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The Beta Effect

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Jake frowned, dragging his feet as he approached the vaccination setting, which had been set up like when they did the annual flu shots. Although he'd not have any trouble getting those in the past, something about that time had him slowing down, hanging back behind his family, his mother, sister and, of course, his father too. There was a definite family resemblance between him and his sister, Hannah, with their blonde hair that was lighter in summer than winter, though he appeared more unkempt than her after not being able to get a haircut for a while. Hopefully, however, that would not be a problem for much longer. Their builds were similar too, in the middle, though Hannah had a hint of curve to her while their mother was slim, like a model out of a magazine.

His father, well... They had not taken after him when it came to his darker brown hair, though his strong personality most certainly had been passed on to Hannah. Their mother, Susanne, was more easy-going, though even she was relieved that they would all be vaccinated, considering how things were looking for them with the coming winter. She just wanted everyone to be safe, always looking out for them, her hair the lightest of all, though she thought that they didn't know that she dyed it. Of course, she dyed it. The boxes never were all that well hidden in the bathroom bin, to be fair.

"Come on, Jake, hurry up."

He dragged behind, hanging back, rubbing his arm, even though he should have been as keen to get it as they were. Shots were never fun, though he hadn't had any trouble with them before. For that one, however, things were different.

The thing was, there were reports of some side effects coming in, side effects for men that, well... They weren't the best, to put it mildly. Changes in personality, how they behaved, becoming...less of men.

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He waited in line for his turn, everyone else in his family getting the jab before him and, to be fair, it was not that bad. A little prick and a sting and, well, that was the extent of it. He held his breath until it was done, hardly able to believe that he did not even feel lightheaded at all, which was a very good thing for him. He did feel that he overreacted to it at all, which was positive for him, at least allowing him to slump down in his room later that night, settling in for a spot of video gaming. It helped take his mind off his throbbing arm.

Yet Jake might have been right not to get his vaccine, for that day was the day that things went wrong for him.

It happened slowly, if one could consider a gradual progression slow. He thought he was just having side effects from the vaccine at first, just like when he got the flu one, his body responding and heating up, a little fever, a little soreness, nothing major really. It was just a jab and everyone was getting it, something that would better their lives, even though Jake could not have said, later on, that that would be the case for him anymore.

"Mom, can you help me put this away?"

It felt pathetic for him to ask his mother to help him put a jar back on a high shelf, but his arm hurt so much where the needle had gone in and there simply wasn't the strength in him anymore. It didn't make sense, but his mother smiled warmly and helped him anyway, hugging him softly - not too hard in case she hurt him, of course. Susanne was always thinking of things like that, even though he was an adult and didn't think that he needed to be coddled anymore.

"Don't worry, darling, why don't you go back to bed and I'll bring you up some hot chicken noodle soup?"

Well, maybe feeling a bit rough after a vaccination wasn't all that bad if that was the reaction he got from it. He hugged her again, though his mother seemed...different, somehow. As if she was warmer, a little nicer to hug all over again, maybe not as thin as before? Maybe she was trying a new diet or workout, though that most certainly was not something for Jake to dwell on - she was his mother! No, no, no, he would do well not to worry one bit about that, putting all thoughts of that ilk straight from his mind.

But things were changing, his body no longer feeling like his. Any muscle mass that he'd felt that he had had at all slowly slipped away, day by day, and it was not just things on high shelves that he could no longer lift. It was normal things, though he still thought that he just had to be recovering, struggling to get the milk out of the fridge.

That did not last, but other things slipped away, his muscle mass not coming back while his mother and sister... Well, to say that they grew would have been an understatement. Their breasts obviously grew, straining over the tops of the shirts that they usually wore, though it was not the focus to him as their bodies shifted and changed. They didn't seem to be eating anything more than usual, though their bodies certainly did not respond as if all was the same, their backsides expanding rapidly, straining at their jeans. Maybe it was only so noticeable to Jake because he was with them every day, but he didn't know what else to say. Was he supposed to take them shopping or something, to help them out? That was a strange thought for him to have, not the kind of subservience that he would have usually felt, but it felt more "right" to him to be looking after them. And they had to have known that their clothes were suddenly too small for them too!

Thicker and thicker... Oh, it was impossible to deny, as much as Jake might have liked to, swallowing a whimper as his mother entered the kitchen, where he was making himself a snack, with only a long T-shirt on and a pair of bikini bottoms.

"Mom!"

"What, honey? Are you still not feeling well? We really should get you back to the doctor, just to make sure everything is okay..."

Yet he was learning more and more about the side effects that happened to only one per cent of males in his situation, to his horror, the twisted nature of it roiling and curling in the pit of his stomach, not something that he wanted to remember, not in the slightest. His mother didn't seem to care about modesty anymore either, flaunting what she had, her arse so big that the bikini bottom strings were stretched to their extent, when they had been a good fit before - or so he supposed. Jake had never really looked all that closely at his mother in her clothes before, not in...that way.

But it was there, a pull to her, an attraction that should not have been there, even as his sister proved to be the same. His sis, well... It was more normal, kind of, for her to walk around half undressed, though he always tried to get her to cover up the bare minimum, especially when her boyfriend around. Yet it felt more wrong than ever to have her lounging on the sofa in a thong, her legs kicked up over her boyfriend's lap as he leaned back into the cushions and smirked. He'd had his jab too, of course, but nothing like what had happened to Jake had happened to him. To all intents and purposes, the rough looking "wannabe punk but not really there" was the same as always.

"Hey, Jakie."

To his horror, he snapped to attention.

"Yes?"

"Get us some food."

He wanted to protest but it didn't feel right or worth it to push back, not in any way, his eyes lingering a little too long on his sister's wider hips, the plumpness of her backside making her body look bottom-heavy, but in the most excellent of ways. Jake shivered with the need to please, a hit of endorphins flooding him from simply doing what they wanted. Even though he didn't really want to be sorting them food, running around after them, doing everything else that everyone wanted him to do...he couldn't keep away the thought that, simply, as it was, it felt good.

Was that enough? Was it okay that that was happening to him?

"Oh dear!"

His mother frowned at the kitchen sink, though she didn't do many dishes anymore. Somehow, Jake was always first to get to them, wanting to do them for her, to make her life easier in any way that he could. That it helped him steal more glimpses of her thick, curvy body, the rise of her thighs and butt the most alluring, was merely a bonus, he told himself. It wasn't wrong, not when he wasn't doing anything else.

"What's wrong, mom?"

Help, yes, in some way, he wanted to help. But what she wanted help with was not something that, typically, a son of his adult years would ever have helped with. She drew her T-shirt off, revealing what he'd already known in that she was not wearing a bra underneath, the heavy swell of her breasts spilling forth. He gasped, stumbling back into the kitchen counter, but only found himself trapped between the wooden table, where they had breakfast most normally, and her body.

"Jake, honey, you can help me out with this, can't you?"

She crooned, hefting her breasts towards him, though the weight of them was surely enough, with her increased growth to go up several cup sizes from a respectable thirty-four C (which she had been before) to...who knew what? She didn't wear bras anymore, as far as Jake was aware, yet her nipples were swollen and a darker shade of pink than they should have been, standing out obviously from the rest of her pale skin, a tan line across the top of her chest.

"Mom! I can get you...a towel?"

For that was the only thing that Jake could think of helping her out with, for her tits were leaking and dribbling milk without any stimulation at all, as if the flow of it could not be stopped. To his horror (and even more horrified arousal, the length of his shaft half plumping full of blood), she drew him in against her chest, grabbing the back of his head, laughing out loud.

"Jake, you can do this for mom, can't you? Be a good boy... Oh, there's so much pressure in there!"

He didn't know how it was for a woman who was lactating and, frankly, could have gone his whole life without knowing, but there was something about helping, about serving, about simply...doing what he was told... That was good. And that could be good without being anything else, he hoped, thinking to himself, his lips forming a suckle reflex by instinct alone, though his mind was not actively asking his body to do such things. It was unexpected and so, so _wrong_yet any inhibitions that had been in place before, very fair inhibitions when it came to family, slipped away as he suckled down her breast milk.

It wasn't sexual, he tried to tell himself, even if it was. The way that his lips closed around her nipple, sharing his subservience to her between both of her breasts, felt more intimate than it should have, his mind swirling and bouncing back and forth with mixed emotion. Jake groaned, trying not to feel too much, trying not to think too much, though that moment alone was the start of something far beyond what Jake could have ever expected to come from the vaccination.

His mother began using him to relieve her milky breasts daily after that, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, which gave Jake a prime view of how her body was changing. Susanne's breasts were so large that she didn't bother buying new bras and Jake had stopped offering to take her to buy new clothes, as wearing less and less on her thick body was the new order of the day in every way. His father was around, of course, Steve, but, well...he was not the sort to notice and help with that sort of thing. He hadn't changed that much.

But the women of the family and Jake? Oh, their changes could not be denied and would not be...

"Yes... Ohhh! Harder!"

It was stereotypical how her cries came forth and Jake knew that he should have retreated to his room, put his headphones on, pretended that he didn't hear anything. Heck, maybe he should even be thinking about getting his own place if that sort of thing was going to go on more frequently like that. And it was, if the knocking of his parents' headboard against the wall was anything to go on.

Yet to get to his bedroom he needed to go past his parents' room and that alone was his undoing. He hesitated as he passed the open door - why was it open? That didn't make sense, but neither did him pausing to go and close it, reaching out for it as his eyes raked over the form of his mother on all fours, taking his father in her pussy.

Her cries caught him and his heart lifted, strangely, to know she was happy, warming him through, toes curling, glad to be where he was. Jake didn't have to understand any of those sensations or emotions for them to be present, as confusing as they were when his whole body and mind was changing without his consent. But it felt good to watch, so he paused a moment more, the cuckold in the room, the one there that, truly, did not have a partner to be with.

That left him out, set him aside. Yet that no longer was to be such a bad thing.

His father grunted as he powered over their mother, leaning into her, though he couldn't hear what Steve whispered, though it made his mother giggle. That meant it had to be a good thing at least, something that made her happy, Jake's lips twitching in a smile. But why was he watching? And why weren't sending him away? In the "before times", anyone catching their parents having sex should have been disgusted, and yet it rendered him helpless, hypnotising by the smooth slide and glide of his father's shaft taking his mother.

It was not something that a son should ever have seen, and yet moments like that could not be taken back as his father gasped, the thick flesh of his mother's backside trembling as he slipped out, his length slapping her buttocks. It left a smear of pre-cum in its wake, their combined sexual fluids slickening the length of Steve's moderately sized shaft, and Jake gasped, taking a step back. Time to get going!

"Oh, Jake... Honey."

His mother's eyes caught his and she smiled warmly, suddenly the soft, nurturing mother that he remembered all along, everything in her touch gentle and light.

"Come here... Help dad back into me, sweetie, okay? Be good now."

He baulked. Why was that necessary? Couldn't his father see what he was doing? Not that either of those things should have been his first thoughts there, but his mother asked him to come, waving him on, his father grinning and shaking his head.

"Come on, Jake, earn your keep."

He was jovial and loving, but it was not a side, in the buff, that he had ever seen of his father before, a strange side, a side that didn't seem "right" at all.

"Jake, don't be so silly, come over here and help! You're making a fuss over nothing, darling."

It wasn't necessary, yet helping seemed like the quickest way to get off and along his way, grunting as he dragged his feet into the room. It was just like being asked to do a chore that he didn't want to do, though it was rare that his cheeks burned with embarrassment if he was ever asked to do the dishes or similar. Helping his father penetrate his mother, well... That was something hugely different.

His hand closed on his father's length and his dad grinned, though he otherwise seemed like just his father, even if things in the household could not be denied to have shifted. There was something different there and maybe, in time, it would become more apparent what had happened, though he could only go with it, go with the flow, the feel of his mother's big, firm buttocks teasing up against the back of his hand too much to bear.

Jake's fingers tingled, wanting to squeeze and grope, though he didn't quite feel that there was anything he could do, anything he should do. None of them was his partner, not really. He was only there to help. That was what a beta male did.

Thus, he acted like one, helping guide his father into his mother to keep thrusting and fucking her doggystyle as if it was an everyday thing. Who knew - maybe for his father and mother it was? Jake wasn't sure whether that made it better or worse, but it made it something, something that he had to deal with.

They fucked as if he wasn't there and he got to watch, his mother flinging out her hand, the pillows knocked aside. His father was everything but the man he had been to Jake, for he got to see him in a new way in the throes of sex - but it was how his mother responded to him, of course, that claimed Jake's attention the most. How her flesh trembled deliciously when he slapped his hips up against her buttocks, her thicker backside, hips and thighs drawing the eye, her breasts swinging down under her on all fours, tipped with perfect, pink nipples.

Jake didn't even bother to stifle his groan, helpless, fussing, trying to leave, but his mother called him back every time he tried to.

"Back here, Jake, I might need you."

Yet there was such a look of warmth and love in his eyes that his heart tugged for her in that mother-son way, the way that made him want to see her smile. He wanted his mother to be proud of him and things were different, his stomach twisting itself up into knots, though his shaft was only half-hard at his crotch, almost as if his body was not actually that turned on. but the aching, prickling, tingling heat bringing a rise of glistening perspiration to his skin told a different tale, a moan on his lips as, after fucking his mother doggystyle, she was turned on her back.

That didn't give her much to hold onto, however, splayed out across the width of the bed, sheets rumpled under her, twisted up. It was wrong to stay and yet Jake was in far, far too deep to back out, even if there was no longer any horror entwined in him as to what he was watching. It was hard to be horrified when there was such a big part of him that lusted for it so damn much.

On her back, his mother's legs were pushed up as his father moved between them, moving as if he had taken that strength from Jake that he didn't understand, not yet, that he had lost forever. His cock throbbed, but his hand did not move to it, forever the voyeur, the span and scope of his world forever changed.

"Ah... Jake... Jake, hold my hand, honey..."

His mother's breasts leaked milk and he had wondered if he was going to be asked to clean that up - but would that even be right in front of his father? His dad hadn't said anything at all about him suckling from his lactating mother and things... Oh, his head hurt just thinking about it!

Things were right and not right at the same time and that was how Jake came to find himself holding his mother's hand while she screamed in climax, toes curling, legs shaking, her bosom heaving with every deliriously snatched breath. A necklace that Jake had given her for one birthday hung around her neck, though it bobbed and jostled as if forgotten, a cast aside remnant of the man in the family that her son once had been.

It would be taken off eventually, loved and kissed, stored softly and secretly in her jewellery box. But any more from her cuckold son would not be worn again.

The world became aware of the changes in men and women as a result of the vaccination, the strength that women gained in it, the comforting power and confidence - all in a good way, of course. When there were such positive effects, such women rising to positions of authority with a smile on their faces and their bodies showing just what the injection had done to them, it was hard for the world to worry that much about the men who had been left behind. The men like Jake who stood in front of the floor-length mirrors, turning one way and then the other, wondering why they looked so different, why they could no longer keep on any muscle mass, why their cocks were...smaller. Even their balls were more petite than ever before, appearing as a softer, lighter sack of skin, shrinking more and more, the virility gone from them. There was even speculation that the men who had been affected badly would not be able to father children, but there was no worry about that. After all, the news reports said, beta males would not need to father children when there were so many others capable of the task. It was only one per cent.

One per cent, however, could make all the difference to that one per cent.

His mother, after that time of him supporting and caring for her in the bedroom, almost taking on a more nurturing role himself, changed everything. Jake should have been more surprised than he was when he walked in on her giving his father a blowjob on the kitchen floor, down on her knees while he leaned back against the kitchen counter, boxers tugged down to free his cock, but, well... Everyone else seemed to be going along with it and one of his friends online, well, they'd said the same thing was happening with their family. Everyone said it was okay and Jake didn't want to linger too much on the thought that, like had been reported for other guys with the side effects, his shaft was shrinking.

The kitchen. The living room. The office. The den. The conservatory. Everywhere that was private enough from passing children in the house (so not with the living room curtains open!) was open for sex, wherever and however his mother wanted it. Jake's stomach gurgled, giving him pains, though he could not understand why either that that was such a problem when issues like that had not been reported as a side effect. Maybe it was something new.

"Oh, yes... Yes, harder... Come on, Steve!"

His mother encouraged his father on as he bent her over the arm of the sofa, pushed up onto her toes so that her even thicker backside was on full display. Jake's mind wavered, unable to linger and worry so much on his personal problems, his shaft throbbing hard within his underwear, though he did not bother pulling it out. Maybe he could have, but it was just one of those things that would have felt weird to do, while being there for his mom while they were fucking simply wasn't. Not anymore, at least.

His sister fucked her boyfriend publicly after their mother had given in to the urges too. There was no longer to be any restriction to that, of course, when there were no children around and there most certainly were no children in the household anymore. No, Susanne's children were long grown up, though one had become a beautiful, thick, still expanding woman while the other was the loving cuckold son that she had not even known that she wanted or needed.

His mother... Jake twisted and squirmed, his cock hard when he didn't want it to be, late at night, though even touching that didn't seem all that attractive to him anymore. His shaft was smaller, shrinking like all the reports said, but society didn't seem to mind it, so he didn't want to make a big deal about it. It was just a thing, something that happened, and it couldn't, surely, be all that bad as long as he got to keep all his parts?

His "parts" certainly agreed with that, his mother more attractive than ever to him, though his sister was pretty hot too, their curves luring him in, lingering in his daydreams and fantasies and dancing through his subconscious at night. They were thicker than they'd ever been, as if they'd gone too far with surgery, but far, far more attractive for it, as, of course, it was not as if they had any work done. Aside from the vaccination, there was nothing in them that was not one hundred per cent natural and he was more than okay with that, groaning as he spent a load into a tissue under the cover of his bedsheets. It was the only time he got to get off, though that was no different to how it had been before, to be fair. He'd never been the most sexually active when he'd had the chance to be.

Maybe that was why Jake had been chosen to be a beta male. They took him to the doctor and they'd said that his immune system was weaker too, that he would have to stay home all the time, that he would have to allow his body, when they had done more research, to build up antibodies at a later date. Jake wasn't so sure that there was more research coming, not for the guys affected, but his mother crooned to him and dragged him into her lap in the old armchair that creaked under the weight and size of her thicker behind, though she still, just about, fit into it. That much, at least, Jake was grateful for.

He wasn't good enough to fuck anyone. His dad wouldn't have told him that, but his sister's boyfriend was not too good to wind him up, to mock him, all with a smirk on his face. It was not too mean-spirited, but the kind of fun mockery that went on between normal guys and beta males after the great change. There were even rules coming into place that meant that beta males couldn't say anything back against it, at least not in a legal sense. They didn't have to keep their jobs either, for they could be fired if they were found to be such. The general consensus on that side of things anyway was that they were all better off at home.

Jake found out that he couldn't digest food properly anymore, only some liquids, some soft foods that he had to play trial and error with. But what he could take down for the nutrients that he and his body so desperately needed was the milk from his mother's breasts, spending his time in the evenings, when he was not supporting her through rambunctious sex session after sex session, with his lips closed around each nipple in turn. He did not discriminate between either, as small and as weak and as helpless as it made him feel. Why, he was not better than a baby who couldn't do anything at all to look after themselves if he had to drink milk like that, but he didn't want to think in that way, not when there was still so much going on in the world.

He could not have said why everyone else seemed okay with all that was going on, why everything was "fine just fine" with the rest of the world. It was not a life that he wanted and he tried to pull back from it, though there always seemed to be someone there with folded arms, stopping him from leaving the house.

"Come on, now, honey," his mother crooned, shaking her head, tapping a toe on the hardwood flooring. "You can't go out, not until things are better. I know it's hard, but your immune system can't take it."

The door was not locked, of course, but something in Jake felt it was so very much easier to go along with it, to sit at the table reading a book or play video games, perhaps even doing a spot of online studying for a new course in male nursing that felt like more his speed. The study, of course, was theory only at that stage in his education, though he wanted to make sure that he was prepared for it, when he could go back into a profession.

At one time, he'd wanted to go into IT - a broad spectrum to study, yes, but he'd not wanted to narrow things down too much with the field changing so drastically year on year. He could still do that, of course, but wouldn't it be so much nicer to do some work that involved helping others, caring for them, making them feel better? Sure, nursing would not be as prestigious as being a doctor, but there were a lot more women stepping up into those sorts of roles as the vaccinations changed them. There was not a shortage of doctors anymore, but those that had been nurses and wanted to take a different direction were being offered grants and bursaries and opportunities to progress that had not been in place before. That could only be a good thing, women offered the chance to move up in the world when things had been an awful lot more restricted for them before.

He liked that, though his mother could have helped make things easier for him to study by not fucking over the back of the sofa, pushed up onto her toes with her thick buttocks grinding back into his father's hips, the thrust of his powerful member. Jake whimpered and crossed his legs, for there was no longer all that much between his legs to worry about anymore and most certainly nothing that he could hurt or trap by crossing his legs. It just wasn't a thing and, even though it was getting smaller and smaller down there, down to just three inches, he didn't want to think about it too much. Maybe it would go unnoticed if he didn't say anything.

Besides, his online friend was going into nursing too, after all the changes to their body too, and he hoped to be able to join them in practice at whatever hospital they chose in coming times. He didn't need a big dick to do that or even a normal sized one. He only needed to have a life, to carry on with said life, step by step. There was nothing else that a weak man like him could do but to adapt.

After all, wasn't that what everyone else was doing? It would be wrong for him, after all, to kick up a fuss, yes, when everyone else was happy with things. No one else minded the new status quo, talking with more and more online who were just like him, finding little pockets of communities of men who were, in a way, just as confused and concerned as he was. He didn't need to worry about that, however, not when he had them there to support and comfort him, the sounds of his mother's moans rolling through the house, dominating his day.

"Mom... Do you have to do this so much?"

The breakfast table shook as he tried to eat his cornflakes, milk slopping over the edge of his bowl, though it was milk from her breasts, as she had just ensured that he had a fresh batch to go with his breakfast. It was one little thing that, as his mother, she could do for her son, ensuring that he had something to fill his belly, warm and caring, even if her attention was on herself and the luxury of sex most of the time. It was her right, after all, to enjoy it, leaning back over the table as her husband hitched up her legs around his hips, allowing her to tighten and squeeze around him, pressing it against his sides for support.

"Ohhhh!"

She reached out for him and he allowed her, with a shudder, to clutch his arm, nails digging it, though Jake could not concentrate on his breakfast anymore. It would have taken a much stronger man than he was to ignore what was happening around him, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with every deep thrust from his father's cock. He admired his father's length more, since he had seen it so often, but never would have admitted that out loud, what with his medically shrinking cock. But it would not harm him, so they said, so it was not anything for him to worry about.

The table rocked and he blushed heavily as he relocated his breakfast to the side counter, though he could not move, not with his mother's demanding grip digging into his arm. No, Susanne needed him there and there he was to stay, even as the squeal of his sister came through from the living room, or perhaps even the hallway. It would not be the first time that Hannah had not even made it to a soft surface before collapsing in the throes of sexual bliss, cries rolling forth as if they had only been waiting for the plough of her boyfriend's cock to come out.

Yet he was there, the unwanted cuckold, or wanted in a way that he had never agreed to, helplessly dragged into. His cock didn't even seem to see the point in trying to get hard half the time either, though there was arousal there, a whimper on Jake's lips that could not be sealed away. He wanted to join in, wanted something, the flush of heat in his mother's body there as if begging him to touch it, the rising blush down her breasts, too warm.

His heart pulled for her. He'd have to cool her down. Once she let go of his arm, he'd open a window, somewhere discreet, for a nice flow of air so that she would be more comfortable. It was just one of the many little things that he could do as a cuckold son and brother to make the women around him more comfortable. The thought to do so, however, was not one that would ever have been present before, twisting back and forth through his mind, lingering long after it had been presented. Why did he suddenly want to care for them too?

He, after all, didn't have to be told what to do, not when he knew what the motherly and caring roles of the family already were, dynamics shifting, becoming...more. He was given the responsibility of doing the laundry, a typically "female" tasks that should never have been solely for the women of the world, and found some solace in the quiet, repetitive work. Sometimes, Jake was left alone in the house, a little more comfortable but out of place in a location where he had thought he would always be comfortable and familiar. More and more chores became his responsibility, his mother and sister taking on what he was no longer able to do, like painting and mowing. If he fell from a ladder, there could be more serious consequences for him until his immune system was back up to par and his mother kept an eagle eye on him to ensure that he was not overexerting himself.

"Don't worry, Jake, I've got that."

She smiled warmly, taking the garden shears from him, their private garden gleaming in a beam of sunshine, though some faint sounds could be heard from other houses nearby. Their gardens were secluded by tall conifers and fences, discreet places within where they were not overlooked by any other homes. That was where his mother and he were at that moment, his mother topless while her shorts stretched over her backside. They might have fitted her more or less well enough, after clothing designers had adapted too to cover such things, but she had been complaining too lately that she was still growing and expanding. Jake didn't want to admit how much that excited him, eyes drifting back to his mother's perky nipples, again and again, seeming larger and plumper where he had not thought that they would grow too on her already buxom chest.

She cared for him and looked after him, but Jake most certainly did not rank about her and her sexual need when it came down to it. He'd been tasked with the much easier chore of planting seeds, something that would not push him too far, as the others had said, sorting a tray of seedlings when he was done with that.

"Ohhh... Steve, yes... Ohhh... That feels so good..."

He flinched, blushing, breath catching, striving to breathe more shortly and sharply while the band around his chest, figuratively, tightened. Forever the cuckold, his tiny cock throbbed and plumped up, though the last time he'd checked it was down to two inches - and that was at a push. He didn't want to consider what would happen when it was too small, for there were not all that many guys in his situation who had gotten to that stage. From what he could tell from talking on forums and in chat rooms (it was almost funny that those were still a thing), he was the furthest along in that regard, but he could not tell if the same story was true for everyone.

Maybe it was just him. Maybe his cock really was the smallest and, in some strange way, he was finally the frontrunner of something that he barely understood.

But he was there to bring his mother and Steve drinks, though he still referred to him as his father, the dynamic between them shifting. It was not as different as the lines that were being drawn between beta males and alpha females in society, new laws going through parliament, which now had a greater number of women too, allowing them more liberties and men like him fewer ones. He wasn't so sure about what that meant for him, but there were things like curfews being put in place for men like him, to keep them safe, not allowing them to participate in certain sports that were for "men only", setting them apart from the men who had gotten the vaccination and come through it as if nothing for them had changed at all.

Yet his life was more different than ever as he perched nervously on a waterproof cushion that had been placed on one of the old outside chairs, concealed from view. His shaft ached and throbbed, but no one's eyes were on Jake, his sister and her boyfriend at the other end of the garden, shielded from outside view as she sat in his lap. That was a nice scene for him to enjoy too, dappled shade marking her breasts as they bounced, the weight of them obvious as they bounced up and down, her legs spread so that she practically squatted over him in the wooden chair that had been dragged down there. It creaked and squeaked something dreadful, but no one would suspect what was going on there, even if it was perfectly okay.

"Ohhh, yes, harder, take me..." That was his mother, so close to him and yet so far away, the subject of so many of his dreams and fantasies and not the subject of any that he could play out in reality. "Your cock feels so good inside me... So big... Ohhh, I'm so full!"

It was a feeling that Jake could not relate to, but there was one thing that he knew, out there in the sunshine with his mother and sister commanding his attention. It was that his cock would never, not ever again, be large enough to please any woman, even if he wanted to go down the route of saying that size doesn't matter. Where size didn't matter, to be fair, he wanted something else, the feel of a woman around him, blushing, eyeing up the roundness of his mother's backside as she changed position. While his father lay back on a sun lounger, she took his cock into her mouth, moaning around him and suckling. Jake could not help but imagine that it was his dick that her lips were folded around, but the problem with that was that his cock was too small and, well...

To say that it was a long time since he'd been with a woman was an understatement. He didn't honestly want to think about it, wanting it, but not, both at the same time. Why was that?

Maybe it was better, in another way, to watch, to let his mother's moans roll over him, to fetch her drinks, not even blushing as much to serve her and his father as he had before, darting back and forth down the length of the garden to his sister's bidding too. It was good somehow to see that his relationship with Hannah was still the same as it had been, even if there was a kinkier element to so much after all that had come to pass. He never, after all, had watched a cock ploughing into her, sweetly spreading her folds like his shaft would never again be able to do with a woman, her lips parting in a cry of ecstasy. Neither would he feel a woman suckle his length longingly into her mouth with honey-sweet lips, tongue flicking up against his length, swirling around the tip, giving him as much pleasure as he strove to give her.

He had other things available to him too, Hannah's boyfriend getting down between her legs before orgasm was his, her pussy dripping with her arousal, his tongue delving eagerly into her. That was one thing that Jake was glad to see, that she would not go without in any way, her body rocking to his touch, that it was not a one-way relationship at all when it came to the sexual aspect. He didn't want such a wonderful, thick lady to miss out. His sister had gotten new clothes too, throwing out the old, though he had been embarrassed to find out that he had been "gifted" a pair of her old shorts to wear.

They shouldn't have fitted him and yet they did, a little tight on his hips even. He had never thought before that he and his sister were all that close in size, but the differences between them were striking. Where Jake had slimmed down, fat repositioning itself on his body, his thighs a little softer, his belly lacking definition while he was not fat, his sister's backside has expanded thickly, deviously round and soft with a powerful hint of muscle under there too. He'd seen how hard she could fuck her boyfriend when she was riding his cock, but seeing her squeal as

Small dicked men to be treated, he read on the news site, though the language choices still made him raise an eyebrow. Medical enhancements are available for the beta males affected by the vaccine.

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Well, that didn't sound so bad. It would just be like something to treat the side effects of the vaccine then, would it? That was not so bad, it was all new, after all, maybe they should have done some more testing with it, just to make sure that there would not be side effects like what he was experiencing. The article seemed promising, advising that one should go to their doctor for the best opportunity for comfort, though a guide of an alpha female was advised.

Why couldn't he go anywhere without them anymore? He shook his head, leaning back in the creaking, old computer chair that had been in his room there for so many years, though his mother had only the other day kissed the top of his head and promised him a new one, if he was good. And he was always good, wanting to be good for her, even if it was not something that had ever before been in her mind. Getting to see her naked body each and every day, however, was most likely one thing that allowed him to want to do things for her, to be more than he ever had been for her.

In being less of a man, he could be a better son. Rubbing her feet after sex was one thing he could do for her, though Jake did not take any pleasure in the act. He only did it because he'd been told to, though he got to see the soft folds of her pussy, how his father's cream trickled out of her sex, her thighs so thick and full around.

She was glorious and he would have done anything to be closer to her, each day, watching her be fucked in all kinds of positions, wanting to be close and not at the same time. The conflicting emotions, in their own way, made it all the more delicious for him, forcing him in while his cock throbbed, though felt different to before. It was as if his arousal, despite getting to see everything that his mind screamed at him that he could ever have possibly wanted, was not as strong as it had been, that part of him weaker too.

"Honey, fetch mom a glass of water."

It may have been phrased as a request but, of course, there was nothing Jake could do against it. It was right but it was wrong and, to be fair, he wasn't doing anything wrong either, not as he was kept away, grinding his smaller and smaller cock into a pillow, just for some stimulation. The jury was out on whether he would have plump and horny down there if he had not had to listen to his mother and sister crying out in orgasmic ecstasy every night, but the natural drive to have sex... That, for sure, was not what it had used to be. But not everything had to be understood in a night, a single day.

His shaft shrank more and more, his sister's boyfriend clapping him on the shoulder as he passed hard enough to send Jake stumbling sideways. It was a familiar clap, however, not one meant at all maliciously, though those that were not his mother did sometimes forget that he was not as strong as he used to be.

"Aw, honey, don't you worry, I'll make sure you have all you need right here. Come to mom now, that's right."

He was cared for and treated well, even if his role had changed, the course of life stretching out before him promising something different. But he could not find anything at all wrong with that as he sat in her lap, blushing lightly, the heat of embarrassment no longer rising to christen the upper curves of his ears with a warm glow. The flow of her warm milk slipping down his throat was soothing and, well, he needed to eat too, even if he could stomach some other foods, as long as he had a good bellyful of her milk too.

The sweetness of lactation brought him closer and closer to her, the cuckold son in more ways than one, even if it was, moment by moment, a term that Jake was accepting. Yet again, there were so many others that had accepted it as their own, though it was not often a term that should have been cherished and held close to one's heart like a gift given from a lover, but it had become theirs, that of the beta males. They had to take something for themselves when all that they had thought they had been, all that they had thought they would be, had been taken in the blink of an eye.

All for the better, of course. Always for the better.

"My darling... Everything's going to be okay."

He didn't mind. He really didn't. Not when everything felt so good and safe and warm and right exactly as it was, nestled in against her large bosom, murmuring around her nipple. He didn't linger on either one for any great length of time, knowing that he would make her sore otherwise, his love and care for his mother reciprocated, linking and bonding them. Yet they would never hold the same relationship that they used to and, with all the changes afoot, that was alright too.

His mother crooned to him softly and called him her darling, her sweetheart, warm and comforting, though Jake was more focused on the feel of her warm breasts against his face and cheeks. Sometimes, he even turned his head a little so that he could feel them a little more, enjoying the soft comfort of it, a stolen little sensation that no one knew that he was taken. As the voyeur-cuck of the family, it seemed like all that he could take. If his sister had lactated too (if she did, she hadn't told him, not yet), he would have gladly helped her out, but their bond and relationship was still shifting and changing too.

All things came in time and not all could come instantly, after all.

However, he could not hide his shrinking shaft forever, all the way down to a tiny nub that was no more than the size of a lady's thumb. He didn't bother trying to measure it, not as his balls drew back, the skin a little loose but seeing that it was more and more obvious that there was less in them. No one was looking at his shaft either way - or not until Hannah caught a glimpse of him changing after he'd gotten his mother's breast milk on his shorts. At least her concern showed that there was still something between them, her sisterly teasing nothing more than that, even if there was an undercurrent of humiliation. Hannah did not deny that his place in the family and the world had dropped, though she relished in it a little, making eye contact with him while she fucked her boyfriend. But Hannah had always been like that, so it was only natural that it had played on as her both expanded, her curves to die for while her younger brother fantasised about her as much as their mother.

His mother made him undress in the privacy of his bedroom, though it was embarrassing, humiliating, and not done without much protest on his part. Sure, his mother had to have heard about what was happening to some (or rather a lot of) beta males, but he didn't want her to see what he had down there between his legs. Not that it even reached between his legs anymore, but, oh... He looked away as she inspected him with a clinical yet soft, motherly touch. There was nothing sexual about it, only humiliation for Jake with regards to his size.

"Jake, honey... Honey, look at me."

He didn't want to, shivering, a towel held half-open around his bottom half, as if he could close it and make the whole thing go away in a moment. But he couldn't.

"Jake..." His mother turned him to face her disapprovingly, tugging the towel gently but firmly away when he tried to cover himself. "Sweetie, you know you shouldn't hide things like this from me. We're going to have to have that taken care of, sweetheart, it's nothing to be embarrassed of. I'm your mom, I've seen it all already."

And she most certainly did not view him in any kind of sexual way, the attraction between them going only one way. She already had a man, even if he was not an alpha - not like the alpha ladies that so many women around the world had become. They had dominated and they had ruled, so many men even stepping aside for them. Where they may have been viewed in a sexual light, their power and confidence were not traits that could any longer be set aside or merely considered "bossy" or "bitchy", but something to be proud of. Everything about them took them forward, surging into positions in the world where they could make a change, influence the world further afield, while beta males like Jake were set aside for a quiet, gentler path. It was up for debate as to which of them had the better end of the stick, but it was different for both of them, the span of the world becoming something new.

Evolution. That was the term that the doctor used when he sat in the doctor's office, thankfully nice and private even from the nurses, though the doctor that he saw was female too when he'd thought that his old one had been male. He wanted to ask some of the new male nurses how they were finding the job, but he was there for his health and wellbeing, his mother's warm arm protectively around him. It was almost as if she was keeping others away from him, though things were not quite so, her natural, motherly air swelling as much as her body.

"A small incision can be made here," the doctor explained, her black hair drawn back into a tight ponytail and her green eyes warm with confidence. "It's nothing to be worried about and we've performed the procedure many times. This will ensure that your health remains intact and, of course, attending to bodily functions in the bathroom will be no problem for you. It's an outpatient surgery so...we could actually fit you in next week."

Jake shook his head, thoughts swirling around his mind so swiftly that one chased the tail of the one preceding it, not allowing him to think straight.

"Oh, I think I need..." He had to buy a little time, scrambling and scraping, tumbling head over heels as he fell down the rabbit hole into a new world order where women ruled. "Yes, a little time to think, I don't, uh, mind having a later surgery, it's okay... It's not really doing me any harm."

The doctor frowned, though there was still an aura of warmth in her eyes.

"Oh, honey..." Why was she calling him that? "I'm afraid the decision is not up to you. You are his mother, indeed? I trust you have identification to prove this, simply for our records?"

He blinked, confused, as his mother smiled and passed over paperwork that he had never seen, though, of course, he would never have said that she was not his mother.

"Of course, it's all here."

"You see, Jake, you must not have been aware, in your current state, that a law has been passed to ensure that you are best cared for."

He blinked, sinking back into his chair a little more, stomach twisting itself up into knots. It didn't help his case that he couldn't stop staring at the doctor's breasts. Being so large, they drew the eye, though she did not have the highly expanded buttocks of his mother in the way that made his heart pound fervently. He still preferred how his mother looked, and Hannah too.

Wait, what were they saying?

"That's why all legal and medical decisions for you have been passed back into the care of your mother. She may appoint your father to make these decisions in her stead, if ever needed, but there is always the option of Hannah, your sister, having control of this too."

"I'm more than happy to look after my son," Susanne said, though he believed her, even if the autonomy for his medical decisions had been stripped from him. "Sweetie, I'll explain it more to you later, it must be quite a shock to hear that you will need the surgery. But with your size, you're never going to have any viable sperm to father a daughter anyway. There's no need for you to keep something that small, not when there's such a quick and simple procedure to, well...take it all away from you."

And that was just how Jake found himself bracing himself for a procedure that he could not say "no" to, even if his lips or mind have never actually formed the word or said that he didn't want it. He didn't say "no" and didn't know how to, helplessly going along with what all the strong, beautiful women in his life wanted him to do.

It was easier. It was safe. It made him feel at home. Those were all things he wanted.

Society changed. He changed too.

Jake signed up for nursing school, after the vaccinations for men like him had been rolled out, though the theory was still something that he could do from home. Until they, he crossed his legs, folding one comfortably over the other and jigging a foot in the air, smiling faintly, the moans of his mother coming through the walls as they so often did. Maybe he should go see if she needed anything? There was not much left for him to do until he was allowed out again for non-urgent reasons and, even then, they were saying that beta males would be restricted in where they could go, what they were allowed to do. Legislation moved quickly, it seemed, when it was so sensible: absolutely no one opposed it. That must have meant that it was a good thing.

The surgery went well and it was a relief too, in a way, to know that he would not have to make any big decisions, that more laws were being passed to protect men like him. They would still be born, of course, but such effects would not occur to them until between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one, it was expected, so they would be able to live their lives as they were meant to. They would not be forced into roles that they were not supposed to take, but led the way by the motherly, maternal figures, shown where their true calling way, what best suited their new genetics.

His mother moved through his days and his dreams, her thick figure dominating everything. Jake loved her all the more for it, though he no longer had a shaft to stroke at night, only a neat opening through which he could urinate. It was neat and clean and pristine and exactly as it was supposed to be. They had been right, of course, in that it had only been a nuisance to him after it had shrunk, a note of painful humiliation that was not at all like the warming sense of humiliation. For there were good kinds and bad kinds. The good kind was when he knew he could never please his mother like his father could, not with no cock or a tiny cock. The bad kind was when it hurt him afterwards to feel that burning heat searing through him.

They took the bad away from him, leaving only the good. That was why the woman in his life should have always been in charge. They knew better than him, taking more pleasure than he ever could have.

Arousal? Yes, it was there, but only linked to his mother, how she looked in the throes of bliss, supporting her, watching her, her body imprinted on his mind in the best of ways. Even after the drastic twists and turns that his life had taken, Jake knew that he was not alone, that everything was as it was supposed to be. He could take peace in that, find solace in that, comfort in that.

He didn't have to think. He had his mother looking out for him in that regard.

The beta effect changed his life and Jake wouldn't have had it any other way.