The most terrible, apocalyptic changes are easy to deny when they happen slowly, gradually. Then, after generations have passed, the problem is suddenly big enough to notice and almost too big to solve. So was the case with the strange YCB Virus.
The Y-Chromosome Bias Virus was first discovered by in the late 20th century but had probably first appeared long before that. The virus was not deadly, painful, or debilitating. In fact, it had no visible symptoms at all, which was why it went unnoticed for so long. Its only symptom was the loss of the male's ability to produce X-chromosome sperm, allowing them to produce only male children.
For a long time, males made up slightly less than fifty percent of all births. But, with the speed of a moving glacier, that percentage began to rise. Males became fifty, sixty, seventy percent of all births. The people panicked as the number reached ninety, ninety-five, ninety-nine, one hundred percent. Eventually, the few remaining females in the world aged out of fertility. Soon after, they died. All the women were gone. Faced with extinction, mankind (and it was truly MANkind now), was at a loss.
Fortunately, a solution had been developed in the mid-21st century, slightly before the last woman passed away. Dr. Tom Beatie had invented a special formula that could be injected into a man, allowing him to produce egg cells in his rectum. He could be fertilized with another man's sperm received through the anus. The Beatie formula would alter the man's anatomy, allowing him to rectally carry and anally deliver the child safely. An unimportant invention, meant only for a few "deviants," had become the only hope for the human race.
However, even after the last women died, the men spoke of it only in whispers. Though gays were now widely tolerated, old stigmas against homosexuality had still not completely disappeared. Few men wanted to give up their masculinity by being penetrated by another man and invaded by his sperm. Even those that did would not say so openly. After a long, uncomfortable silence on the issue, a few brave government officials mentioned the elephant in the room. The floodgates opened and soon use of the Beatie treatment gained widespread support.
The most fervent opposition came, predictably, from religious groups. However, as their pews emptied and their collection plates dried up, their protests silenced. Genesis 1:28 took precedence over Leviticus 18:22.
A few countries in Europe created a policy that was soon imitated all over the world. At the age of eighteen, every man would have his erect penis measured. Those with a penis under six inches in length would be "feminized," given the Beatie treatment. Afterwards, they would be assigned to a man whose penis size spared him the treatment.
On his eighteenth birthday, Dale reported to the feminization clinic. With a cock that barely reached four inches when hard, Dale decided to save time and register his penis size at the same place where he would receive the Beatie treatment. A nurse led him into a room. The nurse was male, of course, but his feminine face and the bulge of breasts indicated that he had gotten the same treatment that Dale was about to receive.
"Strip," said the nurse, "and play with your dick. You have to make it erect for the measurement." The nurse eyed Dale up and down and licked him lips. "If you'd like, I can help you."
Dale blushed. "No thanks. I can manage," he said shyly. Looking slightly disappointed, the nurse left.
Alone in the doctor's room, Dale halfheartedly played with his cock, trying to get it hard. However, his depressed mood kept him flaccid. Perhaps he should have taken the nurse's offer. After getting the treatment, Dale would be forbidden to penetrate any mouth or anus. He would never again get to use his cock like a real man.
Barely five feet tall, Dale was not a picture of manliness. He had soft blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, smooth skin, and a slender body. Except for some golden fuzz at his crotch, his body hair was light and nearly invisible. His pert, round ass often attracted stares from his classmates. No one in his generation had ever seen a girl, but Dale was as close as they'd get.
This was not what Dale wanted. Before him was a life of submission, of lying helplessly facedown, smothered underneath a superior man, grunting in pleasure. He would be the one who stuck his cute little bottom into the air, offering it to his new master like a priest made offerings to his god. Dale would be bent over, helpless, vulnerable, and humiliated, as his new husband towered behind him, erect and strong. Dale would pull open his asshole, his tiny dick dangling uselessly, as a REAL cock rammed its way inside and released its invading legion of sperm cells, looking to fertilize his egg and give him a massive, nine-month burden in his butt.
