I Woke Up and the World Had Completely Changed

Late evening, in my studio apartment.

Pssht.

I cracked open a beer can at my low table and thought, once again, that the idea that a big dick was nothing but a blessing was complete bullshit.

Sure, if the guy in question were tall, good-looking, and easy to get along with, that would be a different story—but at that point, the dick itself barely even mattered. No matter how huge it was, if you were short, looked permanently exhausted, and had a timid personality to match, nothing good came of it. I was living proof.

"…Fuck."

No—scratch that. It had only ever brought me trouble. If I really thought about it, the reason I'd turned out like this in the first place was that uselessly oversized cock of mine.

Even as a kid, my pants bulged whether I was hard or not, so people were always teasing me about being erect when I wasn't doing a thing. From elementary school on, I got stuck with stupid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nicknames like "Horse Cock." Because of that, I grew into the kind of passive kid who couldn't even stand up from his seat for fear of getting mocked—and that personality had stuck with me straight through to now, a jobless guy in his late twenties.

Girls who got curious about the rumors and came sniffing around? Yeah, right. I went to an all-boys middle school and an all-boys high school. The only people who ever approached me were assholes joking around, wanting to "check if it was really that big." I hated it.

And the damn thing, uselessly huge as it was, had zero situational awareness. It would just spring up whenever it felt like it.

Fucking bastard… Well. It is a dick, I guess.

Today had been more of the same.

A rare job interview. The second my eyes met those of the short-haired interviewer—tear mole, shirt stretched tight over a chest that looked ready to burst—the blood drained from my head and rushed straight downward, completely against my will.

Are you insane?! Not here. Not in a place this important!!

I tried desperately to calm it down before my turn came. I ran through the Lord's Prayer, the Heart Sutra, anything I could think of—none of it made the slightest difference. As a last resort I tried pinning it somehow against my belt, but there was no hiding a monster like that.

So when I finally stood up without having gotten it under control, every single pair of eyes locked onto the blatant tent in my pants.

Of course I couldn't get a word out. Not under the other applicants' are-you-serious stares, not under the male interviewer's startled, barely-suppressed grin, and especially not under—

"…Mr. Choi Adam. This is extremely inappropriate."

—that one line from the beautiful interviewer, delivered with a look of pure disgust and contempt. All I wanted to do was run. My face was burning scarlet, and still the blood refused to leave my stubbornly rigid cock. I hated it.

There was no way an interview was going to proceed under those conditions. I fled home and cracked open a beer.

"Just thinking about it makes me want to die even more… Shit…"

I swallowed back tears, cracked a second can from the table, and chugged it with nothing to chase it. Then I sat there blankly for a while before shoving my pants down and pulling out the damned thing.

"What's the point of it being big? The only thing it's ever known is my hand."

Even soft, it was a solid handspan long. The moment I thought about that cursed interviewer who'd gotten me hard today and gave it a few strokes, it sprang to attention. After the humiliation I'd just been through, it still had the nerve to get up.

"…"

I set the long beer can I'd been drinking beside my fully erect cock. Nearly the same length. It was my own dick, and it was still so stupidly huge I let out a hollow little laugh.

"Fuck. I'd be perfect as a porn actor."

Unfortunately, porn production was illegal in this country. The job of "porn actor" simply did not exist.

Which meant it was genuinely good for nothing. If I had to name one upside, it was that the size made jerking off feel pretty good. That was it.

"Haa…"

I flopped straight back onto the bed. Hard or not, I wasn't in the mood to finish myself off.

Would tomorrow be another day like today? If so, I'd rather tomorrow never came at all.

Thinking that, I stared blankly up at the ceiling—and at some point, I drifted off.

"…Fwaah."

I'd had a weird dream.

A dream where I'd fallen into a world where a dick the size of mine could buy you wealth and fame. The premise was so ridiculous I figured it had to be a dream—and the second I thought that, my eyes snapped open.

If it had at least been a dirty dream, I'd have wanted to stay in it a little longer. But the moment I become lucid, I always wake up.

I groped for the beat-up phone that had apparently rolled off the bed while I slept and checked the time. Almost ten in the morning. I'd slept in completely.

Not like I have anywhere to be, so whatever.

Too sore and sluggish to even sit up, I stayed on my back and started browsing NewTube on my phone. The woman streamer I watched regularly—Boyang—happened to be live, playing one of those brutally hard games that were trending lately.

As always, a string of ads played before the stream. I didn't have the money for anything like Premium.

"?"

Something felt off, though.

Three NewTube ads in a row—and every single one was for erectile dysfunction medication. In my entire life I had never seen an ad like that. I hadn't even known they existed.

"Is this some kind of joke? Is the algorithm picking a fight with me?"

NewTube ads were always garbage, but this was next-level. I was the one who wished I had ED. Had it somehow decided I'd searched for "how to kill an erection" and started recommending this crap? It was pissing me off a little.

The second the skip button appeared, I hammered it—three times—and finally got into Boyang's stream.

"…Huh? Wh—whaaaaat?!"

And the moment I saw what was on screen, I shot upright like a spring.

"Ah—what the hell!! I didn't click anything!! I swear I didn't!!"

Boyang was dying in some ridiculous spot, same as always. But the game was the last thing registering right now.

What is she wearing?! This is not the streamer I know!!

Today's Boyang was dressed obscenely revealingly.

Just to be clear up front: Boyang was not some softcore cam girl. She was aggressively wholesome—the kind of streamer you could recommend to your little cousin without a shred of embarrassment.

Big eyes, a cute face, twintails. A little-sister type through and through—adorable, clean, all-ages variety gaming streamer. That was Boyang.

That wholesome, low-pressure vibe was exactly why I'd started liking her in the first place. As easily turned on as I was, Boyang had never once gotten a rise out of me.

And yet today—

Sh-she's basically got her chest completely out…!! What is going on?!

No bra. Just a single paper-thin white tank top, the neckline stretched so wide her breasts were on full, shameless display.

"Aaaagh. Not here again!! Again!! Nngh. I'm not dying this time, so watch properly!!"

W-were her tits always this big?! They're bouncing all over the place…!! Holy shit…!!

They were enormous. I didn't know cup sizes that well, but they looked like they cleared a D without breaking a sweat—big enough to go toe-to-toe with any AV actress billed for her bust.

In that tracksuit she always wears, I never would have guessed… Boyang, you were packing these the whole time…

That massive pair—utterly unimaginable under the navy tracksuit she usually zipped all the way to her throat—was now bouncing left and right, up and down in time with Boyang's signature full-body thrashing.

"Uuuugh, this game is trash!! I'm clearing it for real this time!!"

She died again and pouted cutely, and a bead of sweat traced the deep valley of her cleavage. I couldn't look away. My throat went dry on its own, and blood pounded hot and hard into my cock.

Th-this isn't the kind of stream she does. Why is this happening? What the hell is going on…?

But more than turned on, I was bewildered. Excited, sure—but the confusion was bigger.

Of course I was confused. The wholesome, adorable stream I'd liked had overnight turned into some hardcore fetish cam. It was like watching a kids' cartoon suddenly pivot into adult baby-play content.

Wh-what are people saying in chat…? Huh?

But nobody in the chat was mentioning it at all.

Nobody cares?

That demure Boyang was thrashing her chest around—her tits, to put it crudely—putting on a display so lewd it defied description, and the chat was acting like it was a perfectly ordinary stream.

What is this…? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?

Coldly speaking, the actual content of the stream wasn't any different from usual. She kept dying in ways no one could have predicted, and the viewers roasted her for it—business as usual.

The only difference was the pair of huge breasts wrapped in a sweat-beaded white tank top so thin her nipples were nearly visible, bouncing so hard they made the game itself irrelevant.

Why is everyone acting like nothing's wrong? With a chest like that, a chest like… haah…

And still, not a single person besides me was paying it any attention.

It felt like I was the only one who found this situation strange.

What the hell is going on…? Is this even allowed…? Am I even allowed to be watching this…? Is this a dream?

Lost in confusion, I locked onto the stream—more precisely, onto Boyang's chest.

Every time she thrashed her upper body in time with her character's movements, those full breasts strained against the tank top and swayed in the most hypnotic way. Just watching made my throat itch with arousal.

Holy shit… I thought she was flat… What the hell are those tits… Did she wear the tracksuit all the time just to hide how big they are…?

And of course, the blood rushed into my cock hard enough to hurt. Maybe because I'd always thought of her as a little-sister type, the lust tangled with a sense of wrongness into an excitement I couldn't put into words.

"…"

I was starting to lose the fight. Come to think of it, I hadn't even jerked off last night before falling asleep. I was so hard it ached.

"…Mm."

So without really understanding any of it, I reached to shove my pants down and take care of things real quick—

"Uuuugh, I'm so pissed!! From now on I'm playing for real!!"

"Wh—whaaaaaat?!"

—when Boyang, who had been dying in the same spot over and over, suddenly yanked the tank top clean off in one motion.

Shff—BOING!!

As the fabric peeled upward it dragged those massive breasts with it, flashing the undersides and her armpits, and then they dropped free with a heavy, glorious bounce.

Wh-wh-wh-what…

A pair of lush, heavy breasts with X-shaped bandages stuck over the nipples—just barely covering the tips and nothing else.

What is this, what is this, what the hell is this…!!!

I was so stunned I forgot about jerking off entirely. I nearly dropped my phone.

And through all of it, chat just kept laughing like this was peak entertainment.

Sh-she's lost it!! What is she doing—this is a blatant NewTube ToS violation!!!

I couldn't make sense of any of it. Whatever else was going on, this couldn't be allowed. Getting her stream cut mid-broadcast and her channel shut down wouldn't have been surprising in the slightest.

Why is everyone just giggling?! This is not the time!!

But nobody said a word about it. Right now, I was the only person still in their right mind.

Which meant I had to do what needed to be done.

I frantically threw a ten-thousand-Jam donation at her with a plea to cover up immediately.

Did I want to keep staring at those massive breasts with nothing but bandages over the nipples? Of course I did—I still couldn't tear my eyes away—but I knew I couldn't just leave things like this.

"Ehh. What's the big deal if a girl lets her tits bounce around a little? I didn't even take the pasties off. They're covered, see?"

But Boyang just laughed like I was kidding, tossed out some word—"girl"—I'd never heard used quite like that, and then raised both arms to flash her armpits while deliberately jiggling her chest for the camera.

Bounce. Bounce.

"Ugh…!!"

The casual filth of that motion was so lewd and vulgar I thought my cock might actually explode. Screw doing the right thing—I just wanted to drop my pants, stare, and stroke myself raw.

But I couldn't. It would have been an incredible orgasm, no question, but if I let this continue, Boyang's streaming career was finished.

I machine-gunned donations at her, begging her to stop the exhibition and put her clothes back on like a decent person. It was already far too late, but I did everything I could.

"Wh-what are you even talking about. They're just big, they're not even that pretty…"

Under the relentless donation barrage, Boyang grew more and more flustered. She seemed to realize I was serious, and embarrassment crept in.

And then—

"Wh-what. Did looking at my chest get you hard or something?"

Face faintly flushed, she hefted her heavy breasts in both hands and bounced them, asking it like a teasing joke.

"Nnh…!!!"

The sight punched the air out of my lungs, and a bead of precome welled from a cock already so hard it felt ready to burst. Forget donations—I wanted to grab my dick, stroke it, and paint the screen. I wanted to unload across those lifted breasts, even if it was only through the glass.

"Khnnnngh…!!"

But I swallowed the arousal with everything I had and sent another worried donation—this time with my whole chest behind it.

"Ah."

"Ah."

Adding an extra zero had been a mistake. I only noticed after I'd already hit send.

The air shifted. Boyang, who'd been teasing me like there was no way I was serious, went speechless with shock.

"Ah, uh… W-well, you did donate a lot, and this is getting kind of embarrassing, so I'll put it back on for now…"

And in the end, face bright red, she pulled the tank top back on. My cock twitched in protest at losing the view of those barely-covered breasts—but at the same time, a sigh of relief slipped out of me.

"…"

Boyang, on the other hand, kept her eyes averted from the cam, brows drawn in a distinctly uncomfortable expression.

"Augh. He said it was making him uncomfortable, so what else am I supposed to do!! I even kept the nipples properly covered today."

She said "even the nipples"—meaning she's flashed them before?! When?! She's gone full nude on stream before this?!

That bombshell dropped while everyone razzed Boyang, and the stream fizzled out to a close. No ToS strike. No forced disconnect. As if none of this had been a big deal at all.

What the hell is going on… Am I dreaming?

After the stream ended, I slapped myself across the cheek. It hurt. Not a dream.

Confirmed awake, I pulled up the archived VOD to make sure ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd really seen what I thought I'd seen. I zoomed hard on the cam feed in the corner of the screen.

"…Hoooooo."

Watching Boyang—who I'd only ever thought of as cute—thrash around with those massive breasts bouncing freely, I let out a long, shaky breath. And when I got to the part where she stripped the tank top entirely, left with nothing but bandages that couldn't quite contain the soft pink around her nipples, I swallowed hard.

"…"

The situation was over now. Surely it was fine. I'd done my best, after all.

I grabbed a thick fistful of tissues from the box on the low table.

I came an absurd amount—thick, and a lot of it.

Afterward, when I checked how much I'd donated and the post-nut clarity hit like a truck, I rationalized it as getting my money's worth. It had felt incredible, to be fair. Best of my life, maybe.

Anyway, I tore through the internet trying to figure out what had happened to the world, and I came to a conclusion: everything had gone completely insane.

For starters, women's clothes had gotten ridiculously thin. Other women streamers were all casually flashing their chests too. Boyang in that sheer tank top wasn't even especially racy by comparison.

Men, on the other hand, had gone the opposite direction—somehow more buttoned-up. Streamers I'd previously seen running around shirtless were all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠carefully dressed in proper shirts now.

What is this. It's kind of gross…

And the tone of the comments and chat windows was… how to put it. Unpleasant. Creepy.

The kind of lines you'd normally see under a mildly sexy woman streamer's content were plastered all over the male streamers instead. People begging them to wear shorts, that sort of thing. The whole vibe was nauseating.

Is this one of those chastity-reversal worlds you see in comics and stuff?

But something about it felt slightly off. It wasn't a clean swap. There was something alien snagging at the edges.

…The ED ads.

At the center of that off feeling were those weirdly targeted erectile dysfunction ads I'd seen the second I opened NewTube this morning.

I searched for erectile dysfunction—and immediately ran face-first into a bombshell.

In this world, ninety-nine percent of men simply could not get it up without serious difficulty.

"You're kidding me."

Overnight, the world had turned into something completely absurd.

I kept digging through the internet. And I pieced together the following.

Roughly a hundred years ago.

Something went wrong with the sun. In the middle of all the global-warming chaos, radiation harmful to male sexual function came pouring down onto Earth.

As a result, men across the entire human race suffered a massive drop in sexual function compared to the past. Getting an erection the old-fashioned easy way was no longer possible.

"And that incident became a major cultural turning point, which is how we ended up in a world where women's exposure is treated as completely normal. Huh…"

Which meant the ones who had to actively seduce were now the women.

There was a lot of complicated talk about "an instinctive evolutionary process for the preservation of the species" and so on, but the short version was: this was simply the world now.

And yet I can still get hard without any trouble. Which means…?

Grrrrrowl.

In the middle of all that, my stomach complained. I'd drunk on an empty stomach last night and hadn't put anything in my mouth since waking up. Plus I'd jerked off. No wonder I was starving.

Wait. If I go outside right now, am I going to catch ED too?

I'd spent my whole life hating how easily this cock of mine got hard, but the thought of actually going limp terrified me enough to look it up. Apparently the harmful radiation had long since vanished from the planet. Even so, it seemed male sexual function worldwide had already been weakened at the DNA level.

Well… so I'm fine, then. Maybe I'll hit the convenience store for now.

I hadn't eaten a thing since the interview yesterday—no appetite. I needed something in my stomach before my brain would start working properly again.

At the time, I still had no idea.

What the average woman in this world actually wore—and what it really meant to be a man who could get hard without even trying.