This is heavily based on a dream that I had recently. I have just filled in some details to the plot and fleshed out the concepts underlying the story.
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I wandered throughout the large house.
As per custom, the house was almost empty, most of the residents finding somewhere else to be. Apart from a couple of older women in the kitchen, only the nubile girls remained.
Nubile. It used to mean marriageable, but it now had a very special meaning. Back before, girls would start to menstruate in their early teens, and be almost at once fertile. As they blossomed into womanhood, they would be considered nubile.
Since the plague, girls would not start menstruating until they were old enough to have previously been considered adults, at least eighteen. However, although they were adults in every other sense, this did not make them fertile. Only those like me could do that. Until that happened, they would remain classed as nubile.
The house belonged to several families. Long ago, it had been several houses, but they had been modified into one large structure. Despite there being much more space per person, people liked to group together nowadays. At night, there would be things out there in the dark. Maybe just descendants of the animals released from the old zoo. But perhaps something else, mutated by some variant of the plague.
As per custom, the girls busied themselves with whatever they had been doing. The families had left me five gold coins on the kitchen table – one for turning up and one for each of the four girls from age eighteen up. Four girls who had never had sex – more than I would usually find in a household, but maybe some of them had been passed over before and were well into their twenties.
One girl was reading, one was sewing and one was picking flowers just outside the back door. One I had not yet found, but that might just be that I'd missed a room. Or maybe, she had taken fright and retreated to join her family. That was not my concern – it was up to her parents to have her here. Maybe she had often avoided being serviced, and hence the unusually large number of nubile girls.
As per custom, I just wandered by the girls, and they paid me no noticeable attention. However, I knew my pheromones were spreading, arousing each of them.
I did not know if I could, or even would, service all of them. I had so much more stamina since the plague had mutated me, but even I needed time to recover after having sex. If I was not aroused, I might even only be able to do it once. If I did not like the look of a girl, I would pass over them. It was my prerogative, although I would only take the number of coins matching the number of nubile girls I had serviced.
Eventually, I was ready. I walked into one of the lounge rooms, where a girl was reading. She had black skin and long curly black hair. Clearly, her ancestry was largely African, which made her unusual in Australia.
I stood in front of her, as she sat in a beanbag on the floor. "Stand up," I said to her.
I admired her body. She wore a blue dress, but it was tight enough that I could see her full breasts and wide hips. She looked soft, with a fair bit of padding, but not fat.
She looked at me nervously.
"Take off your clothes," I said.
I knew that by now, standing so close to me, her beating heart would be pumping my pheromones through her blood stream. Her cunt would be literally dripping, and she would greatly desire me.
She slipped off the dress, showing her soft, black skin. She removed her bra, revealing her full breasts, with tightening nipples, which were exceedingly dark. I admired how her breasts hung down, as she bent forward to remove her panties, revealing her lush black pubic hair. Then she straightened up again, in front of me.
"I am going to make you into a woman," I said. "Do you look forward to that?"
"Yes," she said, almost too quiet to be heard. That was the first word she had said to me.
"Turn around," I said.
She turned to face away from me. I ran my eyes up and down her back. Those beautiful wide hips and a large fat bum to match her full breasts.
I stepped out of my flip flops, pulled off my t-shirt, slipped off my jeans and removed my underpants. An exceedingly casual outfit, but easy to remove.
I stepped towards her, pressing the front of me against her back, with my hard cock between her bum cheeks. I kissed the side of her neck and ran my hands around to clasp those beautiful large breasts.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Lucy," she replied.
"Well Lucy," I said, "I'm going to lay you down over that beanbag, and I'm going to mount you from behind. Then I'm going to shove my large cock into your moist cunt and do my best to impregnate you. Do you like the sound of that?"
I could feel Lucy breathing deeper and quicker. She was getting sweaty and her nipples were rock hard. It used to be that virgin girls found it painful to have sex the first time. But nowadays, those like me made it easy. The pheromones would drive her crazy, I would slide in easily, and the breaking of the hymen would be pain free – or at least free of any pain that she would remember.
"Yes, my lord," she said, "make me yours."
I pushed her forward onto the beanbag. This wasn't my usual position, but it was what I felt like. I knelt down between her legs, and hefted her hips up. She drew her knees forward to hold her bum in the air, and I thrust my cock into her cunt, slowly but firmly. I wrapped my arms around her beautiful, nubile young body, and started thrusting, hard and fast. She started to squeal in pleasure and I could feel my excitement building. She squealed louder and louder, then screamed in ecstasy as she reached climax. I let myself go and my throbbing cock pumped my semen into her.
I lay on her spent, but gently kissed the back of her neck.
"I hope you're pregnant," I whispered into her ear.
"Yes, I do too," she replied.
We just lay there, while I recovered. She was probably wondering what to do next, but I said nothing, figuring that she would wait for my cue. I was enjoying the soft feel of her under my body. Eventually, I felt a twitch in my cock. I got up, put on my underpants, and wandered off without a word.
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The plague had changed everything.
For a start it has killed off over 99% of the world's population, in the space of two years. Civilisation had in most respects collapsed, but people lived on, cities become villages.
It was only gradually that the changes to people were observed. Girls menstruated later and fertility decreased. Men also found it harder to get erections. After a while, they found it impossible, unless a fertile woman took a sexual interest in them. But some men, like me, were different. We could still easily get aroused, and when we did, whatever woman we were aroused by found herself exceedingly aroused. After some time, it was discovered that if we had sex with a nubile girl, she would become fertile.
Someone in the now distant USA, who still had access to some technology, did some genetic analysis and attributed it to pheromones. People had always been susceptible to pheromones, but the impacts had always been subtle – now they were fundamental to sex.
It appears that the plague had originated in a laboratory. Someone was experimenting on identifying genes responsible for pheromones, and engineered a virus that could duplicate the relevant genes. Who knows what application they saw for this, but the virus mutated and escaped. Those that it did not kill, it altered, and the new genetic makeup was enhanced in the next generation of people.
I was in my mid-fifties when the plague spread. After I recovered from it, I was reinvigorated. Over the next decade, I grew fitter and physically younger – until I was physically less than forty, rather than my then mid-sixties. Although several decades have passed since then, I have not aged.
My sort could have easily have become slaves, locked away, and only brought out to service nubile girls as required. However, as the changes that made our services necessary happened gradually, we managed to achieve an esteemed place in society, paid for our services and known as 'lords'.
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