I woke and instantly knew that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore!!! I was on a soft bed but my legs and arms were restrained. I was naked and the most awe inspiring woman that I have ever seen was leaning over me looking into my eyes. ”You are back! It seems that our stunners hit you harder than they do us.”

“Where am I? The last thing I remember was a door opening and seeing several women then poof I was gone! Am I back in Lima? Where are Charlie and Haley?” I pause and took a breath and then asked, “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES and who are YOU?”

She stood up and took a step back. “First off I am Bekala 5 7 20. May I ask you your name or designation please?”

I looked at her closely she was tall, I mean over 6 feet and just built like an Amazon maiden with light reddish blond hair and a face like a model. Her eyes seemed to be unusually far apart though and were oddly golden flecked blue. Statuesque jumped to mind, she was almost too pretty to be real. Though she was well endowed and soft in all the best places, she was also oddly muscled as if she had been a body builder and then quit recently. I answered, “My name is Noel Harris. Now, what’s going on, why am I tied down?” I tried to sound calmer this time.

“Noel, you are in the clinic of one of our detention centers. The name of our city is Lantis and you and your two ladies were caught trespassing. You are restrained because we were not sure of how you would respond at first to being here. You are naked because we searched you very thoroughly. Is the room to cool for you? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No it is ok I just feel… NAKED and don’t like it.” I leered at her. “Unless you want to get naked with me I would prefer to be clothed.”

She looked at me strangely and then with a shrug pulled her dress over her head. She was nude under it and even MORE inspiring in the buff than she had been clad. “There Noel Harris is that better?”

I looked and didn’t know what to say. As I looked I felt myself stirring and thought ‘Great that is just the thing! I need a hard on like a hole in my head right now’. Finally I managed, “I don’t know, being tied down like I am it might have been better if you had stayed dressed.”

She looked saddened, “Does my appearance displease you Noel Harris?”

“Not at all but it definitely makes for an interesting conversation piece.” Looking down at my rising penis I added, “Do you often take your clothes off with strangers?”

“No, I have never done it before. It feels rather stimulating. I have never met a true stranger before.”

All of this was making me confused so I closed my eyes and breathed deeply then asked, “Can you release me? Also would you please just call me Noel?”

“Not at this time. We still don’t know how you are going to react. I would be honored to call you Noel!”

“Then can you at least tell me what is going on and where in the world is Lantis?”

“I will try. You must understand that this is hard for me. English is not the language I normally speak and at times I will stumble.” She sounded like someone from the Bahamas actually. “You were in an older closed part of Lantis when we found you. The sensors told us that someone or something was there but not how it got in. We found the opening you came through and as soon as it was dark we sealed it and caused another slide to cover it back up. You startled the crew that was sent to investigate. When I say you, I mean you individually. You are a VERY large man!”

“I’m maybe a little larger than the norm around here but not what I would call shocking. Hell you are nearly as tall as I am as best I can judge looking up at you like this.”

“I am 3 of your inches shorter than you and I have never before seen a male of your size. Lantians are unlike your race. Women are tall and the males are not. Both of your women are taller than most Lantian males. You were quite a shock. They stunned you and then had to stun your women because they attacked them. They are very fierce especially the taller one. They would have to be though to keep a male such as yourself controlled without a collar.”

“Where are they now?”

“They are in a nearby hospital and will be well cared for. They will be brought to you to calm and handle you as soon as they are recovered.”

It was getting strange, “Ok what is going on? I don’t understand what all of this means. Where are you people from? I’ve never heard of a race of people where the male is smaller than the female.”

“We are from what you would call Atlantis. We were not always so disparate in the size between the male and the female. Before the disaster we were the same size. The power source we used then was based on a fusion reaction and we thought it was without problems. Then after three generations we discovered that it was slowly poisoning us. There were damaged genes and our people began to die. We found that the unknown radiation had damaged us such that we could no longer live in the sunlight. The ultraviolet radiation was killing us slowly. That was when Lantis was built and as soon as possible we moved. In the intervening years we found a new energy source and before we left we carefully destroyed all that was Atlantis. We had been a proud people and had many enemies. We knew that if they thought we had weakened that they would hunt us down mercilessly. Once Lantis was complete we moved in the night for we had become an entire civilization of night dwellers. Our enemies were closing in on us so we stole away and when they triumphed and entered our city they found it only a trap. Our home was totally destroyed and sank forever beneath the waves but it took with it enough of our enemies that they were soon conquered by the barbarians. All that was left was the story of a once great people fallen and gone.

After we settled here we traded somewhat with the local inhabitants. They were a bloody and violent people and it behooved us to allow them to think us Gods and too powerful to ever attack. One hundred and fifty thousand of us came here. Lantis had everything that we needed. With limitless power we made it a paradise. It seems the stars had other plans. The males grew smaller and more retiring with each generation and the women grew taller and more ambitious. Eventually it settled as it is now with women averaging near 6 of your feet and males averaging only about 5. As they grew smaller there were other problems. They were infertile; not sterile but not able to easily impregnate a woman.

When we moved here we had very stringent population controls because of our lifestyle and limited space we didn’t wish our numbers to grow. That soon became a joke on us as our numbers slowly dwindled. We started out a hundred and fifty thousand but are now less than thirty thousand.”

I was stunned to say the very least. I noticed that Bekala was rather stunned and interested in her effect on me. I guess their little males were maybe little everywhere. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“I will be pleased to give you your enema here.” Bekala informed me looking pleased indeed.

“NO! I mean I need to… urinate, pee, whiz… make water?”

She looked confused and then suddenly she understood. “OH, I understand. Is that what has made it so swollen and purple looking?”

Now I was confused. “Ah, no that is caused by ah… well YOU. You look very good to me I guess.”

She beamed, “You wish to copulate with me! Fuck I believe you call it. Thank you very much I will consider it later. You may urinate now as you wish though.”

I looked at her. “I think that we’re not understanding each other perfectly. I can’t do it here. It will get the bed wet. Please let me go to the bathroom to do it or bring me something to pee into!”

She smiled, “Are you sure that you would not like an enema now as well? I am quite proficient in giving them.”

“Gee thanks but I will pass on that! Do you do that a lot here?”

“Oh yes, our males must receive them daily.” She blushed deeply. “You are much bigger than your women; do you give the enemas to THEM?” She looked away, “I am sorry if I have been insulting, I know not your customs.”

“No, you haven’t insulted me. I don’t give them enemas. We don’t do a lot of enemas where I come from actually.”

She went to another room and returned with a pitcher. “Will this do for your need.”

“Yes, if you can just release a hand it will be fine.”

She came to me and set it between my legs. “I can not release you but I will help.” She bent my resistant pointer into the pitcher and then softly stroked my pubic hairs. “Are all men of your race so pretty and heavily pitched softly furred?”

I laughed assuming she was referring to my swollen penis, “I’m a little bigger than the normal sized guy but not much or anything special. We are all mostly… furred.” I looked and asked, “Are you not furred; I assumed you had shaved it away.”

“No, we are not furred male or female. Are your women furred?”

“They are both pretty furry; At home they probably keep it trimmed but here there haven’t been many opportunities for that.” I had actually teased Charlie about her legs and gotten smacked.

“I think I like the way it feels.” She stroked my hairs softly.

“You’re males; do you touch them a lot like this?” I asked.

“Certainly, they need comforting and personal care or they become depressed and vile to be around. I hope that you will not be resistant and become that way. You are big but I could nonetheless offer your buttocks a memorable thrashing.”

“You do THAT to your men?”

“Certainly, it is law that all men must have good manners or accept the consequences. Women also are required so but the men require more attention. We live in a confined space and good manners are required to keep chaos at bay. Men also must accept the enemas daily or they become unmannered and malodorous.” She informed me of the last with a look that I took to be a warning.

I laughed; evidently farting was a real crime around here and the poor guys got all the credit for any problems. I had read that aboard submarines this was also an issue. I realized that I had finally relaxed enough to pee and it happened and felt wonderful. I had a feeling that it was a good thing that I was from a large family and my Mama had insisted on weekly enemas. With only one bathroom there was seldom any privacy. When I finished she wiped me off with a soft bit of fluff and took it to the other room. I assume it is a bathroom.

“How long was I out?”