Everyone was turned into Futanari.

The streets of Berk where in a panic. People where yelling at each other or at nothing. Some where chasing after each other to keep them from devolving into hysterics. People where clubbing each other with clubs and maces and fish. Vikings had few emotional filters, and when emotions got high, things got violent.

The strange thing about the crowd however was that Hiccup was having a hard time recognizing half of them. There was no man in sight. They were all women. Half of them Hiccup knew from the village, like Borgia and Bertha and Hildegard, Sophia and Lambia and Harriet. Even Astrid was out there, only she clearly wasn't as hysterical as the rest of them, her expression portraying more of a shocked bewilderment.

The rest of the mob he could not recognize, though his brain was telling him that he did know them.

The most tragic of all was that, in public, some of them were naked and were having sex. Woman on woman, mounting and thrusting. Some were being mounted and drilled like animals on all fours. Some where pinned to walls and thrusted against them. Cocks stuffed down half-naked women's throats. Women licking cunts and stroking the cocks that nested above them.

The women not under the affects of this... whatever it is, were doing everything they could to shield their children's eyes from this public debauchery. Vikings were normally used to public displays of affection (albeit sometimes with a sort of pissed-off aggression).

All of the women had cocks, just like him and Astrid. Even the women he did recognize

Hiccup suddenly realized that he and Astrid were not the only ones who were affected by the strange meteor. All of these strange women where originally the men of their tribe.

The entire village was enthralled by this strange affliction.