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The contents of this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any actual persons is strictly accidental. Description of sexual activity involving underage persons is also entirely fictional and depicts consentual acts in a fictional environment in which laws have been changed to reflect fictionally changed societal mores. The author in discourages and does not condone unlawful and/or nonconsentual sexual activity.
Enlargement chapter 5: Five Years Later
The total GID conversion of humanity had, of course, huge societal implications.
The nearly 100% divorce rate had of course immediately overwhelmed all the divorce courts. Only a few religious radicals tried to remain married to opposite gender spouses after Phase 4, and even most of them gave up fairly quickly. The public at large tended to look on them with derision and pity, as if viewing someone who is obviously slightly insane but not harmfully so. Breakups were less acrimonious than would otherwise have been expected, since couples didn't have any particular reason to hate each other, they just suddenly found themselves no longer attracted to each other. Many formerly married couples managed to remain friends.
Most governments fairly quickly decided that the only reasonable reaction was to declare that all heterosexual marriages were now legally ended, and start setting up special laws and agencies to provide legal assistance to formerly married couples in separating their posessions, finances, and homes. Relocation bureaus helped match prospective roommates for temporary residence until people could select permenent residences. Women tended to spend a few weeks or months getting to know a lot of people, then make some choices and settle down. Men tended to just settle in wherever they were placed and stay for at least a few years: if they weren't having regular sex with their roommates, when they weren't at work they were probably too busy having sex with someone (or many someones) else to actually see enough of their roommates to care who the roommates were.
It soon became clear that new types of housing were required. Women seemed to want fairly traditional houses with an increased number of full size bedrooms, and tended to set up house in little communal arrangements of several devoted couples. However, this tended to require modification of existing houses to add bedrooms or enlarge existing ones. Men seemed to be drifting toward wanting simple, spartan quarters with a number of small individual mens' bedrooms for storing clothes and personal items and a small bed for the rare times they wanted or needed to sleep and do so alone, and a few shared rooms for cooking, eating, TV (usually only used for news these days since there were more fun things to do with free time), and a nice big, padded, easily cleaned room for group (or paired off) sex.
These architectural changes required a lot of construction work. Meanwhile, some other industries, like movies and TV, were suffering rather badly from lack of mens' interest, and some, like porn and condom manufacturers, were basically closing entirely. This created a flow of available workers onto the market. Recognizing the need for, essentially, reworking all existing housing to meet new demand, construction unions took on and trained many new members, and government housing bureaus tended to supply plenty of construction contracts to help individuals set up appropriate housing for their new lifestyles. Of course, this meant that taxes rose temporarily, but since almost everyone was moving toward group housing, cost of living actually dropped.
It had been one year since the group house had been built and Steve and all his buddies and all their buddies had moved in. At 137 men, it was the largest mens' home in their rural town. Steve was often one of the first home, as the insurance brokerage he worked for was only a few miles down the road. Ditching his suit in his room - little more than a closet with a twin bed, really - he strolled toward the kitchen, wearing only a light wrap designed to hold his Cock up off the floor and keep him clean during cooking. Being one of the first home, he often helped out with the cooking. After all, the sooner dinner was cooked and eaten, the sooner everyone got to the playroom.
Dinner for 137 plus invited guests was actually pretty easy, since it was a nightly event: the house had simply bought a complete set of industrial kitchen equipment. So, between equipment and manpower, it was just as quick and easy for them to make a dozen pans of lasagna, pots of spaghetti, trays of steaks, or anything else as it would be for any old-style household to make dinner for 6... perhaps easier. The House Elder was a formerly retired three star chef - a lucky catch for them - and the house members had decided that even though he was perfectly able to return to work thanks to GID, he should be able to his days off and enjoy his golden years. He, in turn, loved to plan meals - much easier than running a restaurant because he didn't have to make a different dish for every man - and exercise his creativity in the kitchen. His usual procedure was to get the meal started and then hand off the work to volunteers as they came home and drifted into the kitchen. So, as Steve walked in, he got put to work saucing pork ribs, which someone else then put on the grill. In about 15 minutes his part of the work was done and he was sent off with thanks. He popped back to his room to ditch the wrap he was wearing and, Cock in hand, went to the TV room to catch the evening news.
He ended up on one of the sofas with a few buddies, with their legs all tangled together, slowly jacking each other's cocks... jacking together was fun, and probably as intense as it should get before dinner: fucking before dinner was socially acceptable now, of course, but most guys got to feel frustrated if they had to stop fucking to go eat, so best not to start that until they'd eaten. The news was kinda boring... this and that war had officially come to an end by treeaty after fighting had actually ended five years ago, a religious womens' group was trying to ban the weekend sex festivals in the park but the police and city council had told them that trying to ban men from having sex was like trying to ban men from breathing but that perhaps some womens' parks could be created, a company had just released a new wheeled product designed to help dwarves and other little people carry around their giant Cock, now often almost as long as they were tall, and there was a bill in the state legislature to double funding for schools. That's good, Steve approved of good schools. Damn these guys next to him had nice legs, and they were good at jacking him too. But, the dinner bell sounded, and everyone got up to pull something back on to keep clean during dinner.
Dinner was delicious as always. Some guys who had arrived too late to help out with the cooking were collecting the dishes to put them in the dishwashers - the pots and pans were already being cleaned while everyone ate - and everyone else went to the playroom, dumping their wraps in a barrel by the door. All clothes in the house were labeled, some guys would dump them in the big industrial laundry machines the house owned before leaving for work in the morning, and they'd be distributed to their owners' rooms by other volunteers in the late afternoon during the cooking.
The biggest room of the house, it had an inflatable padded floor with a waterproof surface, sloping gently to one side where there were drains all along the wall, sprinklers on the ceiling, and a plastic curtain that could cover the door. Each morning after everyone left the playroom for the big gang showers to enjoy humping away for half an hour while covered with soap, the playroom would be set to its self-cleaning cycle, which would wash away all the cum splattered everywhere from the previous night's sex. Even though cum was now desirable and delicious to all men, inevitably with so much of it being shot so often spots of it would slowly get all over the floor, so it was important the playroom be cleaned daily, and of course it was easiest to build it to be self-cleaning.
The house also had quite a few fuck chairs for the playroom, designed to support two men as one rode the other's Cock, but they were in the big playroom closet tonight: it was wednesday, which was lights-out night in this house, so there would be no furniture to trip over in the playroom. The floor would start out deflated so the men could fuck standing up, and after three hours would be inflated so they could fuck laying down.
A few guys had already paired off with a special favorite lover or two or three and formed small groups in the far corner, already starting to fuck, but most guys were just milling about, slowly jacking. A minute or two later, the last of the men in the house arrived in the room and touched some controls by the door, which lowered the lights throughout the house to a dim glow, lowered the house heat in the common areas to save energy, closed the door on the playroom, and turned up the playroom heat slightly. While the heat of 137 bodies would mostly keep the fairly heavily insulated and windowless playroom warm, it was best to ensure nobody would have to deal with heat during the night. The alarm for the next morning was set, and the lights of the playroom went out, plunging the men into pitch darkness.
The house rule for lights-out night was, if you want to have sex with anyone in particular, you pair off with them before the lights go out and go play in the opposite corner, or go take them to your room for the night. Everyone else was to mill about in the crowd for a few minutes so you wouldn't have any idea who was around you, and then when he felt ready the House Elder would give the signal to start fucking. Steve found this procedure to be incredibly sexy as the crowd moved around, touching each other, and he felt a hairy pec... a muscled arm... a big hand sliding across his ass... a shoulder brushes against his chest, and its owner pauses to lick his nipple before moving on... a Cock slides all the way across his chest, its owner shoving a tongue into his mouth on the way by... someone's furry ass bumps into his... and the voice of the House Elder calls out "Commence fucking!"
Reaching out to feel around him, Steve found an ass just to his right, so he backed up slightly to give him room to guide the head of his Cock into it. Slowly he buried himself in the ass to the hilt, and as the throbbing and tightness of the hot ass began to try to milk him of his cream he reached down to feel who he was fucking... hmm, smooth, slim, nice muscled arms... could be a number of the men in the house. Could also, in fact, be his own 17 year old son Jason, which added to the thrill. They'd never actually found themselves lost in fucking with each other when the lights came up in the morning after a lights-out night, but he supposed that as long as they stayed in the same group house it would eventually happen someday, and for that matter they'd almost certainly jacked off, humped, licked, felt each other up, maybe even fucked in the anonymous dark at some time already... but without proof, they didn't need to consider it: many guys liked lights-out night entirely because it was a crowd of anonymous, nameless bodies to use and be used by, so it was socially accepted that anyone who didn't identify himself in the dark wasn't to be assumed to be anyone in particular. Whoever it was Steve was fucking, his ass was tight and hot and throbbed and squeezed and sent waves of happiness through Steve. Steve was particularly loving this one, he was really an amazing fuck.
Behind him, a hand brushed by, felt his ass, and whoever it was turned and began sliding his Cock into Steve's ass. Steve loved the feeling of it sliding in, filling him up, making him complete. Mmm, this one had a slight twist to the left... GID didn't introduce any turning or curving into the Cock when it made it enormous, but if there was any there already it perpetuated it, so this top's Cock twisted slightly along its length. Hmm. Not too many guys in the house had a Cock like that... and this man was actually fucking him, not just burying the Cock in him and letting the Cock and ass do their magic, as most guys did...
"Yeah man, take it..." the top whispered in Steve's ear... "I love to fuck you, you're so tight" and a chuckle. Yes, it must be Scott. Blond, smooth, with a beautifully muscled chest and a happy, boyish face, Scott was one of the men who Steve was most attracted to in the group house. Of course, Scott was one of the men who everyone else was most attracted to in the group house as well, so he generally had his choice of sex partners for the night. Come to think of it though, Steve had had Scott's Cock buried in him fairly often lately... and it felt soooo gooooooood... "I knew it was you from the fur on your ass," Scott said, "it feels different from all the other guys."
Steve's head reeled from the ecstasy of having his Cock buried in the ass of the unknown guy in front of him, and Scott's Cock fucking deep inside him. The pleasure was too intense, he was soon lost to rational thought for a while, not from drugs yet - the house rule was, no poppers for the first hour and a half of sex - but just from being overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure rushing through his body. His cock being squeezed and massaged and milked by the ass in front of him, so tight and hot, perhaps the best ass he'd fucked yet... his nipples and chest brushing against the soft smooth skin of the unknown man's back... his arms wrapped around the man's slim form and his hands moving over the unknown man's muscled chest, feeling his six-pack and fondling his nipples and wondering if it was Jason and yet glad he didn't know... and from behind, Scott's beautiful, muscled arms wrapped around him and fondling his chest... Scott's Cock pounding the inside of his ass... and Scott's breath, hot on the back of his neck.
He came several times, felt Scott cum inside of him several times, felt the tight squeeze on his Cock as the guy he was fucking came several times, and lost track of time until there was a soft tone, and a minute later bottles of poppers were being handed around, so it must be an hour and a half now. Someone nudged his arm and handed him one, and he felt Scott take one hand off of his chest to take one too. Quickly, before Scott could get any ideas, Steve decided he had to know about the guy he was fucking, so he opened the bottle he had taken and put it in the nose of the guy on his Cock. "Yeeessssssss," he heard the guy hiss, as the guy snorted a hit... two... threee... and then the guy moaned slightly. The guy would be good and stupid by now. Jason had a small mole behind his left ear, and if it was him Steve didn't want him to remember feeling as Steve touched to see if it was there... and it was. Oh my god, he was fucking his own son. He felt it was wrong, but yet they had both understood it was possible when Jason chose to join the mens' house with him, and at the same time it was exciting precisely because it was taboo, slightly so even now after GID had transformed the men of Earth.
He wondered if he should pull his Cock out of his son's hot tight ass, and push the boy away so he wouldn't find his father fucking him in the morning, but Scott chose that moment to shove a bottle of poppers in his nose, and just as he was inhaling no less, so he didn't get to stop to think before snorting in a hit. "I want to talk to you in the morning," Scott whispered in his ear as Steve exhaled his first hit, "because I've had my eye on you for a year now, and I've got a crush on you. I think you like me too, and I'd like us to be primary lovers. Don't worry about it now. Let the poppers take you. We'll talk in the morning..." and at that, Steve's mind gave way as the pounding and pressure of the poppers took him over for the night. Scott took a few moments to savor the feeling of fucking this man he felt he might be in love with, wondering in amazement that only a few years ago he had a young wife but now she seemed a million miles away and this hairy man was the center of his world. Remarkable. He put the bottle to his nose and inhaled deeply, enjoying the feelings of losing control. As he felt himself slipping away completely to the thrall of the sex and the drug, he put the cap back on the bottle, put his arms around Steve, and rested his head against Steve's back.
In the morning, the lights would come up, the men would come down from their high, and they'd go to the gang showers to soap up and hump before preparing breakfast. And Steve would have a lot to think about.
Human reproduction was now a more complicated issue, as men and women no longer desired each other and, anyway, their anatomy would no longer fit each other. While a few more totalitarian governments toyed unsuccessfully with trying to force sperm donations and paternity, most had to accept that men only wanted fatherhood on their terms. More agencies were set up to help match up people of opposite genders who wanted children, but this didn't work out too well either at first. In the end, it was determined that people not only had to be able to determine if they wanted children, but the terms on which they wanted them. Some people wanted to reproduce but then only have occasional visits with their child. Other people wanted to be a full time parent. Some were willing to reside near or in the same building with the other parent of their child. Others wanted to live separately and have a time-sharing arrangement over the child. A few even were willing to donate sperm or give birth, but only with no strings attached. Laws had to be changed to allow parenting contracts specifying exactly what rights and responsibilities regarding the future child the opposite gender people would have, allowing people more flexibility in their reproductive choices. Agreements including the stipulation "if it's a boy the father will take custody, if it's a girl the mother will take custody" were common, although not universal. To encourage further procreation, laws were also created allowing men and women to choose to have a baby but accept no responsibility, with the child being raised communally in a public care center, and the parents only having visits when they wanted to. Parents having children in this manner could later choose to accept responsibility for the care of their child, and many did, but it was a useful way of encouraging people to make a genetic contribution to the species who otherwise didn't want the trouble of caring for an infant.
Upon reaching puberty, boys would undergo the full GID changes within a day, which was of couse quite an intense experience for a boy to have as he went from a small endowment between his legs and no particular sexual interests to having an enormous piece of man meat and an uncontrollable desire for men within hours. It became the new male rite of passage, and when the changes set in a boy's male family members and a few of their friends would usually turn the day into a party for him. Teen sons of family friends, and/or the boy's friends who had already undergone puberty, would volunteer to take turns satisfying his suddenly uncontrollable sexual desires, which were particularly insatiable for the first week or so. Also at this time, if the boy had been living with his mother, that arrangement would now be, in practice and legally, over, since he would find it overly sexually frustrating to live with his new libido in a mostly female environment, and they probably wouldn't enjoy having an overly randy teen boy around much either. He would therafter see his mother for short but cordial frequent visits. If his father had agreed to provide housing to the boy in his teen years as part of the paternity contract, or had since become willing to provide housing to the boy anyway, and the boy wanted to, he could join the father's living group. If not, he would join a teen boys' group home.
Tom was 11 and slightly pudgy. Everyone knew puberty could hit that early, they'd learned it two years ago in their health class lessons on the changes their bodies would be undergoing soon, but he didn't expect he'd be the slightly early one. But, as he ran through the playground with his buddies during recess, he started feeling tinglings in his privates and a tightness to his underwear. He'd been cautioned very strongly that he should report this immediately, so he did and the teacher sent him to the school nurse. The nurse asked him to drop his drawers, and with one glance he smiled and told Tom to sit down and enjoy, today was his puberty day and he'd be having a party. Tom was a little bit frightened - you know the stories the other boys tell, of course, about cocks that never stop growing, or asses that get big enough to take a car - but the nurse seemed so relaxed and happy as he called Tom's parents, Tom felt slightly reassured. His parents dropped everything and quickly arrived at school, his dad first to give him a hug and congratulate him, followed by his mom. She was a little sad that he wouldn't be staying with her any more, but put on a happy face and gave him a big kiss on the cheek as she congratulated him as well, reminding him that while he'd be staying with his dad now, she'd see him several times a week as soon as Puberty had passed, and he could call her any time. His dad told him to just take the pants all the way off, they'd get him new ones later... Tom looked down and saw that his dick wouldn't fit into his undies any more anyway, and come to think of it the extra weight on his belly was disappearing rapidly. With that they took him outside and put him in his dad's car. He watched as his parents talked for a moment and hugged - they'd stayed close friends after GID broke up their marriage - and then his dad drove him to his new home at the mens' home. He'd been there before, but only for pizza and videos on saturday afternoons when the weather was bad.
"I called your older friends' parents on the way to the school," his dad explained, "so they'll be arriving shortly after us. Don't you worry about a thing. Uncle Richard is getting food now, too." It hadn't occurred to Tom to worry about food or who was showing up, he was more concerned about what he would look like, what he would feel... what he would BE when GID was done altering him into, well, whatever it was that post-pubescent boys were these days. A couple of his slightly older friends and their older brothers, not more than a couple years older than him, had undergone the change already and they had become strange, incomprehensible beings, always staring at each other and the other boys around their age with funny little grins, always rushing home to their mens' homes or teen boys' homes after school instead of staying to play sports... and those cocks, those huge cocks, he couldn't understand how they could live with those, they seemed like such an inconvenience. Now he'd have to find out. His own had already grown substantially and was giving him squirmy feelings he felt a growing desire to somehow relieve.
As they entered the mens' home, a man he didn't know approached to tell them they could use playroom 3 for as long as they wanted. Tom didn't know the man, but couldn't help noticing his nice muscular chest, covered with thick brown fur that Tom longed to bury his face in and lick the man's nipples... whoa, where had that come from? He'd never thought about anything like that before... and the man noticed Tom noticing him, and smiled as Tom and his dad left for the playroom.
In the playroom, his dad guided Tom to a special soft chair designed for sex, one of many new pieces of furniture designed for the purpose in the last few years. This one would allow him to relax and recline slightly while spreading his legs to expose his dick and ass. His dad helped him find a comfortable position in the chair, relieved him of his remaining clothes, and got a bottle of lube from a shelf, squirting a small blob onto Tom's growing dick and suggesting Tom could stroke it until his friends arrived. Tom was reluctant, but with his father's calm encouragement he began to stroke, and felt so much better as he realized he'd needed to do this for hours. He felt a little embarassed doing this in front of anyone, but his father kept looking into his eyes and telling him to relax and enjoy it, everything would be fine.
"Uncle" Richard, formerly his dad's best buddy from college and now his dad's primary lover, came in with an armload of stuff, and congratulated him on his Puberty as he set up a small folding table next to Tom's chair and began to set out food. At the sight of potato chips, ice cream, fruit, and meat, Tom suddenly felt ravenous and started to reach for food. "No," his father told him, "that's our job. You just sit back and enjoy yourself, tell us what you want and we'll feed you." And with that, they sat down around him and stuffed him with anything he wanted as he sat back and stroked his growing cock. He'd need lots of food to fuel not only himself, but also the nanobots which would be changing his body, constructing muscle and Cock for him at a furious pace in the coming hours.
Just as he was finally starting to feel - at least for the moment - full, a shout of "TOM!" went up as his friends Chris and Mike tumbled happily into the room. They were friends from school, and despite that they were a year older than him, the three of them had always been inseparable until, within the last few months, Chris and Mike had each had their Puberty. As it happened, each had stopped hanging out after school and on weekends, and Tom was feeling very left out, confused by their behavior, and a bit scared of this Puberty thing that would make people change so much.
As the boys stripped, Dad and Richard excused themselves to leave the three alone for a while, making sure Tom knew they'd be checking in regularly to make sure he was staying fed.
Chris and Mike seated themselves straddling Tom's legs, with their massive cocks resting on his shoulders, and began stroking his growing cock for him. It wasn't that Tom was exactly surprised by this - after all, he knew from his lessons in school that they were here to help him through Puberty by having sex with him to satisfy his soon-to-be insatiable desires - but having never before been actually touched sexually, it was an unaccustomed feeling to have two giant throbbing cocks resting on his shoulders, two hands stroking his cock and balls for him, and his two best friends sitting naked in his lap smiling down at him. Funny how he'd never noticed how perfectly beautiful their faces and chests were before... he found himself reaching up to touch their nippes as they leaned in to put their arms around him and each other so they could hump their cocks together. As their tongues came together in their first joint kiss as a trio, he realized that Puberty was going to be all right: it wasn't just that they'd soon be united by their cocks impaling him and his them, but rather that they'd always been united by their friendship, and now that they would come together in unimaginable pleasure every night, they always would be. Chris and Mike would have to go back to school in the morning, and other boys would take shifts being excused from school to keep Tom occupied during the days for the next week while his out-of-control sexual desires held control of him, but he knew that every night Chris and Mike would be with him, and he'd be spending his nights in their arms for as long as they lived.
Outside the room, all three boys' dads stepped away from the door they'd been peering in, and there was much shaking of hands and patting of backs. Clearly the boys' bond was going to last. They had an hour before Tom's dad and "uncle" needed to be back to make sure Tom was keeping himself fed for the transformation... just enough time to start a little bit of male bonding between the fathers... in playroom 2.
It soon became clear that the birth rate would never be the same as what it was before, although it eventually stabilized at a high enough level to ensure the continuity of humanity. No one was ever sure if this had been designed into the nanobots to ensure the perpetuation of the species, or a lucky accident. The Engineer had not revealed himself and attempts to determine the origin of GID hadn't been able to narrow it down further than "the New York area", so he wasn't telling.
This would create, for eight to ten decades, a relatively high ratio of older to younger people. Fortunately, thanks to the health-maintenance aspects of GID, older people now tended to be able to be active and productive until they experienced a fairly sudden, relatively painless death with no lingering suffering, so they didn't require much of the massive family or public expendatures on health care to maintain the elderly that were previously required.
As their bodies were now visually rejuvinated by GID, the elderly no longer appeared as unattractive, wrinkled old prunes, but rather as dignified, handsome, fit, attractive members of society who just happened to be older and have more experience. The elderly were, therefore, generally welcomed into living groups as a kind of "senior member" and found themselves enjoying sexual adventures they had thought were long past them.
Grandpa was getting ready to cum. Waves of intense pleasure crashed through him as his cock was squeezed and massaged by the incredible tight ass of the boy riding it. The boy was 18, the youngest member of the household, having just joined the living group two weeks ago upon departing a teen boys' group residence shortly after his high school graduation. Grandpa was 78, but had the body of a well worked-out 25 year old, except with soft grey body hair instead of brown, weathered-looking skin, and a distinguished, rather than youthful face. Overall it made him an imposing, and much admired, figure to look at, and the boy was very eager about servicing his elders in the playroom, so grandpa didn't mind that the boy was actually younger than his own grandsons.
The moment finally came, and he moaned loudly in almost a scream of continuous pleasure as he rode the wave of orgasm, which took longer than he'd ever known before as he felt his massive load of cum pumped all the way up the length of his huge tool and erupt into the boy's ass. As the last of it was deposited and he felt his cock soften in the boy for the 30 or 40 seconds of downtime it would get between fucks, he heaved in his breath, breaking away for a moment from the lips of the frantically kissing boy in his lap. God, the boy was beautiful. Everything a man could want in a boy to play with, he was slim and boyish of figure yet just muscled enough to have a little definition, with soft skin that looked smooth and creamy, and firey red hair gently spiked on his head. So beautiful... so fuckable... and grandpa felt himself hardening again inside the boy, and at the feeling of it the boy shot his load in their faces. Fresh cum... it smelled soooooo gooooood, and they both licked it up eagerly. He remembered once thinking his own cum smelled bad when he stroked off, back when he had a wife and had stopped having sex because as they'd grown old she lost interest, and couldn't imagine how he could ever have thought that. Mmm, the boy was already getting hard again from the two of them licking at his cockhead. Nice.
Other members of the living group were drifting into the playroom, smiling as they saw him gently fucking the boy as the boy's ass worked its magic. Several paused to kiss him and/or the boy deeply on their way into the room. Some were already pairing up to fuck, others were just hugging and humping together with several men, waiting for the rest to arrive. Frank was away on a business trip for the week, no doubt spending his nights with his ass filled with the cocks of all the men in the transient mens' sex club if he hadn't been taken home by one of his clients first. Jack had brought home a coworker to play for the night, who was already starting to fuck him. Grandpa felt a goateed face kissing his lower back, knew that Alex had arrived, and with a smile he moved to a kneeling position - with a moment's happy thought that his arthtiris was gone, allowing him to do it - so he could be entered as he continued fucking the boy.
Alex moved away for a moment to set the alarm on the wall to have them all conscious by 7am, and pushed the buttons. The curtain closed over the doorway, and a device in the ceiling hissed poppers into the air of the room. How had he managed to live 73 years without discovering poppers before GID came along? He loved the feeling of the gas taking him, as he breathed in hit after hit and it forced all thought out of his mind, leaving him a happy animal, fucking a beautiful boy as an enormous cock slid into his own ass, filling him with endless sensations of pleasure and fulfillment. It was good to be the House Elder. Life had never been so good.
Large standing armies started to seem fairly useless. Men tended not to be very interested in fighting each other any more: strong disagreements tended to end in wild sex followed shortly by a compromise agreement and more wild sex. Also, the frequent battles over religion that had plagued the earth for thousands of years largely vanished as men tended to lose interest in religion in favor of obsessive interest in sex. The few male religions that cropped up were almost entirely flimsy excuses to worship cock, and then of course actually have "ritual" sex, and were largely a method of self-justification for men with emotional problems adjusting to their new desires, by allowing them to tell themselves they hadn't become gay so much as they had changed religion.
The Engineer's employer had, ironically, reassigned him to study the new bodily structures created by GID. As he had designed them in the first place, he could write out remarkably accurate "research" results... with just an appropriate margin of error added for realism... freeing up much more of his time on his own research work. He was working on plans for another series of nanobots. This batch wouldn't make obvious external changes. The engineer wanted to cure allergies, asthma, and cancer. While he was at it, he was unhappy about the decline in culinary standards among men: since men now mostly wanted to come home, wolf some food down, and then spend the rest of the night having sex, most men were moving toward bland, microwavable food, but the Engineer liked real food with real flavor. So, as an incentive to eat French food, men altered by the new line of nanobots would get very stoned on vichyssoise, and would find that meals containing a combination of butter, wine, and shallots would now be mildly hallucinogenic in a pleasant and erotic way. The Engineer felt pleased with this concept... It should get men interested in tastier food, followed by them getting even more stupid for the night and having lots of sex. Just what he always wanted.