Chapter 2: Making Water

Bobby Evans stretched in his bed. He was just waking up and had a hard-on. Like his dad and millions of other males around the world, he slept in the nude. At twelve, he was a sixth grader, a straight A student and he needed to relieve himself.

The Evans lived in the town of Mayflower, a township of 50,000 people. His father, Bishop Warren Evans, 32, was pastor of the mega-church, The Risen Jesus or TRJ. Most if not all of the population of Mayflower were members of TRJ. He had a Masters in Psychology from the prestigious Lubbock University. The leadership of TRJ worked closely with the elected officials of Mayflower to write laws that controlled female behavior and education. The town of Mayflower, like all towns and cities across the world, was run exclusively by males. Only males, from when they started puberty to old age, could vote. Patriarchy ruled the world and females were second class citizens.

Bobby’s mom, Katie Evans, 30, was a fifth grade teacher at TRJ church school. She had a fifth grade education but over the years she taught herself how to write better, sign her name legibly, count to two hundred, do simple addition and subtraction, taught herself to read the Bible supplement, The Supporting Role of the Female in the Christian Church. Her husband would hold her up as a role model for other women and girls within the church and at the religious conventions around the country, as a female who was properly motivated to serve Jesus, the church, her community and most importantly the males of Mayflower.

As a teacher, her job was to prepare ten year-old girls for working in the real world, such as studying Bible verses that highlighted the subservient roles of women and girls, how to assist their fathers and brothers in household punishments, learning to cook and keep house, how to make themselves presentable to their fathers and brothers, study the latest fashions and home restraints and lastly, the importance of urine, breast milk, and sperm in everyday life. Girls ended their education at the end of fifth grade or when they turned eleven, which ever came first.

His sister, Anna Evans, was nine and in the fourth grade, she was lucky, she would turn eleven two days after finishing the fifth grade. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and naturally tanned skin. With her skin tone and pretty looks, in a couple of years she’ll have old men and teenagers sniffing around the house looking to marry her. In school, she had high marks in “Application of Cosmetics” and “Fashion Trends for Fourth Graders”, but was below average in everything else. Her nickname was donut, as in glazed donut. When men and boys came on her naturally tanned skin, the glaze of the sperm on her skin gave her a donut look.

Bobby got out of bed and walked down the hallway, his cock half hard. His father came out of the master bedroom. “Morning father.”

“Morning Bobby,” he replied. “Your mother is on the funnel. I’m off to work.” His father wore a black button shirt with a white collar with black pants and black corfam shoes. The crotch of his pants were tailored so that his cock and testicles hung out freely. All pants were tailored that way, no matter where you traveled in the world. Underwear and zippers got in the way of things. The only concession was made in cold climates, which was mostly at the poles.

“Thanks! Have a blessed day father.” Bobby walked into the master bedroom. One day he would have a master bedroom of his own, the man of the house, only answerable to Jesus. Responsible for the disciplining of his wife and daughters and teaching his sons the proper way to run a household. If he was blessed with a daughter, he would name her “Fling” and if he had a second daughter, she would be named “Climax”.

Life would be glorious in the eyes of Jesus. Bobby excelled at biology and anatomy and one day hoped to work at the Mayflower Department of Female Attitude Corrections. Unruly females of any age could be sentenced to the department to have their attitudes examined. Understanding female anatomy such as pressure points, weak points, and erogenous zones, could turn an uncooperative female into a productive citizen of Mayflower.

The funnel was a metal tube attached to the floor in the bathroom. The height of the tube could be adjusted up or down depending on the female. The top of the funnel was molded in the shape of a cunt so that the female of any age could squat over it. Females expelled water, which was known as “making water”. Their bodies filtered out the impurities of the urine so that it came out as clean water. The female would release her water down the tube which flowed into a fifty gallon cistern in the basement. Anything over fifty gallons was overflowed to the city water management plant. Some of it was used to flush solid waste from the toilet, which flowed down a series of tubes and pipes to the city waste management plant. Some of it was used for watering the yard and the vegetable garden and taking showers. Only males could drink water, females had other ways to slake their thirst.

“Morning mother,” Bobby said as he walked in the bathroom. His half-hard cock gently swinging back and forth. For twelve years-old, he had an eight inch cock with a 6.5 inch circumference. His cock put him in the ninety-fifth percentile of twelve year-old boys in Mayflower. His testicles were already three inches long and the doctor thought they might grow to five inches or so by his late teens. Having larger testicles meant better job prospects, because larger testicles meant more aggression. It also meant more sperm and semen, lots more sperm and semen.

“Morning Bobby, how’d you sleep?” Katie was squatting over the funnel, her see-through nightie bunched up around her waist. Her nipples were poking out from the thin material, her hair was in a tight bun on top of her head. Next to her was the toilet, it had several small poops floating in the bowl that her husband had left. She hadn’t flushed it yet as she wanted to add to it before flushing.

Bobby didn’t answer at first but stepped up to his mother, took hold of his cock, stroked it a couple of times, then pushed it into her mouth.

Katie was just finishing making water when her son put his cock in her mouth. She felt the hot liquid erupt from the end of her son’s half-hard cock and curled her nose at the bitter, salty taste of his urine, but she continued to suck, drinking every drop from his cock. At least her husband and son controlled their flow that allowed her to gulp down the urine. Some males pushed hard on their bladder so her mouth would overflow which would cause the urine to spill onto her clothes, which was a source of great delight to many males. Without a change of clothes during the day, females would smell like urine.

Bobby rested his hands on top of her head. “Fuck this feels good.”

“Hmm.” His mother replied.

He chuckled. “I slept good. Can’t remember what dreams I had, but I had a hard-on all night.”

“Hmm,” Katie replied. She was glad she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet. The taste of toothpaste and urine made her gag. A gag reflex was bad. Girls were taught from the first grade about the gag reflex and how to overcome it. Once a week for an hour from first grade to fifth grade, girls sucked on dildos of different lengths and girths. Prizes were given to girls who could hold their breath the longest while sucking, for sucking the longest dildos and for engulfing the biggest girths. Females of all ages practiced the standard kneeling position while sucking, or standing while bent over at the waist, or while sitting on the funnel like Katie, or laying on their back with their head hung over the side of a bed or couch.

Water had become a scarce commodity the last hundred years. Weather patterns had changed, there was less and less rain storms and areas around the globe that were fertile because of rivers and lakes, slowly began to dry up. It was more difficult to grow crops because of the huge water demand to maintain society. Desalination was an expensive option and with 12 billion people in the world, couldn’t keep up with demand.

Scientists with the World Health Organization presented a solution that eliminated desalination and reliance on rain water (when it did rain), and allowed fresh water to be created in the female bladder by drinking male urine. Scientific studies showed the benefits of drinking male urine and the fact that female bodies filtered the urine a lot more efficiently, became a solution to the water shortage. Studies showed that the female bladder could filter the urine so that it was a clear liquid when expelled from her body. The waste from the urine was expelled through her kidneys.

Adding a dietary supplement like the Aqua pill or powder, a female could make water when she released her bladder. One Aqua pill a month for females six and older and the powder form for females under five.

At first convincing females to drink urine was a tough proposition, especially that females of any age, from newborns to women in their 90s, could be used to filter male urine into clean water. With an online worldwide advertising campaign, it was pointed out that 65 percent of the world’s population was female and that fresh water could be created quickly, efficiently, and put to use just a few minutes after it was expelled from the female. It was known, and science proved, that urine was ninety-five percent water with a few vitamins and minerals added that were beneficial to the female body. That made the female body an incredible purification system for urine, which was incredibly sterile, and meant there were no detrimental effects to the female, no matter her age, other than having to drink urine every time a male needed to relief.

With push back from feminist organizations and protests led by female politicians, it took years to convince females to drink urine, but the benefits began to take hold. Desalination plants went away, water treatment plants sprang up, bigger cities having a dozen or more plants, Mayfield had four water treatment plants. The government used famous female celebrities to support drinking urine, with the celebrities drinking urine straight from a cock as a young female voice recited the statistics. Online campaigns had women and girls talking how it was up to them to save the planet, to do their part to support society.

The UN created online advertising campaigns that pushed the idea of more water flowing from a female body, the more fresh water could be created. Crops could be watered, yards kept green, vegetable gardens could grow, instead of showers once a week, now it was every two days.

With females succumbing to the idea that they could save the planet and the human race, their political power and influence declined, who could take a female of any age seriously if she was on her knees drinking urine from a cock? The UN and eventually state and local legislatures became exclusively male domains and as such, male centric laws were passed that created patriarchal societies.

Businesses, corporations, school districts, and government institutions hired women and girls to take care of the water needs of employees. They were paid the worldwide minimum wage, but it kept the female employed and water flowing.

As the males urinated, of which the female drank, she would relieve herself, with her water going to the water treatment plants. Water treatment plants bottled 25 percent of the water for male use, sent 50 percent of the water to farmers, and the remaining 25 percent was used by the water district to water grass and support vegetable gardens. This cycle repeated itself daily, a fresh water cycle as it were.

At home, mother’s and daughters took care of the urine duty between them. At schools, five girls classes, one from each grade, first grade to fifth grade, rotated weekly urine duty. The girls were placed in restrooms, school cafeteria or wherever the principal deemed they were needed. The teachers of the class would visit her girls to ensure they were doing okay, do conflict resolution with the boys if need be, but over all, it was the teacher’s responsibility to make sure the water program didn’t have a problem.

As for solid waste, water was collected in cisterns and was pumped to the toilet. The waste was flushed to the city waste treatment plant. The waste was filtered and treated and used to fertilize crops. Crop yields increased, store shelves were stocked again, restaurants opened. Males had access to free bottled water with tamper proof seals. Any female regardless of her age, who was caught drinking water, was sentenced to thirty days of prison where she would be used to make more water.

The males had access to crisp, clear water, fresh soft drinks, energy drinks and for the adult males, beer, all of which had tamper proof seals. As for beer, there were complaints to the local government about alcohol consumption as it was known that women and girls could get drunk just by drinking alcohol laden urine. The government turned a blind eye as long as there was no female public drunkenness.

Overall, nature and society was finally in balance again. The fresh water cycle had returned.

Katie came back to her senses when she felt Bobby pull his slightly harder cock from her lips and shake the last few drops of piss from the end of it onto her left cheek and nose, then rubbed the tip of his cock against her hair to wipe off his cock head.

“Thanks mom. Is donut up yet?” Bobby was stroking his cock now. He reached over to the bathroom counter picking up the self-warming jar, cleared his throat and nose and spit into the jar.

“Don’t know,” Katie replied as she stood up, looked in the mirror and wiped the few urine streaks from her left cheek. She could tell Bobby needed sexual relief. One of the problems with drinking urine from a cock was the male need for sexual relief. A small price to pay for the fresh water cycle.

Females, from newborns to old age, could slake their thirst two ways, urine, of course from the male and the other was what became known as sperm drinks. When a male ejaculated in the mouth of a female, the female was not allowed to swallow cum. She was required to spit the cum into a self-warming jar. Likewise, if a male came in the cunt or anus, and the sperm leaked from either hole, the jar was used to scoop up the ooze, adding to the whole.

The UN passed SB730, the sexual tension bill, which stated, “any female who causes male sexual tension because of the physical contact of her mouth, lips, or tongue on the urinating cock, shall relieve said sexual tension at the suggestion of the male.”

Instructions from the UN were pretty vague about how a female was to avoid sexual tension while drinking urine from a cock. For all males, the law was used as an excuse to get blowjobs or fuck the cunt or anus of the female. Girls who had not started puberty could not be cunt fucked. It was only after she started puberty that the male of the family took her virginity.

So legislatures around the world created another collection system. In addition to hiring female staff for urine duty, business, schools, corporations, and government institutions were encouraged to hire female staff to manage cum collection. Online public announcements, celebrity endorsements, and internet commercials encouraged males to cum in the self-warming cum jars or cum bowls, but any orifice of a female would do.

These female employees would collect the sperm either from hand jobs, blow jobs, or cunt and ass fucks. With hand jobs, the female pointed the cock at the jar or bowl, with blow jobs, the female spit the cum into the jar or bowl and in the case of a cunt or anus fuck, another female staff member would carefully scoop the cum out and place it in the jar or bowl. Spit from a male added to the sum total of the sperm drink, in fact, spit bowls, or spittoons, were placed around the office, schools, businesses, to encourage males to spit. Throughout the day a female would collect and pour the spit into the self-warming cum jar or cum bowl.

As women and girls got thirsty, the sperm contents were carefully poured into glasses and handed out. Businesses used Martini glasses, schools used cups and glasses with cartoon characters on them, at home, shot glasses were used. The sperm drinks were sold at sporting events, for school lunches, teacher lounges, and the company water cooler was replaced with sperm coolers where males were encouraged to shoot their cum into it or spit in it.

Females of all ages were taught that sperm and semen, as a nutrient source, included vitamin C, B12, ascorbic acid, calcium, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, zinc, potassium, sodium, fat and protein. Ascorbic acid within the sperm was probably the most beneficial to a female, it was an antioxidant agent that functioned in fighting bacterial infections, in detoxifying reactions, and in the formation of collagen in fibrous tissue, creating strong teeth, bones, connective tissue, skin, and capillaries.

Public and private schools across the country added “Blow Jobs” to the curriculum. Teachers spent an hour a week having their class kneel in front of a mirror that had a dildo secured to it. The mirror was needed so that the girls could perfect their cock sucking skills. Every girl from first grade to fifth grade were graded on their oral skills. Learning this valuable skill would help the girls when they entered the female workforce.

At home, mother’s and daughters used the self-warming jars to store their husband and son, father and brother’s sperm, drinking it at dinner time to add nutrition to their meal.

“Why don’t you wait until you get to school to get relief?” Katie asked as she started to brush her teeth. “She can’t be late for school today, she has her end of year exams.”

“You know I prefer to have you and donut dangling on my cock as much as possible,” Bobby replied. He was just like his father, letting his cock do the thinking for him. He slapped her left ass cheek as he left the bathroom.

Donut could only be ass fucked by her brother or father, Katie was the one who got to have their cocks in her cunt and anus, sometimes at the same time. She laughed when both of them delighted in feeling each other’s cock in her body, one in her cunt and one in her anus. She delighted in ass to mouth fucking, Anna’s ass, her mouth, because Bobby and his father enjoyed it immensely and that meant that Jesus approved of it. Katie couldn’t wait for Anna to start puberty because she could share the load with her. When the time came, she would happily assist her husband in taking Anna’s virginity.

Bobby walked out of the bathroom headed towards his sisters room.

Ten minutes later as Katie walked out the bedroom she heard Anna. “Mom, Bobby is squishing me!”

Katie stood in the doorway to Anna’s room. Anna was on her stomach on her bed with Bobby laying on top of her pumping his hips back and forth.

“Be a good Christian girl donut and don’t be late to school. You can’t afford to be punished for being late plus you have exams today.” Katie turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Bobby pushed himself up, but his cock was still embedded in his sister’s anus. “Yeah, donut, don’t be fucking late,” he laughed as he slapped her left ass cheek.

“Ow! And don’t call me donut!”

“Quit your whining, donut,” Bobby chuckled as he slapped her right ass cheek.

“Ow!”

“Oh fuck, here it comes!” Bobby gasped as he took hold of his sister’s waist and pushed his cock deep. “Fuck!” he gasped as cum shot forth from his balls.

For the next minute Bobby moaned as his balls empty their contents in his sister’s bowels.

“God damn you have a lot of cum.”

“Exactly, because I have big balls. Which means it’s all for you and mom to drink up.” Bobby replied happily as he pulled his cock from her anus.

Anna quickly grabbed her self-warming jar from her night stand as the cum started to ooze out.

Bobby stood up, his cock still half hard and watched as his sister carefully squatted over the jar so his cum could drip into it.

“There you go Donut, a tasty drink for you and mom!” he chuckled as he walked out of the room.

For the next minute or so Anna remained squatting over the jar which was now half full. Bobby always had a lot of cum.

She had two exams today at the church school. One was the cosmetic exam where she and her classmates would color their anus, cunt lips, nipples, their mouth and lips, and eye lashes. The girls would be rated on a scale of one to five where they would parade in front of three males of the church leadership. The males would be sitting at the altar as they paraded one at a time in front of them. Over the years her father would sit in judgment of her.

The second exam was the pole dancing striptease after lunch. The mobile pole dancing stage would be erected in front of the altar and the same males would judge them. The girls would be rated one to five on their skill and movements. The girls would wear their costumes and heels and would be rated in how sexily they could remove their costume. Things like, was the striptease timed correctly to the music? Did the girl show herself enough times to the observers. It came down to details.