Part One:
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Part Two:
![Dune: Paul Atreides Feminization - Part Two [TG] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dh3u8zs-0f42e839-58f1-427a-844d-4c018e67392a.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/dune__paul_atreides_feminization___part_two__tg__by_transviscera_dh3u8zs-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjkwMiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGgzdTh6cy0wZjQyZTgzOS01OGYxLTQyN2EtODQ0ZC00YzAxOGU2NzM5MmEuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTQxMzEifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.wEF21XdFysi7VtM0vkLw1lOBoN2jou7N3I3ar1ge4-M)
Part Three:
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"I do not agree with the modifications you've made to Muad'dib's suit. It is wasteful," Stilgar said. "So much skin. Think how much water he loses to evaporation through those... humps. It defeats the entire purpose of the suit. Assuming, of course, that is the purpose," he glowered pointedly at Chani.
Chani hid her delight. The suit was performing its secondary function better than she could have dreamed, forcing the Muad'dib to retain water, as he waddled his water-bloated cheeks about the sietch. He had become a symbol of status, each of his fat, jiggling breasts worth a king's ransom in the arid desert, wealth practically dripping from his swollen teats.
"What he loses in water, he makes up for in morale," Chani explained. "The fighters go out to kill the Harkonnens and return knowing their beautiful ghafla, their distraction, will still be here when they return. See how they happily share their water with him."
A squad of fremen wormriders had returned, dusty and weary from their time on the sand. As parched as they were, they squabbled to be the first to present their suit's drinking tubes to their beloved ghafla. Paul knelt, feeling nauseous as another fremen man excitedly wedged his rubber drinking tube between Paul's lips. It was a grave insult to refuse another man's offered water, especially now that this had become a communal ritual about the sietch. His position here was tenuous enough that he dared not refuse for fear of offense and ostracisation. But his stomach already strained with the water of a dozen other men. He swallowed slowly, the body-temperature water trickling out of the catchpockets lining the man's stillsuit and down Paul's throat.
The stillsuit purified the water it captured from the body but it certainly wasn't pure. Trace proteins slipped through the filters. As the water washed over Paul's tongue, his Bene Gesserit-honed senses informed him precisely from which orifice the water had come. Paul fought back his gag reflex, knowing he had guzzled the recycled sweat -among other things- of every man in the sietch, and could identify each intimately by their water alone. He didn't even need to open his eyes and look up to picture the bearded face above him.
"Plus he can do the most amazing thing," Chani exclaimed to Stilgar, as if showing off a trick she had trained a dog. "Show him your thing, little mouse," she called to Paul.
Paul gritted his teeth, recalling the 61 billion lives hanging in the balance. He sealed his lips and swilled a mouthful of the man's water around his mouth, analyzing the protein composition with his Bene Gesserit senses before swallowing. "This morning, Ishmael had a breakfast of desert hare and coffee. And yesterday, dried apricots."
The wormriders excitedly exclaimed that it was true. Paul barely had time to wipe his lips before the next man in the queue had thrust his tube between them with a cry of, "do me next!"