The Way Things Are [Futa/F, Huge Size, Excessive Cum, New World Order]

Zsere stretched, yawning, and reached up a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes. The blankets and sheets were scattered around her body and, she reflected in the morning light filtering through the blinds, probably needed a wash soon.

She sighed, not wanting to get up. She shifted her leg, feeling one of her enormous testicles roll off onto the mattress, grimacing as sensation flooded back into her thigh. Tallo always warned her about letting her parts cut off her circulation, but it wasn't as if she could do anything about it while she was asleep. It's just the way things are.

She sat up, stretching more, her legs splaying further around the huge mass of her scrotum and the thick stem of her cock drooping across it. She gathered them up in her hands, swinging her legs off the bed and gently lowering them between her thighs, before reaching for her tablet on the bedside table.

This was a rare morning, one when she didn't have morning wood. It was kind of nice to just wake up gradually every once in a while instead of having to stumble around the house with her enormous erection bobbing to and fro, desperately searching for one of her harem-mates.

She brought up the morning news. The Greater London Gazette it proclaimed, 21st January, 2473. She hadn't been born in Greater London, but her mother had moved them there when Zsere was 14, when the Council had made her a better offer of support for Zsere than the Sydbourne Commonwealth, which produced far more than its fair share of hypers.

Her mother had always considered Zsere her ticket to comfort, when her industry was phased out back in the fifties and she'd been made redundant. She never quite gotten over the destruction of broadcast TV for DigiNet. She'd managed to get pregnant just beforehand, and nine worried months living on the dwindling redundancy payment later she was overjoyed to find her daughter was a hermaphrodite.

Zsere hadn't really had a regular education, since it wasn't as if hermaphrodites would ever have to worry about getting a job. She'd been allowed to read whatever she liked, though, and that tended to be history, especially the history of her breed.

Humanity used to have two genders; normal women and a strange sort of person called "men." Zsere remembered asking her mother why those weird-looking hairy herms in the books didn't have any boobs. Sometime in the late 21st century, though, they started disappearing. Men used to be born as often as women, but the rates started shifting in favour of women to the point where only one man was being born for every ten, fifty, a hundred women. The Global Parliament hadn't had any power at that time, though, so they weren't able to get the world to do anything about it until it was almost too late.

2102 marked the Shift; the first year no men were born. None the year after that, either. One man was born in 2104, but after that, nothing but women.

The first Global Parliament convened over the threat to the ongoing existence of humanity. A bioresearch lab in the Sydbourne Commonwealth (then called "Australia") brought what they said was the solution forward to the Parliament; a highly infectious airborne virus that would genetically engineer a small but significant number of women into being able to procreate.

They'd rejected it, of course. It was dangerous. It was insane. Genetic engineering was well-trodden ground at that point, but never on that sort of scale. It would take over a decade of human testing. After months upon months with no forthcoming solutions, with the lab bringing their results back every single sitting and rejected every time, they decided to take it into their own hands for the future of society.

The Virus was unleashed without much fanfare in the summer of 2105. It was subtle. It wove its genetic magic through inheritance. It was virulent, too; doctors were picking up traces of the odd virus halfway across the planet within months. By the time the Parliament had realised what was happening, it was too late.

It seemed to work, at least at first. Roughly one in six new children born to those infected were born with seemingly-functional male genitals above their female. The doctors responsible accepted surreptitious praise from their jail cells. It seemed like humanity was going to be able to continue on at last.

Zsere stood up, grimacing as the weight of her sack dropped down to her knees. The foot-long length of her flaccid dick followed. It was a stark reminder to her that things didn't always go as planned.

She carefully padded over to her dresser, grabbing out one of her ball-bras, an astonishing counter-levered contraption

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