Nobody knew how it started.
Patriarchulenza had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. One day everything was normal until suddenly people began to change all across the globe. It started with a handful of cases in lots of different countries at once. Those cases then multiplied at a rate that was impossible to contain.
Scientists got to work on a cure almost immediately. Only this virus was unlike anything thatâd ever been seen before. It didnât kill those that it infected nor did it hurt them. Instead⊠it changed them. Not into monsters or the undead or anything else like that. It turned them into something seemingly harmless. It turned them into dads.
There were multiple strains of Patriarchulenza. One would turn the infected into a handsome silver fox while another would always transform its victims into huge burly bears. There were so many different strains that it was impossible to account for them all. Yet there was one thing they all had in common. It didnât matter whether they were a young college jock or an elderly man, every single person infected would gradually transform into a middle aged man of some description. Even women would have their gender completely flipped to become older men. A lot of men who were already middle aged looked the part physically but that didnât stop their minds from being taken over as well. Nobody was safe.
Worse yet, Patriarchulenza didnât stop at just physical changes. As their bodies morphed, the infected would have their minds invaded as well. They would find themselves being forced to think more and more âdad-likeâ. Some would suddenly start talking about cars and fishing. Others wouldnât be able to stop thinking about football and beer. And some unlucky few couldnât stop themselves from making endless amounts of dad jokes. Most tried their best to resist but sooner or later they would completely forget who they used to be.
During the first month the Dadâs were relentless. It was this time that they acted the most like zombies as the infected tried desperately to spread the virus in any way that they could. Saliva was the most common method. The mass majority of infections were caused by Dadâs kissing anyone they could get their hands on. It didnât have to be on the lips either. It could be on the cheek or the hand. Anywhere. As long as their saliva touched a new host, the virus would be transferred. This resulted in many people getting wrapped up in strong bear hugs so they were unable to escape an onslaught of kisses.
But it didnât stop there. Upon being transformed by Patriarchulenza, the dads would develop the ability to secrete a potent aphrodisiac from their skin. It was so powerful that it was nearly impossible to resist. This meant that anyone who got too close to an infected dad would find themselves easily seduced. Even the straightest of men couldnât fight it for long, especially if they were wrapped up in one of the aforementioned bear hugs.
It became a common sight to see individuals whoâd been captured by the growing army of transformed dads fall prey to their seduction. Giving into the kisses and making out with one of the many father figures as they allowed for the virus to enter their bodies and begin changing them. All reason melted away as they were taken over by pure lust. More often than not this would end in a lewd scene of them fucked hard and deep by dad dick. Whether it be bent over a car, up against an alley wall or on the floor of an abandoned supermarket etc. And naturally every infected dad had enhanced stamina and heavy balls that would flood any hole. Doing so would speed up the transformation exponentially. It wasnât clear how but it was theorised that dad cum was so densely packed with the Patriarchulenza virus that it was capable of accelerating dadification process.
It was chaos. Sex hungry dad zombies everywhere. And no matter how much the people fought back, they were eventually overrun. Even the heavily armed bases that shouldâve stood strong amongst it all collapsed faster than anyone couldâve anticipated. The virus and the dads it controlled were smarter than they appeared. They found ways to infiltrate. One base fell due to only one man whoâd unknowingly been infected by a single drop of saliva. The virus stayed hidden inside his body until he was safely inside the walls. It only began to take him over during the night where he woke up mid transformation feeling compelled to infect the others.
It was, by all means, an apocalypse. Granted it wasnât the kind of apocalypse anyone had foreseen. Most imagined that if there was ever an apocalyptic event it would be a meteor strike or aliens. Not⊠whatever the hell this was.
However, as the scales tipped and the majority of earthâs population fell prey to Patriarchulenza, something began to change. The dads became more docile. They didnât hunt as much for new people to infect. Instead they started to act⊠normal? The survivors would watch from the shadows as the new species of dads started to recreate civilisation for themselves. They started to clean up the mess the outbreak had caused. They started to work jobs. They started to grow food. Fishing was a big one. They even got electricity up and running again. It was almost as if theyâd become regular people again. Only they were more efficient. Always working hard and together. Never arguing. Just laughing and joking like typical dads while drinking beer and whiskey together.
In reality all those infected by the virus now acted somewhat like a hivemind. They all seemed connected in a way. As if they talk to one another with a simple glance. Itâs part of what made them so effective in the early days of the outbreak. Sharing knowledge with each other and moving in herds half the time. But since rebooting their own version of society, they all seemed to have their own unique qualities and personalities that made them seem ordinary people again. Only better. Peaceful and united. So much so that they were even able to trick a few survivors into coming out of hiding before absorbing them into the ranks as well.
Nowadays the earth seems like a better place. Over 95% of the human population had been dad-ified and theyâd turned the planet into what seemed like a utopia. Handsome older men everywhere you turned. All of them looked so happy and loving towards one another. Kissing and holding hands. It only made sense that Pariarchulenza had also turned them all into raging homosexuals as well beyond their simple desire to spread the virus. Most of them seemed to have been quick to choose a lover in one of the other dads. It was practically gay paradise.
Yet, despite it all, the dwindling number of survivors continued to resist. Fighting against the ever growing odds to keep their bodies and individuality. But it would always be a losing battleâŠ
A year after the outbreak began
Wren was one of the few people left on the planet whoâd managed to avoid exposure to the virus. He was a man in his late twenties whoâd worked an ordinary job in retail before the breakout. But that life seemed like a distant memory. So much had changed and now Wren found himself leading a small team of scavengers. Hunting for food and supplies to bring back to their group of survivors at a hidden location.
It was late at night meaning the streets were quiet. Those transformed dads mightâve become an intelligent hivemind but they still needed to sleep. So Wren and his two scavenger teammates, Galen and Hannah, moved through the dark as quietly as possible.
Hannah was a woman around the same age as Wren. In her old life she was an intern doctor which made her an invaluable asset to their group. So much so that she really had to fight for them to allow her on these risky expeditions. Galen on the other hand was the youngest of the three but by far the most intelligent which made him perfect for devising plans and running statistics on their expeditions. That left Wren as the muscle seeing as he was the biggest.
They sculled around corners and moved through the shadows as they took every precaution just to be safe. Galen had memorised the town map thanks to his photographic memory and was easily able to point them in the right direction until they found what they were looking for. A supply warehouse near the town centre.
It was a plain building and easy to miss but Galen assured Wren and Hannah they were at the right place. Hannah immediately got to work on cutting the power supply to shut down any alarms before Wren cut through the locks and chains that kept the main gate shut so the three of them could sneak inside. Breaking and entering wasnât as hard as it used to be. After all, the dads all worked as one. All connected and peaceful towards each other. If it were just them, they wouldnât need security at all. They only kept up minimal levels because of survivors like Wren.
Once inside the trio began searching through shelves upon shelves of boxes.
âGrab as much as you can. Every little bit counts.â Wren said in a hushed voice as he started stuffing cans of tinned food into his backpack. Galen was on bottled water duty while Hannah hunted for any kind of medicine she could find.
Wren had to take a moment to thank the heavens that Patriarchulenza couldnât survive for long outside of a human body. It was something they learned in the early days of the breakout. Had that not been the case then all the dads couldâve contaminated all the food and water by now. After all, they were the ones running the factories now.
Hannah grumbled in annoyance. âNot finding much in the way of medicine.â Itâd been a long shot on that front anyway. âIt might just be food and drink.â
âEhhh thatâs about what we expected anyway.â Galen sighed. âCheck the back. If thereâs nothing then we can always try and hit the pharmacy a few blocks down.â
Wren watched as Hannah headed towards the door at the back and disappeared through it. He wasnât sure why but he felt anxious. More so than usual. He just couldnât shake the feeling that something was wrong. Like this had all been a bit too easy so far. Normally theyâd have to sneak past at least one or two infected dads just to breach town lines. But tonight? Theyâd gotten all the way to the centre of town without having seen a single older man patrolling the area.
âHey Galen. Have you seen anyone besides the three of us since we got to this town?â Wren whispered.
âNo⊠I donât think so. I was just thinking about that actually.â Galen grabbed another water bottle before stuffing it into his own backpack. âItâs an anomaly for sure. I donât think Iâve seen a town where they donât have at least a handful of night watchmen.â
Wren furrowed his brow as he looked down at one of cans of soup heâd picked up. It was a brand he knew but the packaging had been changed to show a burly father with a thick beard instead of the petite woman itâd once been. âI donât like it. We shouldnât hang around for long.â
Just as the two men returned to filling their backpacks, they heard a muffled scream coming from the back followed by a few loud thuds. Hannah. Wren didnât waste a single second. He told Galen to stay and keep a lookout before running towards the door leading to the back storage.
Moments later Wren burst through the door, head whipping around in search of Hannah. He saw her bag on the floor first, abandoned. Then just a few steps away he saw her, wrapped up in the bulky arms of a middle aged bodybuilder. It was too late. The natural aphrodisiac mixed with hulking fatherâs sweat had overpowered any sense of reason in her mind as she allowed him to press his lips against hers. She was infected and soon sheâd be one of them.
They broke their kiss just long enough for the hunky dad to try and tempt Wren. âCome and join us, boy. Your friend here is loving it already.â He said with a malicious grin.
âFuck Fuck FUCK!â Wren shouted as he turned on heel and ran back through the door as fast as he could. It pained him to leave Hannah behind but there was nothing he could do for her now. Even if he managed to rip her away and break her out of that lust-fuelled haze, the virus was already in her system. No matter what they did, sheâd be fully transformed in a few days at the most.
Wren burst back into the main warehouse, startling Galen half to death. âONE OF THEM IS THE BACK! HE GOT HANNAH! WE NEED TO GO NOW!â He didnât even stop to think why one of them had been hiding in the back at this time of night, only that they needed to escape as quickly as possible.
âH-Hannahâs infected!?â Galen wheezed in disbelief. âOh god. If one of them knows then they all know! Did they set this up? Was it a trap?!? I-I shouldâveââ His panicked rambling was swiftly cut off as Wren grabbed his arm.
âWe donât have time for blame!â Wren grunted as he began dragging them both towards the exit. âTrap or not, we need to get out of here NOW!â He knew there wasnât a second to spare. Like Galen had said, if one of the dads knew then he wouldâve broadcast their location to the entire town by now. In a few minutes this place would be swarming.
The two men crashed through the front entrance but immediately stopped dead in their tracks. A least a dozen or more dads stood blocking the outer gate where theyâd broken in. All of them were smiling in a way that seemed almost kind. Like they were genuinely happy to be given the opportunity to create more perfect daddies like them. But they couldnât have gotten here this fast. Not that many of them anyway. That could only mean it was a trap from the beginning.
Wren and Galen turned and looked for another way to escape but the fences were too high on all sides. The only thing they could do was turn and barricade themselves inside the warehouse again in the hopes there was another way out from inside. Wren had seen an exit door through the back of the warehouse where Hannah had been. He wasnât sure theyâd make it past the beefy dad back there without getting infected but there wasnât any other way out. It was their only chance.
Unfortunately they were already too late. When Wren and Galen ran into back storage, behind Hannah and the dad thatâd caught her, more dads were already piling in through the exit door. The pair immediately spun around and instead headed for the only safe place they could see. The fridge.
They dashed inside and shut the door behind them. Wren was quick to block the handle from the inside so that it couldnât be opened, trapping them in the cold surrounded by refrigerated goods.
It wasnât long before the dads were outside the door. They knocked. Not aggressively. If anything it was polite. But of course Wren and Galen didnât answer. So instead the dads began to talk to them from the other side.
âThereâs no need to be afraid of us boys. Weâre not going to hurt you. You know that. We just want to make you better.â One of them cooed softly in a gruff voice. âYou donât have to run and hide. You can be part of us. And we will love you just as we love each other.â They continued in a way that sounded sincere and genuine.
Wren tried desperately to think of a new plan. They had enough food in here to survive for a long while so there was plenty of time to think of something. He just had to believe there was a way to get out of this. But while he was analysing everything at their disposal, Galen was already starting to spiral. He was smart enough to know that their chances of getting out of here without infection were slim to none no matter how much Wren tried to hold out hope. As such he started to spiral while they shivered in the cold.
Hours passed and the dads never left. They stayed outside. Talking to them occasionally about how much better theyâll feel once they accept their fates. Wren refused to listen but their words slowly crept into Galen's mind. Until eventually⊠he made up his mind.
Galen waited until Wren had fallen asleep after hours of exhaustion mixed with adrenaline caught up with them. He felt a pang of guilt run over what he was about to do to them both but heâd convinced himself it was for the best. Anything was better than dying a warehouse fridge of all places. So he got up as quietly as possible and made his way towards the door. There took a deep breath before unblocking the handle and opening up the fridge.
Outside there were half a dozen dads thatâd stayed. They all smiled at Galen warmly. The biggest of them, a massive bear of a man that dwarfed the brainy young man with his hairy frame, stepped forward with open arms.
âYouâre making the right choice son. For yourself and your friend.â The bear reassured himself before squeezing Galen into the tightest hug of his life. Squashing the man against that enormous barrel chest as Galenâs senses began to flood with the same aphrodisiac thatâd taken over Hannah. âWelcome home.â Was the last thing the bear said before crashing his lips against Galenâs and infecting him with Partiachulenza.
When Wren woke up it was already far too late. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by dads. He jumped up in a panic but they grabbed his arms before he could do anything. He could already feel himself become hazed with lust at being so close to them but that didnât stop him from trying to resist and pull away. That was until his eyes rested on the sight of Galen, just outside the fridge door, on his knees and sucking the cock of the burly bear thatâd seduced him. His lips glided back and forth on that thick shaft with nothing but ecstasy in his eyes. All the while that huge goliath of a daddy chuckled and groaned.
Wrenâs mind twisted. Heâd lost Hannah. Now heâd lost Galen. There was no way out of this. The realisation hit him like a truck. So much so that his will to fight back evaporated as the lust in his core grew stronger. The moment he stopped struggling, the other dads started planting kisses all over Wrenâs neck and face until his mind and spirit were forced into submission.
It was daylight by the time all three scavengers had been caught. They were gently guided out of the warehouse by the daddies thatâd caught them. As they were walked down the street, applause erupted from the other townsdads who were delighted to see new members that were about to be absorbed into their flock. It continued all the way up to their destination. The town hall.
Wren, Galen and Hannah were taken inside the town hall where their conversion to dadhood would be completed. Now that they had Patriarchulenza flowing through their veins, it was only a matter of time before they all transformed. But time was of the essence. They needed to add these three to the hivemind quickly so they could learn where theyâve been hiding out. That way the dads could catch any other potential survivors before they have a chance to run.
But as everyone knew, there was only one way to speed up the transformation. Another dad had to drain their load deep inside an infected human. Nobody was exactly sure how it worked but something about the cum being incredibly rich and potent with the virus never failed to hurry along any transformation.
The three soon to be dads were all escorted into what used to be the mayor's office. But they had no use for mayors or politicians in their new society so the office was turned into a miniature sex parlour. It was filled with comfy beds and an array sex toys ranging from vanilla to extremely kinky. Although the hivemind was connected through consciousness, the individual brains of dads still had their own individual desires too when it came to sex. The only thing thatâs been scrubbed completely was any trace of heterosexuality as it no longer served any purpose in a world composed solely of men.
They were all taken in by one dad each. Specifically, the dad thatâd initially infected them. Hannah was taken by the muscle daddy. Galen was taken by the hairy bear. Wren was taken by a clean cut gentleman whose lips had been the first to touch his skin. All of them possessing a different strain of the virus thatâs now been passed on to these new hosts.
Each pair chose a bed before stripping down. The dads removed their own clothes first before ripping away the clothes of their newest members. Galen was tossed onto a mattress first, followed by Hannah and finally Wren where all three of them were compelled to present their asses. And so, it began.
An orchestra of moans began to spill from what was once the mayor's office. Wren had his face pressed down against the sheets under the hand of the dapper daddy that was drilling him from behind. Galen was being crushed under the weight of the bear whose hairy stomach pressed against his back while that thick cock stretched Galenâs hole. Meanwhile the muscle daddy fucking Hannah was having a slightly harder time getting into it all. He was gay after all and she still looked mostly female. But the thought of who she would soon become allowed him to forge on. As soon as her ass was filled with his seed, sheâd become a huge hulking man just like he was and it would be glorious.
They all flipped into various different positions while the endless sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears. Huge dad dicks plunging in and out of their newest mates and soon to be fellow fatherly citizens. They didnât have much need for the kinkier objects around the room. Not for this anyway. A process like this warranted pure undiluted love making. And as the first few drops of precum began to spill inside the newly infected, their bodies began to prepare themselves for what was to come.
Despite being the last of the three to be infected with Patriarchulenza, it seemed Wren would be the first to complete his mutation towards the dad side. The suave gentleman whoâd taken him began to grunt louder as his thrusts began to falter. Wren could only bite his lip through the lust that blurred his better judgement as dick inside him started to spasm. Next thing he knew, his ass was flooded with cum. When it happened, Wren felt a split second of clarity wash over him. His eyes filled with fear momentarily as he realised what had happened. Before he could say or do anything however, his body began to morph at a rapid rate.
Immediately Wrenâs muscles began to dwindle. Heâd always been one of the strongest men in their group with thick arms and a broad chest but now most of the muscle heâd built shrank away in favour of a leaner frame. After all, heâd received the gentleman strain of the virus and there was no need for a gentleman to have all that bulk. The part of him that didnât shrink was his backside. Instead it grew slightly into a more rounded bubble butt, as was required of all dads. Cheeks that would no doubt stretch the behind of whatever designer pants he wore once all this was over.
He could already feel his age increasing. He couldnât see it but he could sense it in his bones. And he was right. While his muscles faded, his body had already aged by several years, pushing him into his mid-thirties. With it a few small streaks of silver hair started to appear on his head and in his beard. Some faint wrinkles began to etch into his skin. His hairline had even started to recede a little. But all of it happened with a certain level of grace. Even as his hands aged, they remained smooth while obtaining an elegant freshly manicured look.
As Wren entered his forties, his hairstyle seemed to change. Itâd been messy before with unkempt curls and a beard that was in dire need of a trim. But now the hair on his hair seemed to shorten towards a cut that was sophisticated. His beard followed the same example as it receded to the length of thick stubble that neatly coated his jaw. Even his body hair somehow looked neater and more symmetrical across his older form.
The physical changes finally slowed down as he hit his mid to late forties but it wasnât over. A tsunami of mental changes crashed over his mind all at once, forcing him to forget about his old life as any memories of the man he once were wiped out. In their place his head was filled with all the same dadaganda that all the other infected shared. With it a newfound affinity for suits and high end fashion that verged on sexual embedded itself deep into his brain alongside a longing to be forever unionised with his fellow dads. He gained an affinity for sports as all dads did but naturally he leaned towards the more gentlemanly kind such as Golf and Tennis. And along with all the other changes that reshaped his mind, his desires became solely homoerotic.
Wren jerked and shuddered against the bed sheet as his transformation came to an end. Having been completely dadified, his newly moulded consciousness found itself connecting with the hivemind at last. It was euphoric. It was a sense of belonging like no other. Once heâd settled, the other dads would set him up nicely with fresh new clothes and a place to stay.
By the time Wren was finished, the heavy bear thatâd been drilling Galenâs ass was getting ready to blow as well. Those huge nuts slapping against Galenâs taint until they tightened up at last, pumping that potent sperm up before launching it from his cock and splattering nerdy young manâs insides with his seed. And off Galen went.
His transformation was very different to Wrenâs. With the bear strain of the virus in his system, it was to be expected. That couldnât have been more clear when his body began to enlarge at a rapid rate. His arms, legs, chest and back were all ballooning with a mix of fat and muscle. Even his cock seemed to grow like the rest of him. Getting fatter and longer while his balls grew heftier. Galen could feel himself getting stronger with every passing second while the bed creaked under his increasing weight. All his life heâd been scrawny but now, as his belly began to wobble with newfound mass, that couldnât have been further from the truth.
There was one physical change however that Galen and Wren shared identically. The aging process. Heâd been the youngest of the three so he had a few extra years to climb but it wouldnât take long. As he aged through his twenties and climbed towards his thirties however, the lines of age didnât seem as visible at first thanks to the growing fat around his face helping to round it out. All the while his hands became rougher with visible wear as they thickened into beefy mittens thatâd looked as though theyâd seen decades of labour. Only becoming rougher and more masculine as the years piled onto his age.
He reached middle age soon enough. His body had already swollen to three times its former size. His pecs sagging with fat. Thighs so thick that they couldnât help but touch. Not to mention his fat bear ass jiggled helplessly behind him. But it was far from over as thick layers of body hair began to sprout from all over. Spread down his legs and over his forearms. Coating his bubbly ass and pudgy stomach. But most of all covering his chest in a dense forest of manly fur. As it happened his nipples seemed to firm up as well, growing ever so slightly as they increased in sensitivity. Meanwhile the messy mop of hair heâd kept since the outbreak began receded all the way back into a tight crew cut followed by his patchy facial hair becoming a permanent five oâclock shadow.
And then came brain washing. The virus flooded his mind just as it had with Wren and began to pluck out everything that it deemed unnecessary. Detaching Galen from his former life completely before installing new wants, needs and goals into his brain. Forcing him to think like a dad just as the rest of them did. Forging newfound obsessions with fishing and american football that he couldnât wait to indulge in. Filling his memory bank with endless amounts of dad jokes. Implanting an irresistible urge to eat enough food to keep him fat while working out enough to keep him strong. And of course we canât forget an insatiable desire for cock.
As his transformation came to a close, Galenâs consciousness started to connect to the hivemind as well causing his body to convulse. It seemed much more violent than it had with Wren but it was different for everyone. Despite that he moaned through it, practically humping the mattress in pleasure while cum still dripped from his enormous hairy ass.
There was only one left now. Hannah. She was the first infected but the last to be completed it would seem. Though that was no fault of her own. The muscle daddy fucking her was still struggling a little due to his innate homosexual nature which led to the other two dads teasing him a little, having both finished with Wren and Galen. But eventually he crossed the finish line. The stimulation was there all the same and in the end it was enough for him to spill his load so that Hannah could become just like him.
Hannahâs transformation was bound to be the most dramatic of the three. Afterall, she didnât just receive the bodybuilder strain of the virus. She was a woman! Though not for much longer. From the moment she felt the cum splash inside of her hole, the shape of her body began to change. The feminine frame she adorned morphed towards a more androgynous shape. The bones beneath her skin started reshaping themselves and their positions in a gnarly fashion as her skeletal structure reconfigured for a shape that was much more masculine. Her muscle and tissue followed the same example as they coiled around that new structure in a way that was uniquely male. And of course she started to grow older in the process but the aging was greatly overshadowed by the way her features began to change. Her eyes became more deep set as her brow grew more pronounced. Her nose broadened while her jaw widened. Those softer feminine looks Hannah once owned reforged into a manly visage that continued to age by the second.
Before long her breasts had disappeared completely in favour of a flat unassuming chest. The only part left that gave her original sex was the female anatomy between her legs. But it wouldnât remain that way for long. As Hannah found herself gaining into her forties already, she felt a hot pulsing in her core. Her uterus and ovaries twisted and morphed inside of her while her clitoris began to grow into the tip of what would soon be a hefty dad cock. As it grew, a sack containing a brand new pair of testicles descended between her legs. Her new genitals swung back and forth, still growing as she moaned until she had a fully formed dick and balls to match the rest of her body.
By this point sheâd already gone through so much but there was plenty more to come. Her age settled down at last, leaving the majority of her hair silver. And speaking of hair, those long locks thatâd once cascaded down her back quickly receded into a much shorter menâs cut. And of course her hairline receded with it as was expected with most dads but to top it all off a bald patch appeared right atop her head. The kind you wouldnât be able to see unless you were looking directly down onto it. And if that wasnât enough, her upper lip began to twitch moments before a thick silver stache sprouted above it followed by some stubble to decorate her new jaw.
There was a brief pause before suddenly Hannah let out a long drawn out moan as her muscles began to engorge at an unbelievable rate. Her back and shoulders widened in an instant as her traps bulged. A thick set of abs carved themselves onto her stomach with a powerful ripple. Her chest heaved forwards as a pair of enormous muscle tits ballooned into view. She couldnât help balling her hands into fists, callousâ coating the skin of her palms, while her arms practically exploded with size. Moving lower, Hannahâs ass grew just like all the others with the only difference being its more muscular shape. And who could forget about her legs as her thighs and calves swelled with mass. Every inch of her form packing on pound after pound of pure muscle until sheâd become a tank of a man. A bodybuilder with the physique of a marble statue who was ready to set foot on stage.
The mental changes were swift. Hannahâs old life slipped through growing cracks in her mind as she forgot that she was ever a woman. None of that ever mattered. The only thing that mattered was the hulking dad she was now. With that a powerful obsession with the gym rooted itself deep within her brain. Then came all the other typical dad hobbies and desires alongside a craving to show off her sculpted body at all times for the dads to admire.
Finally, It was done. Hannahâs muscles began to jiggle as her body shook while connecting to the hivemind. Soon enough all three of them would awake as new men. They would be allowed to choose new names as they settled into their new lives. Theyâd be welcomed into the community as all new dads were where they would be free to live and contribute to their superior society. Connecting with the other dads on a physical level beyond just hivemind and perhaps even finding themselves a mate. Meanwhile the other dads could use the shared knowledge from their newest members to track down that hideout of survivors.
The world has undergone so much change. Initially it was believed to be the end of days. That this apocalypse would bring about the end of humankind in some way or another. But so far, now that the dust had settled, earth was better than ever. Not a single conflict between nations. A new society that is more productive and efficient than ever. People that were practically incapable of acting with ill intent. It was undeniably better even if the leftover survivors didnât want to see it that way.
Right now the biggest issue the dads had to solve was lack of any way to reproduce. They already had tons of dads using their shared scientific knowledge in labs across the globe in an effort to find a solution to this problem. Luckily they had plenty of time. Despite all being turned into middle aged men, their cells now seemed to age much slower than ordinary human cells once did. But they werenât immortal. One day theyâd need to replace themselves.
So far they were working on a method of cloning in the hopes that theyâd eventually be able to create genetically identical copies of themselves. That way, when the time comes and they as a species start to grow old, they can create younger clones of themselves thatâd all prime dad age once again. And by that point, they projected that 100% of the population wouldâve turned to the dad side. Only then would they truly have created utopia.
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