he had really loved her. He told her so once, right after he first saw her in a bikini by Daddy's pool. But everyone knew people with regular super powers couldn't seem to settle down, and she supposed it was the same for those with sexual super powers.
At least not until she was really old. Like thirty.
Unless…
Unless her secret identity was only twenty-five! Then she would be twenty-five forever!
This super hero stuff rocked.
So she sauntered over to the security station between the suite of executive offices and the control room. The older man who sat there had smiled at her every time she smiled at him, and she thought he might be persuaded to tell her where she could find Shay.
"Hello, Mr.—" She leaned on his podium, forgetting her dress had a high neckline and collar, which meant she had no cleavage to share with him, darn it. She peered at his nametag. "Bonar. I'm trying to find a student here. Shanus Bungholls. Can you tell me where he is?"
"That's confidential, ma'am."
"Oh, gosh." She looked as stricken as she knew how. "I don't know what I'll do. See, I have this problem..."
"Yeah, we all have problems." He didn't say it rudely, but it wasn't very encouraging either. Chastity would have to think fast and come up with a clever plan.
"Yes, but this is really awful." She looked one way then the other, and leaned closer to him. Very closer (sic). "My problem is that I have awful fits. And I feel one coming on right now."
He looked suitably alarmed and reached for the phone. "I can call someone from the Health
Center."
"Yes, please." Chastity started breathing fast and shallow. "But it has to be a guy. Because the only thing that cures my fits is... swallowing semen."
That got his attention.
"I thought if I could find Shay, who's a friend of mine, he'd let me wrap my lips around his cock and suck it until he comes and then I can—" She widened her eyes and caught her breath. "Oh no! The fit is starting! What do I do? I absolutely have to blow someone. Now!"
He started shaking. "I... I..."
Chastity was already on her knees … lowering his fly … taking his hard length into her mouth…
Thirty seconds later, she had Shay's room number and was running toward it, hoping the security guy would revive soon and be able to do his job. At the door to Shay's room, she knocked, then barged right in.
Oops! This wasn't Shay. On the iCliner sat a beautiful woman in an emerald colored Institute silk iRobe, a beautiful woman, tall and slender with auburn hair and green eyes.
Darn it, she must have read the security guy's room assignment chart wrong . "Excuse me, I was looking for—"
"Chastity!"
"Uh … yes?" She was confused, out of breath. The woman wasn't at all familiar. Or... wait, maybe she was? But Chastity couldn't place her. Someone she'd passed in the hallway? "I'm looking for Shay Bung—"
"It's me." The woman stood and walked closer, stopped right in front of Chastity, gazing earnestly down at her. "Shay."
"No, no, I'm looking for a different you. A male one."
"It's me, Chastity. They turned me into a woman."
"What? Really?" She peered at this supposed-Shay woman curiously. "Well, so, um … how is that?"
"Wonderful." The Shay-woman smiled, and suddenly in that smile, just for one crazy second, Chastity could see her fiancé. She gasped and threw out her arms. "It is you! Shay!"
"Yes!" The woman threw her arms around Chastity and lifted her off the ground in a bear hug. "It's so good to see you."
"You too! Shay, wow, you look so... female."
"Crazy, huh?" She giggled and tossed her hair. "And you look so virginal!"
Chastity rolled her eyes. "I know, right? It's my secret identity. I'm a super hero now. Wait! I probably shouldn't tell you that!"
"Mum is the word, girl. Secret to the grave. We have so much to catch up on! What have you been doing?"
"Oh, gosh." Chastity tried to remember. "I guess … fucking mostly."
"Oh, me too! It's great, isn't it? I'm learning so much here." His beautiful smile faded. "And part of what I'm learning is that I wasn't a very good lover to you, Chastity. I'm sorry."
"Oh. Shay." She laid her hand on Shay's smooth cheek. "It's okay. I've learned a lot too."
"And I've also learned that I really do love having things shoved up my ass!"
"No way!" Chastity clapped her hands, beaming. She was so happy for Shay! "That is fabulous. I haven't done anal yet, but I'm looking forward to it."
Just the idea made her bottom tingle a little. Silly. She didn't have time for that now, and besides, Shay couldn't help her without the proper equipment.
"Hey." A tall dark-skinned man with kind eyes came into the room and did a double-take when he saw Shay wasn't alone.
"Rod!" Shay took the man's arm and drew him to him/her in a way that made it clear they were a couple. "I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Chastity."
"Hello, Chastity."
"Hi, Rod." She smiled into his very handsome dark eyes and thought about how he had a penis, and how her bottom was still tingling. But, no, she had to go save the Institute. And she had to let Shay know she was no longer his fiancée. "Shay, about our engagement..."
"Are you thinking it won't work now?" His/her voice caught.
Chastity felt terrible. "Yes."
"I don't think so either."
"Really?" Chastity stared at Shay. "You don't want to marry me anymore?"
"Heck no!" Shay clapped a hand to his/her mouth. "Sorry. Sometimes I'm still an insensitive male, in spite of having such a beautiful shando now."
"Shay, it's fine." Chastity put her hand on his/her arm, not sure what a shando was and not asking because people might think she was stupid. "Because I don't want to marry you anymore either. I still have so much to learn and to do."
"Oh, me too!" Shay gazed adoringly at Rod, who gazed adoringly back, making Chastity's heart wistful. And making her wonder if she could watch them have sex sometime, because wow, serious gender-bending kink-action.
"But listen, girlfriend," Shay said to her. "You stay in touch, okay? We can go shopping sometime. Get our hair done. Do lunch. Menstruate!"
"For sure." Chastity hugged Shay then Rob, who made a funny moaning noise as her breasts pressed against his chest. She hoped Rod and Shay would work out. They made a beautiful couple.
Outside, on her way to Hoyt Siemann's office—she was totally nervous about meeting someone so important!—it suddenly hit her. She was free. Completely free! Not engaged to Shay, not under Daddy's thumb. Her own woman for the very first time in her life.
Chapter 9
The mood in Hoyt Siemann's office was grim. Fanny and Peter were seated on straight-backed chairs, the kind used for centuries before the advent of the iCliner. The discomfort was nearly overwhelming. No footrest. No lumbar support. No individually molded buttock reactors. No iStim feature. No iPuter tie-in. Not even cup holders. All they could do in theses chairs … was sit.
Ordinarily Fanny would consider such a thing barbaric. But today, given the very grave circumstances ahead, these painful few minutes of their day spent without total comfort and self-indulgence seemed an appropriate sacrifice. Another wise decision by the Institute CEO.
Wearing a navy blue silk suit, and a blue and gold paisley tie, their tall, dark, and handsome leader paced back and forth as Fanny and Peter watched breathlessly. Though the three of them were constantly in touch regarding Institute matters on iPhone, iBoard, iPuter and iWatch communicators, Hoyt Siemann's physical time at the Institute was rare and precious. Known throughout the world for his medical and psychological genius in matters of sexual behavior, research and treatment, he was in huge demand as a speaker and consultant. Less known, but also remarkable, Hoyt Siemann had the distinction of having the world's largest penis, something everyone at the Institute was careful never to draw attention to, since Hoyt was quite modest about his gift and hated having it commented on.
Not that anyone would be foolish enough to discuss the genitals of such a revered man.
However. Even though Fanny had met Siemann many times over the years, it was still very hard not to stare. He had to have a special pouch and sling support built into his pants in order to walk, and even so, he limped—a constant reminder of what he was packing. Rumor had it his wife had to have three surgeries before she could accommodate him vaginally.
Forget anal. No human colon could ever contain that beast.
"Fanny. Peter." Hoyt limped to the left and turned, teetering, off-balance from the extra weight of his giant member. "I don't need to tell you how important this mission is to the future of our Institute, or how deep my gratitude will be, to you in particular Fanny, if this works. I think it's fair to say that you will be in line for an award. I would like to pay tribute to you in the way we at the Institute do best."
"I'd be honored, sir." Her pussy moistened at the thought. The highest honor at the Institute was having Hoyt himself monitor a special sexual fantasy class. It hardly ever happened, and only a few had been lucky enough to experience it, but word was he was a brilliant and very hands-on teacher. "But we have a lot of work to do first, sir."
"Indeed we do. Am I to understand that you have found a secret weapon capable of bringing Dick Ouad to his knees? It's Chastity Zoffal, correct?"
His skepticism was clear, and yet he trusted Fanny enough to have flown here immediately on his private iPlane when she told him of their plan. She was honored—and nearly overwhelmed by how desperately she wanted this to
work.
"Sir, I believe Chastity could bring the Purity Foundation to its knees as well."
"Good heavens. I've never met her, but I am acquainted with her family."
"Of course." An important man like Hoyt Seimann was acquainted with many other important people. After all, it was important to be important.
Hoyt stopped in front of Fanny's chair. She tried very, very hard to keep her eyes on his face. He was in the prime of life, a touch of gray at his temples, his body still toned and lean. But...
She couldn't help it. She looked.
Oh my. In the briefest glance, she could clearly see the majestic outline where his gigantic organ hung alongside his leg, a mid-thigh miracle. She shifted on the hard, unwelcoming seat, staring determinedly back up at his face, wishing for the iCliner's discreet genital coolers.
Mmmm. The ninth natural wonder of the world.
Hoyt's voice sounded dimly. "I'm thinking such a powerful weapon would be truly astonishing to unleash."
"Ohhhh, yes," she said dreamily. "So am I."
Peter kicked her.
Good God! Fanny jerked her eyes back up, face flaming.
Shame on her. They were here to discuss business of utmost importance to the Institute. She should have more on her mind than the largest human phallus on the planet.
She pulled her eyes away and glanced at Peter.
No, that was even worse.
"Hi." The sweet breathy voice came from the door. "I'm here."
"Chastity." Fanny turned to greet her with a relieved smile. She looked perfect, young, schoolgirl-sweet, and all the more sexy for it. Something else was different about her, too, not just how she was dressed. Fanny couldn't figure it out. "Meet Hoyt Siemann, founder of our Institute."
"Oh, sir." Chastity curtseyed gracefully, then stood, hands clasped in front of her, eyes humbly downcast. "I am honored to meet you."
"Yes." Hoyt nodded, keen gray eyes fixed on her. "Yes. Very good."
"Thank you, sir." Chastity snuck a peek up at his face. "I plan to do my best for the Institute and everything it represents."
"Excellent." Hoyt beckoned Chastity closer, then circled her, sizing up the Institute's new secret weapon intently. His unnatural gait must have caught her eye, because Chastity was suddenly staring in shock and awe at his pant leg, looking as if she'd just seen the second coming, when she hadn't even seen the first. "Oh, sir."
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