DOLCETT WORLD STORY

 

THE NEW WORLD ORDER

LARGE LABIA ONLY

4,330 words.

 

I took a deep breath as I entered the font door of my office but before I did, I paused to look back into the carpark, it was full, I smiled to myself.

 

This was the day I had been working for, for so long, years of campaigning and lobbying had finally paid off and we were about to launch the 'Aesthetics Compliance Program,' firstly nationwide with several other European countries indicating they want to follow our lead so I was feeling particularly smug as I pushed open the door of the Departments reception area to be greeted by roar of applause by my staff who were awaiting my arrival.

 

I had to swallow as the emotion rose in my throat as I surveyed all my female staff members as they were all dressed in the Departments new revealing uniform it was all very revealing and a big step to take for them all to be so exposed, but exposed they were in all their feminine glory.

 

"Good morning sir..., this is just the best day of my life it is so wonderful to be displaying myself to everyone and all the girls are just all so excited wearing our new uniforms for the first time," gasped Melanie one of the office girls who departed just as quickly as she had arrived reaching out to touch her co-workers intimately as she passed them.

 

I smiled as my office manager Heather approached herself chuckling from Melanie's welcome attention, her neatly cut jacket over her suspender corset and dark tan stockings neatly framed her naked vulva even as a fifty year old she looked stunning.

 

"I hope you are as enthusiastic about the new uniform as Melanie seems to be," I said cautiously not knowing how she felt about having her ample labia on permanent display.

 

"I think you'll find Melanie speaks for us all, I just can't stop touching myself, it's rather nice," Heather said almost giggling most unlike her she was usually far too serious but now she had an excited glint her eye and was obviously aroused,  "in fact as you saw Melanie touch me I can't stop touching everyone, I've worked with some of these women for years with not so much as a peck on the cheek, now I'm holding their vulva when I talk to them."

 

"Well it’s been all worthwhile then because that is exactly what I wanted to happen for people to be more tactile this is only the start to sexualize society in general and to take the all-important Aesthetics Purge to a higher level," I said rather piously.

 

As if to emphasize my point Heather gave her erect and visible clitoris a tickle then looked up at me with a serious expression.

 

"What are the latest failure rate estimates Sir, not as high as the BMI failures I hope surely?"

 

"I still think that is a little hard to predict at this moment not everyone is agreement with me, it seems I'm a little strict in my definition of vulva aesthetics."

 

"If you've nothing to show you've got to go...," said Heather raising her eyebrow.

 

"Mmmm..., suppose I'm a little too hard on the large labia majora women they can still have reasonable labia minora but not easily seen but if they don't have inners they will not survive the aesthetics pogrom," I said coldly.

 

Heather looked at me again and whispered with a vicious harsh tone, "nor should they...," I nodded in agreement, "come up to the mezzanine and see the fruits of our labours, or flowers of our labour I should say."

 

We turned to follow the staff climbing the stairs to view the assembly hall below it was a delightful sight-seeing all the naked buttocks outlined between the suspender corset and the stocking tops with glimpses of labia as they climbed I licked my lips and noticed Heather was enjoying the view as much as I was.

 

We stood above the vast hall and looked down on the hundreds of women and late teen girls that were seated below all excitedly chatting the noise level was almost deafening.

 

I had to raise my voice to make myself heard, "There's a lot more teens than I thought there would be."

 

"Yes, precocious puberty is almost at epidemic levels now at near 50% of all girls, labia size doesn't start to puberty so some of those 18 and 19 year olds down there have had years of labia growth, absolutely enormous labia some of them have," said Heather smiling from ear to ear.

 

"It's a big responsibility to place on their shoulders at that age to judge others as if they are acceptable in our new society," I sighed.

 

"Oh, we're off here's Gloria, wow you can't tell me those gold labia weights don't hurt like hell when walking, oh, isn't she just gorgeous, wow that has got them all stirred up," said Heather excitedly.

 

We heard the hall go quiet as the statuesque blond climbed the steps to the stage and approached the Dias resplendent in the Departments new uniform her exposed stretched labia in full view. She stood with her feet slightly apart giving her hips a forward rock the gold labia weights swang back and forth taking her large labia petals with them and totally taking the audience’s attention her six foot height and long slim legs held them spellbound as the labia weights swung.

 

"Oh, they hurt all right they supposed to, it’s a badge of office and the pain is to remind all who wear them of their responsibilities choosing those who will live a life of privilege or be removed from society," I almost hissed in rebuke.

 

"Who cares if the Flapless live, they have no place in this world like the Obese before them, let them perish," spat out Heather with such vehemence it made me inwardly smile how Heather had taken on board my prejudices.

 

As I watched Gloria shuffle her papers as she readied herself to address the select women in front of her I cast my mind back to how this all began so many years ago. The worst of it all happened a long time before I was born, when over population of the world reached crisis point and food stocks around the world began to decline, food riots were common place and a general resentment against the overweight and obese began to manifest itself into violence.

 

As society degenerated acts of extreme violence and murder of the obese by vigilante groups proclaiming if the obese were incapable of work why should they be allowed to consume diminishing food stocks over time it became a political platform for the politically ambitious then entrenched policy when they gained election from vocal minority groups.

 

The Holocaust returned but not based on race or religion this time but on physical size and aesthetics, billions perished, centuries of aesthetic cleansing past, elimination of the perceived unworthy was just an accepted practice in society and that, I was born to.

 

The people blamed for the diminishing food resources had themselves become that resource. Society began to feed upon itself and it was all accepted as the norm, from early childhood children were brainwashed into accepting their fate, if they were not physically attractive they would at some time simply just disappear.

 

Now how do I fit into this, how did I reach a position of power to select what woman lived and what woman just disappeared never to be seen or heard of again and how did I manage to get to the point where I could dictate that the size of a women's Labia Minora were the determining factor if she lived or died.

 

Well simply it was the all-consuming addiction I had acquired in my youth from joining an internet site 'labiaforum.com', as a rather perverted young man I spent an inordinate amount of time trawling through internet sites of a dubious nature. Again simply I was totally stunned by the overpowering beauty of a woman's vulva and the worship of such was a total commitment.

 

So there was my absolute addiction but how did I arrive at this point of power, I paused in my recollections as Gloria began to speak.

 

"Ladies and Girls welcome to 'The Aesthetic Compliance Service' I am pleased to announce you all have been selected to bear the honourable title 'Officer of Aesthetic Compliance'," Gloria stopped talking at the Dias and let the gasp of astonishment and disbelief circle the room as the women questioned what they had heard.

 

Gloria pressed a button on her Dias and with a low hum down the side of the huge hall TV panels from floor to ceiling began to turn around, each revealing a huge close-up picture of aroused labia minora. Now the women really gasped out loud as a slide show of labia pictures began on each panel on each picture was displayed a title along the top:--

 

Butterfly, Clam, Oyster, Unique and Special

 

Then at the bottom a woman's name and each picture of type was framed in a different pastel colour, women began to chatter noticing their own name tag matched the colour picture pointing and chatting to women with the same colour name tag and then squealing with delight if their name appeared at the bottom of the picture and proudly nodding to confirm that it was indeed a picture of their aroused genitals.

 

Gloria waited for some time for the raucous chatter to subside and the attention of the women return to the stage and Dias, "Ladies please remove your skirts to display your beautiful vulvas to those around you," Gloria shouted as to make herself and clear and forceful.

 

Some women immediately dropped their skirts to the floor some hesitated for a moment but eventually the thousand or so women stood resplendent in stockings and suspenders and naked vulvas, a good percentage of women started to touch themselves or other women some began vigorously masturbating.

 

I watched in awe as a thousand women began to masturbate and the hall began to fill with groans of ecstasy, I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I looked round at my staff on the mezzanine floor and all were joining in the sexual frenzy young Melanie was going from one staff member to the next to lick and suck them on her knees before going to the next.

 

I felt my fly unzipped and Heather on her knees took out my erection and began to suck me, the headiness of the moment was over whelming as my mind drifted back to Department meeting that started it all and where I voiced my radical idea for population reform as the ‘Minister for Population Reform’ banged her fist on the table.

 

"Well..., has any of you so called experts have any ideas how we can implement a new culling reform that will become politically acceptable to the population in general of this overcrowded country!" she shouted spitefully, the committee members who all seemed to shrink into their shell as the imposing beautiful Minister glared at them.

 

She asked them all individually what ideas they had, some stumbled and mumbled inconclusive ideas some just shook their head and stayed silent.

 

I was squirming in chair so much it attracted the Minister's attention, I wasn't even part of the meeting I was just a personal assistant to my department head my job was to prepare and transport the people to the euthanizing centre.

 

Not all women sent for destruction arrived at the centre, my house was bursting at the seams with skinny and anorexic women who had been judged to be below the aesthetic standard that ruled our existence but all had extremely large labia and I just could not let them perish and if I was going to save them I was going have to be very bold and my time had arrived.

 

"Have you..., something to say Mr. Dale," said the minister raising an imperious brow in my direction, I sprang to my feet and approached the long table.

 

"Yes I have in fact ma'am, if I may," I said with all the authority I could muster, I received a nod of approval and a look of disdain from those of importance sat around the table.

 

"If you do not know me, my name is Rodney Dale and I work in the logistics department and it is my task to prepare and process the 'Naked Inferiors' for transport to their destruction..., therefore I see a lot of naked women. I see up-close why they have failed our strict aesthetics code," I said looking towards the Minister to see her demeanour, a wry smile on her normal stern countenance gave me confidence to continue.

 

"What aesthetic standard can we now apply to reduce the population to a sustainable level, our standards now are so high even the ugliest woman on that bus taking them to the disposal centre 200 years ago would of been a considered an object of beauty and admiration, look at the people around the table, every one of you would take the breath away from our forefathers if you entered the room, how can we improve on perfection," again I looked at the minister and the faces of those around the table, I seemed to be holding them a little flattery helps sometimes.

 

"When those women are lined up in front of me, I call out their names one by one and as each one takes a step forward I run my hands over their bodies. I squeeze their breasts and buttocks I invade their anus with my fingers looking for anything they may be trying to hide, I push my hand into their vagina and I pull on their labia, I know the feel of a woman I have fondled, groped and molested 10,000's of women on their way to their deaths...," I paused and paced the room, I felt a room full of eyes following me, "but some are so special and so blessed with such feminine attributes I send them back for re-assessment, so..., over the years there are a good number of women out there who have been given a second chance, by me...," I said I now saw a change of expression on people’s faces.

 

"You did what!" spluttered the Minister, "I think you had better explain yourself Mr. Dale."

 

"I'm only glad to Minister..., I found while making my unnecessary but pleasant groping of the 'Inferiors' that women with the largest labia minora gave me the most enjoyable experience and often responded to my fondling of their labia by getting extremely wet...," I said with a wry grin knowing that would make members of the Board squirm a little in their seats.

 

"On feeling that these women were somewhat special to me I decided to take my research a little further and see if other people also found large labia minora attractive as I do, so..., I contacted several internet soft porn sites that specialised in single model photo shoots and asked them to send me the figures of their most downloaded pictures.

 

 It took several months of cajoling and veiled threats but all the ten most popular sites complied and sent me their results, in turn by the way they thanked me for highlighting their most popular products and here they are."

 

I grabbed the remote and navigated through the network drives to display on the meeting room monitor composite photos and displayed then onto the huge screen at the end of the room, "Here is the ten most downloaded picture from each of the ten Company Internet sites, now you must understand this means that they were downloaded tens millions of times to give a very accurate sampling," I flicked through the ten composite pictures then left the best up on the screen.

 

"You will notice all of the pictures are of large labia minora usually aroused and that is what my proposal for increasing the culling rates of inferiors should be based on 'genital aesthetics'...!"

 

The room went quiet as the Board members squirmed I sent the monitor into a slide show of individual vulvas and waited for a reaction the silence seemed almost overwhelming as the pictures of large aroused labials of all shapes changed after a minute or so I turned off the screen and waited. After a few moments more a woman at the far end of the boardroom table stood up and stared at me, made a throat clearing cough.

 

"And for male 'inferiors'?" she said with a slight blush and a shuffle of her feet

 

"Well that is not my area of interest but I suggest size could override aesthetics but I think I would leave that to a panel to decide with more expertise than myself."

 

"Well then Mr. Dale I think your proposal has merit the pictures you have displayed are just simply beautiful it is such a shame such perfection is not shown publically have you any views on that," said the Minister catching me by surprise but my wry grin soon returned.

 

"Well if I had my way it would be illegal for any woman or girl to wear anything but a skirt or dress and wearing panties and having pubic hair would be a capital offence punishable by the severest punishment," I said tongue in cheek and I looked at the Minister.

 

She pushed back her chair at the head of the table and stood up and stared at me for a long menacing moment then turned away and walked to the side of the room and retrieved a wastepaper basket and placed it on the table. Then demonstratively stepped back raised her dress exposing her stockings and suspenders hooked her thumbs through her panties and pulled them off, the room gasped and writhed in embarrassment. The Minister held her panties high above the basket with one hand and with the other held the hem of her skirt high, I sighed with relief as her large dangling labia minora were in full view to one and all.

 

"So be it, Ladies please comply with the new statutes unless you want to stand beneath a gibbet that is...," she said smiling at me as she dropped her panties into the basket then pushed the basket down the table it stopped at the first woman who gingerly stood up she was wearing a trouser suit but without hesitation she kicked off her shoes dropped her trousers and panties at the same time picked them up and dropped them into the basket.

 

"At last, come on ladies get rid of the obscenity that has defiled our sex for too long," she called out to the other female members of the department, slowly every woman in the room stood up to remove their panties, not all were pleased to do so and deliberately covered their exposed vulvas and sat down quickly to hide themselves, I quickly noted their names. About three women never moved one being Heather my assistant who I knew did not wear panties anyway even though she was a woman in her fifties and was also blessed with ample labia, that I knew first hand.

 

The other women were Melanie the young office girl who sat smiling broadly and Gloria the elegant blond department head who had a similar grin as Melanie and smiled at Melanie knowingly, nice I thought something going on there, wow wish I had known earlier neither of them never wore panties.

 

The Minister again got to her feet, "So Rodney what else did you have in mind for us females in your new world order?"

 

This time I wasn't caught unprepared I'd already been thinking ahead while watching the women disrobe, "Well any laws concerning indecent exposure would have to be rescinded and the media and fashion industry encouraged, well directed to display more vulva as to expose the 'Inferiors,' more readily and..."

 

"Thank you Mr. Dale I think we have the gist of your overall plan I'm sure your new department of...," interrupted the Minister.

 

"'Aesthetics Compliance,' ma'am...," I added in a subservient tone.

 

"Can work out the final details in time, your idea has merit, I like it, in fact I like it very much displaying our femineity is long overdue we will start the purge of 'Inferiors' ASAP and to that end, Hilda, Zena and Constance I will expect your resignations forthwith we will meet again in a months’ time, good, good, I think the Prime Minister will be delighted with our progress, I think."

 

"Unless she is an 'Inferior' of course," added the Minister under her breath as she stood up and marched from the room and her entourage followed leaving myself and the three named women behind still seated with heads bowed.

 

I walked over to the forlorn three still seated, I reached down between the legs of the first woman her legs sprang open as I felt for her labia minora there was none, she looked up at me her tear filled eyes imploring me.

 

"I'm done for aren't I Rod, no fucking pissflaps," spat out Zena, I rubbed the back of her neck in sympathy.

 

"Yes..., come on Hilda, Constance spread them," both women complied holding vulva open to reveal nothing, "Wow," was all I could muster, I expected to something but all three had no labia minora at all.

 

"Rod...," asked Hilda hoarsely, "How many of us will be purged this time?"

 

"Well as I said in the meeting I've groped many thousands of vulvas in my daily job..., maybe 40% of all women when it gets to men and small dicks I expect it will be 20% or higher it depends on what is decided by the panel."

 

"So nothing like the BMI cull?" asked Constance calmly.

 

"Goodness no, that was near 85% of the population, now that was a cull and all of two hundred years ago now must of been dark days then."

 

"Well it is for us now..., thanks to you Rod!!" snapped Zena pulling down her skirt hiding her lipless slit from view.

 

At that point of my recollections I orgasmed in Heather's mouth bringing me back to reality as she squeezed my testicles.

 

"Uggh..., Heather go and turn off the aphrodisiac gas, I think we have over done it a little," I said helping Heather to her feet she looked over to the mezzanine floor hand rail to the writhing mass of females in a frenzy of cunnilingus.

 

"Oh, dear we certainly have, lucky bitches," said Heather in full flight down the stairs to the basement.

 

Within a few minutes the gas dissipated and the bemused women returned to their seats all perplexed as to their own behaviour. Slowly the hall began to quieten down and the women's attention turned back to Gloria standing behind the Dias. She rocked her hips forward again, the gold pedant shaped labia weights swung forward stretching her distentended labia minora even further. A spotlight made the gold glitter intensely it was if Gloria was trying to hypnotise her captivated audience.

 

"If you are thinking ladies that these labia weights must hurt, you will be correct, they hurt a lot, just walking is a painful process but I is something you will learn to endure. For these weights are your badge of Office and once you swear the Aesthetics Compliance Services oath your own labia weights will be attached never to be removed. Each step you take from then on will hurt the constant pain and discomfort you will suffer will be a constant reminder to you of your responsibilities that come with your office.

 

You from now on have the power of life over death, it is your task to choose who will live and who will die, and the 'Aesthetics Compliance Program' is our power to save the human race from extinction. See these beautiful women..," said Gloria pointing to the screens around the hall.

 

All the screens around the room changed from pictures of labia minora to portraits of beautiful women.

 

"Every one of these women is under the sentence of death, why..., when they are all so gorgeous..., because they fail the Aesthetics Compliance Program Standards...," announced Gloria almost shouting the point.

 

A picture appeared under each portrait, a picture of held open labia majora revealing no or little labia minora.

 

"Their lipless vulvas have condemned them to death and any woman you find as you move around the country inspecting the genitals of every adult female in the country and whoever who you find that bears this unfeminine vulva you will send for destruction, never mind how pretty or perfect their body may be...," said Gloria to rising applause, "No labia..., No life...!"

 

I tapped Heather on her naked bottom and nodded we should go, there was still work to be done so I left Gloria to continue her briefings of her new Aesthetics Compliance Program Inspectors and headed back to my office followed by my entourage.

 

The office workers were all chatting excitedly as we got back and stood around the office all looking rather pleased with ourselves all the women looked fantastic in their new uniforms, naked below the waist but for stockings and suspenders their hairless pudenda and protruding labia minora were all glistening and dripping clear thick liquid, what a sight.

 

A sight that other men in the office were clearly enjoying some had taken out their cocks to leave them exposed to view I followed their lead and took out cock and testicles this was the new order, all genitals on permanent display.

 

Only slim beautiful women with large protruding labia minora on permanent view..., it was a dream come true a life’s work had come to fruition.

 

THE END

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