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They called it Lambda 28. It was a virus that infected the e.coli of a human and was easily transmitted through skin-to-skin contact, and it was permanent. Surfaces touched days ago remained contagious for up to a week. People became contagious 4 days after infection, and showed symptoms 7 days after infection.

The first symptoms were an alteration in the efficiency and byproducts of the intestinal tract. No more poop; only slick.

Secondary changes for men included a loss of fat and a propensity for muscle.

For all of female kind, nothing really happened. During that first world-changing year, women held up the world while men figured out what to do with themselves, because for all men, the world changed irrevocably. No one was fully spared. Most managed to hold on to most of their old lives. Some were forced into much different lives.

The virus had different names as culture adapted to accept the new reality that was life on earth. Eventually, Lambda 28 became known as Fagger. Some colloquial terms for the virus were 'The Cunt Opener', shrinker, and 'getting big'. For the people on the new receiving end of the virus: 'Nubber'. But that was years and a whole lot of culture later.

Right now, it is 2029, and Pete is in a cabin in the woods with three roommates from college, trying to avoid the virus, each of them doing online learning and keeping away from others. Food is delivered in sanitized containers by women or machines. Mail is shut down. Only women are allowed to move around without worry, for the virus does not affect them at all, though they're still carriers. Anyone with symptoms is a carrier, and many without symptoms are also carriers.

No one has directly died from Lambda 28. Inexplicably, many people have actually been healed by Lambda 28. That healing is a silver lining on a very dark cloud for most of humanity, because culture has not caught up at all to the demands of this new virus.

Pete and his friends have failed to quarantine properly.

It is not their fault.

There was never any hope of escape.

- -

Pete sat on the shitter doing his morning routine after breakfast, and nothing came out but clear slime. It didn't even smell. It just came out like he had lubed his hole with a few cups of slick. Had he been feeling different? No. Not really. But maybe he had had more energy? The virus was supposed to make you have more energy and burn more fat while putting on more muscle, but...

Pete was just Pete. 5'9", 180 pounds, and a 7 inch dick that he hoped that he would get to keep, because...

Pete was panicking, whispering little 'no no no's and 'How could this happen' and 'we were so careful'.

Leon slammed on the rickety wooded door, saying, "Hurry the fuck up, Pete! I gotta take a dump, too!"

"One FUCKING MINUTE, please!"

"Fuck you! Hurry the fuck up!"

Pete washed his hands, applying way too much soap and washing a whole lot as he panicked--

Panic didn't help. The virus was here. All the reports on the television were saying that it was an inevitable global infection. Pete... still washed his hands. In his boxers and tank top, he stepped out of the bathroom--

And Leon rushed inside.

Pete ignored the noises that Leon made once inside.

He saw Scott and Mark by the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast. Pete helped a little with that, pushing the chairs back into the table... and then kinda stepping away, because there wasn't a whole lot of room in the kitchen and he didn't want to touch anything... And yet, did it matter if he touched anything? The cabin was nice, with four rooms and a nice living room and combined kitchen and dining room, but it was not large at all. The virus was already here, and there was nothing they could do about that. On the bright side, they could rejoin society now... Soon. There were decisions to be made.

Big decisions.

Pete laughed a little.

Scott smiled, asking, "What's funny?"

Pete was suddenly struck with a thought.

Scott was a good guy. All of Pete's housemates were good guys. All of them had been on the same varsity rugby team at college. All of them were stacked, just like Pete, though Pete was more built for running than anything else. They were all good friends on the team... back when they had teams.

The fag virus had taken 2 months to be recognized as a global threat, another 2 months for America to do drastic things to combat the sudden epidemic of guys losing their cocks, and now it was 8 months in, and--

Leon came out of the bathroom, waving his hand in the air, joking, "I lit a match, but that was fucking rank!"

"Gross," Mark said, as he put away dishes they had washed.

There was more banter coming down the road, but Pete stepped into the center of the cabin in the woods, looked at the three guys, and Scott looked at Pete first. Rapidly, the other two turned Pete's way. Before they could ask him what he was doing, looking like he had a whole big thing to say, Pete blurted out, "I shat slick in the toilet this morning."

Silence.

More silence.

Contemplation.

More silence.

Scott, the leader, said, "I guess that's that, then."

Leon roared, "That's it!?" Leon rounded on Pete-- and suddenly Scott and Mark were both holding Leon back from physically assaulting Pete, as Leon yelled, "I went in and sat on the john and this faggot didn't tell me and I got infected--"

Scott roared right in Leon's ear, "Time-to-symptoms is a week but you're infectious in 3 days, Leon!"

Leon pulled away from Scott, complaining softly, "You didn't have to yell in my fucking ears."

Scott spoke over him, "We're all infected. We have probably a day or two before we all show symptoms. Now comes the choice of who gets to be faggot, or if we're going to try for the government programs."

Leon glared at Pete. Pete looked away. Mark sighed.

All plans for classwork and exercise outside or food prep or jacking off where no one else could see were forgotten.

Leon said, "We should all fuck Pete. He's already slicked up."

Pete glared at the asshole, shouting back, "Let's fuck you instead!"

Scott, the leader, intervened, "No one is fucking anyone today."

Mark, the smart one, said, "The government programs are gonna be difficult. You heard the news, same as me. There aren't enough faggots to go around and keep the rest of us men. We might only need to fuck a fag every month to not fag out ourselves, but... There aren't enough fags, and if people fall through the cracks then they are more faggots for the rest of us. The government is not fine with that, but... It's inevitable, right? Chances are all of us are gonna turn a little gay." He added, "Whoever gets fagged does have a cushy life as a government-whore, though, and they're immune to all known sex diseases and a vast majority of cancers and shit. You can get 30k a year job and only have to work weekends."

Scott put on a smile and said, "We'll all be immune to all sex diseases soon enough. So that's good news!"

Leon said, "Let's fag Scott."

Scott lightly said to Leon, "If you don't start being nice the three of us will hold you down and fag you, Leon."

Leon paled.

Scott said to the guy, "Thanks for calming." He said to the group, "So! I vote one of us gets fagged. We can return to college with half the rest of society, and we won't have to go searching for man cunt. We can fuck the one on the team. Let's table the 'who gets fagged' for now, though. If we want to try the government fag route, then that is the other option. I put forth that we vote on that decision. Do we fag a fellow baller, or do we go the government route?" Scott said, "Take an hour or the day. Think of it. And then we reconvene. I want a unanimous decision by tomorrow morning." And then he said to Pete, "Thank you, Pete, for telling us. It probably came in on the deliveries. It's not your fault."

Pete knew it wasn't his fault. He was glad that Scott said so, anyway.

Everyone went their separate ways.

Leon went outside and everyone soon heard fists slamming onto the punching bag, hanging on the porch. The chains rattled as fists smacked the heavy leather bag. Soon, soft sobbing joined the rattling of chains.

Pete put on his headphones.

- -

Leon made dinner because it was his night. Dinner was pasta. Dinner had been pasta a lot.

Pete helped because it was his night to help. The help is mostly done now, but Pete hung out in the kitchen looking at his phone because there aren't many other places to be.

Leon scowled at the red sauce, stirring it, saying, "This fucking sucks, man."

Pete said, "I agree."

Leon said, "I don't want to fuck faggot ass for the rest of my life to keep my cock."

Pete decided not to speak the other option, and say that Leon could get fucked for the rest of his life instead, if he wanted. In that case, he wouldn't care about his cock. Or at least that's what the testimonials online were saying.

Mark, watching shows on the television in the living room, spoke up, "You could get fucked the rest of your life, instead, and not care about your cock anymore."

Leon almost slammed his hand onto the counter but he stopped before he touched the surface beside the stove. "... Fuck."

Mark spoke up, "You don't have to fuck faggot hole for the rest of your life, anyway. There's new studies coming out all the time on timelines for shrinkage. I did some more research a few hours ago. The CDC is saying that it might be 2 weeks between faggot fuckings to keep your cock, and most guys over 60 aren't affected either way. It's all about testosterone levels. If you're a sexually active male between 16 and 50, then you need to fuck fag ass once a week to keep your cock. Those who have low levels of testosterone aren't affected at all. That's the real reason most women aren't affected." Mark looked over, saying, "They're talking about testosterone blockers as a band aid."

Leon scowled. "Fuck."

Scott came out of his bedroom, saying, "That's only the normal case scenario. There's always the possibility that we turn alpha when we fuck a faggot ass. That would be nice. No need to fuck faggots the rest of our lives it that happens."

None of this was a new conversation. Not really. They had all had variations of these sorts of discussions before, just because everyone was having these conversations. Mark was full of information. Scott was full of hope. Pete was kinda lost.

And Leon scowled more, saying, "What's going to happen is one of us is going to get fucked by the other three and then we'll never look at each other the same, ever again. No matter what divide we land on." He glared at everyone. "Because the only way any of us get to keep our dicks is to fuck one of us, because if we all go nubbed then we're all faggots getting fucked by every other man out there."

Leon was angry.

Mark hoped information would alleviate that anger, as he said, "Some faggots don't get nubbed, you know. Some get giant cocks. The vast majority of gay tops turned alpha and they get fucked just fine, too. A lot of gay bottoms kept their dicks, too. Lambda 28 is not a simple thing."

"But none of us are fucking gay, Mark," Leon spat.

Mark softly said, "... Yeah."

Leon almost said something else--

But Scott interrupted, saying, "We'll talk about gay shit soon. Tomorrow, okay? Not tonight." Scott said, "We all knew it was going to eventually going to come down to something like this. Maybe not at first, but after last month? With the presidential address talking about the state of the faggot virus, and what it really did? Yeah. We knew. The world is changing, and we either fall to the change, or take charge of the change ourselves." He spoke to the group, "I've decided that I want one of us to get fagged for the other three. That is the decision I have made. Have you all made your decisions yet? Government faggots, or one of us gets fagged?"

Silence.

Mark spoke up, "I read the government option was a 3 hour wait available one each month. They're working out the kinks, but they're also letting people happily fall to the faggot virus themselves. There just aren't enough gay guys lining up for fucking... for a lot of reasons."

Pete wasn't in on all the gay shit out there, but everyone was a little bit these days. Some of the gay communities were happily trying to get in on the government programs, but some gay communities were extremely vocal about getting rid of all the straight dick out there, and that it was good that all the homophobes were getting nubbed. Some very vocal people wanted the virus to act faster. Pete wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he was certain he was mad in some sort of personal way.

Leon complained, "Can't we just import some Japanese faggots? They had that low birthrate problem because no one was having sex, and now they got a whole fuckton of fags with nubs."

Mark said, "That's a rumor."

"It can't be a rumor! I read it on the news!"

Mark shrugged. "I saw that news story, too, and then I saw the retraction and ten other stories calling that Japanese faggot story a lie. And besides: This is America and we don't have a bunch of NEETs. We have our options, Leon. We don't have those other options."

Pete made a decision, saying, "I vote for one of us getting fagged. I'm not waiting a month for a slot on a sloppy hole. I'm fine with sharing with you guys, but not a thousand guys. I want to get back to living a... a normal life. As much as I can."

Silence.

Into that silence, Pete asked, "Mark? What's the timeline between first slick and shrinkage? How long do we have to make decisions?"

"About 5 days. Your erections should be soft by then. Actual shrinkage doesn't occur for a week of soft erections, but if you fucked a faggot before then, then your cock would come back to full strength in the center of that fuck." Mark said, "A full fuck isn't even necessary; if you don't have any shrinkage, just sticking your hard dick in a faggot's hole for a minute is enough chemical sensors to break down the Lambda coli's grip on your dick. It's only after a few weeks of shrinkage that you need to fuck a faggot ass to completion to regain your length, but as long as you still got 2 inches of dick, you can fuck a faggot ass just fine."

More silence.

Leon exclaimed, "Fuck this!"

And then he rushed outside.

Scott moved to the stove to stir the sauce before it burned. "Have you made a decision, Mark? Self sufficiency, or government option?"

Mark stayed silent, which was answer enough.

Eventually Leon came back in.

Dinner was as great as could be.

Pete took a shower like he usually did an hour before bed. There, under the rush of water and just to test it out, he touched his hole. It was slick back there. Lubed, like a pussy. It had been lubed all day long, and Pete had been feeling weird every time he sat down because of that. It wasn't like anything actually came out, though, so that was great.

But now he was alone, and so...

He touched his hole deeper. A finger slipped inside long before he was ready to ever expect such a thing. And then he stopped. Something weird had happened. Touching his hole had been just as great as touching his cock, but in clenching sort of way instead of a throbbing sort or way, and that was kinda scary. Pete finished up his shower, dried off, put some boxers back on, and said good night to the guys before heading to his room to close the door.

He almost searched the internet for porn to whack one off. But he was too worried about anything to get it up right now...

And now that he was thinking about that, his cock proved just as strong as ever, rising to the occasion.

Pete beat off into a napkin, thinking about great big tits.

At least he didn't have any gay thoughts yet. Those only really happened when the shrinkage started for real, though. That was a week away.

- -

Pete bit down on his morning bagel--

And Leon shouted, "FUCK!" from inside the bathroom.

Scott softly said, "So that's Leon and Pete both. You shat slick yet, Mark?"

Mark, eating oatmeal, said, "Maybe tomorrow. Could be this afternoon, too."

Pete asked, "We get our delivery in four more days, yeah? We need to tell Julie that we're infected before then."

Mark said, "The delivery center over in Memphis got overrun with cases last month. I bet every single delivery place was overrun, too. The government just didn't want to tell us."

Scott said, "I'll send her a text about deliveries, then."

Leon walked back in the living room. He didn't say anything as he crashed on the couch, face down on the pillow and blanket.

Scott spoke up, "So it's the morning after the first displayed stage of the infection in the group. Mark and Leon; I need you two to make a decision now. Government faggot program, or one of us rescues the other three and we go back to college and get back on the rugby team and life goes on like normal-ish, except for when we fuck the fourth guy every other day."

Silence.

Mark said, "We make our own faggot."

Leon sighed extra loudly, and then he sat up on the couch. "I don't want to see all your damned cocks... But. Shit. FINE. We fag one of our own."

So that was that.

Pete had agreed to this option yesterday, but now it was here, and he was scared. He didn't want to do any of this gay shit either. He also didn't want to be raped by his friends... And he knew he wouldn't. Logically he knew. But that's the way a lot of this shit went out there in the real world. Hopefully they could do something softer.

Scott said, "Okay! Good decisions, guys. We're not going with the government option." Scott said, "I put forth now that we should not actually fag one of our own, in the raping sense, but in the voluntary sense."

Instantaneous relief flooded through Pete. He was not the only one. Mark sighed out. They were all carefully stepping around the issue of which one of them was getting fagged, so to hear it would be voluntary was a great idea.

Leon frowned, though. He said, "Then how the fuck you want to do it, Scott? No one wants to be a fag and I don't want to get gay thoughts in my head, so that means we fuck one of us within the day. One of us is gonna be a cumdump and the rest will have to live with knowing what they have done, and then we're gonna keep doing it for the rest of our lives."

Silence.

Mark spoke up, "The timeline isn't that drastic, but if we wait too long then we will all turn little gay. That happens a week after the first symptoms. Shorter if you're already something other than a 0 on the 0-6 hetero/homo scale."

Leon scowled at Mark. "Just call it the Kinsey Scale, asshole. You don't have to fucking dumb it down for me."

Mark shot back, "I was being clarifying. Not dumbing. And it wasn't against you-- Anyway! We have 6 days before gay thoughts start swirling in Pete's mind. 7 for you, Leon. I'm already feeling weird in my stomach, so when I do my morning stuff It'll probably come out clear and that gives me a 7 day timeline, too. That makes Scott the last--"

Scott said, "I shat slick this morning at 4 am. Woke up to do it. You're the last one to show, Mark."

"... Then I guess we have 6 days before Pete starts to think gay thoughts." Mark continued, "We could make decisions before then. Maybe 5 days?"

Leon stood off the couch, saying, "That timeline is only true if none of us are already gay at all."

It was an accusation. A lashing out.

Despite the strides the four of them had made toward learning how to communicate instead of being dicks to each other during this quarantine, Leon was regressing, a lot. Pete almost wanted to call him out on his fuckery, but that would be him lashing out, too.

Scott stood up and took off his shirt and then off came his boxers, as he said, "Then let's all get naked and whoever starts popping boners when they see our hot bods might want to get fagged themselves. We won't be raping anyone like those stories on the news. The faggot gets to choose to be a faggot."