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Subject: {ASSM} A World Turned Upside Down
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: A World Turned Upside Down
Part: Remake!
Universe: Wonder Woman
Summary: A sequel to "Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling
Adventure." The triumvirate from National Public
Radio lighten up before filling out.
Keywords: MC, Mdom, humor preg
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.

First Posted 3/10/00

Last Edited 1/21/02

A World Turned Upside Down (MC, Mdom, humor preg.)

Homer Vargas

Vargas...@yahoo.com

Some of you may remember my story of quite a while ago "Wonder Woman's Most
Fulfilling Adventure." If not, I'd love you to read it, although it's not
really necessary to understand this story.  As the earlier story ended, our
favorite Amazon Princess in the star-spangled tights was definitely out of
the crime-fighting business.  The busty ex-superheroine had just borne a
daughter for the tribe's ancient enemy, Pan, and was facing a life of
slavery, making more and more babies for the horny god.

   Delicious as that was, it was only the first step in Pan's plot.  The
World of Men, without a strong feminine role model provided by Wonder
Woman, was vulnerable to the scheme of Pan and his witch Queen Althea to
reestablish traditional male dominance over women.

   Word of the disappearance of her elder daughter, Diana, has reached
Paradise Island where Queen Hypolite, with great reluctance, is about to
send her youngest daughter, Drucilla, to replace Wonder Woman.  Before she
sends her off, however, she REALLY reads her the riot act about "fooling
around."

   As our story opens..

   The most shocking examples of all these goings on, however, was the
virtual collapse of NPR when the girls of the "fallopian jungle." Cokie
Roberts, Nina Tottenberg, Linda Wortheimer, all decide to stay home with
"this one." Of course idle hands ..., but that's another story.  The wags
started to call it National Pregnant Radio.  How did this happen?

   Well, it seems the first to fall by the wayside was Linda, whose husband
had run off with a cutie that had let him get her pregnant.  After weeks of
depression (and getting tired of her vibrator every night) Linda heard
about Dr.  Althea's public television talk show.  After seeing Althea
advise women in her situation to get on with their lives, Linda gave it
some though and realized this meant she should be getting her brains fucked
out as often as possible.  She thought about it some more and decided that
she deserved a stud muffin of her very own.  Not long afterwards Linda
found herself frequenting sports bars and taking up with Ricky from ESPN, a
hunky ex-shot putter.  It didn't take Ricky many shots to put his baby into
the overjoyed grandmother Wortheimer.

   Even before her friends found out THAT little fact, Cokie and Nina
noticed that Linda had not only gotten over her husband's split amazingly
fast, but she was suddenly glowing.  They also noticed disturbing changes
in Linda's behavior, -- proper NPR gravitas ruined by her tendency to break
out in giggles.  Fortunately it was radio, so listeners were unaware of the
equally shocking change in Linda's wardrobe, daring miniskirts in
brilliant, scandalous colors, big loopy earrings, high-heel, open-toed
sandals showing off brightly painted toe nails.  When Cokie or Nina finally
confronted her what was going on, Linda just smiled and invited them and
their husbands to her SC beach house for a week "to meet him."

   To their wives' disgust, Steve and Charles were not at all upset at what
they heard about Linda's unusual behavior.  In fact they seemed quite to
eager to see the new and improved Linda.  Even more they wanted to meet the
new beau that could inspire the kind of sexiness they wished for their own
wives, who hadn't shown any knee in public for ten years.

   Linda opened the door to the cottage wearing hot pants and a bra-less
blouse tied just below her magnificent new set of tits (thanks to a healthy
dose of vitamin Silicone, taken at Ricky's suggestion).  Cokie and Nina
almost had to break elbows in their husbands' ribs to keep them from
ogling. Knowing how to diffuse a tense situation, Linda ushered everyone
into the sitting room and had everyone high on wine coolers by the time
Ricky came in from jogging on the beach.

   Though they would never have admitted it, especially with their husbands
right there, both Cokie and Nina were rather jealous when they got a look
at their older friend's lover.  He was Latino and built and it was obvious
what Linda saw in him.  The excited hostess just tuned out her guests for
several long minutes as she greeted Ricky with a sizzling kiss.  Eyes
closed, she fondled the prominent erection through his Speedos, while
letting him toy with her tits and make her moan from some naughtiness his
hand had found to do between her legs.  Steve and Charles grinned at each
other and scooted closer to their wives who pretended not to look.

   Eventually Linda calmed down a bit.  "This is RICKY," she sighed, "My
new 'friend.'"

   Cokie and Nina were slightly put off when Ricky patted Linda's butt and
sent her off to fetch beers for "me and m' new buddies," but the breathless
woman gladly jumped up and soon re-appeared with three tall ones, bending
over to give her "friend" and the other two men an eye-popping peek at her
surgically-enhanced cleavage.  "Cokie, Nina, why don't we girls go into the
kitchen and fix lunch for the guys so they can talk," Linda beamed.

   The two women rolled their eyes at each other, since neither Cokie or
Nina had cooked a meal in years and so far and they knew, Linda couldn't
boil water either.  Wrong!  "I've been taking crash gourmet cooking classes
because the way to a man's heart - and you know his 'what else'
<giggle-giggle>-- is through his stomach." That explained why Linda had
been turning down afternoon reporting assignments recently.  Though as far
as Cokie and Nina could tell, Linda had no trouble getting to Ricky's "what
else."

   Once in the kitchen, Linda was dying to know what her friends thought of
Ricky, and didn't he have the most gorgeous abs -- and that's not all --
<giggle> and, <blush> does he ever know how to use it, and she'd never know
how sexy it was to give a guy blow jobs, and she loved the way his come
tasted ("and just five calories, what a great diet drink"), but he
certainly made it worthwhile because he could eat her to so many orgasms
she passed out, and she'd never had sex even twice a day before with her
ex, but Ricky did her four or five times, and she was totally in love, and
she had just been dying to tell them sooner, but he promised he was going
to get her <breathe> PREGNANT!

   Nina was totally taken aback by Linda's non-stop torrent of words.  Of
course she was flabbergasted that her friend of fif...[oops, it isn't nice
to tell a lady's age] would think about letting a man twe ...[watch it!] so
much younger than she, knock her up and off her journalistic career track.
Nina was also quite surprised that Linda would go down on her new lover,
but she was green with envy that her prune-faced friend had a sexy guy
eating her out regularly.  Nina had blown Charles a few times when they
were first married.  Like most women who had been around the block a few
times before tying the knot (she had lost her virginity -- better said,
cast it aside like a used tampon -- at thirteen when she seduced the Sr. 
High quarterback) Nina rather liked the taste.  Charles's was better than
most.  But when she tried to get him to give HER some nice tongue action
and he made a face as if she had asked him to drink from the Anacostia, she
stopped giving head.  It just convinced her what a selfish lover he was and
rather cooled her ardor for him.  She still fucked him every day from need,
but frankly she was coming to prefer her vibrator.  IT always got her off
and didn't snore when ITS batteries ran down.

   Cokie, on the other hand, was completely scandalized.  She hardly
focused on the thought of someone like Ricky putting her older friend back
in maternity clothes.  Rather, she was shocked and horrified that a woman
of fif...[tch tch] would commit the disgusting and immoral acts Linda was
admitting to, indeed boasting of!  The thought of allowing a man to place
his penis in her mouth was revolting as well as indecent.  Steve knew
better than to ask!  But even more revolting was the idea of allowing a man
to touch her private parts with his hands or -- worse -- his mouth.  Cokie
knew from experience with Steve what that led to.  It was not only sinful,
but dangerous.  Her second and third child (of the planned one) had
resulted when, in a moment of weakness, she allowed Steve to touch her down
there.  In no time she was screaming in orgasm and Steve was in her, making
her a mommy again.

   Cokie realized she was prone to sin in that way and she struggled daily
to resist the urges to pleasure herself.  Before they married, she had
thought Steve was a nice boy who understood that sex was only for having
babies.  Instead, he went along with those Post-Counciliar priests who said
that sex could be a means of expressing love or even just having fun!

   Cokie didn't buy it.  The nuns had been very specific on that point. 
She even felt guilty about allowing Steve to fuck her on day twenty-seven.
The Pope had said it was OK, but pleasure without procreation felt like
cheating.  Still, she did love Steve and knew how he suffered on account of
her virtue.  She had long ago resigned herself to finding evidences of
Steve almost nightly sin with his had.  Now here was Linda, whom she had
always thought to be an upright woman, glorying in giving and receiving
pleasure not only from out-of-wedlock intercourse, but also from the most
perverse acts Cokie could imagine.

   Linda was so wound up from her close encounter with Ricky she wouldn't
shut up as she flung together ham, cheese, bread and chips.  Putting some
of those expensive cooking lessons to use was obviously never in her plans,
or if it was, letting Ricky fondle her titties and play with her pussy had
knocked them right out of her head.  Nina had little doubt why Linda was so
eager to get the mid-day meal behind them.

   Had they never seen one of Dr.  Althea's programs, Linda rattled on.  Of
course Linda recognized they were on public TELEVISION, (Linda uttered the
word as if naming a lower phylum in the Linnean classification of media,
somewhere between "Hello" magazine and the segmented worms), but the Doctor
made such sense and had helped her so much and her noon-time program was on
in just a few minutes and they just HAD to see it.  Linda gave Nina and
Cokie no opportunity to object as she hastily dumped three sandwiches for
the men on a tray with more beer, pushed another wine cooler into the hands
of her friends whom she left to make their own sandwiches and wiggled off
to give the boys lunch (and another peek at her boobs).

   Hilarious laughter from the sitting room drew Nina and Cokie there
double-time.  The two women were pretty sure Ricky had made some crude
remark about his older girlfriend's new endowments and, far from chastising
him for his sexist attitude, their husbands were lapping it up.  Lapping it
up, in fact, was a pretty good description of what Ricky was doing to
Linda's honkers, when her friends walked in.  Linda's boobies had been
popped out of the pesky blouse, and Ricky was using his amazingly long
tongue on them to make the older woman squirm and giggle with delight.

   Their spouses, however, had fallen stone silent.  It wasn't hard to tell
what had shut them up, though their mouths hung open.  The television
program that Linda had been so keen for them all to see had begun.

   Their husbands' eyes were riveted to the brilliant oversized screen
where a voluptuous woman of indefinite age was prancing and flirting with
the camera as she talked.  Both Nina and Cokie began guessing which Miss
Clairol bottle her hair color had come from, though they wee pretty sure
that was not what held their spouses' attention.  More likely it was the
skirt that stopped at least five inches up her thigh or the slit that
continued up another two or three.  On the other hand, it might also be the
set of knockers that seemed to be fairly screaming to be released from a
push-up bra and let out for manual inspection.  But in their heart of
hearts both women knew what it really was: the beach-ball belly of the
television hostess.

   'Men,' thought Nina, as she turned her attention to the television.  As
she suspected this Dr.  Althea was just an upscale version of the silly
psychobabble found on AM talk radio.  "Good communication was important
between partners" What a cliche.  Wait, did she hear that right?  Women
were naturally eager to please their men but needed to be told exactly what
to do?  "Loving but firm instruction is what we need, guys" she giggled. 
"A woman who has been trained to do as she's told around the house will
<sly smile> be the kind of sex kitten you want her to be in bed."

   There was something wrong about that, but Nina couldn't figure out just
what.  As she continued listening, it started making more sense.  Of
course, Althea explained, if a man wanted a woman who was hot for him day
and night, he had to make it worth her while.  Keeping her fucked stupid
wasn't a physical possibility, given the raging libido of a modern woman.
But there were other ways.

   Althea sympathized that some men had never been taught that eating a
woman properly could make her your slave.  Therefore she had arranged for a
demonstration.  Then, right in front of Nina and millions of other viewers,
Althea lifted her maternity dress and motioned off camera.  'My God,' Nina
thought, 'the slut isn't wearing panties and she is DRIPPING.' Nina hadn't
seen the two men, who were nodding silently, so rapt by a TV program since
the last Super Bowl.

   Promptly a large, hairy man appeared and without saying a word, buried
his face in between Althea's legs.  For the next forty-five minutes, until
Althea became incoherent during her umpteenth orgasm, the nation was
treated to the first narrated cunilingus session ever shown on national
television.  Near the end it got so intense that Nina had to get a little
relief from her own fingers.  When she recovered, the program was over and
the scene had shifted to banks of telephones.  It was pledge week and a
voice was saying, "The kind of quality programming you have just enjoyed
cannot survive without your generous support." Steve and Charles had their
checkbooks out, scribbling furiously.

   'Men,' thought Cokie, as she turned her attention to the television.  As
she suspected this Dr.  Althea was just an upscale version of the silly
psychobabble found on AM talk radio.  Of course good communication was
important between partners.  What a cliche.  Wait, did she hear that right?
Women should constantly ask their partners what they could do to please
them better, how they could be sexier and more accommodating in bed?  That
was bullshit!  It was perfectly obvious how to please a man.  They were all
just overgrown fourteen-year-old boys.  After all, a bombshell like Cokie
Roberts didn't need advice from this blond bimbo.  A little red leather
miniskirt would knock Steve's sock off!  Some high heels would put a wiggle
in her walk that would get her fucked as often as he could get it up.  She
didn't have to ask Steve anything.  The erection he'd get when she met him
a the door wearing nothing but heels and a bow around her neck would be all
the communication she needed.  Of course she already knew what he really
wanted, for her to start on a second crop of babies.  Well, she was
fertile, he could get started tonight, Hell, this afternoon.

   When Cokie looked around, she saw Nina with a flushed expression on her
face and the boys with what can only be described as a shit-eating grin. 
Apparently Ricky and Linda didn't need to watch a program about improving
communication.  Ricky had Linda her back on a couch and was communicating
about a third of his large cock into the pussy of the spasming woman who
was crying out for more.  "Ricky, darling, don't tease me like that.  I
need it all in me!  Fuck me baby, fuck me!

   "Are you sure, Lindy-Windy" the athletic young man teased, grinning and
keeping up a tantalizingly slow sawing motion in and out of his
girlfriend's weeping cunt.  "Don't you remember what happened the night we
met?"

   "How can I forget, you beautiful SOB!" she gasped.  "You felt me up in
the bar until I couldn't think straight, then took me to your apartment and
fucked me stupid."

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

   "They get knocked up like I did, you bastard maker.  Now shut up and put
it to me!"

   "You want me to do it again, to get you even more pregnant?  To have a
big bellyful of my baby?"

   "Yes, yes, dammit!  I don't care if I get too big to fit in my parking
space, just FUCK ME!

   Nina had been a little worried about how docile and submissive Linda had
been around Ricky.  Now she was relieved to see that when Linda
communicated clearly with Ricky, telling him exactly what she wanted done,
he did it.  Go girl!  As the young man lengthened and deepened his strokes
and Linda's moans turned to shrieks of ecstasy, Nina looked at Cokie and
then at Charles and smiled.  "I think I need a good long <pause> nap," she
said and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.

   Cokie gave Steve a similarly seductive look and replied, "Me too.  I'm
feeling very <pause> sleepy," and sauntered toward the hall, giving her
hips an exaggerated wiggle.  Charles and Steve high fived and followed
their wives swaying asses.

   *****

   The first days following the vacation Linda saw a marked improvement in
both Nina's attitude and in Cokie's attire.  Nina's bored indifference to
her husband, apparent to her friends, underwent a U turn.

   She wouldn't shut up about how affectionate Charles was, how good
looking, how intelligent, how successful, how attentive, and how he fucked
her brains out night and morning.  Cokie, it turned out had knees after
all, though few noticed them when she started showing so much flesh to the
north.  Three, then four, and finally five inch heels replaced the drab
flats she wore and suddenly her arms grew bracelets and bangles and her
fingers and toes were painted in a dazzling sequence of colors.  The topper
was when she bent over one day to reveal a small heart tattooed just inches
below her ass-cheeks.  Nina wore a black and gold corset breastplate and
black leather hot pants.

   A few weeks later Cokie and Nina burst into Linda's cubicle, laughing
excitedly.  "Linda, we've just come from Dr.  Vargas's clinic and..." Cokie
almost shrieked.

   Nina interrupted her little friend, "Since he's got time to plan, he's
going to get us adjoining rooms in Sibley Maternity," she announced with a
smirk.

   "So, the week at the beach did it, eh?  I'm so happy for you!" Linda
gushed a little insincerely, hugging the two women against her own now very
noticeable tummy.  "I guess that makes us about even," she continued with a
hint of triumph in her voice.  "Ricky has given me twins!" 

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