Prologue

(How everything started)

The transformation of our world from a capitalist society to a society where penis size determines social hierarchy was a long and tumultuous process, shaped by a multitude of factors and forces that worked together in complex and often unpredictable ways. Yet, at its core, this transformation can be traced back to a single, catastrophic event that forever changed the course of human history.

The event in question was a widespread loss of fertility among men with smaller penises, which occurred as a result of a yet unknown combination of environmental factors, genetic mutations, and other variables. The precise nature and cause of this loss of fertility remain a mystery to this day, but its effects were nothing short of devastating.

As the number of men with small penises dwindled, those with larger members began to assert their dominance over society, using their perceived sexual prowess to gain power and influence. At first, this was a subtle and gradual process, as men with larger penises began to take on more prominent roles in business, politics, and other spheres of life. However, as their numbers grew and their power consolidated, their influence became more overt and aggressive, leading to the establishment of a new social hierarchy based on penis size.

In this new social order, those with larger penises occupied the top rungs of the ladder, enjoying privileges and benefits that were denied to those with smaller members. They were the politicians, the CEOs, the media moguls, and the cultural icons of their time, using their sexual prowess to reinforce their dominance and keep the lower classes in check. Meanwhile, those with smaller penises were relegated to the bottom of the social hierarchy, facing discrimination, marginalization, and even violence at the hands of their larger counterparts.

This new social order was not without its challenges and struggles, however. The capitalist system that had dominated the world before was no longer sustainable in this new reality, and a new economic system had to emerge to meet the demands of this society obsessed with penis size.

As this new economic system took hold, it began to shape the very fabric of society, influencing everything from politics to culture to personal relationships. The pursuit of sexual dominance became the driving force behind all aspects of life, with people constantly striving to enhance their penis size or find partners with the desired attributes. The resulting society was one in which physical attributes, particularly penis size, became the most important factor in determining a person’s worth and value.

In the end, the transformation of our world from a capitalist society to a society where penis size determines social hierarchy was a dark and disturbing one, revealing the worst aspects of human nature at their most extreme. Yet, even in the midst of this chaos and depravity, there were still those who fought to resist and subvert this new order, striving to create a better, more just world for all.

In this world, where the size of a man’s meat stick determines his place in the pecking order, there are some pretty unique and creative names for the classes. At the top of the heap are the “Alphas,” the men with the biggest packages who rule over all like gods. They’re the ones with the private jets, the yachts, and the luxury penthouses.

In the middle of the pack are the “A.J’s,” or Average Joes, men with average-sized schlongs who make up the bulk of the population. They’re the ones who have regular jobs, live in nice neighborhoods, and can afford to take a vacation once a year.

Then there are the “Shorties,” men with small penises who are at the bottom of the totem pole. They’re the ones who do the grunt work, the janitors, and the fast food workers.

To maintain this rigid social order, there are strict laws and regulations in place. Those who dare to defy the system are dealt with harshly, often facing violence or imprisonment. In this world, size is everything, and the size of a man’s member at birth determines his entire fate in life.

Women in all classes are expected to be subservient to Alpha men and to cater to their every need and desire. They are constantly classfied by the Alpha class through a mobile app that rates their appearance, obedience, and sexual availability. This app, known as the “FemmeScore,” allows the Alpha class to easily control and manipulate women, and those who fail to meet the standards set by the app are punished severely.

To maintain their status and avoid punishment, women must always be well-groomed, obedient, and willing to submit to the sexual desires of their male superiors. Their worth in this society is entirely dependent on their appearance and sexual desirability, and any deviation from the norms of the society is met with harsh consequences.

In this society, women are just as divided and evaluated as men, but in a different way. They are ranked on a five-star system based on their physical appearance, obedience, and general demeanor. The Alpha men have the power to rate any woman they come into contact with throughout the day using a mobile app, and these ratings determine the woman’s social status.

The highest-ranking women (4+ stars) are considered to be the elite of society, and they are often courted by the Alpha men. These women are given a generous allowance from the government, and they have access to high-paying jobs and positions. Many of them aspire to become the wives of an Alpha, which is considered the ultimate achievement.

Women who fall into the 3+ category are still considered to be desirable, and they are often chosen as mistresses or lovers by the Alpha men. They can still have children and lead relatively comfortable lives, but they are not afforded the same privileges as the highest-ranking women.

Those who fall into the less than 3+ category are considered to be undesirable and are often shunned by society. They are yet allowed to date Average Joes or Shorties, which is a source of great shame for them and their families. In this world, women are judged solely on their appearance and their ability to please the Alpha men, and their fate is tied to the whims of these powerful men.

TODD WILSON STORY:

I groggily stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I grabbed my phone and opened up the app that had been haunting me for weeks now. The app was called “The Classifiers,” and it was the most popular app among high school students. It claimed to predict what class you would belong to once you turned eighteen years old.

I nervously clicked on the app, praying that this time it would show me something different. But as the app loaded, my heart sank. The same number appeared on my screen, 4.6 inches. I sighed heavily, feeling like a complete loser.

I had heard the rumors at school about the app being inaccurate. It was a ruler that you placed on your erect penis, and it would tell you whether you were going to be an Alpha, Average Joe, or Shortie. I had always suspected that I would be classified as a Shortie, but a small part of me hoped that my penis would grow just enough to make me an Average Joe.

But as the app confirmed my fears, I couldn’t help but feel insecure and submissive. I knew that being a Shortie would mean that I would be at the bottom of the social hierarchy, that no girl would ever be interested in me. And to make matters worse, my friends had all been classified as Alphas or Average Joes.

I finished getting ready for school, feeling defeated and hopeless. As I left my house, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my future was already determined, that I was destined to be a loser.

As I walked towards the school, I saw an Alpha guy walking with two gorgeous redheads. With their long, luscious curls of fiery red cascading down their bodies, the girls were an absolute vision of seduction. Their every move exuded an undeniable sensuality that could make any man’s heart race. Their bodies were a work of art, perfectly sculpted to tempt and tease any admirer. The mother seemed to be in her mid-thirties was wearing tight yoga pants and a crop top that showed off her toned abs. The daughter was probably my age, wearing a short skirt and a tight tank top that hugged her perky breasts. The Alpha guy was wearing gold rings and a collar, and he was groping both of their asses as they walked, and they were giggling and flirting with him shamelessly.

I couldn’t help but feel envious of the Alpha guy and the attention he was getting from those two beautiful women. As I approached them, I heard them whispering to each other and giggling, trying to guess the exact size of his dick. The older one said, “I bet it’s at least eight inches. I can’t wait to feel it deep inside me.” The younger one blushed and giggled, saying, “Mom, that’s so gross, but you’re probably right. He’s such an Alpha, he must have a huge dick.”

The Alpha guy overheard them and turned around, smirking confidently. “You think you can handle me, ladies?” he said, his eyes scanning them both up and down. “I bet neither of you has ever been with a real man like me.”

The older woman laughed and said, “Oh, I’ve been with plenty of real men, but none of them could satisfy me like I think you could. Maybe we should find out for ourselves.”

The younger one blushed even more, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, but I couldn’t help but listen in, feeling both aroused and ashamed of myself for doing so.

As I walked a few steps behind the alpha and the two gorgeous redheads, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy as I watched them chatting and laughing. Suddenly, the alpha made a crude joke that made the older redhead burst out in a fit of laughter that seemed a little too forced.

“Oh man, you two are crazy for my dick, aren’t you?” the alpha sneered, grinning smugly as he eyed the two women up and down. The younger redhead giggled nervously, but the older one let out a laugh that echoed through the street.

The alpha’s expression twisted into a scowl, and he grabbed his phone out of his pocket, muttering something about “having standards.” I watched in disbelief as he snapped a photo of the older redhead and pulled up the rating app FemmeScore, giving her only one star.

“Your laugh is way too loud, lady,” he muttered, his fingers tapping away at the screen. “I like my women to giggle like obedient school girls, not like old movies witches.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The alpha’s cruel behavior made my blood boil, and I felt a surge of anger and disgust that made my stomach turn.

The older girl trembled as she approached the Alpha, apologizing profusely for her behavior. “I’m very, very sorry, sir,” she stuttered out, her voice shaking with fear. “I didn’t mean to laugh too loudly. Please forgive me.”

But the Alpha barely spared her a glance, his eyes already flickering back to his phone as he continued to type away at FemmeScore.

He sneered at her as he spoke, his tone dripping with disdain. “You should know better than to act like a fool in public,” he said coldly. “You’re lucky I didn’t give you zero stars. Next time, behave like a proper lady and don’t embarrass yourself in front of others.” The older girl nodded frantically, still calling him “sir” and treating him with a respect that he clearly didn’t deserve.

But the Alpha wasn’t satisfied yet. He smirked to himself as he entered his scathing review into the app, relishing the power he held over this woman’s reputation. “Laughed too loudly and disrupted the peace. Needs to learn to control herself in public,” he typed out, hitting the submit button with a satisfied grin. As the older girl scurried away, her head hung low in shame, the Alpha chuckled to himself, feeling a sense of twisted pleasure at his own cruelty.

As I walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be an Alpha like that guy, to have women throwing themselves at me and begging to feel my dick inside them. But I knew that was just a fantasy, a dream that I would never be able to fulfill as a future Shortie with a small penis.

I made my way down the crowded hallway, backpack slung over my shoulder. As I reached the door to my History class, I could already hear a few guys inside, chatting with the teacher. Mrs. Williams was standing at the front of the room, looking stunning as always in a tight, short skirt and a low-cut blouse that accentuated her curves. Her long blonde hair was flowing down her back, and she had a warm smile on her face as she greeted the other guys.

Mrs. Williams is known for being one of the most intelligent teachers at the school. She holds a Ph.D. in Black History and has a passion for teaching that is infectious. However, she also has a submissive personality when it comes to the future alphas of the class. As the whole team of teachers, she knows that they will be the ones with the power and influence, and she is willing to do whatever it takes to keep them happy.

I walked up to her and said, “Good morning, Mrs. Williams.”

“Good morning, Todd,” she replied, her voice sweet and musical.

The other guy chimed in, “Morning, Mrs. Williams.”

But then, the door opened again, and in walked Jason, the black student. He didn’t bother with formalities, simply greeting her by her first name and giving her a compliment that made me cringe.

“Hey, Lauren,” he said, his tone smug. “Looking fine as hell today. And that fat ass of yours is just begging to be spanked.”

Mrs. Williams giggled, her demeanor changing in an instant. Suddenly, she was flirtatious and coquettish, playing right into Jason’s hands.

“Oh, Jason, you always know how to make a girl feel special,” she purred, flipping her hair and giving her ass an involuntary little shake. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jason was objectifying Mrs. Williams right in front of me, and she was lapping it up like a kitten with cream. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny that her ass did look pretty amazing in that skirt.

As I took my seat, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy and shame. The other guys in the class were already treated like Alphas, and now it seemed like Jason had moved up even higher in the ranks. I wondered if I would ever be able to measure up to them, or if I was destined to remain a mere mortal among the gods of the school.

As Mrs. Williams began the class, I tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept drifting back to the uncomfortable encounter with Jason. I couldn’t believe how easily Mrs. Williams had played into his hands, and it made me wonder if she was truly passionate about teaching or just using it as a means to gain the attention and admiration of the Alphas.

“Today, we’re going to be discussing the Revolution of the Alphas,” Mrs. Williams began, her voice laced with excitement. “This was a pivotal moment in history that led to the rise of the alphas and the establishment of their dominance over the rest of society.”

As she spoke, I could feel the tension in the room rising. The Alphas were always a sensitive topic, and I could see that Jason was already smirking, as if he knew something the rest of us didn’t.

“So, who can tell me what sparked the Revolution of the Alphas? Maybe you, Jason?” Mrs. Williams asked, scanning the room.

There was a long pause before Jason spoke up, a sly grin on his face. “Sorry, Mrs. Williams, I was too focused on your ass jiggling to pay attention. I’ll pass that one.”

Mrs. Williams giggled like a schoolgirl, clearly flattered by the comment. “Oh, Jason, you’re too much,” she said, shaking her head. It was clear that Mrs. Williams was more interested in playing into his Alpha persona than actually teaching us something valuable.

But then, she turned her attention to me. “What about you, Todd? Do you know the answer?”

I hesitated, knowing that my response would determine how Lauren viewed me in class. “Um, well Mrs. Williams, I think the answer has something to do with the emergence of the alpha male as a dominant force in society, but I’m not sure of the specifics,” I replied.

Lauren looked disappointed. “Todd, I expected better from you,” she said, her voice stern. “You need to be more aware of the history of the Alphas and their accomplishments. These men have played a significant role in shaping our society, and it’s important to show gratitude for their contributions.”

Mrs. Williams continued with the lecture, going into detail about the Revolution of the Alphas and how it changed the course of history. As she spoke, I tried my best to focus and take notes, but my mind kept drifting to Jason and the way he had just objectified our teacher.

Suddenly, Mrs. Williams interrupted her lecture and turned to us with a mischievous grin on her face. “Alright, class, let’s have a little competition,” she said. “I’m going to ask a question, and whoever gets it right will earn two extra points on their next quiz.”

My ears perked up at the mention of extra credit, and I leaned forward in my seat, eager to hear the question. Mrs. Williams continued, “Who can tell me the name of the first black woman to hold a high-ranking government position in the United States?”

I racked my brain, trying to remember any historical figures that fit the description. But before I could come up with an answer, a girl named Lindsey raised her hand.

“Yes, Lindsey?” Mrs. Williams called on her.

“The answer is Shirley Chisholm,” Lindsey replied confidently.

Mrs. Williams beamed at her. “Correct! Two extra points for you on the next quiz. Well done.”

But then, Lindsey surprised us all by saying, “Actually, Mrs. Williams, I would like to transfer my extra points to Jason.”

Mrs. Williams looked surprised but pleased. “Oh, how kind of you, Lindsey. Are you sure?”

Lindsey nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I just wanted to do something nice for him.”

Mrs. Williams smiled at her. “Well, that’s very thoughtful of you, Lindsey. I’m sure Jason will appreciate it.”

This was such a common tactic that girls used to get the attention of the future alphas. They would try to impress them with their selflessness and kindness, hoping to win their favor.

As the class continued, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of frustration and resentment. It seemed like everything in this school revolved around the alphas, and those who weren’t a part of their elite group were looked down upon.

I wondered if I would ever be able to break out of this cycle and make a name for myself, or if I would always be relegated to the sidelines, watching as the alphas took center stage.

As the bell rang, I quickly gathered my belongings and prepared to leave the classroom. But as I headed towards the door, I noticed something unusual. My teacher, Ms. Williams, was engaged in a conversation with Jason. They seemed to be speaking in hushed tones, as if they didn’t want anyone else to overhear. Curiosity got the better of me, and then I slowed down to listen in.

I couldn’t hear a lot, but one sentence was very clear as it left Ms. Williams’ mouth: “I’ve been feeling a bit lonely lately, and I could use someone to keep me company. Call me tonight, and we can talk about it if you want.”

She was playing with her hair and speaking in a high-pitched, bimbo-like tone that I had never heard before. The few words that was said was enough to me understand, but yet couldn’t believe what I was hearing: Ms. Williams was giving Jason her phone number!

Accepting that this kind of treatment wasn’t for me or for the most number of students, I headed to my next appointment, the gym class. I walked into the locker room, trying to keep my head down as I made my way to my locker. I always hated changing in front of the other guys in gym class.

They were all so big and muscular, and I didn’t want them to see that I wasn’t as well-endowed as they were. I couldn’t help but feel inferior, knowing that I was a future shortie. It was a constant reminder of my inadequacy, and it made me feel small in more ways than one. I quickly changed into my gym clothes and made my way to the gym, hoping that the class would be over soon so I could escape this torturous environment.

I walked towards the gym court, feeling a little uneasy about what was going on. A few students were huddled around Mr. Robert Larson, our gym teacher, and they seemed to be in a heated discussion. As I got closer, I could hear them talking about changing things up in the class.

“What kind of changes?” Mr. Larson asked, looking a little nervous.

“We want to be the ones who decide what activity everyone should practice,” one of the future alpha students said. “We know what’s best for the class.”

“And as we’ll be coordinating everything, we should get an A+ for gym class,” another future alpha chimed in.

Mr. Larson looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and I could tell he was afraid of the alpha students. I stood back, watching the conversation unfold, unsure of what to say. He was a forty-year-old white teacher, who also was an Average Joe. As any lucid “smaller” man, he was afraid to confront someone who would become an Alpha very soon.

“I don’t know guys. Listen, Gym class is about learning new things and trying out different sports. It’s not about just doing what one person wants.”

The alpha students just laughed, as if Mr. Larson’s objections were a joke.

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. The alpha students had Mr. Larson cornered, and they were making it clear that they held all the power. As they laughed at his objections, their arrogance was palpable.

But then, their laughter turned into a sinister smirk, and one of the alphas stepped forward, getting dangerously close to Mr. Larson’s face.

“Listen here, Bob,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “You have one last chance to accept our terms. If you don’t, we’ll make your life a living hell. We’ll pay a little visit to your fat-ass wife and make sure she knows what a spineless loser you are compared to a future alpha. And every time you come home and kiss your wife, it’s possible that the taste of her mouth might be different, who knows ... And don’t even think about keeping your job as an educator. We can make that disappear in an instant. We could get a bunch of girls to say you harassed her. That wouldn’t be hard to pull off with all those girls dying to suck a superior dick, you know that right?

Mr. Larson’s face paled, and I could see the fear in his eyes. It was as if all his principles and integrity were crumbling before my very eyes. He took a step back, his tone changing completely.

“I-I understand,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re right. It’s your class guys, and you should have the final say. I’ll support whatever decisions you make.”

My jaw dropped in disbelief. Mr. Larson, the once-respected teacher, had become a submissive servant to the future alphas. The alpha students smirked triumphantly, pleased with their victory over Mr. Larson. They exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their dominance over the class and the teacher.

As the future alpha students commanded everyone to gather at the center of the gym, a sense of unease and anticipation filled the air. We all huddled together, unsure of what was about to unfold. The alphas stood at the front, their smug expressions signaling their newfound power.