This is heavily based on a dream that I had recently. I have just filled in some details to the plot and fleshed out the concepts underlying the story.
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I wandered throughout the large house.
As per custom, the house was almost empty, most of the residents finding somewhere else to be. Apart from a couple of older women in the kitchen, only the nubile girls remained.
Nubile. It used to mean marriageable, but it now had a very special meaning. Back before, girls would start to menstruate in their early teens, and be almost at once fertile. As they blossomed into womanhood, they would be considered nubile.
Since the plague, girls would not start menstruating until they were old enough to have previously been considered adults, at least eighteen. However, although they were adults in every other sense, this did not make them fertile. Only those like me could do that. Until that happened, they would remain classed as nubile.
The house belonged to several families. Long ago, it had been several houses, but they had been modified into one large structure. Despite there being much more space per person, people liked to group together nowadays. At night, there would be things out there in the dark. Maybe just descendants of the animals released from the old zoo. But perhaps something else, mutated by some variant of the plague.
As per custom, the girls busied themselves with whatever they had been doing. The families had left me five gold coins on the kitchen table – one for turning up and one for each of the four girls from age eighteen up. Four girls who had never had sex – more than I would usually find in a household, but maybe some of them had been passed over before and were well into their twenties.
One girl was reading, one was sewing and one was picking flowers just outside the back door. One I had not yet found, but that might just be that I'd missed a room. Or maybe, she had taken fright and retreated to join her family. That was not my concern – it was up to her parents to have her here. Maybe she had often avoided being serviced, and hence the unusually large number of nubile girls.
As per custom, I just wandered by the girls, and they paid me no noticeable attention. However, I knew my pheromones were spreading, arousing each of them.
I did not know if I could, or even would, service all of them. I had so much more stamina since the plague had mutated me, but even I needed time to recover after having sex. If I was not aroused, I might even only be able to do it once. If I did not like the look of a girl, I would pass over them. It was my prerogative, although I would only take the number of coins matching the number of nubile girls I had serviced.
Eventually, I was ready. I walked into one of the lounge rooms, where a girl was reading. She had black skin and long curly black hair. Clearly, her ancestry was largely African, which made her unusual in Australia.
I stood in front of her, as she sat in a beanbag on the floor. "Stand up," I said to her.
I admired her body. She wore a blue dress, but it was tight enough that I could see her full breasts and wide hips. She looked soft, with a fair bit of padding, but not fat.
She looked at me nervously.
"Take off your clothes," I said.
I knew that by now, standing so close to me, her beating heart would be pumping my pheromones through her blood stream. Her cunt would be literally dripping, and she would greatly desire me.
She slipped off the dress, showing her soft, black skin. She removed her bra, revealing her full breasts, with tightening nipples, which were exceedingly dark. I admired how her breasts hung down, as she bent forward to remove her panties, revealing her lush black pubic hair. Then she straightened up again, in front of me.
"I am going to make you into a woman," I said. "Do you look forward to that?"
"Yes," she said, almost too quiet to be heard. That was the first word she had said to me.
"Turn around," I said.
She turned to face away from me. I ran my eyes up and down her back. Those beautiful wide hips and a large fat bum to match her full breasts.
I stepped out of my flip flops, pulled off my t-shirt, slipped off my jeans and removed my underpants. An exceedingly casual outfit, but easy to remove.
I stepped towards her, pressing the front of me against her back, with my hard cock between her bum cheeks. I kissed the side of her neck and ran my hands around to clasp those beautiful large breasts.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Lucy," she replied.
"Well Lucy," I said, "I'm going to lay you down over that beanbag, and I'm going to mount you from behind. Then I'm going to shove my large cock into your moist cunt and do my best to impregnate you. Do you like the sound of that?"
I could feel Lucy breathing deeper and quicker. She was getting sweaty and her nipples were rock hard. It used to be that virgin girls found it painful to have sex the first time. But nowadays, those like me made it easy. The pheromones would drive her crazy, I would slide in easily, and the breaking of the hymen would be pain free – or at least free of any pain that she would remember.
