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1974: China begins to study their population problems and how to slow its growth. The Chinese culture values male offspring over female and any mandatory restrictions would simply cause continued male population growth, but almost stopping females being “born”. Medical science explores a cure.

1979: China’s “one child policy” began to be implemented after secret experimental genetics tests caused “unwanted modifications” to the babies being born to tested women. All information relating to the study was reported to be destroyed, along with any of the serum used. Not all vials were accounted for but no reports were made to authorities concerning the accounting problems.

2009: Tibetan rebels acquire the serum, actually a genetically altered virus, and begin to replicate and stockpile enough to release in the air over most of the major cities in China.

May 17 2011: Virus is released into the air in 15 cities across China. Almost no publicity is generated, as there is no known visible effect from its release.

May 21 2011: Virus completes it circumnavigation of the globe. Every human is infected although no one is as yet aware. The X and Y-chromosomes are joined in both the genders.

February 6 2012: First XY hermaphrodite baby is born in Bangkok, Thailand.

February 29 2012: Last truly genetic female human baby is born in Yemen. Panic begins to sweep the globe as evidence continues that each new birth is tainted with XY and there may not be a way to reproduce once genetic males and females are no longer able to. Further research begins in earnest.

June 3 2030: First vaginal birth by an XY human. Baby is healthy and “normal” XY human.

November 18 2101: Last genetic female dies. The last male precedes her in death by less than a year. Only XY humans remain on Earth.

Notes: Mother recovers from pregnancy and shows no ills signs from pregnancy. To all appearances, the mother still looks like the old male human.
Father seems to have reaction to the impregnation and begins to lactate late in the 8th month of the pregnancy, though no there is minimal breast growth.
Continued research has shown that the female portions of each human now mature very near the 16th birthday and the uterus is perpetually fertile. The male portions, although able to achieve erection as early as age 13, becomes rigid and stays that way for 3 days per month. This condition starts sometime after the persons 18th birthday. During this time, the penis is capable of ejaculation. Copulation during this time with a person of mature female parts almost 100% results in pregnancy.
Intercourse, when not in the rod, gives almost no pleasure to the guy actually fucking the other guy’s pussy. Erection is easy to attain, but the sensation is almost nil. However, the vagina was continuously in a state of horniness. Intense pleasure is derived from simply having a cock or other phallic inside the vaginal cavity.
Once a person has become pregnant, the male parts cease from functioning and are simply ornamental. There has never been found a way to reverse this condition.

April 21 2190: Jeff looked at himself in the mirror, turned to one side and the other. He held the skirt up and tried to imagine not only what wearing it would be like, but having a growing bulge pushing it out as well.

He heard his mother in the kitchen downstairs and knew he was pushing his luck if he lingered any longer. He slipped the garment into the drawer under his bed and went downstairs.

His mom looked up as Jeff descended the stairs. “Hi honey, where are you off to?”

He grabbed a cookie from a plate sitting in front of his 8-year-old brother, flicking a few crumbs in his hair.

“MOM!!” screamed Dale, reacting to the crumbs.

“Off to Chad Barstow’s. We have to work on a History paper. See you around 6:00.”

He almost made it to the door before mom grabbed him by the arm and whispered in his ear, “You just make sure that if you do any plunging, you have some protection, you hear me? You are getting to close to a setting age to go doing that without thinking about it.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and acted like he was not interested in hearing his elder’s advice. But his eyes strayed to look down at the exposed belly above his mom’s skirt and his obviously pregnant form. He shivered slightly, nodded silently, and then headed up the street.

Jeff’s mother watched him go, slowly rubbing his round belly. 3 months to go still. He considered the impending arrival of his 5th child, then started to think about the age Jeff was. Chad Barstow was the only son of a very wealthy family in town.

This made a call to his father necessary. It was just about time to have a real sit down talk with their son.

“Plunging” was exactly what Jeff had on his mind. He did not know of a single buy in his class that didn’t do it. His junior year alone he had hooked up with at least a dozen of them.

Not that you talked about it. You could never tell who was seeing whom. Unless you wore a skirt to school, you kept your plunging hush-hush. And if you made the decision to be a mother before you graduated, you officially dated. Dating couples were always big news.

Jeff looked up and down the street as he walked up to Chad’s door. He knew Chad’s parents were not going to be home. His dad worked till at least 6:00 and his mom was taking his little brother to the dentist. Perfect. He opened the door and slipped inside.

Chad called from upstairs. “That you, Jeff?”

“Yeah. Be right up.” He grabbed a cola from the refrigerator as walked through the kitchen and headed up the stairs. Chad was waiting.

Chad Barstow was a senior. He was 19 and had been in the rod since a month after he turned 18. His last rod had been over a week ago. But that was not what he was interested in. Chad was a brain and Jeff needed help with History. They had arranged his help for 20 minutes of plunging.

Although they had no real attraction other that being in a couple of classes together, Jeff and Chad got along all right in school. Chad was never going to be a skirt, and it was very doubtful he would decide to be a mother as well. He just wanted a good plunging and Jeff was not in the rod yet.

It was an arrangement that was not uncommon. In fact it happened more than anyone guessed.

Chad smiled as Jeff entered his room. He was laying across his bed, History notes in one corner and the sheet covering his naked waist. Jeff knew the drill.

“Twenty minutes, right? Then you spend at least half an hour working on my draft.”

Chad nodded. He watched as Jeff slid down his jeans and slid open the fly on his panties. Jeff began to work his cock into its erect state. As he did he stepped closer to the now totally reclined senior.

“Tell you want. I plunge you for 30 minutes and you plunge me for 5 before we start. How does that sound?”

As Jeff moved Chad’s cock and balls aside and slid his rigid member into the waiting slit, Chad moaned and agreed to Jeff’s terms.

Joe Senger sat at his desk 5 stories above the City Street laying plans for his next round of stock trades. The phone at his desk chirped.

“Mr. Senger, your spouse is on line 4.”

“Thank you, Bill. Send it through.” He sat up and waited for Line 4 to light up. He grabbed it on the first ring.

“Hey babe. How are things?” he said merrily. He reached down and caressed his rigid penis through the fabric of his slacks. “I have wonderful plans for your bulging body later tonight…heh heh.”

He was in the second day of being “in the rod” and because his spouse was already pregnant, Pat would not mind him cumming inside him 2 or 3 times a day. He was always horny, every mother was, but that did not mean that most fathers did not have to go without while they were in the rod. Mothers knew they would get pregnant if they did and they were not interested in being in the “Baby-a-Year” club.

“I just bet you do,” came the reply over the phone. Pat Senger was looked froward to these 3-day marathon sessions they enjoyed lately. Most of the time, he was begging for even 10 minutes of Joe’s cock stroking his vagina. “But I called because I think we need to have “the talk” with Jeff. He has been spending a lot more time with older boys and he is getting close to 18 himself. I think he needs to be aware of how he could make a mess of his future if he is not careful.”

Jeff’s father nodded and glanced at his watch. “You are right. We should both be there. Remember that you are the one that thinks he may be considering choosing the skirt, and I have no experience with that. I don’t think he has anything going on tonight. Let’s get Dale and Buddy in bed, and then sit him down. Sound good?”

His spouse agreed. There were the customary “I love you’s” and they hung up.

It was 4:30 and there was just time enough to get a little plunging done of his own. He pressed the intercom.

“Bill, would you have 15 minutes for me in here?”

Bill smiled at his desk, then rose and entered the office. He closed the blinds and slipped his slacks off, seeing his boss already had HIS on the floor, along with his panties.

They both had spouses and both had been through formal “setting ceremonies”. But once that happened, their spouse never got erect again. It meant they had to get their own pussies fucked somewhere and this was a good arrangement. He knew Joe had his rod and he never THINK of letting him fuck his pussy that way. The last thing he wanted was to get pregnant and join the mothers.

He would plunge the other man this time. The favor would be paid back sooner or later.

More likely sooner.

Pat Senger hung up and imagined the night they would have.

After talking to Jeff.

Then he would get the royal fucking his pregnant body craved. He loved the feeling of his spouse cumming inside him. It had been in a moment of weakness that he had allowed Joe to fuck him while Joe had been in the rod. Weakness that showed itself with a bulging belly and their next baby kicking and squirming inside.

He rubbed the protrusion tenderly. He loved being a mother. He hoped some of their sons chose to be mothers as well.

Jeff left Chad’s happy in more ways than one. He had the best outline ever for his History paper and he had coerced Chad into plunging him for 10 minutes instead of 5. He still tingled. Chad had a bigger cock than most guys Jeff had been with.

He stepped onto the front porch and pulled open the front door. As he stepped inside he noted the time. 6:10. Oh well. He was close. Late for dinner, but he was close.

“Jeff, is that you?” Rats, his dad did not sound happy. Jeff dropped his backpack on the couch and walked into the dining room, trying to keep a smile on his face.

The mood over dinner was unusually quiet that evening. Although he had been slightly late, dinner was not quite ready, so he was forgiven. Dale was as loud as normal and told them everything that was going on in his class.

Buddy, the youngest brother at age 4, happily ate his casserole and babbled about his substitute teacher. His pre-school teacher was off on maternity leave. Jeff’s father had picked him up on the way home after work.

The scene was normal. Just the mood was…different.

His parents kept looking at each other and nodding slightly. Something was up.

After dinner, Jeff took out the garbage, Dale helped with dishes and Buddy had a bath. They all plugged into the vision system for half an hour, and then the younger boys were put to bed.

Jeff relaxed on the couch, still jacked into the audio when they walked into the living room and sat in love seat across from Jeff. He eyed them for just a moment, then unplugged.

“I suppose this has something to do with me going over to Chad’s today, right?”

They glanced at each other for a moment, and then Joe turned and asked the obvious. “Did you plunge with him?”

“Yeah”, he replied. “I know he is 19 and all, but he is not in the rod right now, and besides I mostly plunged him. I needed his help with a paper for class.”

“Did you use any protection?”

Jeff scoffed. “No, I am not even old enough and it would show if we were. I mean, look. You are in the rod now. It is no big secret. You can’t hide it.”

Joe glanced at the obvious bulge pressing a tent from his own crotch. “I am sure that you know the dangers. Just your mom and I are concerned that you be even more aware, now that you’re 18th birthday has passed. It is the “THE TALK” that parents all have with their sons if certain “choices” have not been made by the time you reach legal age. We only do it because we love you and care about future.”

“I know”, Jeff said a little sheepishly. “What exactly are you wanting to talk about? “My setting decision?”

Joe Senger tensed at he readied himself for his next statement. Pat jumped in.

“Jeff, honey, we wanted to give you a chance to talk openly about your setting decision with us. We know it is not always easy. Some of your classmates chose the skirt before they even turned 16. Jerry Brown went through his setting ceremony at 16, didn’t he? He is having his second baby, I heard.” He rubbed his own belly as he spoke. “We know you might have some questions and we want you to ask anything you want. Your father and I will answer anything you want.”

Jeff looked from his dad to his mom. He thought about all the things he had wanted to ask the both of them, but never had the nerve to. He looked at his dad sitting there “in the rod”, bulge proudly in front of him. He glanced at his mom whose bulging pregnancy promising his next brother would be born soon.

To his mom he spoke first, his curiosity piqued. “Why did you choose to be a mother?”

Pat smiled and blushed slightly. “I didn’t choose to be a mother at first.”

“What?” Jeff looked at his father, who just shrugged and smiled.

“When I met your mom, he had been set with another guy about 3 years before that. Your older brother Craig is his son, but your mom…was the father.” He held Pat’s hand tightly as he spoke. “We met and after a few months he decided that he wanted to set with me. It took a while for me to agree to set with a man that had fathered a child, but he was very convincing. And I have never regretted it.”

Jeff’s mom shook her head. “Me either. I would never go back to being a father.” He looked at his son. “Dale and Buddy don’t know about Craig. You won’t tell them our little secret yet, will you?”

Jeff was still in shock at the news. He had grown up thinking his older brother was just another product of the setting of his parents. This was actually fascinating news.

Turning to his dad he asked, “Do you ever miss getting plunged? I mean, being set with mom, and he can’t get …um…hard… any more,” he glanced a quick look at his mom, “don’t you wish you could get a cock in you? My pussy aches for it ALL the time.”

“And it will son. Even being a dad, I have all the desires of a mature pussy. It is almost constantly wishing some rodded cock would slide in there and set me. I just have to make sure that if anything goes in, it is not a rodded cock. We have some toys, your mother and I.” Joe patted his pregnant spouse on the leg.

Jeff looked from one parent to the other. His tapped a foot while trying to think of how to ask what was on his mind. He opened his mouth, looked at his father, and then closed it again. Pat got the hint.

“Honey,” he turned to his spouse, “I think you should go ahead and finish up in the kitchen before bed. Jeff and I need to have some father-son time.”

Pat nodded knowingly. This was not the first time they had had this talk with one of their sons. Craig had been in Jeff’s place once. Making decisions about what he would do with his life.

He grunted as he lifted his bloated frame off the couch, smiled at the two of them and made his way to the kitchen. Joe motioned to his son and they headed downstairs to Joe's workshop.

"What do you want to ask me that you couldn't in front of your mother?"

Jeff sat on a stool by the workbench. "I just...wanted to know if you ever...um... still plunged. Even after you set mom." He sighed slightly, glad that the question was finally out in the open.

His father sat on the other stool.

"You know that I love your mother very much and there is nothing that can split us up, but yes I do plunge a few other guys. I have never done it with a set mother. And, before you ask, yes mom knows. I have a pussy that has needs. Your mother knows what that is like. He is a very understanding spouse.

"In fact, he knew what I was like long before we ever got set. I was best man at his first setting ceremony."

Best Man. One of the 2 places of honor at a setting ceremony. The Brotherhood knew that there could be the occasional pair that would not be able to conceive. The best man was the one was chosen by the husband, that if no pregnancy was resulting from their setting, the wife would quietly go to the best man when he was in the rod and try to get pregnant that way. It was very open at the ceremony, but it was taboo to ever tell if you had conceived by the best man, as it would damage your spouse’s reputation as a father.

Jeff asked the obvious. "So if mom is not Craig's father, did he actually father him?"

"Well, I was never approached for help, and his wife was pregnant right away. So to answer whether Craig is my son by blood, no."

Jeff sighed and nodded. He felt better about things, knowing that all plunging did not stop after setting. He stood.

"I have a couple questions for mom, too"

"We knew you would, Jeff. Mom has some hot chocolate for you in the kitchen. And remember, whatever you decide to do, we both support you."

Jeff gave him a smile and a nod, closing the door behind him. At the top of the stairs he turned and entered the kitchen. Two mugs of hot chocolate were on the table and his mom sat a bit sideways on a chair across from him, his belly getting on the way of sitting normally.

"Care for some hot chocolate, honey?" he asked as he motioned toward the cup.

Jeff sat, looking at the man that had given birth to him.

He was about to speak when Pat interrupted him.

"I see you have been getting some limited use out of one of my skirts. I found it in your drawer while putting away some laundry."

Jeff blushed. He had not considered that the skirt might ever be found.

"Sorry, mom. I will give it back. Don't tell dad, OK?"

Pat reached across and patted his hand. "Quite the opposite, Jeff. We have known for almost 3 months. It is a perfectly understandable thing to try. Craig did. He even decided to be skirted at school for a while. I think it lasted 6 weeks."

The boy sat in amazement as the secrets about his family were finally being exposed. "To school?"

Pat nodded and pulled a photo from his shirt pocket. There was Craig, sometime around his 16th birthday, dressed in typical plaid shirt, but wearing a skirt that barely covered his knees.

"Could I ask you to do something for me, Jeff?"

He looked up from the picture, ripping his eyes from his big brothers photo.

"Sure."

"Would you let me see you in it? The skirt, I mean. I am your mother and we don't have to tell anyone."

Jeff's face turned 3 shades of re. "I don't think I am ready yet, OK?"

His mother looked at him with a warm smile that knew meant everything was going to be just fine. He smiled back and took another sip from his mug.

"Mom," he began, "do you ever wish your cock worked again? I mean, it won't get hard anymore because you had a baby and all. Are you ever sad?"

Familiar thoughts and memories flooded the pregnant man’s mind. Thoughts of his former wife, of being in the rod and the night of his setting ceremony. Seeing his son born and the thrill of nursing him.

Pat looked up with misty eyes and rubbed the ball shaped mound above waist of his skirt.

"Never, honey. I love being a mother and I would never trade being one for all the erections and all the plunging I could ever get."

There was silence for a few moments.

Pat slowly got out of his chair and waddled around the table to put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

"Jeff, if you ever want to try a skirt for a while, you let me know. Right now your father is in the rod and time is wasting." He patted his belly. "He can't get me any more pregnant than I am now, but is sure going to try."

Jeff gratefully took his cue and headed to bed as well. He needed his rest after this day.

April 22, 2190

Jeff stared into his drawer at the skirt. Atop it was a brand new pair of skirt panties, specially made for skirted male not to have any embarrassing bulges when they were not expected. He shuddered and closed the drawer, a pair of jeans firmly in his grip.

At school he saw all his usual friends and greeted them as he walked down the hall. What got his attention were the skirts. He had never paid a lot of attention to the boys that used this symbol to declare they wanted to be mothers.

Some had even set as soon as their bodies were capable of getting pregnant. Jerry Anderson, now Jerry Brown, was in his class because he had skipped his junior year last year to have his first baby. He was probably going to skip another year and graduate a year behind Jeff because he was starting to show with his second pregnancy.

To set as soon as you were fertile, close to age 16, was the best shot you had at developing wide hips for easier delivery. He knew his mom had a rough time because he had become a mother so late. Jerry glanced up at him as he walked by, and gave him a quizzical look.

"Hey, Jeff Senger, what you got on your mind? You look like you never seen a pregnant guy before."

Jeff looked around nervously. "Jerry, can I talk to you for a little bit?"

That got an eyebrow to shoot up. "Yeah, sure. What about?"

Jeff headed toward Study Hall, which he knew to be abandoned right now. He slipped in and closed the door behind them.

"I wanted to know why you chose to be a mother. Do you mind if I ask?"

Jerry sat on the top of a desk. "Not at all. You thinking of putting on a skirt and letting some rod make a baby factory out of you? Never mind, I don't need to know. I always wanted to be pregnant, have the babies and enjoy getting rodded. I was only 13 when I felt a rodded cock. I was not even close to fertile, but that sold me.

"But to answer what you are probably REALLY wanting to know, I love being a mother. Inside me is a baby boy, product of the love I have with Greg and I can't wait to be home with him as well as Teddy. I get to be a mom. Me, just plain old me. A guy in school. And I get to have a baby in my belly. Not just a skirt, I am a set man. If you want to know why is rules to be a skirt, you come to school tomorrow wearing one and I will show you."

He opened the door and walked away without a backward glance, his walk not yet altered by the baby he carried.

Jeff followed. And before he had made it to his first class, he had decided he was going to give it a try.

After school he slipped away before any of his friends could catch him and invite him over. He knew where THAT would lead. The back door squeaked a little as he entered and walked to the kitchen. His mom leaned against the kitchen table as he rested from preparing dinner.

It had been an unusually warm spring day and the temp in the kitchen had to be over 80. Pat had long since removed his shirt and sneakers and simply did his chores wearing only his skirt. He had considered doffing that as well, but you never knew when a delivery truck might show up and Pat was in no mood to have a stranger gawking at his pregnant body.

"Hi, hon. How was school today?"

Jeff set his backpack on a chair. He sighed and chose his words carefully.

"I had a talked with Jerry, used to be Anderson, Jerry Brown. He is pregnant again and I wanted to know what made him decide to set."

His mother nodded. "I remember him. I mentioned him last night, although I never mentioned that I dated Jerry’s mother a few times.” The pregnant man’s eyes twinkled. “He set with Greg Brown, didn't he?"

"Yeah, and he says if I decide to wear a skirt, he would show me some of his tricks."

Pat leaned back, his hands running almost continuous circles over his distended mound. He loved feeling the baby kick inside him and at this point in the pregnancy he wasn't uncomfortable all the time. He knew that would change soon.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I was hoping you would show me how to wear a skirt properly?"

There, he had said it. Relief washed over him.

"You do realize that a skirt tells the other boys you want to be a mom someday and that you might be asked to date? No plunging for skirts, that is for the fathers and younger boys."

Jeff knew what his mother was saying...and why.

"Yes, I think I want to be a mom, like you."

Pat heaved up and moved slowly around the table to give the boy a hug.

"Come on upstairs. I went out shopping today and found the cutest skirts. I thought we might be needing them."

Jeff followed him upstairs, his mouth hanging wide open in shock.

***

Jeff felt like every eye was on him as he opened the front door of the school and attempted to act natural as he headed toward his locker. His eyes were riveted to the floor. With that view, he saw the skirt he wore as he placed each step.

He was at school and he was wearing a skirt. Even now the reality was too unreal. He did not even want to see who might be staring.

Suddenly there was a pair jeans walking next to him. Expensive designer jeans.

"Senger, you never told me the other day that you were going to wear the skirt," said Chad Barstow as he moved in stride with the underclassman. "Stop and talk to for a minute."

Jeff moved against the wall and stood with one shoulder pressed against the solid surface. He slowly looked up into the other boy’s face.

"I made the decision last night. Is that OK with you? I mean, I would never let out that you plunged with me when I was a skirt. Really, I was pants then."

Chad softened a little and placed one hand on the wall by Jeff's head, leaning close. "No problem at all, buddy. Really. I just wondered if you would be interested..I mean if you are not too busy..maybe going out with..."

"Chad, you leave him alone. I swear, the first day a guy comes to school in a skirt and you try hitting on him." Jerry walked up, face red and the small roundness of his pregnancy moving to get between Jeff and Chad.

"You want to date him, you give him a day or so to get used to the idea, you got that?"

The pregnant boy took Jeff by the arm and hustled him into the restroom.

"You look good in a skirt, Jeff," he said as he walked to a sink to wash his hands. Jerry kept an eye on the meek skirted figure standing there.

Jeff decided he might as well relieve himself before class started and turned toward the urinal.

"Whoa there cowboy. Rule #1 in this game, a guy never lifts his skirt where a non-skirt might see you. You gotta pee, you use the stall." Jerry pointed to the row of doors just past the urinals. "Take my advice, Always use a stall with a lock that works." He laughed and went to dry his hands.

Jeff used the third stall he inspected. He called from behind the door, "There is a lot more to the skirt wearing than I ever thought about."

"You don't even know the half of it, mister."

***

"How did it go, hon," his mother was waiting for him at the door this time. He had sent his son off that morning with as instruction as he could think of and had been worried sick all day. "Did everyone treat you OK?"

Jeff blushed as he replied, "Four different guys want to date me already. Can you believe that?"

Pat Senger felt a flood of relief, which happened to coincide with a small kick from his unborn child.

"Well, tell your mom all about it. Who was asking you?"

Jeff did the eye rolling routine again as looked down, nervously adjusting the skirt. "Aw mom, really...not anyone, just some of the guys."

Pat crossed his arms, letting them rest on his belly. "Would you rather talk to your father about the boys that might want to stop by to see you."

Jeff looked up quickly with horror written all over his face. "No!" he choked.

"All right then, first of all, why do you think it is such a bad thing that boys want to date you?"

"Gosh, mom, it means that they think about..me...and maybe what being with me and rodding and setting and everything." He sat heavily in a chair.

His mother gazed fondly at the young man; aware he had bypassed most of the emotional distressed that choosing the skirt would cause. He chose his words carefully as he took a seat across from His son.

"Jeff you know what choosing to wear a skirt tells the other boys."

Jeff nodded

"And you know that they are going to treat you different and act different and THINK differently about you."

Jeff added blushing to his actions affirming what his parent was saying.

"Well if you are going to be a mother someday, some boy somewhere is going to have put his rodded penis inside your pussy. They think about it and you should as well."

Jeff spoke while he drew patterns on the table. "But I have ...plunged with every one of them. I just think about plunging them...and I miss it. Some of them do it every day. I won't have sex till my setting and then only with my spouse. Fathers get it all the time with their friends, how do you deal with only having dad...having to get him hard all the time, except when he is in the rod and wants to get you pregnant?" He looked his mom right in the eye. " It just seems like being able to plunge, and get plunged, is a lot more sexually fulfilling."

Pat pondered his son's words.

"Jeff, let me ask you something. Have you ever felt a cock "in the rod"?"

Jeff softly said he had not as a faint blush washed over him again.

His mom stood and motioned for Jeff to follow him. He led the way to his own bedroom and pointed to the bed. Jeff sat as his pregnant parent made his way into the closet, returning shortly after with a wooden box the size of a shoebox. It had a small lock on it.

"This was given to me by my former mother-in-law. When my wife died, he had no other sons that were mothers and he had handed it down to her son, my spouse, when we set. I had never seen it before, but she came to me with it when I announced I was becoming a mother. My own mother, your grandmother Chandler, had died a few years earlier."

Pat set the box on the bed and pulled a key from a pocket of his maternity skirt. He unlocked the box and sat by it, still closed.

"Honey, mothers have a far better sex life than just being with their setting spouse."

She opened the box, revealing at least a dozen dildos, vibrators and other devices.

"You see, we get pleasure from a lot of things."

She patted him gently on the shoulder.

"This is yours. I want you to take this key and box. Find a good place to hide it and let me know where you do, because I do still use these a lot. Not as often as I used to, but I get some alone time in when you are at school."

The shades of red that made up the color in Jeff's face were too many to count. He gently touched each phallic as he tried to think of what to say. No words came.

His mother stood and placed the box on his lap. As he did, he pulled one particular shaft out of the box and held it up for him to see.

"You need to hurry before Dale comes home. You don't ever want your little brother getting into these; He would never leave his room. But I want you to try this one first. This is as close to a realistic rodded penis as I have ever seen. If you want to know why most mothers would never go back to being a father, you just slide this into the place your baby will grow, Now scoot."

The nervous teen left the room and his mother followed. Jeff went upstairs and Pat headed for the kitchen, He had only just gotten an apron on when Dale came bursting through the door, excited as usual about his day at school.

Pat got him a glass of milk and some graham crackers and had just sat down to hear about Dale's day when they were both startled by the scream of pleasure that echoed from the upstairs.

"What was THAT?" Dale inquired, about to go look for himself.

His mom directed him to sit and stay right where he was.

"Nothing, dear. I think your older brother is just doing some homework."

Pat knew all too well, all too well.

***

August 2, 2190
Jeff stood nervously before the big double doors and waited. His shirt was pressed, tie on straight and the coat he wore fairly glistened, it was so clean.

"Honey, you look fine. Stop checking you clothes all the time."

Jeff's mother stood at his side and patted him on the back, a gentle help for the nervous young man.

Jeff, for his part, nodded but kept adjusting his clothes, especially the silk slacks he wore. It seemed like forever since he had not worn a skirt. The feeling of the pants legs was foreign to him.

"Thanks," he muttered, looking his parent up and down.

Pat Senger looked radiant. He stood tall next to Jeff, who was only an inch shorter than he. He was almost back to his pre-pregnancy form. He wore a restraining device under his shirt to keep the baby-fat from making him look totally out of shape.

He wore a pale blue skirt and white shirt. Simple but elegant. His tie was the same blue as his skirt as well as matching the color of the sash Jeff wore. Pat glanced at the clock, then the doors, then over at the other waiting figure.

A very round figure.

"Are you going to make it through this, Jerry?"

Jerry Brown looked like he was either going to sweat until he melted or blow up from the baby that he carried. He was almost full-term and the skirt that had been prepared for this event was straining to keep the giant belly under control.

Jerry smiled and gave a thumbs up. "I would not miss this for the world. I think even if I was in labor, I would do what I could to be here. "If my water breaks up there, just keep going. I will act like nothing happened and just tell people later the baby landed a direct hit on my bladder."

The other men chuckled, and then nervous tension descended upon them again. Jeff returned to fidgeting with his outfit.

There were two young boys there, one at each door. In unison, they stiffened, then each pulled on one of the heavy doors and they began to swing into the room.

Music from the other side flooded the chamber they stood in as the entire room rose to its feet and turned to look at the door through which Jeff and his attendants were about to walk.

"This is it," thought Jeff to himself, swallowing hard and taking a step. "I am walking down the aisle in my setting ceremony. Oh my GOD!"

He smiled and led the way, walking slowly down he aisle for every man in the room to see. Every mother, father and boy followed his movements as he made his way to the front of the sanctuary.

Slightly behind and to his right was his mother, head held high and proud of the son he had raised. On the other side was Jerry Brown, grunting slightly with each step. His huge belly swayed as he walked, making him waddle and have to lean slightly back to counterbalance the weight of the child swimming inside him.

They made a striking trio. A man that had given birth to weeks prior, a man that could give birth at any time, and one that would be pregnant before the clock struck midnight.

They walked together toward the front, dragging the eyes of onlookers with them. Jeff glanced to the left and right, giving nods to the various well wishers he knew.

With only 10 rows of seats to walk by on their trek to the raised platform at the front, the crowd composition changed. On the right were the families of the setting participants. From parents, siblings and extended relations, the little group drew the approving smiles and nods from the men and boys assembled.

On their left stood the rows and rows of unset skirted men and boys. Their part of the ceremony would come later.

Jeff looked forward again and, for the first time all day, he saw Chad. The man that would set with him this night stood at the front of the sanctuary, his face full to bursting with smiles. Jeff was only slightly taken aback when he looked at the man next to him, dressed in a matching tuxedo. Mr. Chadwick Barstow Jr. had the place of honor, having been chosen by his son to be Best Man.

Custom determined that the choices of Best Man and Mother of Honor were kept secret from each of the ceremony's participants. Jeff saw Chad's eyes look Jerry up and down, his stiffly rodded cock pressing for escape.

That rod was going to make him pregnant, Jeff knew. If it failed in its mission, if Jeff was able to achieve an erection tomorrow morning, proof he had not been impregnated, Jeff would have to seek out the matching rodded penis that demanded escape from Chad's father’s slacks.

For unknown reasons, men living in close quarters for extended lengths of time were likely to be "in the rod" at the same time. It was called "cycle matching".

As he passed the front rows of sanctuary, he glanced at his father. Joe Senger was the only onlooker sitting, and Jeff quickly saw why. Joe sat with a blanket over one shoulder and Jeff's newest little brother was underneath. Little Charlie had chosen a most inopportune moment to demand to be nursed. Jeff's father was waved a free hand as Jeff turned to face the front and the Brotherhood priest standing at the front.

Jeff had to swallow hard and work to keep from getting too nervous ass he went over the next steps of the ceremony in his mind.

Chad stepped forward and took Jeff from his mother, who went to stand by Jeff's nursing father. Chad's father took a place behind and to the right, matching Jerry, and followed as the setting couple approached and climbed the platform.

After the audience was told to be seated, the normal speeches were made. Reminders of why setting ceremonies were important, how they were changed from the old days, and how the human race would move forward as long as men did their part as mothers and fathers.

Jeff felt the apprehension grow as time slipped by. The part he and Chad were going to play was about to begin.

The priest took both their hands and led them through the vows that each had prepared. They were short and to the point. Promises of care and provision. Mentions of the children they would they would have and the responsibility of bringing them up.

There was a moments pause, and then the priest stepped back. His eyes locked onto Chad's.

"Do you bring any token of the change you are about to make in the life of this, your spouse?"

Chad nodded and said he did. He turned and gestured toward his father. Chadwick Barstow Jr. leaned down and lifted a folded white garment from a box on the floor next to him. At this point he gave his son, Chadwick Barstow the third, a pat on the shoulder and took a seat in the front row on the parent's side of the room.

Jeff turned and hugged Jerry, who whispered in his ear something no one else could hear. Then he carefully moved down the steps, his baby belly making each step difficult.

One of the skirted guys in the front row on that side got up and held his arm to steady him. Jerry smiled and sat in the front row next his helper.

"I bring a skirt for him; fit for the spouse and mother he shall be," Chad spoke, getting everyone's attention returned to the three remaining figures on the platform.

He held up the white skirt, intricate with light blue designs and stylishly cut. The priest turned to Jeff.

"Do you accept this token from Chad as a sign of your position and place with him?"

Jeff said, "I do." His voice was a little husky and quiet.

They were motioned to a small partition that had been erected on the parent's side of the sanctuary on the platform. Chad took Jeff by the hand and led him to it, staying outside where everyone could see him but letting Jeff be out of sight and private. Chad stood holding the skirt.

Jeff, alone for the first time all day, slowly removed the silk slacks he was wearing. He listened as he did, his movements making no noise to cover the crowd's, and heard none. The tension in the air had reached such a point that you could almost feel it.

From out of sight, standing in his shirt, coat and panties, he handed his pants. He was rewarded by being given the skirt, which he began to step into.

Chad took the pants and moved to the center of the platform. Jeff watched from his vantagepoint. Jeff stopped, one foot inside his new garment, mesmerized by the next event.

Chad held the pants in both hands, one hand gripping each pant leg. Then with a fluid motion he tore the pants in half, The ripping sound filled the room, and was immediately replaced by the resounding cheer from the crowd.

By this act, Chad showed them all he would never allow his spouse to go back to wearing, either by choice or by need. He smiled warmly at their well wishers and waited just one moment for the celebration to diminish. Then he gestured toward the place Jeff stood.

Jeff was still transfixed, having stopped and never resumed dressing. He quickly slid into his clothing, tucked in his shirttails and walked out from behind the partition. At his appearance, the crowd once again exploded in applause.

Jeff stood next to Chad in front of them all, hand in hand, and blushed slightly. He was next.

The priest had walked down to floor level and now spoke up to the two young men.

"Do you, Jeff, offer any sign of your commitment and devotion to this man?"

Jeff whispered, "I do."

The priest put a hand behind one ear.

Jeff cleared his throat.

"I do. I offer him myself with no reservations."

He had said it. His relief was overwhelming and his apprehension was now over. He turned toward Chad and nodded.

Chad beamed as he slowly and carefully dropped Jeff's hand and stepped down on step. Turning his back to the crowd, he moved in front of his spouse and dropped to his knees.

As Jeff's knees shook, Chad carefully reached under the skirt and up to Jeff's hips. Careful to not lift the hem enough to reveal anything, his fingers found then waistband of Jeff's panties. Jeff could feel his face redden as Chad groped for a grip under there.

Then with a fluid motion, Chad slid the panties down and pressed them against the floor. Jeff lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing the undergarment complete release from him. He could feel the coolness of the air against exposed places under the skirt.

Chad turned and held the panties high in he air.

There was no noise. Every person in the room waited as Chad pushed his thumb into the waistband, pulled with the other hand and shot it out over the group of skirts sitting in the front on the left side. I came to rest in the lap of a red headed young man of about 16 years of age.

The cheer of the crowd was deafening as the boy held it up, the smile filling his freckled face. Legend was that the one who had the panties land in their lap was the next to have a setting ceremony.

Chad resumed his place at Jeff's side and the priest proclaimed them set. He directed the crowd to leave out the back, the reception would be held outside and couple would join them in less than half an hour.

He pointed to the door behind the partition. Chad practically dragged Jeff through it and closed the door behind them.

They were in the setting room. There was only a bed and a nightstand with a lamp. Nothing else. That was really all that was needed. Everyone now talking and slowly making their way out of the sanctuary knew what was going to happen.

By the time they saw Jeff again, he would be set. He would be a mother, a pregnant mother.

He turned and looked at the man who would be the father. Chad already had his pants off, and was naked from the waist down.

His rod was beautiful. The head got fiery red when a cock was in the rod and it got hard as a rock.

Jeff knew because he had gotten his first rodded cock only 3 weeks ago. He had been mortified that it would show under his skirt, but his mother had said these things were common and he had been in the rod four times before Joe and he had set. He had been given a "hard liner", a thick padded device that held the rod close against him and did not allow others to know his condition. He had re marked that it felt like a diaper between his legs where part of it covered his pussy, and his mom smiled.

"It is part of the price you pay for being the mother, honey."

Now he was staring at one. The rod that would make him pregnant. Many times he hoped. He gave a little smile as he lifted the skirt up to his waist, revealing his pens and balls. Then he sat on the bed and lay back.

Now Chad could see Jeff's pussy. It glistened slightly from the excitement of expectation. Chad stepped forward until he stood between Jeff's knees, his erect rod pointing straight into the place their babies would grow.

"I love you, Jeff," he said as he moved forward, The head touched Jeff's labia and the intensity of the moment made them both inhale sharply.

"I love you, too. Please make a baby in me, make your man pregnant and let's have many babies together."

Chad pushed. His red knob disappeared into Jeff and they locked eyes. They were both feeling things they had never experienced. The cock, in its rodded state, feels everything as it performs its duty. Every bump and knob inside the vagina brings waves of pleasure to the impregnating man. Chad was getting his first taste what REAL sex was going to be like with his spouse.

“Oh my God, Jeff. You feel so damned good. This just ROCKS compared to plunging.” Chad grimaced as he spoke, the strain making him sweat slightly. His cock was still moving deeper into the boy he was about knock up.

Jeff was feeling ecstasies of his own. He had prepared himself somewhat by using the tool his mother gave him.

He knew now that a REAL rod was poorly copied. He groaned and pushed, working that wonderful piece of flesh deeper into its rightful home. Lying on his back with his legs over the side of the bed, his knees worked to get as much distance as possible between them.

“Deeper, please, Chad. Push into me. I want to feel you as you make a baby inside me.”

As they were new with these feelings, the moment happened as soon as Chad had entered fully into his bride. The head of his rodded cock flared as he felt true release for the first time. He looked at Jeff, who returned the stare as they both felt themselves going past the point of no return.

Jeff gasped as Chad grunted, pressing his enlarged and raging meat as far as he could into the awaiting womb. His seed erupted inside that most secret place and both men knew there was no going back.

"Chad, you are cumming...inside me. We are going to have a baby, honey. I can't believe it."

Chad panted, nodding without a word as he slid his cock in and out of the now slippery hole of his spouse. Over the coming months he would see Jeff's belly swell with their child and he himself would begin to produce milk for the baby about 8 months from this time. He could not have been happier.

"Jeff...*pant*...I can't wait to see...*whew* your big pregnant belly. You are going to be a wonderful mother to our children."

Jeff lay back and drank in the feelings that washed over him. Children. More than one. The action of his husband filling him with creamy baby juice and getting him pregnant was going to happen again...and again.

He couldn't wait.

Jeff softly sighed as the red cap once again slid out into the light of the room. It dripped slightly from the mix of their juices. Chad turned, suddenly shy, to retrieve his panties and slacks. His cock was still hard as steel and would remain so for another 2 days. Jeff marveled at what that one piece of human anatomy could accomplish.

Jeff knew what he needed to do as well. If he did not clean up, he would leave sticky drops of His man's sperm all over the dance floor at the reception. He opened the drawer of the nightstand pulled out a wrapped box. Inside was a gift pack for new mothers-to-be.

He removed a pair of "mother panties". These were tighter elastic front and back, and were not made to allow for the erections that occurred in non-set men. Jeff rolled the thought around in his brain that he would never get an erection again.

Never.

He was very happy with the trade.

Next he looked for what his mother had told him would be waiting. He removed a small tube, something called a "tamper", and removed the packaging. Glancing at Chad, who was now completely dressed and watching intently, he spread his legs and pushed the device into his oozing baby hole. It felt a little dry but soon he could sense it soften and swell from the moisture.

"Can't let all that wonderful sperm leak out of me while we dance, can I?"

Chad glanced down at the tented slacks, gently touching the point where the head of his cock rested.

"Plenty more for you to enjoy a little later, my dear."

Jeff sat up on the edge of the bed, and pulled the panties up his legs. Standing and still holding the skirt up around his waist, he adjusted them, getting used to the added pressure that was placed on his own cock and balls.

In the morning he would attempt to get erect. If he failed, he was pregnant and his setting was complete. If he could get hard, he would need to spend a few minutes with his father-in-law. Then the 9-month wait would commence.

He stood fully, dropping his skirt into place and smiling at the wonderful man that, he hoped, had just fathered a child in him.

Holding hands, Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick Barstow III left to join the reception in their honor.

At the same time, Chadwick Barstow IV snuggled into the warm moist lining of his mothers uterus and began his life.