After the third feminist-initiated terrorism incident in four months, and the arrest of large numbers of female politicians for being complicit in the attacks, the now overwhelmingly-male government bowed swiftly to public demand and instituted sweeping changes to the way women were regulated in society.
The system was based around the idea of “approval points”, which were regulated by a national digital cryptocurrency platform. Every fortnight, every male citizen was allocated 100 approval points, which he could give any portion of, to any woman, for any reason. Women, in turn, could spend these points to buy rights.
Being served as a customer in a shop cost one approval point per transaction. Being allowed to drive a car cost 15 approval points a month. Having the right to say “no” to sex cost five approval points per 24 hour period (although bringing any complaint of crime to the police, including rape, cost a further 40 approval points). Birth control medication cost 10 approval points per day, and an exemption from the government-mandated fertility, arousal and lactation drugs for women cost another 5 approval points per day. Collecting money for work in any job that didn’t sell the woman’s body and sexuality was yet another 5 approval points a day.
Occasionally police would stop a woman for an “approval check”. She would need to demonstrate she had been pleasing to men by spending 20 approval points on the spot, otherwise the police would lock her up overnight for a session of extended rape and abuse, to motivate her to be nicer to men in future.
There was a whole scheme for spending money on clothing licences. A standard woman’s clothing allowance allowed her to wear high heels, makeup, earrings, and a total amount of clothing weighing not more than the weight of her heaviest breast, capable of fitting wholly within her pussy, and at least 50% transparent. Approval points could be spent to increase the permittable opacity, size, and coverage of garments for a yearly period.
However, women quickly discovered that wearing more clothes meant that men were slower to give them approval points. The most points went to the girls who looked most like fuckdolls; who had the biggest tits; the prettiest smiles; and the wettest cunts. And so most girls focused on making their skimpy outfits as sexy as possible, rather than on concealing themselves.
Overall the scheme was a huge success. Women learned quickly how to alter their behaviours to maximise their approval points, and became very good at pleasing men.
Of course, by the nature of things, celebrity women – porn stars and notable whores – received a lot more approval points from fans than regular women on the street. These women found they didn’t have enough to spend their points on – after they’d paid for the right to sleep in a bed instead of a dog kennel, and protected themselves from rape for as many days as they felt inclined to, they didn’t know what to do with the rest.
And so the government introduced the Inter-Female Punishment provisions, which allowed a woman to spend large amounts of approval points to have another woman punished with rape, humiliation, and sexual torture, which led – to the delight of male fans – to celebrity women routinely paying to have their rivals and frenemies raped and degraded on national television – before, inevitably, their victim returned the favour…
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What about trans women? Or women with a medical condition that makes them either not grow breasts in the first place or have to remove them? Do they have to spend money to wear clothing with any weight at all? I’m probably thinking way too deep about this but it just clicked.
You’re definitely overthinking it, and I advise *not* doing so. 🙂
But FWIW:
(i) erotica stories tend to take place in a world without illness, in this case including breast cancer, chronic back pain, or other conditions that would require a medical breast reduction;
(ii) breast enhancements are a thing, including for those who are not hormonally inclined to grow prominent breasts; and
(iii) people going naked because their tits aren’t big enough is kind of the point of the story.
But fundamentally it’s a 570-word story and I’ve given it precisely as much thought and analysis as 570 words deserves. 🙂