Day Five

By day five most men couldn’t be differentiated from their coed counterparts. Press conferences were filled with angry, scared shouting from fembois in ill fitting clothing, sleeves rolled up or shirts too loose, especially around the shoulders. Although some men were deeply conflicted with the loss of their outward masculinity when they noticed a huge benefit. Namely the one between their legs.

Amazons and bimbos were quietly removed from positions of power when it was discovered that they wouldn’t actually be able to do any job which required any level of decision making ability. Though, Tom was quite pleased that his favorite news anchor had been allowed to keep her job stumbling her way through reading the daily news, her new assets barely contained under what was surely a studio approved top and jacket. She’d stop every few sentences to pose or make a face. Or lick the inside of her own mouth, with an almost perverse amount of glee.

Then came the announcement that the census would be given a specialty cycle, and that new questions would be added to catalog the changes to the population at large. Officials asked that citizens answered honestly so that the full extent of the changes could be properly understood.

Tom was having too much fun, and decided to crank up the pressure even more.

"Anna, could we make the other categories more obedient to the alphas? Make them hornier whenever they're near one?"

"Stimulation directly administered to the temporal lobe could be used to stimulate arousal and trigger the release of chemicals in the brain that increases feelings of submissiveness. Proximity to the alpha physiology will trigger that stimulation will increase arousal. Close, continued proximity will compound the effectiveness."

"Good. Do it."

"Changes will be completed in (4) hours."

Tom checked in on his across the hall neighbors frequently. Everytime it was Molly who answered the door, and every time she was drenched in sweat, her extra weight literally melting away. She was polite but each time she saw his body a flash of surprise appeared on her face. He would often hear an almost drunken giggling coming from deeper into the apartment.

Sam wasn’t having a good time either. It seemed like every comment he made was met with a sharp word or an interrupting non sequitur from Jen. She was mean, bordering on cruel and nasty, only stopping when Tom told her to cut it out. Tom was a different story and every minute spent in the apartment with him was beginning to feel a lot like ****, as her thoughts inevitably drifted towards holding him down and making him cum, not that she was sure that she could even if she wanted too. Tom was massive and built like a linebacker. He ate three times as much as the rest of them and supplies were running low. More likely he’d end up bending me over and fucking my brains out. She thought biting her lip.

Alice had stopped wearing bras. She just couldn’t handle it. Not only were her tits so much more sensitive, they were huge now, like, pornstar huge, but without any trace of sag, as if they were unaffected by gravity itself. She took a shower and came just from the sensation of flowing water across her breasts. She spent the morning fondling herself to completion until she turned the water off with a contented sigh.

Tom’s eating habits were catching up with them though. They would need to make a supply run.