Jatt
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It began quietly in late 2028. A gene-therapy vector called OBV-29, or simply Obsidian, escaped containment. It had been designed to repair certain vulnerabilities in human DNA. Instead, it spread silently through the air like an unnoticed cold… until the changes began. By 2030, the world could no longer pretend nothing was happening.
For men of strong sub-Saharan ancestry, the virus was a gift beyond imagination. Their testosterone levels soared to two or three times any historical human average. DHT flooded their systems permanently. Testicles enlarged dramatically, producing thick, relentless loads. Muscles healed and grew at speeds that made old-world athletes look fragile. Most striking of all were the pheromones: an invisible cloud that radiated from them, subtle at first, then utterly overwhelming.
For white men, it was the opposite. Testosterone production collapsed: 50 to 85 percent gone within eighteen months. Testicles shrank. Sperm production greatly reduced or vanished in most cases; by year three or four, azoospermia was common but not universal, affecting about 70% completely, while the remaining 30% retained limited fertility, though conceptions were rare and often required medical assistance. But the cruelest effect was neurological: those same Obsidian pheromones hijacked white male brains. A black alpha walking past triggered instant, helpless arousal and submission. Public incidents became common: white men freezing in stores, pants darkening, faces burning with shame while everyone pretended not to notice.
Women of all races were transformed differently. Their ovaries became hypersensitive to Obsidian pheromones and semen. Ovulation intensified. Cervical mucus turned ultra-receptive. Conception rates with an Obsidian partner climbed above 95% per cycle. For white and Asian women especially, the effect felt addictive for most: stronger libido, more powerful orgasms, a craving that deepened with every exposure. However, approximately 25% exhibited genetic resistance, experiencing only mild effects or none at all, allowing them to resist the pull and maintain relationships with white men. By 2032, pure white births had fallen 75%. While the majority carried Obsidian genetics, a non-negligible number of pure white continued to exist.
Between 2033 and 2040, Obsidian alphas, now physically untouchable, formed corporate empires: Black Apex Security, Pan-African GeneTrust, breeding-backed financial networks. White militias collapsed against opponents who regenerated from injuries in hours and emitted mind-bending pheromones. Governments folded one after another. In 2038, the Nairobi Accords were signed on global livestream: white representatives visibly trembling and leaking in their suits while black leaders calmly declared “Obsidian Reproductive Supremacy" and started the "Obsidian protocol".
By 2076 the hierarchy was absolute thanks to this protocol.
At the top stood the Obsidian Primaries: fewer than two percents of black men, 2.10–2.45 meters tall, testosterone exceeding 3000 ng/dL, with endless stamina and virility. They impregnated 20–60 certified carriers, often broadcasting sessions for prestige. Standard Obsidians, the majority of enhanced black men, patrolled neighborhoods, built families of 4–12 carriers, and collected tribute without effort.
Black women held a unique and revered place. The virus had barely touched them negatively; instead, it enhanced vitality, immune strength, and often libido in harmony with Obsidian pheromones. They were never quota-bound, never marked for conquest. They were the original template, the genetic anchor. Many became Obsidian Matriarchs or Lineage Guardians: heading households, selecting and overseeing non-black carriers, running corporate divisions, directing the education of the new generation. They chose partners freely, often prioritizing Primaries, and enjoyed absolute authority in mixed units. Black women were queens and stewards of the new order, not prizes or tools.
White women (and other non-black females) became Certified Carriers: the weaponized vessels of demographic expansion. The virus made Obsidian pheromones addictive to most of them; many described it as the first true craving they had ever known. They received luxury housing, tax exemptions, medical optimization, and social worship, but only if they hit quotas of 5 new Obsidian. To maintain a steady influx of new Carriers, resistant white women were often designated as "Preservers" and paired with the remaining fertile white men.
White men became Auxiliaries, the walking proof of obsolescence. They handled chores, raised Obsidian, and paid the “Demographic Correction Tax” (85% of salary funneled to carriers and Obsidians). They were locked in smart chastity cages (biometric, app-controlled by a carrier or an alpha).
A small number sank further into the Omega class, fully broken, used as party favors, public urinals in elite clubs, or live-streamed “adjustment” sessions where whitebois watched their former friends beg for more estrogen.
And the world moved on.
For men of strong sub-Saharan ancestry, the virus was a gift beyond imagination. Their testosterone levels soared to two or three times any historical human average. DHT flooded their systems permanently. Testicles enlarged dramatically, producing thick, relentless loads. Muscles healed and grew at speeds that made old-world athletes look fragile. Most striking of all were the pheromones: an invisible cloud that radiated from them, subtle at first, then utterly overwhelming.
For white men, it was the opposite. Testosterone production collapsed: 50 to 85 percent gone within eighteen months. Testicles shrank. Sperm production greatly reduced or vanished in most cases; by year three or four, azoospermia was common but not universal, affecting about 70% completely, while the remaining 30% retained limited fertility, though conceptions were rare and often required medical assistance. But the cruelest effect was neurological: those same Obsidian pheromones hijacked white male brains. A black alpha walking past triggered instant, helpless arousal and submission. Public incidents became common: white men freezing in stores, pants darkening, faces burning with shame while everyone pretended not to notice.
Women of all races were transformed differently. Their ovaries became hypersensitive to Obsidian pheromones and semen. Ovulation intensified. Cervical mucus turned ultra-receptive. Conception rates with an Obsidian partner climbed above 95% per cycle. For white and Asian women especially, the effect felt addictive for most: stronger libido, more powerful orgasms, a craving that deepened with every exposure. However, approximately 25% exhibited genetic resistance, experiencing only mild effects or none at all, allowing them to resist the pull and maintain relationships with white men. By 2032, pure white births had fallen 75%. While the majority carried Obsidian genetics, a non-negligible number of pure white continued to exist.
Between 2033 and 2040, Obsidian alphas, now physically untouchable, formed corporate empires: Black Apex Security, Pan-African GeneTrust, breeding-backed financial networks. White militias collapsed against opponents who regenerated from injuries in hours and emitted mind-bending pheromones. Governments folded one after another. In 2038, the Nairobi Accords were signed on global livestream: white representatives visibly trembling and leaking in their suits while black leaders calmly declared “Obsidian Reproductive Supremacy" and started the "Obsidian protocol".
By 2076 the hierarchy was absolute thanks to this protocol.
At the top stood the Obsidian Primaries: fewer than two percents of black men, 2.10–2.45 meters tall, testosterone exceeding 3000 ng/dL, with endless stamina and virility. They impregnated 20–60 certified carriers, often broadcasting sessions for prestige. Standard Obsidians, the majority of enhanced black men, patrolled neighborhoods, built families of 4–12 carriers, and collected tribute without effort.
Black women held a unique and revered place. The virus had barely touched them negatively; instead, it enhanced vitality, immune strength, and often libido in harmony with Obsidian pheromones. They were never quota-bound, never marked for conquest. They were the original template, the genetic anchor. Many became Obsidian Matriarchs or Lineage Guardians: heading households, selecting and overseeing non-black carriers, running corporate divisions, directing the education of the new generation. They chose partners freely, often prioritizing Primaries, and enjoyed absolute authority in mixed units. Black women were queens and stewards of the new order, not prizes or tools.
White women (and other non-black females) became Certified Carriers: the weaponized vessels of demographic expansion. The virus made Obsidian pheromones addictive to most of them; many described it as the first true craving they had ever known. They received luxury housing, tax exemptions, medical optimization, and social worship, but only if they hit quotas of 5 new Obsidian. To maintain a steady influx of new Carriers, resistant white women were often designated as "Preservers" and paired with the remaining fertile white men.
White men became Auxiliaries, the walking proof of obsolescence. They handled chores, raised Obsidian, and paid the “Demographic Correction Tax” (85% of salary funneled to carriers and Obsidians). They were locked in smart chastity cages (biometric, app-controlled by a carrier or an alpha).
A small number sank further into the Omega class, fully broken, used as party favors, public urinals in elite clubs, or live-streamed “adjustment” sessions where whitebois watched their former friends beg for more estrogen.
And the world moved on.
