A Cure for MANkind
By Apollo
(http://apollostories.deviantart.com)
The President of the United States is escorted into his briefing room, and met by his scientific and Homeland Security advisors. “Gentleman, what’s the newest count?", the President asks with a grim tone. “Mr. President, the news is not good. According to the latest population demographic numbers, the male population is decreasing at an insanely high level. Last month there were 279,000 babies born in the US. Only 64,000 of them were male. But, at the same time, roughly 224,000 people died, and 170,000 of them were male. Basically, we’re losing 115,000 men every month, while the women are gaining 145,000. The numbers have roughly been the same for the past 3 years now. And it doesn’t look to be slowing down. I’m afraid of what the census numbers will tell us in 2 years”. The President looked away in disgust, while his advisors continued. “Call it Natural Selection, call it Winning The Battle of the Sexes, but women have been evolving into more dominant roles. Women have taken on more and more positions of strength in the nation. There’s never been more women who are the primary breadwinner in their homes. There’s never been more female CEOs of companies. Mr, President, you even almost lost your last election, battling against a female opponent. “The American Man, at least as we’ve know him for the past 200-plus years, is dying out.". “Mr. President”, uttered his military advisor, “we’ve got countries who are just chomping at the bit, ready to destroy this country, all because they see us as weak, now that there are so many women running this country. While we could probably still win a war, the losses would be catastrophic. Something must be done!". Turning back to the meeting table, the President spoke, “Well, what are our options?". Slowly, the chief scientific advisor stood, pulled out a flash drive, and inserted it into the wall-sized viewing system in the briefing room. He began to speak as a presentation began to play. “Mr. President, you comissioned us to begin working on a plan roughly 18 months ago. As you well know, we just couldn’t go around killing women. There’d be no way to wipe out enough at one time to make a difference without male collateral damage. We don’t have enough time to simply use the media to influence the next generations, not to mention there’d be to much counter-programming. But, we’ve been working on a new nanotechnical solution.". The scientist points to the screen. “We’ve developed a new syringe, that’s about as thick as a spider web, but as strong as your standard needle. Unfortunately, it has a quick dissolution rate, once it touches the chemicals in a person’s blood. But for our purposes it’s a great tool. I present to you the new drugs, named ELT-21, and TLT-39. These may be our solution. ELT-21 is a drug that re-writes the DNA of it’s patient. It’s designed to lower testosterone, boost estrogen, primarily. In many cases of women who are pre-menopausal, it will act as a second, more extreme puberty. Side effects also include a dulling of aggression, it increases their docility, and boosts their sex drive. And since these changes will be at the genetic level, they’ll be able to pass on these traits to a percentage of their children. And, the best of all, men are impervious to it. The TLT-39 on the other hand, boots a man’s testosterone in all men, while slightly increasing aggression, and sexual prowess. It also strengthens the Y-Chromosome in men, increasing their chances of having male children. And, best of all, women are unaffected by it. The changes should occur rather quickly, as innocuation only take 2-6 hours, and the best part of all, once it enters the blood stream, it mimics DNA, so the drug is unnoticable, and like I said before the needles dissovle when they touch blood.". The President sat there, unmoving, before speaking, “How would we distribute this to the country?". Another scientist stands up, “We can seed rain clouds with the needles. The needles are light enough to stay within a cloud until a rain burst. Then, they will fall onto the public with the rain. Any excess will just wash away with excess rain water into the gutters and sewers. “Well,” the President began to speak, while walking to the door of the briefing room, “let’s do it. Begin seeding clouds over 20 random cities. Mix up the populations and demographics, just to gave a good sample. We’ll then gauge the results and see if further steps need to be implemented. MANkind can’t wait much longer.”
“Oh, great! Peter, this is the last time I let you drag me out to one of your woodsy-photography session things! You drug me out here, in the woods, to take some pictures of grass and tree and bugs, and we get caught in a RAINSTORM! I’M DRENCHED!", Marla yelled at her boyfriend. Peter looked through fogged glasses at his steaming mad girlfriend sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He wanted to go take some nature photos for his photograph hobby, and he thought it would be a romantic trip for them to drive out to the country, take the pictures, and have a nice picnic lunch while out there. Never one to think things out fully, he forgot to check the forecast, otherwise he would have learned that there was a 65% chance of rain. When the sky broke and the rain poured down, the race to get back to the car seemed to take forever, and wasn’t helped by the fact that Peter had decided to set up his picnic so far away from the car. Marla and Peter couldn’t help but to be drenched, running back to the car. Marla was a typical city-girl, never spending any out of the city. She loved the hustle and bustle of people, and the noises of the city. Marla could be pretty affectionate at times, as long as it was on her terms. But, she could be meaner than mean, if her fuse was lit. She could be vindictive, demeaning, and out and out cruel. And now, Peter was going to be trapped in his hatchback with Marla, with her on her bad side, for the next 90 minutes. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into this!!!", griped Marla. “I was all ready to sit at home, and watch some reality TV, but noooooo, you wanted to come out to the damn woods and take pictures of trees!". “Marla, I’m sorry, I wanted to go out and do something romantic, you know, just the two of us”, Peter replied apologetically. “Romantic? ROMANTIC, Peter?!?! ‘Romantic’ would have been taking me to my favorite restauarant. ‘Romantic’ would be JEWELRY. ‘Romantic’ IS NOT dragging me to the woods, to possibly be killed by JASON-FRICKIN-VOORHEES! I suppose you’d like me to thank you for not getting me killed by Jason. But, instead I’ll die from pnemonia. I think I already have a fever, my skin feels hot!". As first glance Peter wanted to just curse Marla out, and tell her what she can do with her attitude, but just before he felt his emotion bubble over, he was able to pull himself back. He knew that arguing with Marla was a no-win situation. He decided to just to try to ignore her the best he could. Normally, she’d just storm out and come back when she wasn’t as mad. But, being confined in the car would put him to the test. Twenty-five minutes in, Marla was still grumbling and grousing, Peter was near his breaking point. He turned up the car radio hoping to drown Marla out. Noticing the volume, Marla quickly cut it off. “Oh, no. You’re gonna put up with all my mouth today, buddy!". Peter redoubled his focus to ignore her, his own anger increasing exponentially. Forty mintues in, Marla actually started punching Peter in the arm as he was driving, in-between her ridicules and rants. Peter needed some air, he couldn’t take much more. He pulled off the highway, into a rest stop. He parked the car, just as Marla reached back to pummel his arm again. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw her raring back. He turned quickly and caught her arm. Marla, slightly startled, tried to pull away, but Peter had a newfound strength that wouldn’t release his grip. “Now, LOOK! I love you Marla, but you need to fix this attitude you have RIGHT NOW! I’m not going to ride another hour with your running your damn mouth! You can just get out right now and walk your ass home if that’s the case!” Startled and somewhat excited, Marla quieted, and rubbed her wrist as Peter released it. Peter then exited the car, to use the restroom, leaving Marla alone in the car. “Damn, maybe I pushed a little too much, huh? I’ve never seen Peter so mad, so forceful.” She wiped the sweat from her brow. “Man, I’ve really got to do a better job with my mouth. He was really only trying to have a nice romantic picnic for us. And here I am, flipping out on him just because I got a little wet. I’ll definitely have to make it up to him” giggle. Peter returned to the car, his face still stern. “Peter...", Marla softly spoke. “I’m sorry. I want you to know that I appreciate you, and I love you, and I’m sorry that I was being such a bitch.” Marla began to speak in breathy overtones...“It won’t ever...happen...again...I’m sorry...oooh.". Peter’s stern expression was traded for one with concern as he heard the change in his girlfriend’s demanor. He watched her sitting there, with a tensed look on her face, as her eyelids were closed, slightly fluttering. She turned to face him, leaning herself up against the car door, her arms extended, as her breathing became irregular. Almost paralyzed with fear, Peter asked, “Marla! Are you okay!". “I’m...s-s-sorry...Peter”, is all Marla could say, as her brow was sheened in sweat. Peter took a hold of Marla’s left hand to try to steady her, when he noticed something. Her hand felt different. It felt more smooth, more dainty. Looking at it, he watched in amazement, as her fingernails began to lengthen right before his eyes. He looked over to her right hand on the dashboard, and watched the same thing happen, as her right hand gained more femininity. His eyes followed up her arms, as her normally “too-thin” arms gained a small amount of size, the perfect balance of fat and muscle. It seemed to be happening all over Marla, as her still wet T-Shirt seemed more snug on her frame, the wrinkles in her jeans being stretched smooth by her increase in size. Marla shivered as the sweat dripped from her face, her brow furroughed. That’s when Peter noticed her breasts...they were growing! Marla shifted in the seat, as her breasts ripened. Like a butterfly escaping a coccoon, Marla’s breasts began to assert themselves. Her former 34Bs were blossoming into a large C-cup. Peter watched with his mouth agape as her expanded nipples pertruded, heralding her new ripe teats. Peter’s fear began to abate as he began to feel turned on by watching this miraculous transformation. Peter had always loved Marla, but now there was an aggressive lust for her that he’d never felt before. As unnerving it was to watch this happen to his girlfriend, there was a vision in the back of his mind to take her by the throat and make the most passionate, animalistic love-making they’d ever had. And the more he watched his girlfriend in the throws of this metamorphosis, the more he couldn’t deny this yearning within him. With a new, more sly looked, he looked over to Marla’s face, and saw her normally short and neat hair begin to grow. He watched her lips plumpen slightly, as her jawline followed suit, filling out just a bit to frame her face perfectly. Marla gently grunted, expelling a last major breath. Peter watched has her chest heaved in what seemed one last spurt of growth, rounding into a more than healthy D/DD-Cup, the collar of her T-Shirt stretched, giving her that familiar valley of cleavage. As her breathing slowed, and her heart rate normalized, it seemed to be over. Marla still looked like Marla, but just a sexier, more “inviting” version. Marla’s eyes opened hazily, as she looked over to Peter, with a look that she needed consolation. Before she could utter a word, Peter gently pulled her close and held her. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise I won’t ever ever be such a bitch again”, purred Marla, her voice softened. “All I want to do is make you happy, is that okay, Peter?". Peter could feel Marla’s new bigger frame, and her new breasts and she held onto him tightly. Peter looked at himself in the rear view mirror. “Yes things are going to change”, he thought to himself, as he looked as his gentle 5 o’clock shadow in the reflection. “Don’t worry Marla, I’m here to take care of you. Now let’s get you home, and out of these wet clothes”. Peter turned back on the car, as the rain slowed, and he drove him and his “new” girlfriend home.