Co-opted Pt. 04

*disclaimer*

I'm reposting this series after having it removed more than a year ago. This is an updated/edited version of the original series.

This is entirely a work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years of age.

You will get more out of this chapter of the story if you read:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Co-Opted

I looked at the sizzling frying pan, and the slices of spam that filled it. It had always been one of those foods that had turned my stomach before the world ended. Although now, even after nearly a week of having three meals a day I had to admit it smelled incredible.

"We gave up on meat months ago but we still find this, sometimes a lot of it. I guess it still freaks people out, even now." Jones said as he deftly flipped the slices.

"I remember the first time I saw this stuff, I imagined it was all the nastiest parts of whatever animal had been butchered and then put into a blender and poured into those tins." I said, shaking my head. "This smells delicious though."

"I like it with ramen." Jones said, then nodded at the bowl of pasta, he turned and peered through his binoculars scanning the surrounding, mostly empty landscape.

He rested the fork in the frying pan as it balanced on a small stove that was burning some kind of camping gas I supposed. I almost wanted to grab the fork and steal a bit of the spam to see if it tasted as good as it smelled.

"You brought me up here to keep you company in case any band of outlaw bikers discovers our twisted little community?" I asked, Jones had asked me out to dinner the previous day, and now we were on the roof of the hotel that served as all of our homes. It was collectively known as the 'Base'.

We sat on a few of the chaise lounge cushions that had been liberated from the pool area, and tucked in behind a low-swet wooden fram that had light gauze-like material arranged around it that apparently helped to conceal Jones as he regularly scanned the area.

"I brought you up here to talk, away from everyone." he said "I guess I just don't want all of the guys fucking with me later."

"Fucking with you for talking to the latest person that got blackmailed into pretending to be a woman?!" I shot back, his words stung. They made me feel ridiculous, he didn't want the others to see him talking to me and obviously how they'd give him shit for trying to get into my pants. It had been moments like this, and my immediate feelings of embarrassment that seemed to undo any progress I had been making with getting to terms with the direction my life had taken.

"You had a choice." he said defensively, and then softened "Look, honestly I just thought it would be nice to talk with someone that had been out there so long solo, plus I know it's just a matter of time before one of the other guys try to sweep you off your feet, so.." he let his voice trail off.

"I didn't have a choice, if I left I'd have been shot." I answered.

He nodded.

"So not much choice right?" I asked.

"You regret trying to steal our solar panels I'll bet." he said in a light-hearted tone, and shook his head.

"People keep saying I was trying to steal the solar panels, that's bullshit. I just wanted to charge my phone." I sighed. I'd heard this rumor or exaggeration of facts before.

He flipped the slices of spam a final time and then spooned them out onto two bowls of the noodles.

"Do you wish you would have taken some other direction, maybe never found this place?" he asked as he shoveled a fork into his mouth.

I had thought about that so many times, it was a 'damned if I do, and damned if I don't' kind of situation.

"I wish I would have lied. If I could do it all over again, I'd have told Captain Yeager I was a security guard or something that would have let me go out with you guys instead of getting forced to have these." I said, pointing to my large breasts.

"You think it's easier, 'going out with you guys'? A few days ago, one of the guys, Miller took a wrong turn and nearly had his head blown off by some crazy fucker. Miller has been a soldier for years, he's got a lot of experience, and I'm talking about the kind of experience that involves shooting at people who are shooting back. Do you really think you'd be better off going out with us?" he asked, and it was a fair question and I hated that he was right.

"You lasted on your own, one person is harder to spot, makes less noise, doesn't need as much to get by. We're moving in multiple vehicles and going into places that potentially have supplies, supplies others may want or may be guarding. It's a different story than going solo." He said, then added "No disrespect, I'm just being honest. I know you had to have seen your share of shit out there, stupid people don't survive long, and that's not taking into account the bug." He added, everyone called this latest coronavirus 'the bug' and it had so far sounded like everyone at the base was either immune, or very resistant. Nobody was sick here.

"You said you didn't have a choice, you definitely had a choice about those." he said, and lowered his eyes to my tits, then looked back up with a questioning look.

"No, I never told that Doctor I wanted.. Jennifer teases me and calls them my 'stripper titties' I've gotta go back to the clinic and find out exactly what happened." I said, the whole idea of now having breasts had become something of a Jekyll & Hyde kind of situation. I hated them and then, I didn't. Laying in bed, I felt stupid, a guy with tits. But showering, shaving, and then putting my makeup on, wearing my female clothes, it felt less ridiculous and at times it felt exciting. The alternative, although it didn't exist, would be walking around as Jim, wearing guy clothes and looking like I used to, all except for my 'stripper titties' which were impossible to hide. I reasoned it all out that I looked less ridiculous presenting as a female, than I did as a guy with big tits and it would eventually be one of those guys that I would have to 'marry' and let him do things to me that still made my stomach turn. The conflict was being both of those people at the same time, sure I was still shaky in my confidence, especially after the kind of comment Jones had made about wanting to talk to me where others couldn't see.

If I try to explain all of this to you, I know I'll fail, so let me just say this: There was the person I had always been, but this new person I had become was a smarter, but sadder version of the person I had been right up until this latest coronavirus spread across the globe and took most of the people living in it, sadder because I'd seen too much, been scared almost continuously, and had nearly starved more times than I could ever count. Nothing will humble a person that has had to eat handfuls of grass, just to have something in their stomach. But then there was this new version of me, and she was nothing like the Jim Roberts I had always been. She slept in a comfortable bed at night, she was getting three meals a day, and there were a bunch of alpha males that both protected me, and provided for me. Making excuses for how I could have been useful as a male was pointless, I didn't make the rules here, but what control I did have, seemed almost comical, I had transformed enough, that even in a very short amount of time, several of those alpha males wanted me, they saw a desirable female that they wanted to have sex with. Now imagine the confusion that brings, unless you were a famous leading man in Hollywood, you weren't going to have a bunch of women openly lusting after you, and here, that had all been turned on it's head. I could lie and say that in a strange new place in my mind, that didn't excite me, but in truth, it did. There was a way their looks helped boost my fragile confidence, and with each passing day, that confidence grew, well, until someone made a fucked up comment, like Jones had a moment ago.

I had spent hours in my bed trying to find a single path to travel, my choices were all complicated, but the reality of my situation was largely beyond my control. In order to stay living here, I had to get to terms with leaving the man known as 'Jim' in the past, and I'd have to rewire my brain to accept that at some point in the future, I'd be sucking my husbands dick, and then in all likelihood, getting fucked regularly. Small things like catching glimpses of the men watching me with the kinds of looks guys typically reserve for women they want to have sex with gave me moments of confidence, and something that I'd imagine was a strange power. I knew that logically, I could do this, that it would be the easiest way forward for me, trading in my masculinity for safety, food, and people to talk to, I'd be cared for, maybe even 'loved'. But I regularly found myself conflicted, accepting that your life as a man is now forever over, is very difficult, but it's not impossible.

I suppose there had been plenty of times I felt guilty for accepting this extreme change without more resistance. I had spent hours improving my makeup skills, what did that say about me? I had tried my best to put outfits together that would be pretty, again, what guy wants to look pretty? Maybe this was just the way my brain hoped to convince me that living as a desirable woman was better than lying in a shallow grave someplace with a bullet hole in my head.

I know I'm being a hypocrite, but at least I felt like I made a decently attractive woman after I made myself ready each morning. I could look at my reflection and honestly say that if the old 'Jim' had met this new 'Sarah' then he would definitely have wanted to fuck her, although Ironically, I had never been infatuated with big tits, and big tits were exactly what I had now.

Then there was Jennifer, I'd sucked her dick multiple times, the last time I had even asked her if I could. In a way I couldn't explain, her dick was very feminine, and it didn't seem all that strange to suck it. To be fair, it wasn't pussy, but it was easy to make a distinction between Jennifer and the guys that went out on patrol. But the night before, another of the women, Maggie had used her finger in my ass to give me what she called an orgasm, I wasn't exactly sure that was what had happened, but something certainly had, it felt good, it wasn't the kind of intense, momentary thing like a normal orgasm, this kind of just kept feeling better and then peaked for what felt like a long time and then slowly faded, nothing had shot out of my dick, but something had definitely happened that I had not experienced before, and I promised her that I'd try to masturbate like that moving forward. She said it would make sex with the man I'd eventually marry feel better, and that I'd want to cum like that all of the time.

After she took care of me, I sucked her dick, and that was a challenge. Maggie had the biggest dick that I had ever seen that wasn't in a porno scene, and while sucking Jennifer's dick seemed feminine, and gentle, sucking Maggie's dick was a challenge, and before it was over my jaw was aching badly. It scared me to think of a dick that big, pushing inside of my ass. Maybe it was the sex I had been having with Jennifer and Maggie that eased my mind a bit. You don't think it's gay when a sexy woman is giving you a world class blowjob, you don't focus on the fact that those women had dicks, your mind is happy enough to let those magical feelings happen. Maybe the women were acting like training wheels as I learned to ride this new bike, maybe, when sucking their dicks became second nature, I'd be ready to kneel in front of a man, and make him moan as I used my mouth on him.

Jones spoke, and pulled my from my thoughts.

"It's just us up here." Jones said as he scanned around with his binoculars again. "It looks like you went to a salon and had someone there fix you up, I watched how you walked, how your voice is a woman's voice." he held his binoculars still, and remained quiet, while I worried that he had seen something that might be bad, very bad.

"It'd be hard to tell you used to be a guy." he said as his binoculars began scanning once again. Then he stopped, and looked at me, with a very matter-of-fact look on his face and said "you used to be a guy, but you're not now. I know that's a fucked up thing to say. I can't imagine how impossible it must feel to have to go through what you're getting forced to go through."

He reached his hand out to my face, and moved my chin from one side to the other, inspecting me like a piece of equipment or something, and it made me feel incredibly self-conscious. The back of his fingers lingered along my smooth jaw line, and I sucked in a breath of air, uncertain of absolutely everything.

"You're beautiful." He said with a bit of a smile. "I know you think I'm saying that to get into your pants, but I'm just telling you what I see. You don't have much of an ass, but your face is beautiful, your 'stripper titties' are impossible to miss. The way you've been walking around and I don't know if this is what's going through your head, but it looks like you're struggling to accept that you're a woman now, but there may be something inside you that's craving attention. It almost feels like you want all of the guys to chase after you."

It was a rollercoaster of emotions listening to what Jones had said. I blushed, then was insulted (the no ass comment) and then tried to pretend he hadn't decoded a lot of what I was feeling. I suppose I had known for the last few days at least, my old self was fading away. I couldn't be Jim Roberts, not as long as I lived with this group of survivors.

"Are you chasing after me?" I asked, as soon as the words left my mouth my stomach rolled over.

"Not the way you're thinking, not entirely anyway." he said, it wasn't fair that he was baiting me to ask more questions, and to maybe seem like I wanted him to chase after me. I'd go through wild changes, sometimes imagining Jones fucking me, and then I'd be disgusted with myself, and how I'd willingly let everything happen that had happened to me, for the chance at feeling safe, to eat regularly, and to be with other people.

"Then what way?" I asked, and crossed my arms in front of me.

He studied me for a bit, then ate another forkful of his spam and ramen creation. As he chewed, and looked back down to my tits, it didn't bother me. He wasn't trying to hide it.

"You survived a long time out there, that's impressive. But you're not a soldier, and soldiers have a certain way they act around other soldiers. I like what we're doing right now, just talking, no talk about the next patrol, or constantly being thanked for blowing off the top of some poor hungry bastard's head that just wanted a fucking truck." his voice had gotten animated, and he realized it.

"I'm sorry that happened, I can't imagine what that must feel like for you." I said quietly.

He shook his head and stayed quiet as he had another bite of his dinner.

"Have you ever thought of leaving? Like you said, it's easier, less noise, easier to avoid people, maybe not have to hurt others." I asked.

"Negative, it tears me up thinking that if I wasn't watching these guys' backs, if something happened to one of them, I couldn't live with myself." he answered steadily. It seemed like a long-shot anyway, this hasty thought that the two of us could run off in the middle of the night. But how ridiculous would I be out there in the world, a guy with big tits.

"So, you're chasing after me to have someone to talk to, that's it?" I asked.

"I don't like the 'chasing after you' stuff. But to answer your question, like I said, you're interesting, I'm sure you have plenty of stories, and your sexy as fuck. Maybe that isn't what you wanna hear just yet, but all of the other women like to hear they look good. You look good Sarah, and a month from now you'll forget all about who you used to be. I'd like to be around and talk to you when that happens, because I have a feeling someone very special is going to replace the guy you used to be by then. I guess I'm saying that I'd never try to force anything with you, I'd never push you. But to be brutally honest, I'm really attracted to you." he shrugged and then added "Did I just freak you out?"

My chest tightened, my stomach did something weird, and I hated that to this group of people, I was a woman now, and would never be looked at as a man. That was the reality of the situation. The men did the dangerous work, the men protected our community, the men gathered supplies and food for us, the men died for us. 'They just want someone they can come back to.' is what Captain Yeager said, it had been more than nine months, the only woman I'd seen in that time got the bug and died pretty quickly afterward. Pretending to be a woman, it was an illusion, I suppose in a way it was easier to risk your life if you thought you had a normal situation waiting for you.

We ate quietly, and Jones was right, the spam and ramen noodles were actually delicious. Afterward, he produced a can of beer, and cracked it open "We don't always have beer available, it's kind of a treat." he said, and took a sip, then handed it to me. "Sorry, it's warm."

I drank a bit, then passed it back to him. We went on like that, having a drink, back and forth until the can was empty.

"Want to hang out here for a bit?" he asked.

"Sure, I don't have plans." I chuckled.

He handed me the binoculars and said "Edwards said that you were our newest map geek, you better have a good eye."

"Map geek huh? I'll have to see if I can find some big nerdy eyeglasses." I laughed and took the binoculars and looked out onto the surrounding landscape.

"Edwards, and Randall are out there, find them. I'll give you a minute." His voice was serious.

I'd found a person once before mixed into what I thought was a pile of junk down the road from our hotel, it was a location that offered a nearly 360-degree view of the area. I focused on that pile and sure enough saw a bit of movement. "That pile of stuff down the road has someone in it." I said and kept scanning.

"That's Edwards, now find Randall." he said.

The minute passed, and he took the binoculars back, and scanned around.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"I'll give you another shot next week, same time and place?" he asked, as he set the binoculars down and looked at me.

"Jones.." I started. I wasn't sure what I was going to say next, there was a part of my brain that wanted him to kiss me, to see if it would disgust me, but I supposed it wouldn't, I supposed it would only feed this strange new person's confidence. But there was another part of that same brain that had hoped to just remain 'single'. I had been told that I'd have to find one of the men to marry, but I wasn't given a deadline to make that happen. Jones had turned out to be only partially like the man I had imagined he was.

"We can just do this again, no pressure. I liked hanging out, and talking to you, a week from now, things will be different, maybe easier for you. Though I can't promise to bring beer next time." he said with a laugh.

~

The next day, I reported in for my first day of work, one of the hotel conference rooms had been converted to what the men called 'The TOC' there were maps on all of the walls, radios, in the middle of the room where long folding tables that had people sitting, and writing, someone on the end had a typewriter, this was the second typewriter I'd seen here, and realized computers, the internet, and the rest of the world had fucked off. I saw Edwards just before he saw me, and he strolled over, and brought me to one of the tables, where pads of paper, a folded map, a small whiteboard and various colored dry-erase markers were arranged next to a box of pencils.

"Okay, this is you." he said.

"Um, what should I do?" I said, confused.

"Today you're going out with the patrol, pay attention to the radio, it'll seem like a lot. You'll have questions, remember them and tomorrow morning we'll answer them. Have you ever shot a firearm?"

My heart was racing uncontrollably, I had no idea that on my first day of 'work' that I'd be going out with a patrol, back out into the world, a world that tried to kill you at every opportunity. He was asking if I knew how to shoot a gun, having a gun in this world made you an instant target. On top of all of that, Jones had told me the night before that he had shot someone that had almost killed one of the men, Jennifer's husband. It all hit me so violently that I started shaking, and fought back tears. If Miller had almost been killed, what chance did I stand?

"Yes, but.." I stammered.

He stepped over to another area and retrieved that painted rifle of his with the silencer, returning, he made sure it wasn't loaded and demonstrated how it worked. He had me perform the same operations on it, and then do it all over again before nodding his approval.

"All of the rifles operate exactly like this one, they may look slightly different, but they operate identically." He placed the rifle down on my part of the table and said "You'll be fine, but if shit goes sideways, you'll at least have a chance now."

My heart sank in my chest, and I wanted to race back to my room. Why in the world didn't I just volunteer to do the laundry instead?

"Let's get you loaded up." he said, and I followed him out behind the hotel where two big jeep-looking vehicles called Humvees and a truck were waiting, with a number of the men hanging around laughing, and fidgeting with their gear.

"Watkins, Sarah is with you, don't get her killed for fuck's sake." Edwards said as he approached the one he'd called Watkins.

"No promises, they keep doing dumb shit." he answered, shaking his head with a big grin.

"Watkins is an asshole, you'll be fine." Edwards said.

"Edwards, give her a fucking rifle at least. Holy shit it's like you're trying to get her smoked!" someone else yelled.

I tried hard not to vomit from what my stomach was feeling like.

"Okay, enough fucking around, lets get this show on the road." The corporal said, and everyone started piling into the vehicles.

As the small convoy pulled away from the hospital, the joking stopped, and all of the men watched intently out of their vehicles.

"We're driving about thirty miles today, the plan is to resupply on diesel, there's a strip mall, and an auto-parts store we're going to check out. We've got a list, all you need to do is watch, listen, and wait till we get back for any questions, okay?" Watkins asked.

"Auto parts?" I asked.

"You were supposed to wait till we get back before any questions." he said flatly, then grinned and said "Car batteries, battery cables, fuses, degreaser, paint, lots of stuff we can use."

I nodded, it made sense, I hadn't ever needed to worry about keeping more than myself supplied.

"What's in the strip mall?" I asked.

"Not sure, we'll find out when we get there," he answered.

"Hopefully a liquor store!" someone else chimed in.

It got quiet, and everyone kept their gazes turned outward. We eventually arrived and some of the men began connecting up some kind of hose contraption into the underground tank of the gas station they'd parked in front of. One of the Humvees had a man with a big machine gun positioned on its roof, watched over them, and the third vehicle, that I was in, emptied out, I followed the men across the street to the strip mall. There was a florist, a Mexican restaurant, a shoe store, and then the last shop looked like someone had used a flamethrower on it, everything inside was burned, and the exterior was ringed in black.

Watkins moved next to me and said "We always check for food first." He nodded toward the Mexican place. "Watch," he said and pulled me to the side.

The men lined up along the side of the door of the restaurant, and then they were all in motion, disappearing inside. There was quiet for a minute and then someone emerged with their thumb aimed upward. Watkins pulled me along and we were inside the ransacked remains of the restaurant. The men were filtering out from the kitchen area with boxes that had various cans, and large containers.

"Poke around, see if anything might be useful." Watkins said, as he turned and walked back out of the front door.

I knew better, restaurants might have supplies, but nothing really useful, for example you'd find cans of lard, or bottles of vegetable oil, but never anything useful like cans of chili, or fruits. It was a broken world when you held out the smallest bit of hope to one day find a discarded can of peaches. I poked around in the kitchen area and found a pair of eyeglasses, and a bottle of Tums in a drawer, then made my way back onto the street. The men had made short work of the florist, knowing there would be nothing of value, then were in and out of the shoe store, a few of the men were carrying boxes with hiking boots and a few had multiple pairs of flip-flops.

Watkins saw me, and beckoned me over.

"There's a lot of women's shoes inside, wanna earn about a billion brownie points with the rest of the women?" he asked grinning.

I thought he was just being an asshole at first, and then realized he was serious.

"Stack whatever you think the women would like, I'll have the guys get the boxes out to the Vics" he said.

"To the what?" I asked confused, and then added, with a bitchy tone "how am I supposed to know what the women would like?"

"Vics, vehicles.. Look, I get this is still new, but unfuck your head, now find shoes." then pulled me toward the entrance.

The store was one of the typical chains, kids shoes, men's shoes, and women's shoes. I moved up and down the multiple rows of women's shoes and had no idea what I should be picking, there were some trainers and so I started stacking boxes of them in the larger sizes, and on my way to the pile with another armload, one of the men stopped me, then leaned close and said "Heels, the higher the better, size 11 or 12, I promise she'll bake you the most delicious brownies you've ever had in your life."

Another of the soldiers arrived, and heard, then added "Ditto, I don't know my wife's size, just grab everything with a heel in the biggest sizes."

There had been a time before the world ended that the sound of heels clicking would immediately turn my head. I'd even dated a woman who wore them regularly, and the truth is, I'd always thought they were sexy. I went back to the shelves of shoes, and compared my own shoes (which were nearing the end of their usability) and determined that a woman's size 12 seemed close to my size. I tried on the flats and they fit, then I picked out many other styles, making sure that size 12 versions were included in the growing pile. We finished up, and Watkins was back in the 'Vic' that we'd arrived in, I had three shoe boxes with me, a pair of white and navy trainers, a pair of beige flats, and a pair that I positioned so the men couldn't see.

While I was picking out shoes, some of the men went through the auto-parts store and loaded any useful items they found into the back of the truck.

Watkins was on the radio, and I listened as he explained that we'd found a few boxes of cooking supplies, no food, and that they had filled all of the drums we'd brought with diesel, no contacts, no problems.

The radio crackled, and then we were off once again, the next stop was a drug store. That was another five minutes down the road, and like before, we found no one, and the drug store had been looted, but there were still some useful meds found inside. I went inside and started filling a trash bag with any makeup items that I could find in the mess that remained on the shelves and floor. Watkins yelled out that we'd be leaving in 'five mikes' so I ran around as fast as I could, looking for anything useful, the men that were still in the drug store did the same. I nearly skidded to a stop in front of a shelf that still had a few packages of condoms, for whatever reason I gathered them up, then noticed lube, and 'personal massagers' which I took as well, I figured that if the women would be happy that I brought them shoes, they'd absolutely love me if I brought them vibrators. I tossed as many different packages of batteries as I could in my bag, and the last soldier passed me, saying 'don't waste your time, we can't recharge them.' still, I tossed a few more packs into the bag and followed him back to Watkin's 'Vic'

We turned our convoy around, and were driving back to base when the lead vehicle pulled onto the side of the highway, and someone climbed onto the hood of the Hummvee with a pair of binoculars, and the radio traffic explained that they had seen smoke in the distance. The men all piled out of the 'Vics' and watched carefully in all surrounding locations while Watkins relayed what we had seen back to base, Watkins then called out to me, and told me to run to the front, and have a look myself. I climbed onto the roof next to the soldier who handed me his binoculars and pointed to the dark smoke, off in the distance, miles away.

I scanned around, found the smoke, but couldn't see anything besides smoke. Scanning around the area showed nothing else, there was just the tops of trees, and then smoke rising from something hidden below. I looked back at the highway, and noted the sign off in the distance indicating the next exit, and asked if the men in the vehicle had a map. I was told the only map was with the corporal, and so I jogged back to Watkins, told him I couldn't see anything that the man who had originally checked hadn't seen, and after checking in on the radio, we were moving once again, the men were all quiet, and seemed focused looking out of their windows.

I felt embarrassed and angry, jogging had caused my tits to bounce around, it made me feel silly. After settling back into the Humvee the pain began, I should have known better, but I wasn't thinking that I'd just had surgery a week before. This caused another of those episodes where I hated what had been forced on me. I had a strange thought that this was Jim reminding me that I wasn't a woman, just some dumb schmuck who made a wrong turn and ended up with tits.

We arrived back to the base just after lunch chow, Watkins told me to 'drop off my shit' and meet him in the TOC in 15 mikes, so I tossed my shoe boxes into the trash bag and lugged it to my room, I arrived at the TOC about ten minutes later, and there was a plate of food, and a big glass of water waiting at the place Edwards had said was 'mine', I looked at the food, but saw Watkins, Edwards, and Captain Yeager all chatting in front of one of the maps on the wall. So I walked over and quietly listened to them talking, then the Captain asked how I was, and how the first day of the job had gone with a chuckle. He pointed to the map, and asked if I thought where his finger was pointing was about where the smoke had been coming from. I checked the map, confirmed the next exit, and then approximated where we had stopped, and nodded.

"You sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If you're not sure, that's okay, say as much." Edwards chimed in.

I looked at Watkins who was watching me carefully.

"Sarah, are you sure? Lives may depend on it." The Captain repeated.

"Well, when I checked the road ahead, I." I never finished.

"Sarah, I'm not interested in the details, I'm going to rely on you and some of the others, and assume when you tell me something that you're sure of, that you're actually sure of it. Now, are you sure?"

All three of them were closely watching me, and I just wanted to shrink, and hide.

"I'm sure." I said quietly.

Yeager nodded slightly then looked past me and said "We had some food brought up, get something in your stomach, and then find me after." Just like that, he'd dismissed me.

I sat eating, feeling utterly confused. Finally the three finished chatting, and Watkins walked over, leaned down close to me and quietly said "You were right, he just wants you to be sure, when you say you're sure, okay?"

I nodded, and suddenly wanted to cry, there was a lot of stress, I'd been no stranger to it, but this was different. My mistakes would have only ever gotten me killed a week ago, now it was a different story altogether. To add to the emotional uncertainty, my tits were really starting to hurt, and I needed something for the pain.

"You did fine today, ready to head back out tomorrow?" he asked with a grin.

I wasn't, I'd gotten used to living easy, sleeping in a bed, eating every day, taking showers, and I couldn't forget how nice it was getting blowjobs. No, the guys didn't have it easy, I supposed, aside from the new tits, I was pretty damned lucky.

"This is life now Sarah, be ready to roll out at 0700 tomorrow."

I nodded "will do." it felt like food I'd just eaten was about to come right back up.

Watkins kept watching me for a few moments, then smiled "Nah, just fucking with you, tomorrow you'll be standing over there by a map and listening to us dumbshits out in the field trying not to get killed, you did fine today." he repeated.

I wanted to kiss him, hearing his words of praise released more dopamine into my brain than anything I could remember in the last nine months.

"I'm sorry I thought it was easier out there." I said, embarrassed.

"It's not, but then it's not easy for those that stay back here either." he said, it was the first time someone had actually acknowledged that being forced to take on the role of a woman wasn't just some easy thing. It meant a lot to hear that. It didn't excuse the fact that the men were using the 'women' for sexual release, but I hadn't heard any of them complaining. In fact it was exactly the opposite. The two women I'd spent any time chatting with both seemed to take quite a bit of pride in 'taking care of their husbands' and weren't shy about explaining how incredible it felt to have their men inside of them. I briefly thought of Jones, and wanted to find him, if only to say 'hello' and tell him that I'd survived leaving the base with the patrol, I wondered if he had any idea I'd been sent out with the men.

"The Captain would like for you to write down a report, just whatever you think is useful information, I'm writing one up too, but we have a format, there won't be any surprises, your report would likely be the one that will have the most value, you're not playing by our rules, so you may have seen things differently, or maybe saw things we didn't see at all. Write your report, and call it a day." he said, then turned and walked off.

Less than an hour later, I'd written a commentary on what I'd seen, what I'd done, and described the smoke. I finished it up, set it on my desk, and then took my plate and glass back to the chow hall and left them in a tote, then poked my head around, looking for Maggie. The only woman in the back said she was probably out by the pool as everyone had finished lunch by now.

I found her lying on one of the lounges and told her all about my day, and told her I'd picked out a bunch of shoes, and had a big bag of makeup in my room, if she wanted to come by and pick whatever she wanted. Maggie was special, she was easily the most comfortable with assuming her role as a woman, I'd briefly imagined she must have been a crossdresser, or gay, or or or.. Well, I wasn't sure what, but as a woman, Maggie had really come into her own, and it was obvious she very much enjoyed being a woman. We had 'played' together, which loosely translated meant that she'd sucked my dick, and then used her fingers in my ass to make me orgasm, and then I'd gone down on her, something that I had somehow convinced myself wasn't really gay. These were women and they had dicks, it was that simple. If I would have put any time into thinking about it, I would have made myself crazy. The truth is, none of these men had any idea that in order for them to stay, they'd have to become women, and if I would have thought of it like that, then I would have been sucking men's dicks that had been blackmailed into pretending to be women. That would have disgusted me.

Still, in spite of Maggie having the smallest breasts of any of the women I'd yet seen, and the smallest ass, she was the sexiest. Everything else about her suggested she was a very feminine, very confident woman that had learned years ago that men would do almost anything to get laid. She also had a big dick, a really big dick, which seemed almost comical when compared to her itty-bitty-titties.

She giggled like a girl, and shot to her feet, and we went out to the truck, that had already attracted nearly all of the women in the compound and they were going through the boxes of shoes and carrying on, just like women do when there's a sale.

'SARAH!' several of them cried out and came running up to me and Maggie.

They thanked me for collecting so many different shoes, and said that they'd be happy to repay the favor, some of them making it very obvious they meant that they wanted to 'play' as Jennifer had explained was the way the wives were allowed to blow each other, anything actually aside from penetrating each other, only the husbands were allowed to fuck their wives.

To be perfectly honest, more than half of the women looked like men wearing lipstick, and I know it's evil to judge like that, but I had no interest in 'playing' with most of them.

I looked around for Jennifer, but she was nowhere to be found. "Where's Jennifer?" I asked no one in particular.

"Up on the roof, doing something with the solar panels again." one of them answered.

I asked Maggie to wait for me, and I climbed the eight flights of stairs as quickly as I could, and sure enough found Jennifer bent over one of the solar panels with a meter doing something.

"Hey Lady, rumor has it there's a shoe delivery downstairs, you might want to take a look before all of those women hoard it all."

She straightened up and smiled "Oh? Like women's shoes?" she asked, grinning.

"Definitely women's shoes, do you know how to walk in stiletto heels?" I asked teasing.

"I wouldn't know where to start, but no time like the present right?" she laughed, and we rushed back down the stairs.

Reconnecting with Maggie At the truck, it was strange that most of the women had left the heels, and picked the trainers, or the practical shoes. Maggie had a box that contained a pair of white strappy sandals with a tall, skinny heel and a shit-eating grin on her face as we walked up to her.

"I'm sure to break an ankle." she giggled.

Jennifer started looking through the boxes of shoes, and picked a pair of trainers, and then a pair of multi-colored heels, not as crazy as Maggie's. I led them both back to my room, and emptied the trash bag onto my bed and the women actually squealed in delight.

"We've gotta leave some for the others." Maggie said, almost frowning.

She was right, but Jennifer and I both seemed to be thinking the same thing "darn it!"

I stopped myself, and realized I was standing there, with two other women, who used to be men, bemoaning the fact that we couldn't hoard all of the makeup. What straight guy would want to keep all of the makeup? The difference was, two of the women needed no convincing that they were women now, and I supposed that finally convinced me that I had either changed, or was changing too. Would I be the woman that took the next guy under her wing, the way Jennifer had done with me? Would I be the next woman that asked her husband if it was okay to play with the new girl, before the new girl realized that she was the new girl?

"Oh my God!" Maggie's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked at her, as she held up one of the vibrators. "I'll blow you each and every day until one of the men sweep you off of your feet if I can have this?"

"I'll blow you twice a day till one of the men sweeps you off your feet!" Jennifer laughed and offered.

I dug into the pile and found another vibrator and handed it to Jennifer and said "The way I see it, I've got two sexy women on the hook for unlimited blowjobs."

"Have you ever used one of these?" Maggie asked. Jennifer and I shook our heads.

"Me either, wanna get naked and experiment?" she asked.

The three of us were naked a minute later while we figured out what kind of batteries the vibrators used. They were weirdly shaped, and clearly the idea was they would penetrate a vagina, and then a protruding bit would rest against a woman's clitoris. Finally, the third vibrator was filled with batteries, and we all found comfortable places on my bed after filling the trash bag with my haul once again, and setting it aside. Maggie was moving her vibrator along the underside of Jennifer's dick, who quickly began moaning in pleasure, and without giving it much thought I had Maggie's dick in my mouth, I suppose both because I wanted to see if I could fit more of her into my mouth, but also because I felt like I wanted Jennifer to see that I could play with a big dick, somehow, it felt almost like bragging. Jennifer's small dick was easy to suck, it was nice, and if I had to have someone on the base fuck me, I would have liked it to have been Jennifer, only because her dick didn't scare me, but I supposed also because if a penis could look feminine, hers certainly did. While Maggie owned the overall femininity on the base amongst the women living there, her cock was anything but ladylike.

A few minutes into our playing, we each had a dick in our mouths, when Maggie said "I'm going to fuck you." I popped her dick out of my mouth, and was about to ask if the rules had changed, when I saw she was holding one of the vibrators at Jennifer's asshole.

"We can do this right?" Jennifer asked, "She's not using her dick, but nobody said we couldn't use toys, right?" her voice seemed desperate, and then her eyes went dreamy as the vibrator pushed into her ass, and she hummed contentedly. Maggie looked at me, and asked what I was waiting for, so I spit onto the vibrator in my hand, and lined it up with her asshole and she ground against it, easily opening, and I watched as it disappeared inside of her.

"Ready Baby?" Jennifer asked, and then I felt the buzzing against my entrance, I wanted it, but had never had anything but Maggie's fingers inside me.

I nodded, and asked her to go slow, and just a few minutes later felt my ass swallow the vibrator, and the three of us went back to using our mouths on each other. My senses overloaded the quickest, and I let Maggie's big dick fall out of my mouth as I warned I was going to cum, and then several powerful jets of semen exploded out of my dick, and onto my stomach and tits, it had barely landed before Jennifer was licking me clean. I watched her as I caught my breath, maybe it was the sight of both of them sharing my bed, but there was none of the regret, or disgust I used to feel after having an orgasm. I didn't think about whether it was gay, or fucked up, only that it had felt incredible, and that both of these women, hell, even the nurse, had been nothing but wonderful to me, well, I did still need to ask that nurse about my tits, but.. No, if anything I was even more turned on at this point, and seeing my enthusiasm, Maggie pulled her mouth off of Jennifer's dick, and knelt over me, grinning and stroking her dick. Jennifer joined her a moment later, and I knew what would be happening. I rubbed my tits together and opened my mouth just as the first hot spurts of cum landed on my face, whatever didn't land in my mouth was licked up by the women, and fed to me, then they lay down on either side of me and Jennifer announced that she hated my tits just before she sucked one of them into her mouth. Maggie laughed and attached herself to the remaining tit.

So little time had passed since that day they had brought me into the compound, since I'd been horrified to learn that unless you went out and provided, or protected, I would be made to become a wife, and in that moment, it no longer bothered me, the women in my bed were married, and they seemed like hyper-sexualized versions of women, the only thing they were enjoying that I hadn't yet, was the feeling of a man inside of me.

Jones, I knew I could have him. My eyes closed as my 'stripper titties' where being sucked, I could say the word, and I'd be the newest wife, when the women gathered around the pool after our days were done, they'd all look at me like one of their own, like someone that had realized this was the best life I could hope for, and that best life was very probably a damned good life regardless of how crazy the world had become.

What I mean is, before the world had ended, I imagined that I had been with my fair share of women, I'd had my dick sucked more times than I could remember, I'd had fantastic sex and been with some beautiful women, but this, all of this... In a way I couldn't explain, it was better. Certainly the blowjobs I had received here had been in an entirely different category of 'incredible', sure it had been over a year since I'd had a woman suck my dick, but it was fair to say that in spite of that, I could easily acknowledge these women were world class cocksuckers. There was something about sucking their cocks too. They were very different, sucking Jennifer's dick seemed almost like licking a woman's pussy, her little penis seemed so girly, so right for her, it didn't feel 'gay' at all to pleasure her. Maggie on the other hand, exuded a much more feminine persona, but her cock was anything but feminine. To me, her cock seemed like the gateway to having men fuck me, she was an enigma in a way, she was the woman you'd want to have sex with more than any other almost entirely because of how she presented herself, her confidence, her sexiness, her movements, but that cock was a stark reminder that this would be my future. My job here would be to look at maps, and maybe go out on the occasional patrol, but back here, back home, at some point I'd have a man to take care of, and Maggie's dick felt like a constant reminder of that. If given a choice, if the world could suddenly go back to what it had been before the bug, if I could go back to being Jim Roberts, would I want that? The answer was complicated.

Jennifer detached from my nipple and kissed me, Maggie followed a moment later, and then we were all suddenly a bit self-conscious about pulling the vibrators from our bodies. It took me longer, the others were used to having bigger things inside them, and when I finally pulled mine out, they were both smiling at me.

"Does a man feel like this does?" I asked.

"Bigger." Maggie announced.

"They don't vibrate, but yeah, bigger and better, when Jones' fucks you, you'll know." Jennifer added.

"I'm not sure about Jones yet." I said.

"Gonna play the field a bit?" Maggie asked.

"Is that allowed?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know, do you?" she answered, and then asked Jennifer.

"No idea, Edwards was first for you?" Jennifer asked.

She nodded "Same with you and Miller?"

Jennifer nodded back.

"If anyone would know, it'd be Stella." Maggie said.

"Big tits Stella?" I asked.

"Stella isn't the only woman on base with big tits sweetheart." Jennifer laughed.

"Just admit, you love these big, beautiful, man-stopping titties." I laughed back at her.

"Totally jealous, all bullshitting aside." she said nodding.

I shook my head and laughed.

"Stella has a bit of a reputation, she's kind of the base slut." Maggie said.

"Hmm.. Well, I suppose I need to leave the rest of this makeup someplace where the other wives can pick over it. I lifted the lid off of one of my shoe boxes, and scooped what I was keeping onto the lid. Jennifer saw the pumps that I'd kept hidden from the men, they were clearly the kind of shoes meant to draw attention. She stared for a moment, and then she grinned at Maggie, then towards me and said 'I have an idea.'

We looked ridiculous, trying to stand for the first time in high heels, but we couldn't stop laughing. Naturally, Maggie got the hang of it first, I swore she was part cat. Soon enough she was walking back and forth in my room like she'd been wearing heels her whole life. Jennifer and I offered suggestions, recalling what it had been like to watch women swiveling their hips in their sexy footwear. Maggie made small adjustments, and after it was clear that she had mastered her heels, or at least looked like she'd mastered them, she sat down and coached Jennifer and myself. My pumps had a taller heel, and so I didn't feel terrible that I had the most trouble when compared to Jennifer. A few hours had passed, and Jennifer finally nodded in unison with Maggie as they watched me mince around in my room.

"Have you always been such an attention whore?" Jennifer asked, shaking her head, but grinning.

"What now?!"

"Biggest tits, tallest heels, look girl, just stop fighting it, go find Jones and fuck his brains out." Jennifer said laughing.

"Should I keep my heels on when I fuck him?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"DEFINITELY!" both women almost shouted.

I allowed myself a moment, and pictured it, on all fours, with my tits swinging as he pounded into me, and then on my back, with my heels resting up past his shoulders. I chased away the mental image, and tried to replace it with a woman I didn't know, kneeling in front of me as I pushed into her. It was a nice thought, but pointless.

"We've got nothing to wear our heels with." Jennifer observed. "There's not a single skirt in the base."

"No push-up bras either." Maggie lamented.

We both looked at her, wondering if she was joking, while Maggie was easily the closest to being mistaken for an actual woman, her tits were tiny. She was thin, but her tits almost didn't exist. I didn't want to say anything, but it was curious if she was actually serious about having a push-up bra.

"Maggie, your tits are tiny, if you wanted bigger tits, why didn't you just ask for them?" Jennifer asked gently.

"The same reason you didn't, what straight guy in his right mind suddenly decides he wants big tits?" Maggie said, and was staring at my chest.

"I swear girls, I did NOT ask for big tits." I said for the millionth time.

"So you keep saying." Jennifer said, teasing me.

"Women can get bigger implants though, right? I mean, I'm sure I've heard about women getting bigger tits after they decide their implants weren't big enough? right?" I asked.

Jennifer nodded "I keep thinking about going to see the Doctor and asking for an upgrade."

We both looked at Maggie and she smiled a bit, clearly there were thoughts buzzing around in her brain. I suddenly imagined her with a porn star body, and it cause my dick to begin swelling.

"I wish we could fuck, what you don't have for tits, you make up for with the big dick of yours Maggie." Jennifer said, having pulled her gaze off of my tits, and settling it on her soft, yet still big dick.

Maggie gripped her dick and shook it around, grinning at Jennifer "Miller not taking care of business? Maybe if you play your cards right, we could have a secret between us?"

"Miller is definitely taking care of business, I just think you might be bigger than him, plus watching you swing that sexy ass around in your new shoes has got me hungry all over again." Jennifer said, grinning at her.

"Sarah, can you keep a secret?" Maggie asked, and bit her lower lip.

Holy shit, the women were fucking each other! I looked from Maggie to Jennifer, and they were both watching me intently.

"Is this a test?" I asked. I wondered if this was some practical joke they played on the new women.

They kept watching me silently.

"I'll fuck you after her, if you want?" Maggie offered.

"You'd kill me with that big thing!" I said, shaking my head.

"Okay, well, you can watch, alright?" Jennifer asked excitedly.

My dick was rock hard, if they were joking, it wouldn't be funny. As weird as it was, the idea of Jennifer fucking me seemed like it could be really nice, but Maggie would break me. On the other hand, the sudden thought of fucking either of them seemed secondary, that was confusing. The mental image of Jennifer on all fours in front of me as I railed her seemed very natural, but even now, imagining myself fucking Maggie felt like an impossibility, she existed on a different plane, she was out of my league somehow. No I supposed when it came to Maggie, it would seem far more likely that she'd be fucking me, in spite of her having that spooky big dick.

"So?" Maggie's voice brought me out of my daydream.

"Yeah." I nodded.

The two women grinned at me, like I had just become dinner, and a second later, a loud buzzer began blasting from someplace very close. The three of us all nearly jumped out of our skin, and then Maggie was out of her shoes and dressing as if she was on a sinking ship.

She looked at Jennifer and me then cried "Get dressed, and follow me! HURRY!"