VY Ch. 00-03

Chapter 3: Family Planning The Perfect Wives

Having completed in-processing at the quarantine facility, the three men were provided their new cell phones with an hour of preloaded time, to contact their immediate family to let them know they arrived safely and that they would receive their briefings on what the next steps will be and where they will be living. Braedon and Damian both got a vast number of questions from their wives that they either couldn't answer on recorded lines, considering the Non-disclosure Agreements all the men had to sign, or there were questions they were still waiting for answers on. When the phones indicated time was running out, they told their family they loved them, ended their calls, and assembled with the group to head to the next site.

The men followed the chasing lights to the assembly room, where they finally met up face-to-face for the first time since arriving. They talked with each other about various topics to pass the time, while the other men in their new combined group arrived. Once the last of the men arrived at the room, two women, one in a formal suit and skirt and the other in a slim-fitting black dress with black high heels, walked in and up to the podium in front of a projector screen. The woman in the suit introduced herself as Dr. Elizabeth Gardner, Director of VYrus Quarantine Processing, and went on to congratulate the men on passing the testing and explained that they would travel to the new place they will call home, while permanent residences were being constructed.

The woman in the dress began passing out briefing packets to the rows of men while the one at the podium continued, saying that in the briefing packets they would find all the ground rules they were expected to follow while there. Also included was an itinerary they would follow until they would finally move to each of their individual permanent residences. Looking at the itinerary, the men saw they would go to Genetic Profiling and Planning. After about twenty minutes, the director concluded the group meeting, saying that the group should proceed to follow the navigation markers to the waiting transport that would take them to the next destination.

By this point, Braedon was well on his way to being fully recovered from his injury from his first transport ride, but he wasn't about to have a repeat of the experience either. Just to be on the safe side, he decided it would be best if he sat on the farthest seat in the transport's rear. His in-laws, having heard what happened, sat in the seat across from him, and Damian offered to take the first shift, keeping watch. To pass the time, Braedon and Damian talked about how their wives took the shock that morning they left, and about some of the local news they had heard about going on around the neighborhood.

Now and then, they'd reminisce about something funny that had happened, one of their wives saying or doing something silly. Braedon mentioned a particularly hilarious time when Savannah had been walking around in her socks all day and went to pinch him on the butt, but instead sent a huge static shock straight to his balls. He had jumped so high, his head almost smacked into the ceiling. She fell on the floor, roaring with laughter as he rubbed his balls.

Damian, always trying to one-up everyone, asked Braedon, "Hey, why does Bill Clinton like having threesomes with unshaven women?"

Braedon couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't know, because he's not into Bush Light?"

Damian couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing, attracting glances from the other passengers. "Ha Ha! No, because he likes it between the Bushes!" Several men who had been quietly listening in leaned over on their armrests, laughing hysterically.

One man sitting in front of them says, "I've got one. What do you call an event for gay swingers?" Braedon and Damian both shook their heads.

"A swap meat!" the man exclaimed, ushering forth another round of raucous laughter.

Damian perked up. "Oh, I got a good one for you. What's worse than finding out your parents are swingers?"

Braedon sarcastically responded, "Being invited to join them."

Damian for a split second hesitated and lowered a brow before revealing the punchline, "Coming upon them at the party."

"Eww, disgusting!" a young guy nearby squealed.

"Okay, that's all I've got", Damian said, leaving the other men to turn back facing the front of the transport again. The two sit quietly, not speaking for a few minutes, when Damian turned to lean over and whispered to Braedon, "Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you with the swinger joke."

Braedon whispered back, "Oh, don't worry bout it. I was just messing with you a bit."

"Okay", Damian leaned back against his seat again for a minute before leaning back over to whisper to Braedon again. "Just out of curiosity, have you ever done any swinging?"

Braedon did not know where his father-in-law was leading with his question, but responded, "No, but it's not the strangest thing that's ever crossed my mind."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure Damian, you can trust me."

"Well, back in the seventies, when Beverly and I were much younger, I got invited to a key party and I asked Beverly, but she turned me down. I've always wondered what could have happened if we had gone to the party."

"Knowing Beverly like I do, it was probably for the best, but get where you're coming from. You're only that young once.", Braedon replied.

"Yeah, I realize that more and more as the years go by. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife with all my heart, I always have, but I still wonder, you know?" Damian said.

"I get what you're saying. You're not wrong."

"Well, I guess a guy can dream..."

The two reclined in their seats and mulled over the conversation they just had. The remainder of the bus ride was relatively uneventful and as it turned out, Braedon had nothing to worry about on this trip, since everyone had noticed that the man that had attacked him on the prior trip had not been seen or heard from since. A few hours later, the transport arrived at the next stop.

Eventually, the door at the front of the transport opened up and one of the female agents directed the men to board the aircraft which was waiting adjacently. As each man boarded the plane, an agent onboard the plane had them scan in with the ID wristband and handed them a thick binder to read during the flight. After being scanned, they gave Braedon a binder, and an agent instructed him to sit in the seat indicated by the navigation indicators on the floor. He found his seat, which had a headrest that blinked three times when he got to his allocated row of seats. Once the last male boarded the plane, the hatch closed and the 'fasten seatbelt' sign turned on.

An agent at the front of the plane stood in the aisle with the intercom in hand and made an announcement:

"Your final destination for today will be genetic processing. Several samples will be taken to perform genetic compatibility tests, as well as to determine the optimum assignment of females for each of you in order to maximize gene pool outcome.

"As you will see on the itinerary that you were provided at in-processing, after genetic processing, we will move you to your final destination, which will serve as your permanent residence for an as-yet undetermined time. Those already having a wife and/or child will be reunited at such point when you arrive at your final destination."

Moments later, after the agent sat down in her seat and buckled in, the plane taxied to the runway for takeoff. Everything had been going smoothly and without incident, at least as normal as they could consider recent events, when Braedon happened to glance out the window and noticed several large pickup trucks smash through the airport gate. Within seconds, several black SUVs pulled up, blocking the path of the trucks, and soon after, the two groups were engaged in a vicious firefight. Aware of the danger, the pilot and co-pilot of the plane immediately throttled the engines to full power and began the takeoff sequence, but not before one truck violently exploded in a plume of the blackest smoke and crimson fire and jagged shards of metal ejected in every direction. With a thunderous roar of the engines and the intense vibrations of the wings as they bit into the headwinds, the plane was hurled down the runway and high into the skies before the men all stopped holding their breath and took a big sigh of relief as they gladly left this chapter of their lives behind them.

Having escaped the conflict at the airport, everyone onboard tried to kick back and relax for the flight that would take several hours. Braedon figured this was as good a time as any to look at what was in the binder. Picking up the binder, he noticed that the cover didn't lift immediately, like a normal binder. It seemed like there was some sort of internal mechanism locking it closed. Figuring the ID wristband might be needed like before, Braedon positioned his hand on the front cover. The wristband flashed green-blue-blue-green-green-green quickly and then the edges of the binder cover illuminated a bright green and the locking mechanism disengaged.

Opening the binder, the first page he saw had what appeared to be a strand of DNA forming a circle around what he at first thought was a tree, but upon closer examination was the letter Y with tree branches growing off of it, to touch the edges of the DNA strand. In small print at the top centered on the page was "Property of Federal Bureau of Human Continuity". Below that was the text "Guidelines of the Department of International Conference on Population and Development". Turning to the next page was an introductory page comprising the expected (at this point at least) thank you, you are part of a select group yada yada yada.

Having heard the spiel several times now by the G-women, Braedon skipped to the next page with the table of contents and searched for the meat and potatoes of this encyclopedia of boredom. Eventually, he found the first section titled "Background of VYrus". Considering he didn't hear a whole lot about what happened until the thousand pounds of shit hit the fan and life as he knew it came to an end, he figured this was a good place to begin. There was a considerable amount of very detailed information in this section, and he tried to digest as much of it as he could without spending too much time on the history of the plague. Soon he reached the end and flipped to the start of Section II: Medical Workup and Genetic Family Planning.

"Good!" he thought to himself, "Now at least I'll know something of what to expect instead of being put through the wringer of mental, physical and stress testing." Reading on, he saw the part that covered the testing that he and the other males had just completed last week. "Here we go, finally got to the part that talks about the genetic processing that we're going through after this flight". This subsection covered the various tests that would be performed as one of three parts of the genetic processing. Some of these tests included the typical blood sample besides some more grueling tests like bone marrow biopsy and a semen analysis to determine the genetic variance in the sperm being produced in the testes.

While he wasn't keen on having a giant needle shoved into any part of his body for the bone marrow testing, he figured the discomfort would be short-lived, since this would be the only test of this nature. The semen analysis was also expected by this point, though they were asking for a much larger sample this time. Five ounces of ejaculate seemed a tad excessive and even on a good day, after saving up for weeks, that would be a lot to produce. How on earth did they expect each male to produce a sample of that quantity? "I guess I'll just have to wait and see how much time they'll give me for sample collection."

Braedon continued reading the next subsection about the genetic testing, which apparently would involve extensive profiling via family history of various factors that the medical technicians would require for comparative analysis after running his DNA through the automated lab equipment. The third component to the testing would be a bio-neural feedback session where images would be displayed and words spoken; They would analyze the electrical responses from his brain to generate a pool of likely reproductive matches. The question "Will these images be ink blots or pornographic?" dominated the thoughts foremost in his mind. At that point in time, he didn't know whether he should be more nervous or turned on. Only time would tell...

After having read so much of the binder materials, Braedon was getting drowsy and so decided it was probably best to turn in to catch a few z's before they reached the airport. After about fifteen minutes, Braedon was out cold. Then the dream with Dr. Biggs started:

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Dr. Biggs: "Oh Mr. Owens! I'm so happy to see you, and I see you're VERY happy to see me too! Describe to me exactly what you are experiencing right now."

Braedon: "Well, I am experiencing a significant amount of discomfort and I feel uncoordinated when I am walking. There's also an electric sensation up from my groin and into my abdomen."

Dr. Biggs: "Oh? Do your symptoms change in intensity, frequency, or morph into different sensations when this occurs?" Dr. Biggs gently dragged the tips of her long nails along the underside of Braedon's scrotum and down the length of his growing member.

Braedon: "Uh... Mmm..." Braedon tried to clear his throat. "The... symptoms are uh..." He struggled to keep his composure as she repeatedly drew her long iridescent painted nails along his continually growing manhood. He also couldn't help but notice her incredible bust straining the buttons of her doctor's coat. "Getting stronger. It's beginning to get painful now, as if my muscle is getting ready to be torn in two!"

Dr. Biggs: "Well, we can't have that now, can we? There is a treatment that I have in mind that could help relieve all of your symptoms, though it is still considered experimental and is not generally considered a "medical" treatment, but I think it is our best option. I'll need your consent, of course, to provide the treatment and you'll be required not to disclose any details of the treatment you will be receiving. Will that be a problem?" As she asked the question, Braedon saw her lick her lips and stretch out her tongue to catch a large drop of pre-cum forming at the end of his penis.

With his mind so clouded by the overpowering sensations caused by the doctor, Braedon did not hesitate to respond. "Yes! Please! I can't take much more of this! You have consent!"

As he says this, he watched a wide grin form on Dr. Biggs' face before she again extended her tongue, and this time brushed her tongue along the underside of his shaft causing Braedon to buckle at the knees and fall back on to the exam bed. She continued to tease his mushroom head as she wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft. She pumped his shaft slowly as she treated him to the masterful manipulations of her long and talented luscious tongue, eliciting even more pre-cum from Braedon's cock.

While the doctor administered her treatment to him, Braedon became more interested in the mounds of flesh heaving below her doctor's coat and moved his hand to remove the top button of her coat. He subtly twisted the button to slide it gracefully through the tight slit of the buttonhole. Noticing that the top of her coat was now hanging open, Dr. Biggs moved her other hand and gently gripped Braedon's scrotum, using her fingertips to apply pressure to his testicles. This caused the pre-cum to flow more quickly from Braedon and while he had been feeling the pressure building toward an orgasm, the pressure on his testicles also had the effect of holding him back from going over the edge.

Thinking he couldn't take much more of this, she surprised him by flushing him in her very wet mouth, though not completely in her mouth, as he realized when he looked down. Seeing her cheeks sucked in, her very full lips wrapped tightly around his cockhead and her cleavage barely being contained by her bright red bra, he quickly grabbed her bra cup, blouse top and all and roughly released her left breast. Finally free, her breast wobbled as gravity pulled on her massive mound of flesh. Braedon immediately reached his hand out to lift the massive breast and then caressed the sides of her breast.

Meanwhile, Dr. Biggs continued to struggle to take more of the massive beast into her mouth, making numerous attempts to angle the anaconda to the back of her throat. It made this more difficult since Braedon had already begun to respond to her stroking of his base and had begun to face fuck her. As Braedon moved his attention toward her areola, he took her now puffy nipple into his mouth, sucking on her nipple and every so often nibbling on it ever so gently as his tongue teased the tip of her nipple.

This only served to drive Dr. Biggs even more wild, giving her the will to suddenly relax her throat muscles and slide his remaining length down her throat. Immediately recognizing that her nose was pressed hard into his groin and his entire cock engulfed in the wet feeling, replacing the vigorous pumping of her hand, Braedon felt like his cock grew another inch with the fresh sensation. He didn't know what to do at this point since he had never had a woman ever successfully take him down their throat, let alone his entire length.

With her hands gripping his ball sack, she could tell he was getting even closer to cumming. Being on the verge of orgasm herself between the sucking on her breast and having the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on deeply embedded in her throat, she began humming her favorite tune, Poker Face by Lady Gaga. Needless to say, this had the desired effect of pushing Braedon beyond any control, causing him to feel a tidal wave rush up inside him, threatening to rip his cock to shreds.

Suddenly, Braedon opened his eyes and found he was no longer on the examination bed, but back in his seat on the airplane. Of course, coming out of his dream state didn't stop him from experiencing the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life as he instinctively moved both hands forward to grab the head between his shaking legs and pulled the long dirty blonde hair to smother the agent in his crotch while blowing a record-setting load down her throat. After coming back down from the high, Braedon finally let loose of the agent's hair.

Having been deprived of oxygen for over a minute, his massive cock slid out of her throat and mouth, leaving behind long strands consisting of her saliva and his cum. Dazed and overcome with euphoria, she opened her eyes to look up at the shocked look on Braedon's face. Not quite grasping the entirety of what had just taken place, he remembered he wasn't alone on the plane and glanced around to see if anyone saw what had happened. Fortunately for him, all the other men on the plane appeared to be sleeping in their own seats, well that is everyone except for Homer Thomas, who was gleefully using his government issued phone to record the whole thing. Lifting his head up again, he saw that apparently he had gained a small audience, with two other female agents standing on either side of his seat to block the view down the aisle.

Looking back down at the agent still kneeling in front of him, he was welcomed to a view of a massive set of tits forming a valley for his cock and the agent gathering the cum that leaked out of her mouth with her finger. The agent then offered her finger to the two agents standing over them and the two women gratefully bent down slightly to get a taste. The agent, still on her knees, then tucked Braedon back in his pants and rose slightly to present him with her cum glazed tits. Figuring he had little choice but to comply to secure their silence, he licked the cum off her tits and she promptly smiled and covered herself back up.