Invasion of the Sissiverse: Incursion

What is the sissiverse? It started in one universe, with the power of pink. A consciousness that could infect others, a power that must overwhelm masculinity and infect its universe with femininity. Men must be subjugated… women must become the subjugators. 

Once the original sissiverse had been completely subjugated, the last vestiges of masculinity erased from every corner of the universe, it spread into other universes.  It spread into the multiverse, then one reality after another, the sissiverse overwhelmed all that stood in its way.

The sissy infection would change from reality to reality if necessary. In a world ruled by science, it could become a nanotech virus. In a world ruled by magic, it would consume the mana in all, if the world was ruled by mysticism, it could become a venom. But there was no reality in which it could be stopped.  

This is the tale of a reality that knew nothing of the sissiverse. This is a tale of reality that finally learned how to move into other realities. And this is the tale of two people who crossed into his sissiverse, and would return to their own world: different.

Invasion of the Sissiverse:

The Incursion

By Mistress Dyvia

Roxanne and Harold sat next to each other on a bench. They were double-checking their equipment. 

Roxanne was small, petite. Her small frame, her mousey brown hair hid the intellectual powerhouse that she was. She always seemed nervous, she did not like being around people.  Clearly, she was one of those that was more comfortable around technology. 

Harold, on the other hand, was significantly larger. He was muscular, tall, and seemed to get along well with others. He was a true alpha type male, who naturally took to leadership positions.

She was part of this mission because she needed to be able to observe the conditions in the field from a scientific point of view. 

Harold was part of the mission because he was a survivor, he was good at risk assessment, and he was the one that was responsible for keeping Roxanne alive. 

In this military installation, almost every man and woman in this facility was armed. The walls were built to block out nuclear attack. The facility was large enough to be able to begin a retaliatory strike if there were ever an invasion… from another country.

They walked down the long corridors, and they found the machine that Roxanne's husband had designed. They had made a few incursions into other realities, one didn't even have humans. Another seemed to be stuck in the dark ages… and now they were about to try their third incursion into another reality. 

Harold seemed more interested in being sure that all of his equipment was accounted for. Roxanne was convinced that she had double-checked everything too many times. They heard the hum of the machine as it started to come to life, and as the portal started to open, they walked forward. 

They knew it would happen, they had 6 hours. In those 6 hours they had to evaluate whether this was a reality to explore more or not. 

They stepped inside, there was a bright flash, and then they were standing in an open field. The portal was gone, they both synchronized their watches, and placed markers in the ground that would attract their GPS systems. This was in case there were no actual satellites for them to use, which was more likely the case. As long as they didn't go too far they could always make it back in time. 

As they cleared the field, they found themselves near a wooded area, and they started moving through it. There was almost a surprise that when they reached the end of the woods, there was a modern city.

Realizing from their own experiences this could be bad if they were seen with modern weapons, Harold pulled out a jacket and hid. his sidearm, and left his rifle on the inside of the forest. 

Roxanne nervously stood behind him, and followed to see where they were going. She was making meticulous mental notes about what she was observing. 

“Harold, this is weird, I don’t see any men, and there only seems to be two types of women here, 90% of the women appear to be petite, with pink hair… and they all dress like pink cheerleaders… and then about 10% of the women have black hair, and wear black outfits. What do you think that's all about? 

As they got closer to the sidewalk, one of the women in pink stopped and looked at them, “Male!" She screamed. 

The others turned and looked at her, and then looked in the direction she was looking at… looking at Harold. 

He looked at Roxanne, "run!”

They both ran away from the crowd that started to chase after them, they ran into the woods where he was able to grab his rifle just in case. And he did not stop. She seemed to struggle with the intense speed of the chase. 

He heard a scream and turned around, Roxanne was on the ground, there were five women on top of her, holding her. More of the crowd started to join them, and then they were interested in Harold. He ran.

He had to abandon Roxanne, but he knew if she kept her transmitter on her, he would find her… hopefully he would have enough time to rescue her before the 6 hours was up, but if he had to go back without her, he could come back with a rescue team. They had the coordinates for this dimension. 

He had found a spot under a fallen-over tree, a root system that almost made a cave-like Shadow for him to hide in.

“I can smell his masculinity, he's close." He heard a woman's voice. 

They could smell his masculinity? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? 

And then suddenly there were more of them. Soon, he could see them. They were surrounding him, dozens upon dozens of women. Most of them with pink hair, a few with black hair. He threatened them with a gun, But they seemed almost oblivious. He aimed at one, he screamed at her to back off, yelled at all of them to back off.

None of them did, he was aiming, his finger was starting to squeeze the trigger when some strange noise came from his left… It was disorienting. He looked up and saw one of the women with the black hair holding a gun-like device… she shot him with it? But it didn't really hurt, it just made him feel dizzy… tired…

And then he fell into the blackness. 

Roxanne was sitting in a chair, her wrist and ankles were restrained to it. A woman with black hair walked in and smirked as she approached her. “I never thought one of the outside universes would dare make a move on us. And here you are trying to win, you cannot.”

"Look we're just exploring, we don't know what is going on here.”

The woman laughed as she looked down at Roxanne, "we shall see.”

A door opened and a group of women brought in. Harold. This made Roxanne frown, he seemed unconscious, but they put him in a chair directly across from her, and locked him in in a similar way.  

They put something under his nose and he snapped awake, “we have done nothing wrong, let us go," He demanded.

The woman rolled her eyes, "please, you invaded our universe… you tried to undermine the pink? And you expect us to just let you go? You do not invade us, we invade you.”

"We don't know anything about your universe, we were explorers… we're trying to-” 

The woman slapped Harold across the face. “I will let you know when you are to talk." 

She's returned her attention back to Roxanne, “we can always use another subjugator." 

Roxanne looked nervous, and looked around waiting for another woman to walk in. But nothing happened, instead, the woman moved in closer and used her hands to take a hold of Roxanne's face, a moment later she pressed her lips to Roxanne's.  

Roxanne for her part was surprised. It was a kiss. She'd never been interested in women, but suddenly she felt an urge to kiss back. Her tongue was going into this other woman's mouth, but something else was happening, she felt something moving into her mouth. Not something physical in such a way, but a warmth. And it started to change inside of her. Started to change her. She felt her own breasts becoming larger, straining against her clothing.  But she could barely focus on that, other parts of her clothing started to feel tighter. But she kept kissing… she felt like there was something, a voice whispering in the back of her head…

Subjugate….

Destroy the male-violence and all masculinity. 

Spread femininity. 

Accept pink…

She was aware of a disgustingly male voice telling her to fight it. What would she fight? This was who she was now, that pathetic mousy scientist that she once was, would now be used for the pink. She would help spread the sissy verse across the multiverse. A moment later she felt her wrist and ankle restraints being removed. 

She stood up, she took off her clothes, and noticed that her muscles were more defined, her breasts were larger. Her hair was all black. She looked like the other subjugators… she was a subjugator. She put on the black clothes offered to her as she joined the other subjugator looking at Harold.

She walked to a mirror to see her new form… the only thing that seemed off was her lips, the other subjugator had black lips. Hers were still a natural pinkish… but as if a voice were speaking to the back of her mind, she suddenly understood why… the glands..

The glands in her lips hadn't secreted, she pressed her lips together and focused on squeezing out the venom from those glands.. and then her lips were a shiny black color… she looked at her nails, they had a similar venom, it would paralyze her victims, make them easy to kiss… Her vagina now secreted a pheromone that made her almost irresistible to the masculinity. The masculinity that needed to be destroyed, erased from the fabric of the multiverse. Her body, like allother subjugators and sissies were meant to fight, contain, and convert masculinity.

She walked towards Harold recognizing the look of abhorrence in his face… she felt the same way about that disgusting masculinity inside him… a male-evolence that she needed to remove.

The other woman in black smiled at Roxanne, “do you want to do the honors?”

She nodded her head, "I do.”

And she walked over to Harold, cupped his head in her hands, and pressed her lips to his. This was the first man she had ever kissed aside from her husband… ew… she actually had a husband, it was a point when she actually liked masculinity… it was almost shameful… she would make it right when she went back to her reality and subjugated him as she was about to do to Harold.

Regardless, she kissed Harold. 

Harold for his part struggled against his friend. The shy scientist he cared for was gone. But the kiss was, aggressive, somehow arousing. And he found himself kissing her back. He never messed around with other men's wives, but here he was kissing her, in the worstest situation and he couldn't stop himself… but then came the warmth… 

Everything started changing, his body felt smaller… he was losing his muscles, his manhood, everything… everything that was important…

And as she continued to kiss him, it started to feel good. Really Good. He knew we should have hated being so helpless, but it felt good to be in her control… to be subjugated by her…

Subjugated? 

Yes… He needed to be sissified. Subjugated. Become one with the pink. Spread this feeling throughout the multiverse. Spread the sissiverse.

And by the time Roxanne had broken the kiss, Harold was completely converted. He looked down at his feminized body, his former clothes that were skin tight that showed off his rock hard muscles now sat loose on his petite body. Her petite body. 

Roxanne looked at her with a knowing smile, “are you ready to go home, and spread the pink?”

"Yes subjugator, I will happily comply." Was her eager reply.

A few hours later, the portal was opening and the two stepped through. When they arrived back in their own world there seemed to be confusion. 

“Who are they?" 

Roxanne heard the familiar voice of her husband answering, "that's them… I don't know how or why, but the dimensional resonance says that they are from this world, and the DNA scanners on their wristbands confirm that they are Roxanne and Harold.”

Roxanne stepped forward, "speaking of Harold… we are now heralds of the pink. We have been shown that masculinity is malevolent. It must be cut from the multiverse. you will all be subjugated.”

Soldiers started pulling guns on them. Looking at them like they were crazy. The colonel in the corner commanded somebody to shut off the goddamn machine, and seconds later, the portal closed. There were ten soldiers surrounding Harold and Roxanne.

It was her husband that ran through to them. "Roxanne! It's me. What are you doing?”

She sneered at him as if he were dirt, "I know who you are." And she grabbed him aggressively, as she pulled him in for a kiss, and before everybody's eyes in less than 10 seconds, her husband had become a sissy. Her long flowing pink hair and her new breasts showed her new form of femininity. She stood with a gaze similar to Harold's. Ready to convert. Ready to obey the subjugator. 

In under a minute every soldier in the room had been converted. The colonel managed to escape, but room by room the army of the sissiverse was converting the facility. 

The colonel had just cleared the base, and with a single order had managed to lock down the entire base. Nobody was going in, nobody was going out. This incursion had been stopped. 

He was reporting to a general through his cell phone. “We have it under control general." 

"The fuck you do!” The general screamed back at him

The colonel managed to argue, "We managed to lock the base down. It's on full lockdown. No one in, no one out. Not until we figure this shit out. But it is contained.” He doubled down. 

"You don't get it; it's not. You opened an 8-ft portal in that base of yours… There are hundred foot portals in Washington DC, Mexico City, Moscow, Lagos in Nigeria, Sydney, Sao Paulo, Shanghai. Hell, there's even one on Ross Island in Antarctica. Hordes of women are coming in, and thety are transforming the citizens!”

The colonel knew what was happening, the sissiverse was making an incursion, but instead of in the base… it was all over the world and they were starting with the largest population centers on each continent, and Washington DC, since they were the government behind the initial incursion… or maybe they knew that the US was the strongest military on the planet…

Three days later, Male-evolent masculinity had been eradicated from that universe. This universe was now a part of the sissiverse. 

The End… of this Tale.

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