PART 1: The Wedding

I got out of the warm, scented bubble bath and quickly dried myself. Speed was of the essence. The warm bath had been to relax my scrotum ready for stretching. Before I could cool down, my Wife, Sian took my testicles in her hand and wound the pink ribbon around my scrotal sack, making more and more turns of the ribbon until my sack was stretched to it's limit and my testicles stood out firmly. Then she tied the ribbon around the base of my penis into an elegant bow, kissed my testicles and stepped back to survey her handiwork.

"That will do nicely, Sweetie." she said "How does it feel?"

"It's very tight, Darling." I replied.

"Good. We don't want your sexy sack shrinking before the wedding."

"But..."

"Uh-uh, Sweetie." She said as she held my testicles just a little too firmly. "We talked about this. No objections. Look at yourself in the mirror. Tell me what you see."

She let go of my testicles and I turned to the mirror. I saw a middle aged, but rather attractive Sexy Male. I had long red hair, cascading in waves halfway down my back. (All my own. Not a wig) I had Double D breasts that sagged only slightly. Well I was 45. A little droop is only to be expected. My new breasts were, after all, "natural", that is, the breasts I would have had if I had been lucky enough to have been born Female. That's how it works. The Feminiser (alias "The Machine") reads your DNA and works out the Female version of you then turns you into it. In half an hour you become totally Female except for the wedding tackle between your legs. The Women who now rule the world decreed that those bits should stay, at least for the fertile males and the pretty ones since they would be of use for breeding and sex. The ugly and infertile were castrated and became domestic servants. I wondered if Sian planned to castrate me because the ribbon was so tight. But I didn't think she'd do that. She was having far too much fun dressing me up in sexy clothes and using me for sex in positions and fantasies that I'd never have thought of. Besides, I was fertile so I was still needed for breeding.

Before The Revolution had completely subjugated males, we'd had a nice marriage. Not exciting but pleasant. I worked in an office. It didn't matter to me that Sian was promoted three times while I was stuck at the bottom of the pile. She was an intelligent, capable, strong Woman and I adored her. I'd always tended to defer to Sian's opinion in most things so when The Revolution came, I like to think we adjusted as a married couple quite well. Women were encouraged to 'use' as many Sexy Males as they liked so Sian worked her way around our relatives and friends. When I objected, Sian said she was simply 'doing her bit' for The Revolution and that I should be grateful she'd kept me. Many Women had taken the opportunity to hive off their old husbands to the thousands of brothels that were springing up all over the world, including four in our town. There was a great and growing demand for the prettier Sexy Males to be made more available for use by everyone. Women could make a lot of money from a pretty husband, father or son.

So far I'd only had to serve my Wife but I'd noticed other Women eyeing me up in the street. Some had even approached my Wife and asked if I was available for sex. They actually said "for fucking" but that's such a crude word for a lovely thing. She politely refused, explaining that I wasn't 'fully trained' yet and hinted darkly that something had 'gone wrong' in The Machine.

I understood that Sexy Males were supposed to be shared around to serve other Women as part of the process of turning them into subservient sex objects who would never again mess the world up as we had done before The Revolution ended our tyranny. But my Wife kept me to herself. I know she used other males in the family, my brother, her brothers, nephews and even my dad but I was kept in purdah. It wasn't such a bad life. I wasn't allowed to go out to work anymore so I did the housework, practised walking in high heels and just generally served my Wife sexually.

So naturally, when asked, I said what my Wife wanted to hear. "I see a Sexy Male, Darling."

"Do you see a man, Sweetie?"

"No Darling. I see a Sexy Male."

"And what is the purpose of a Sexy Male?"

"To be your source of sexual fun, to make you happy and to obey you without question."

My Wife squeezed my bare bottom. "So no buts except this butt, understood? Now sit down and put on your makeup like I taught you. Spit-spot! Mustn't be late for the wedding, Sweetie."

Despite being brought up and living as a 'real man' for 40-odd years, I was getting used to makeup. I'd fathered a daughter, Sally. She had been a bit of a tomboy, a real 'daddy's girl' when she was little but became very girly and wore makeup from her early teens. I liked how it made her look back then, and now I liked how it made me look like an older version of her. The femming had eradicated my beard and body hair, given me fabulous curves and (honestly) nicer breasts than my Wife's, But I still saw MY face in the mirror despite all the ginger curls. Makeup made me more confident in my new role as a Sexy Male. I liked being pretty, and despite the fact that it still felt all wrong, I liked being desired. I liked turning heads when my Wife took me out in a bright pink 'bimbo' mini-dress. (The Machine had given me great legs) It thrilled me when Women openly looked me up and down or wolf-whistled although it still didn't feel right that I couldn't look at them directly anymore. I had to keep my eyes down and stay silent in public. But there was no going back to the old days when men ruled the world so I was determined to make the best of it. I mean I'd always obeyed my Wife, even before The Revolution It's just that there was something nagging in my brain telling me this wasn't natural. That's what the wedding was all about.

My Wife had explained that something had gone wrong with my femming. Physically I was (in her words) 'fucking gorgeous' but I still had a 'male' brain. Most men, by design, came out of The Machine like air-headed, sex-crazed bimbos. They had no thoughts other than being pretty, wearing sexy clothes and being used by Women for sex. They didn't know how to drive a car or rewire a plug or even talk endlessly about sport (which was a relief. I always hated that anyway). A few couldn't even remember their names.

But I could. I remembered everything. That made me, according to The Women who ran the world now, 'dangerous'. I had to be 'cured' of my male brain.

And the way to do that, according to the doctors, was for my Wife to formally and legally share me with a couple of other Women as their personal husband / sex toy. I'd spend a week at a time with each and learn to obey them totally. It was hoped that would complete the femming process and I'd be safe to leave with other Women. Well, I thought, anything to cure me of this nagging doubt. I wanted to be good. I really did. I just couldn't shake the feeling that the world was wrong and only I was right.

I put on what my Wife called my 'wedding dress' although there was no actual dress. White stockings attached to a white lace basque. The cups had been removed from the basque so that my lovely big breasts would be displayed. Of course, there were no knickers. All Sexy Males had to show their genitals in public so that no one would mistake them for Women. (That would be embarrassing for all concerned)

The shoes were white too and had fairly low heels. This was a concession on my Wife's part as I still hadn't got the hang of the 'stripper heels' that she liked me to wear. My Double Ds made me unbalanced and she didn't want me to fall flat on my face walking up the aisle.

"Not that you would fall flat with those knockers." she smirked "But it would ruin the solemnity of the occasion."

As a final touch she put a white veil on my head and gave me a bouquet of pink flowers to carry. "There! Don't you look a picture, my gorgeous Fuck Bunny! Go and stand outside so the neighbours can see you while I get changed. Keep your eyes down and don't speak to anyone."

She opened the door for me "And don't leave the front step. I don't want you kidnapped like poor Marion's hubby."

It was summer and everyone was out on the street so my presence soon gathered a crowd. The Women were in t-shirts, jeans and trackies. The Sexy Males were in bikini tops or mini-dresses. No knickers, of course. One or two were naked except for stockings and the ubiquitous high heels. The Sexy Males were all in heels much higher than mine. I needed to practise more but they made my legs ache. Pictures were taken of me and ribald comments made as usual. Women were expected to make personal comments about Sexy Males, about their appearance and about what the Women would like to do to them. It all helped to keep us in our place. I knew my place, even if it made no sense to me, which is why I didn't hold my bouquet over my genitals. We're not allowed to do that. They have to be on show and ready for groping. Instead, I let the Women take a good look. I even turned around a couple of times for them to feast their eyes on my beautiful round bottom.

Ah bottoms! Before The Revolution I never understood what Women liked about the male fundament. I get it now because, as far as Women are concerned, the Sexy Male anus is just another orifice for sex. Indeed, my Wife strapped on a dildo and took me from behind most weeks. So now it makes sense that they'd lust after our bums. And yes, there were quite a few Women in the crowd who told me in no uncertain terms what they'd like to do with my 'man-pussy'.

But no one came into our garden. We lived in a good neighbourhood and respected each other's privacy. Well, other Women's privacy. Sexy Males were under constant intrusive surveillance. Any Sexy Male out on his own could legally be kidnapped and either held for ransom or just kept. Hence poor Marion's hubby who never came back and was thought to be in a brothel somewhere in Spain.

Actually, I lie. One Woman did come into the garden. My Mother, Daphne. She was resplendent in a lilac skirt suit and blouse with a ridiculously large hat. She hugged me like a Mother and squeezed my bare bum like every Woman who gets the chance.

"Oh Sweetie! You look ADORABLE. Do you like the hat? Oh sorry, I forgot, you can't speak in public. So yes, the hat. Smile if you like it. Oh goody. Unfortunately, only being the Mother of boys I never had the chance to play Mother-of-the-Bride but now I do. Hence the outfit and the hat. Oh my! Isn't your wedding tackle LOVELY!"

Mum stroked my penis and squeezed my already strained testicles. Women just can't resist doing that. She smiled up at me. "Just so you know dear, after the wedding I AM going to fuck you. Your lovely Wife has promised."

I was shocked at the crude word. My Mum had always been such a polite, well brought up lady. She thought I was shocked because she was going to use me but I'd been expecting that, sooner or later. Males were only sex objects now. Using a relative just made it a little more exciting. I wasn't looking forward to Mum having me because, well, she's my Mum and I never thought of her like that. It was weird. Too weird for words.

"Oh SWEETIE!" she smiled, grouping my breasts. "Don't look so shocked. I'm the Mayor! It's my civic duty to fuck you. Besides, you are so much prettier than your father. No, that's not fair. He's pretty too. I paid extra for that! In fact, In fact I can see the family resemblance now I see you in makeup. And oh, Sally is the image of you! I've just noticed. And you obviously get your sexy legs from my Sex Bomb but he's OLD and you are so SEXY and oooh I can't wait to see you erect."

"And you will, Mother." said my Wife from behind me. "Just as soon as his other Wives have had their fun."

Mum smiled wickedly. "Oooo! Your 'other Wives'! I know who they are, Sweetie!! But I mustn't tell you. It's a surprise. Such fun!"

My Wife was wearing a black suit that looked just like the one I'd worn when we were married 20 years ago. "What do you think?" she asked Mum.

"Well, it's smart, Sian dear, but I don't understand why we have to stop wearing nice dresses just because we make THEM wear miniskirts. It's not the same thing at all."

"We don't, Mother. WE can wear what we like. I just thought it would be a nice touch for him to be the bride and me and the others to be the grooms."

"I see, Darling. You know best. I must say you've adapted to the new world much better than me. It still feels a little strange sometimes fucking Sex Bomb with those huge silicone boobs of his but he's so pathetically desperate for sex of any kind, I can't resist him. I think it's just he was male for so long and rather good in bed in those days. Tell me, is my son a better fuck than his father? You've had them both."

My Wife thought for a moment. "Mmm, they're different. Yours, having been properly femmed, enjoys being dressed up and used much more than Sweetie does but we're getting there. Sweetie's always been obedient. He just has to learn to be sexy too. Oh look, there's the carriage, right in time."

The carriage was pulled by 4 eunuchs dressed up like carnival queens in red and gold with plumed headdresses. It was driven by a young Woman who gave my Wife and Mum a cheery wave. I recognised her. She was a friend of our daughter.

That was a thought. Would Sally be at the ceremony? She had been at school abroad when The Revolution began. She might have made it home, now that travel was safe, but I hadn't heard anything. Her Mother had sent Sally pictures of me after I was femmed but she hadn't seen me 'in the flesh' as it were. I wasn't sure if I wanted her there. She'd only ever known me as a man. How would she react? Sally had been a Daddy's Girl when she was little. We'd spent many hours together when I taught her the guitar and I loved her dearly. What would she think of her father with breasts? Probably she'd make a joke about them getting in the way of the guitar, knowing Sally. (Well they do. Get in the way, I mean).

The wedding chapel was only a few streets away but the driver took the long way round through the town centre. "Everyone likes a bride." said Mum "It will brighten everyone's day to see you, especially as The Machine gave you such sensational boobs."

"Besides" said my Wife "there are lots of Women who really want to see you on your big day."

I knew who she meant. 

We stopped on Castle Street, outside the office where Sian and I used to work, so all my former colleagues there could see me. Sian had been the office manager and was promoted to Area Director after The Revolution but I hadn't been back there since my femming. I hadn't been back there since my femming. Most of my former colleagues came out to the street and I had to stand in the carriage and turn around a few times for them to get a good look. I'd got along well with 'The Girls' before my feminisation and they all seemed pleased to see me. They made many complimentary (but often rude) remarks about my breasts and bum and wedding tackle. So I did a few 'model' poses for their cameras, (cupping my breasts & pouting, sticking my bum out, waving my todger at them. That sort of thing) which they adored. My Wife told them they were all welcome to play with me just as soon as I passed my Sexy Male training.

"Fuck yeah!" said Hayley, PUNCHING THE AIR. She was a big brassy blonde Woman of my age who'd sat next to me for years and was great fun to work with. "I've always wondered what he'd be like to fuck. His arse is EXACTLY like I imagined but his cock looks way fucking bigger than I thought. Tasty! How big is it when it's up, Sian?"

Despite the fact that she swore like a navvy and you never knew what she'd say next, I really liked Hayley. She was a fan of heavy metal music and habitually wore black t-shirts and jeans. Strangely, that day she was wearing a nice black lace dress with long sleeves that covered nearly all her tattoos and she'd had her hair done in ringlets. Perhaps there was an office 'do' that day, I thought.

My wife told her "Nineteen point five centimetres and thick too! Satisfaction guaranteed."

Hayley checked a clipboard. "Shelley! You're the nearest. You've won the sweep for his cock size."

Shelley (who was half my age) held up a piece of paper with 20cms on it and cheered. "Does this mean I get first go with him when he visits? Haha!"

"No!" said Jayne quickly. "We'll do another draw for that. We ALL want to be his first 'colleague' fuck."

"Well, second" said Clare "We all know who'll be first!"

Lynda, my former Manager cleared her throat "Ahem! Settle down, Ladies. Well Sian, I think what my colleagues are saying is K– I mean – 'Sweetie' was a really nice chap to work with and he's turned into a really gorgeous Sexy Male. So if, as part of his training, you'd like him to spend a week or two as the Office Slut we'd be more than happy to help. Isn't that right, Girls?"

My former colleagues all agreed. I never thought I'd be so popular.

"Thank you, Lynda" said my Wife "That's a lovely idea. I'll call you in a couple of weeks to arrange it. Must crack on! Got a few more places to stop at. Don't want to be late for the wedding. Bye!"

Although the wedding chapel was just around the corner from my old office, the carriage wound through a few more streets. We stopped a couple of times for various Women we knew to take photos (mostly because Mum was the Mayor).

My father was waiting for us at the door of the wedding chapel. Mum had dressed him in a similar outfit to herself, complete with big silly hat. Only, because he was a Sexy Male, three of his blouse buttons were undone to show off his enormous cleavage (and just a hint of nipples) and his skirt was so short that his penis and stretched testicles were showing. They were tied with a ribbon like mine. He was erect.

Mum slapped his penis hard so that it boinged up and down. "Not yet, Sex Bomb! I'll tell you when. Let it go limp."

Dad was 66 and The Machine had been going to give him age appropriate saggy breasts. Mum was having none of that and paid the extra for a couple of 'Pornstar' implants so now he looked like he had 2 halves of a football stuck on his chest and painted pink. She'd obviously taken him to the hairdressers because his grey hair had been permed and tinted a subtle shade of blonde. I had to admit the old man looked rather tasty. No wonder my Wife enjoyed using him. And he really did have the legs for miniskirts. Very shapely with his 10cms high heels. Well done dad.

He smiled vaguely at me, admiring my breasts, I think. Oh he knew who I was and all that, but he'd been well and truly feminised by The Machine and so if he was thinking anything at all he was probably wondering what Woman would use him next. He took his place next to Mum behind me, and my Wife led me through the big doors into a packed wedding chapel.

My first impression was a lot of bare bottoms because, of course, almost every guest had brought her own Sexy Male. Black stockings and suspenders seemed the most popular choice of outfit for the boys although there were also a few purple basques and brightly coloured slutty dresses with holes cut in them. My brother Jack looked particularly fetching in a red bra and crotchless panties. The red colour indicated that he was doing his monthly stint as a prostitute. Mum had insisted that both he and dad should take a regular turn to set an example. Dad especially was very popular with the younger clientele who were very impressed with how long he could keep it up for an old chap. It seems The Machine rejuvenated him as well as made him sexy. No doubt I would work there too when my 'male 'brain' was sorted out. Jack had come out of The Machine totally bimboficated (is that a word?) and by all accounts was a really good tart like our dad.

The organist started playing "Here comes the bride" and everyone turned to look at us as we processed down the aisle. It was then I realised the Women from the office had used my long carriage ride to slip into the wedding chapel. Some of them had brought Sexy Males that I recognised as chaps I used to work with or husbands I'd met at office do's. No doubt they'd all taken a turn or two as the Office Tart. That, by the way, is a Sexy Male who hangs around the office in miniskirts and blouses and pleasures any Women who wants him, any way they like. I heard the Women like to send them to find files in the bottom drawer so they'll bend over and flash their testicles. Maybe my male brain was finally starting to turn bimbo but I caught myself thinking I'd like to do that.

The Women we passed smiled and waved and made wanking gestures. The Sexy Males smiled vacantly, even the ones I'd worked with for twenty years. Their male brains had all gone. Mine was the only one left.

Then I saw them, my new Wives, waiting at the front. It was Hayley from the office and my daughter Sally. Hayley held a steel butt plug and Sally had a steel scrotum stretcher. Neither were comfortable things for a man to wear. They were part of the ceremony to show my subservience to my Wives.

The celebrant said to me "Stand on the podium."

It was a small dais raised up so that everyone could see me.

"Face the congregation." she said.

I did so and my three Wives-to-be stood behind me. The celebrant raised her voice. "This is Sweetie. He has been Sian's husband and Sian's alone for 20 years. Monogamy is a patriarchal invention to keep Women controlled. It is no no longer relevant as WE are in control."

The congregation cheered and the celebrant continued. "He is therefore to be married to two other Women and will serve each in turn. Sian, do you agree to share your husband with other Women because he is merely a Sexy Male and is of no consequence, good only for fucking?"

My wife said "I do."

The celebrant announced "As a Sexy Male of no consequence he is to be married to his daughter Sally."

Cheers from the congregation.

"This will reinforce the fact that he is no longer a father but merely a sex object to be fucked."

The celebrant turned to my daughter. "Sally, do you intend to use this Sexy Male cruelly, constantly and for as long as you wish, disregarding any previous relationship you had with him but treating him only as a sex object?"

"I do."

The celebrant announced "He is also to be married to his work colleague Hayley who has known him for ten years. This will reinforce that he is no longer a worker but a sex object to be used for the pleasure of Women. Hayley, do you intend to use this Sexy Male cruelly, constantly and for as long as you wish, disregarding any previous relationship you had with him but treating him only as a sex object?"

"Fuck yeah! I mean, I do."

The celebrant said "I now invite Sally to take ownership of Sweetie."

My daughter stepped forward. She was wearing a black suit like her Mum and looked so grown up. I'd last seen her 6 months ago when she went off to boarding school. When she left she was still my little girl with ginger hair and blue eyes and a big smile for her daddy. Then The Revolution came and the world changed forever. She smiled at me. Still the same smile but maybe with a mischievous upturn at the corners. "Put the bouquet on the table, Sweetie." she said clearly "Then face the congregation with your hands behind your head. And smile, Sweetie! You're a beautiful Sexy Male. Remember 'eyes, teeth, tits and testicles'!"

I did as I was told and Sally asked her Mum to take the ribbon off my testicles. I resisted the urge to sigh with relief as they swung free. I knew I mustn't make a sound. Sally told me to stand with my legs apart. There were admiring noises from the congregation. Whether it was for my new body or the assured way my daughter took charge of me, I couldn't say. Sally went behind me, reached between my legs and made my testicles swing, to hoots of laughter from the crowd. "Hahaha!" she said "I've wanted to do that for YEARS! That's why I asked Mum to stretch your balls. Hahaha!"

Sallie gently pulled down on my scrotum and held one half of the scrotal stretcher behind it. She looked up at me. "Remember when you taught me the guitar? At first the strings made my fingers sore but I persevered because I wanted to please you and I wanted to play it." She clipped the other half over the front and let it drop down. The weight tugged at my testicles. "Well this is just the same, Sweetie. It's uncomfortable at first but stretching your balls will please me and make you a good Sexy Male who we can ALL play with. Hold still. I have to turn the key."

Her small, soft hand cupped my testicles and she inserted the key. The stretcher had an inner sleeve which was wound out by the key to extend it, thus putting more tension into the stretch. She kept turning and turning until I thought I was going to faint. "Can you take anymore?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Mmmm. Okay. Just one more turn for luck." Then she stepped back and said "I call all Women here present to bear witness that I have taken possession of this Sexy Male. I will use and abuse him as long as I want, any way I want."

Her part of the ceremony done, Sally stepped back.

The celebrant called on Hayley to take me. Hayley has a whole array of wicked grins that I'd seen over the years in the office. This grin was the wickedest. "Turn around, Sweetie. Assume the position."

'The position' is legs apart, hands on knees, bottom sticking out.

Hayley held the steel anal plug before my eyes. "I've always fancied you, Sweetie, which is why I asked Sian if you could be my husband too. I watched you in those tight trousers you wore and imagined pulling them down and buggering you with a dildo right there in the middle of the office. And one day soon, I'm going to do exactly that." she raised her voice "We ALL want to see that, don't we Girls?"

My former colleagues cheered.

"But first I have to prepare your man-cunt with this."

Hayley pushed it into my mouth. "Get it good and wet Sweetie. It'll go in easier."

When she was satisfied she pushed it in. It wasn't my first anal plug by any means but it was cold metal and bigger than any that Sian had used on me. "Hold still, Sweetie. This is a new type of butt plug with an inbuilt stretcher." Then she turned the dial and I felt the pressure grow.

She kept turning and I started shaking my head. I daren't speak.

"Can't take any more, Sweetie? Want me to stop?"

I nodded vigorously. "Oh you're okay? Right. Just one more turn then."

I held my breath till my eyes bulged but I didn't speak.

Hayley patted my bum. "Good bitch. Straighten up and face the front." She turned to the congregation. "I call all Women here present to bear witness that I have taken possession of this Sexy Male. I will use and abuse him as long as I want, any way I want."

Hayley took a step back and Sian stepped forward. She placed a steel cage on my penis and locked it. She handed two keys each to my other Wives. Turning to the congregation she announced "I call all Women here present to bear witness that I have taken possession of this Sexy Male. I will use and abuse him as long as I want, any way I want. We three Women will share complete ownership of our husband. He will spend a week in turn with each us. Whichever Wife he is with has total control. Furthermore, every fourth week he will serve as a common prostitute at one of the town brothels. His earning will be split 3 ways."

The celebrant said "I now pronounce you Wives and Hubby. You may kiss the bride."

Hayley let Sally have first kiss. I bent forward because she was a lot shorter than me. She kissed me softly on the lips then hugged me, whispering in my ear "I'm so proud of you Dad. You look so pretty today. We are going to have such fun."

Hayley was almost as tall as me. She just grabbed me, bent me over backwards and french kissed me – for a long time. When she finally let me stand up, I waved my hands at my face just to show I was a good sport.

Sian kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my bum. Then Sally hooked a dog lead to my scrotal stretcher, Sian looped a long pink ribbon around my right breast and Hayley looped one around my left. Together we walked out of the wedding chapel to my new life as a Sexy Male for three beautiful Women and anyone else who wanted me.