With the new laws, the city became safer. The anti-immigrant riots stopped, and everyone returned to their normal lives. Most immigrants from Africa, Asia, and Latin America were plugged, their anuses sealed, and their shit contained.
The government special forces, also known as the Paw Patrol, began cleaning the city of accumulated filth and waste that had been piling up since the beginning of the pandemic.
They raided the lower districts and beat the shit out of the poor people, accusing them of hoarding the virus and spreading it throughout the city. Many would die, but it was a small price to pay to keep the city clean.
Kristen had been washed too. They destroyed his cardboard house, ripped his clothes off, and started spraying his body with bleach. For the first time in his life, he was a clean boy.
However, the Paw Patrol was having some issues in the African neighborhood. The niggas were fiercely resisting their ass-plugging operation, and many had died trying to stop them.
But the agents were armed with guns and batons, and the blacks were armed with rocks and sticks. It was like reenacting the invasion of white people in Africa, when the Europeans had civilized the continent.
Marshall and the others were spraying every house with disinfectant, and every dark-skinned person with water hoses. But the blacks were fighting back, throwing rocks, bricks, and Molotov cocktails at the agents.
“Why is a fucking dog leading us?” Cobra, a huge fireman, asked. “Dogs are stupid creatures. They can’t think for themselves. They don’t know anything!”
Marshall was a dumb dog. He barked, he bit, and he licked his balls. But he was wearing a uniform and a badge, which gave him a sense of authority.
“Shouldn’t we be led by a human?”
“Cobra, shut the fuck up!” said Mario Gomez. “I will never allow a human to tell me what to do.” He stared at the dog with loving eyes. “Dogs are superior to humans in every way. They are more loyal, more obedient, more honest, and more loving.”
“Fine!” He rolled his eyes, spraying an old lady into the vagina, ripping her pussy apart, and making her fall on the ground.
Marshall didn’t speak. He barked and growled instead, and his tongue was always hanging out. Whenever a female dog crossed his path, he’d run to sniff her ass. This would leave the Paw Patrol without guidance until he returned.
During that time, they were confused and lost. They would walk around, aimlessly, spraying everything in sight. That’s when the black people would strike back and kill some of them.
One Month Later…
The virus was pretty much contained, but the social damage had been huge. Thousands of lives lost, huge spending on disinfectant and ass plugs, and the government’s image was on the ground. Totoro was getting blamed for it all.
300000 people had died, but out of them, only 5600 died from the virus itself. The other 294,400 had died because of the government’s actions.
Meanwhile, Nikla arrived home from school and found her mother watching TV.
Chantell, the reporter from Le Monde, spoke. "In a surprising move, President Totoro has announced the withdrawal of the army from Crysalton and has asked the people to resume their normal lives. This comes after weeks of chaos and terror, in which thousands of people have died.”
“Mr. Totoro has also announced that he has deleted Nadia Rain’s contact information from his phone and blocked her on WhatsApp. This is a clear sign that he has now become a man of his own.”
Nadia smiled and turned her head 180 degrees to look at her daughter, her purple eyes staring at her. “Did you hear that, Nikla? Totoro is a big boy now.”
Nikla rolled her eyes, knowing her mother was a psycho. “So what? You can still call him.”
Nadia laughed and turned back to the TV. “Of course. But first, I want to see how far Totoro is willing to go.”
Nikla knew that if her mother was so calm, it meant danger. Lots of danger. She went to her room and lay on her bed. Slash was sitting on her window as usual.
The days went by without incidents other than the usual rapes, murders, and robberies. The people of Crysalton had gotten used to them. They were part of the culture, part of the lifestyle. They didn’t care.
Kristen was abused as usual, Caillou’s cancer got worse, and Chong Chong’s balls were swollen; nothing out of the ordinary.
Totoro began to relax and would take his son, Pepito, for walks, accompanied by an army of bodyguards. He’d put him in a stroller and walk around the park.
People would stare, and some would ask him what happened to the boy’s limbs. Totoro would just say that it was a birth defect. He couldn’t bear to tell the truth, that Nadia had cut them off because he had failed to obey.
Some old ladies would stroke his son’s cock and say how cute he was. The boy would get excited at first, and then he’d be mad when the ladies didn’t finish the job.
“Dad, they’re just teasing me!” he said with tears in his eyes.
“I know, son. I know. But you’ll have to learn to control yourself. There’s more to life than sex, you know.”
That’s when an old lady approached them. She wore a red hat and dress and looked a lot like Queen Elizabeth II. “I’ll give him a proper handjob,” said the old lady, her voice deep and raspy.
“Oh, by all means!” Totoro smiled and bowed, grateful for the assistance.
The old lady approached the boy, her body trembling due to age. She put her hand in her purse, probably looking for some lube.
Pepito lay in his stroller, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his tongue out. He was panting. He was excited to cum, to finally cum after being teased for so long.
The old lady grabbed a pair of scissors from her purse and cut the little boy’s cock off in one swift move.
It was a clean, precise cut. The boy’s cock fell on the pavement and rolled away, splurting blood.
The boy screamed, and Totoro ran to catch his son’s penis. The bodyguards were too slow, and the old lady managed to escape before they could even draw their guns.
The old lady was gone. How come an old woman could move so fast?
In the hospital, the boy was lying in a bed, his cock gone, and his father standing next to him.
“Sorry, sir, but it seems like the scissors had a special poison that makes the tissue unable to be reattached.” The doctor was a bald man with glasses. “We can give him a prosthetic penis, but it’s not going to feel the same. And he’s going to need to take meds to pee.”
Totoro was crying, squeezing his son’s severed member in his hand.
The doctor gulped. “We also need to remove his balls because the poison is quickly spreading. He’ll die if we don’t.”
“No! You can’t!” He was a mess, a blubbering mess.
“Sir, if we don’t, your son will die.” The doctor grabbed a knife. “DO YOU WANT YOUR SON TO DIE?!”
“NO!”
“Then let me do my job!”
Totoro let him do his job. He watched as the doctor cut off his son’s balls, one by one, and threw them in a plastic container.
The nurse took the container away. She would give them to the hospital’s cook so he could prepare a delicious Ball Soup. It was a meal typical of Crysalton’s cuisine.
Meanwhile, the old lady who caused this mess was back in her house. She removed her dress, her wrinkly mask, and her red hat, revealing her true identity.
Nadia.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Her laughter was evil, sinister.
Nikla heard her mother and knew something bad had happened. She came downstairs and found Nadia sitting on the couch, a pair of scissors in her hands.
“Mom, why did you do it?”
“I honored the memory of your father, Nikla.” Nadia’s face was twisted in a cruel smile.
“WHAT DOES MY FATHER HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?” Nikla screamed.
“Your father was a great man, Nikla.” Nadia’s voice was cold, her eyes were empty. “He was a warrior, a soldier, a leader of the Hunters. He fought Karx, and he died protecting the innocent.”
“SO WHAT?”
“He was also a man with a sense of humor. He had a very dirty, very black humor. That’s what attracted me to him.” She sighed. “He had the best jokes.”
Nikla folded her arms. “Yeah, I know. My father was the best. MY FAVORITE PARENT!”
Nadia didn’t care about her daughter’s outburst. She was too busy laughing. “OMG! Totoro’s face when he saw that his son’s penis was gone! Priceless!”
“Listen, mother! You’re going to ruin this country with your behavior!”
“Ruin it? No, Nikla, I’m saving it!”
Nikla knew it was useless to argue with her mother. The troll was a mad woman, a lunatic. She didn’t care about anyone or anything. She only cared about herself and her twisted sense of humor.
The girl walked away, slamming the door behind her.
Totoro was devastated; his son was a torso with no dick, no balls, and a colostomy bag. He couldn’t take care of himself, he couldn’t feed himself, and he couldn’t do anything. The boy was a prisoner of his own body.
And now, the boy had lost his only source of pleasure. He had lost his joy, his happiness, his reason to live.
And it was all because of Nadia.
Totoro couldn’t bear to see his son in such a state, so he did what any loving father would do: he called a man to pleasure his son.
Okocha from Okocha’s Pizzas came 1 hour later. He was a huge black man who had entered the country illegally, but since he was a great pizza maker, he was allowed to stay.
Totoro opened the door to his son’s room. “Be careful, he’s a bit sensitive.”
Okocha entered and found the disgusting torso boy on his bed, wearing nothing but a red thong.
“Hey, kid. I’m here to make you feel good.”
“Yes, sir! Please! I need it!”
…
Totoro was at the door, watching his son become a man. Well, not exactly. He was becoming an anal slut.
“Happy Birthday, son…” he murmured, tears in his eyes. “Happy birthday.”
In the end, Totoro managed to stay in power because Remnya and Kina intervened when Nadia was about to blow up Totoro’s mansion with a small nuke. They had a meeting and decided that Totoro was the best option for president, despite his incompetence.
“So yeah, Nadia. You had your fun, but it’s over. Totoro is the president, and that won’t change.” Remnya had her arms crossed.
Nadia wasn’t happy. She had been playing with Totoro for months, and now she was being told to stop. “Why? Just when things were getting fun!”
“Nadia, you brought the caca virus from China. You destroyed the country’s economy, and now, you cut the boy’s penis off. Enough is enough.” Kina spoke this time.
Nadia pouted and looked away. She had no choice. The other MILFs were there too. They were as powerful as her, and they were united.
“Fine,” Nadia said. “But one day, Totoro’s son will grow up and start a new movement, called LGBTQI+. And then, when you least expect it, he’ll go through a sex change operation and become a woman, with new pronouns and gay flags.” She frowned. “And then, you’ll regret it.”
Nikla was listening behind the door with a smile. She loved it when her mother was put in her place. She had to put up with her bullshit every day, and it was exhausting.
And that’s how Nadia’s fun ended. She had started the whole virus thing as a joke, but things had spiraled out of control. And now, she had to deal with the consequences. She was a troll, a psycho, and a dangerous woman. But she was also part of The League of Milfs, and as such, had some limitations on what she was allowed to do.
Remnya and Kina had saved the world once again. But what other adventures awaited them? Only time would tell.