Dan gulped, urging Jack to lower him to the ground, “You did great, pup! J-just, set me down, please!” He had not anticipated the chronovac
would make his loads so powerful. Carefully, Dan slid from Jack’s massive palm into the parking lot. Dan’s pup quickly brought his head down
as deep as possible, groveling, his bellowing whimpers making the ground rumble.
“Phew...let’s make you a more managable size first,” Dan eyed the mall, fire engines had started arriving. With a few quick inputs into the
Chronovac, the damage had never happened. Jack’s whimpering brought Dan’s attention back...he scanned his new pup. He kinda enjoyed
Jack at the massive, two-story size...but maybe just start at his original, hulking 10-foot height.
Jack shrunk quickly, shivering as his size dwindled till he was his original 10-foot height. Dan reached his hand out, petting at Jack’s bright
red mane. “Better, pup...you wouldn’t even fit in my house before.”
“M-Master,” Jack whimpered, crawling closer to kiss and lick at Dan’s feet and calves, “I’m a redhead...the world wasn’t built for 1% of the
population, we barely fit anywhere anyways.” Jack finished with a chuckle, his face blushing.
Dan paused...pulling up the Chronovac, he selected population distribution, dialing down by race... Indeed, barely 1% of the population were
redheaded. Dan had lucked out with his four submissive pups...but what if redheads accounted for a much larger portion of the world’s
population?
“What if the world was built for redheads...” Dan asked his pup rhetorically. He had a mischievous grin, tapping through the population
distribution in the chronovac, dragging the redhead population up till it represented 10% of the world. The air around Dan shimmered...but
there wasn’t any noticeable change. The mall doors were the same height, his pup would still have to duck low to enter most buildings.
“More,” he grumbled, dragging the slide to 30%, then, casting inhibition to the wind, 75%, quickly hitting save. Three in Four people would be
a giant, submissive, hyper loyal redhead. Dan watched with delight as the world around him changed, cars plumping larger, doorways
doubling in height. Billboards over the parking changed to advertisements targeting redheads. “Make your Master Proud, join RedHeads Elite
Gym.” Movie posters outside the theatre entrance had been replaced...all redheaded protagonists. Dan kinda wanted to see them...
The world had been divided into two castes, the brown, blonde and black haired Masters and the gingers whose duty it was to serve them. This
was the way that this world had always been (as far as anybody else knew) and it all seemed perfectly normal. Because there was such a excess
of gingers, it was incredibly common for a Master to collar multiple pups and take them into their household. A Master of the highest status
was one who had many many gingers at his feet, whimpering, begging, attending to his every need. The average Master had two gingers in his
household, a radical minority of Masters only had one. And yet, there never seemed to be enough Master’s in the world for the abundance of
redheads.
With such a shortage of Masters, uncollared redheads were in a constant competition to better themselves. The biggest, most submissive
gingers were collared quickly. Improving the service of a would-be sub was a multi-trillion dollar industry; gyms dedicated exclusively to
redheads were as prolific as Starbucks in Dan’s old world.
The largest section in any bookstore or library was the “Redhead Interests” section, which was filled with countless volumes as to how to
develop yourself as a sub. Romance novels all revolve around the universal redhead experience of being collared.
Storefronts were filled with mannequins of titanic proportions, modeling the season’s latest models of harness, cock cage or body jewellery.
Departments stores were tailored to the pursuit of a Master. You could never have enough too-short kilts as a ginger. There hardly seemed a
food item on the market that wasn’t enhanced with protein, extra calories and sexual enhancers.
Meanwhile, if you weren’t a redhead, you were treated like royalty. Not that all non-redheads were Doms (only half were even tops), but every
redhead viewed them as superior...you never knew when you might find your future Master. Prospective Masters were always paid better, had
the best seat in a theatre, red heads would fight to hold a door open for you...
Everywhere a Master went, his gingers would stand proudly at attention behind him, awaiting their orders. Everywhere a ginger went he would
be representing the house of his Master, he had to be on his best behaviour at all time. It would be uncommon for a Master to cover up his
pups all that much, a Master wants to show off his property to the world.
Dan’s new laws in the new world meant that all gingers were natural titans, growing to sizes of mammoth proportions: having to duck and step
sideways to get through doors, biceps the size of cannonballs were the norm. Almost universally gingers had heavy and ultra thick cocks and
balls which hung at at least down to their knees, if not longer, their kilts leaving nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t even all that uncommon
for a ginger to have his cock and balls drag behind him heavily as he walked. In this world, a ginger lives to serve his Master sexually, he could
only cum with the explicit permission of his Master. Hundreds of generations of selective breeding and training had made this the case, with
each generation redheads matured faster, were more intelligent, grew bigger, were submissive, and more virile. It was projected that redheads
would overtake the world population in just a few short decades...and by then, the average redhead would be three times the size of today’s
redhead.
The sounds gingers whimpering for their Master’s attention seemed to be a part of the general ambiance of this world, which seemed to echo
through the city, their need for their Master’s insatiable and unquenchable.
A ginger’s place in his life is to serve his Master and to obey all of his Master’s orders. A pup served his Master with love, devoting every part of
himself to the one who has claimed him. There is not a part of a ginger which doesn’t belong to his Master. The first thing to be handed over
was his name, upon being collared a Master will select a new name for his pup, and this will be the only name he will respond to. A pup’s body
is an item which belongs to his Master, it is a tool of service, the bigger and stronger he can be get the more honour he brings to his
household, and the more proud he can make his Master. A ginger lives and breathes his service, he barely has a thought that does not include
his Master or about how to better himself for his Master. Even a ginger’s meagre pay cheque would always be given over to his Master as
tribute of his love and devotion.
Once collared, a redhead’s life finally begins. Their drive to grow bigger and submit more increasing each day they spend with their Master...a
carnal desire to always prove their worth.
A thought came over Dan, what changes had happened to Patrick, Angus and Marcus - would they be the same or would they be changed as
well? Patrick was the Alpha Bear on campus, certainly a difficult title to win in this world, and his twin brother would be just as massive! At any
rate, he couldn’t wait to see.
Jack started feeling rather self conscious all of a sudden. In the new world which Dan had created he was smaller than the average ginger, not
only that but as he looked around he saw other gingers around him with heavier and sturdier locks, bold brands above their rumps showing
with no uncertainty who they belong to, their massive arms, chests, backs and stomachs adorned with intricate tattoos - showing proudly the
house they were part of, but also saying a bit about both a ginger and his Master.
Dan picked up on Jack’s change of mood, his whimpers tugging at Dan’s heart. “Pup, come along...let’s get you branded to match your
brothers.” Jack jumped up suddenly, his cock slapping wetly against his swollen muscle gut. Jack emitted an musk of submission and
excitment (it was a unique trait about gingers in this world that you could determine almost exactly how he was feeling simply his smell along)
“T-Thank you, Master,” Jack began to tear up, his breathing quickening, “I-I know I don’t deserve your mark being as small as I am, but I will
earn it, everyday, I will make you proud, Master!” Jack’s head hung down, tears of gratitude rolling off his face, down his pecs and becoming
caught in the luxurious ginger pelt on his chest.
“Oh, redheads,” Dan smiled, going up on his toes and reaching high for Jack’s collar, tugging him along towards the mall. Other redheads--
both collared and not--stopping in their tracks at the sight of Dan, smitten in seconds, causing them to question briefly their lifelong loyalties
to their Masters. The mall doors slid open automatically with a loud woosh, they were huge, 30-feet tall, at least, it looked like an airplane
hangar entrance. A gigantic redhead, nearly twice the size of Jack gasped at the sight of Dan, violently jerking his massive body out of the way.
“A-after you, S-Sir!” He stammered, falling to his knees and dropping his shopping bags, a metal cock ring the size of a hula-hoop rolling out
loudly onto the marble floor of the mall.
Dan turned to where the tattoo salon used to be...but the mall had changed. Groups of massive redheads strolled casually together, most
dwarfing Jack by several feet. Jack whimpered to himself at his own internalised inadequacies, he was not as strong, as muscular, as tall, his
voice wasn’t so deep, his odour wasn’t even as strong... but what he did have was his Master’s collar. In himself he could not see how he
deserved such a supreme honour, he was just a salesperson at an underwear store. Being a redhead was so competitive, he never thought the
day would come when a Master would collar him. He was given this opportunity and it was his duty to be the best ginger he could be for his
Master, he would do everything in his power to make his Master proud - it was his duty, it was his mission, his only reason for living.
Jack could feel his mind rewriting itself...these feelings almost seemed impossible when they were described at Ginger Finishing School, and yet
here it was happening, as predictable as puberty. The earliest cave paintings in France depicted a redhead being collard...this was a moment
that every Ginger dreamed of. Though, those memories from Jack’s schooling were becoming harder and harder to access...did he have friends
before Master? Jack couldn’t even remember the faces of his many redheaded brothers. Like most redheads of his generation, Jack came from
a large family; thousands of years of selective breeding had creative hyper fertile redheads that reproduced dozens of offspring each year.
There were dozens of prophecies of the armageddon, when redheads become the dominant race and there is nobody left to serve...even the
news was filled with the exponentially growing population of redheads and dwindling number of available Masters reported in the national
census. As these facts appeared in Jack’s mind, they would suddenly blink out of existence, gone forever, replaced with thoughts of his
Master. How perfect he was, how handsome, how gracious to allow Jack to spend his life serving him.
Jack felt himself choke up his stomach and throat tightened, the tears which were falling from his eyes were becoming a torrent, wetting his
chest hair to his skin. He felt willed down to his knees before his Master, but that hardly felt low enough, not enough to property demonstrate
his love for his Master, he brought himself even lower bringing his face as close to much as his massive gut and pecs would allow them. He felt
his words escaping him, but his musk and his whimpers were doing more speaking for him than he could possibly articulate. Dan felt
overwhelmed by the smell of undiluted need and desperation he was detecting from his pup. He got a whiff of that feeling from every ginger he
encountered, but that seemed somewhat superficial, no, this was different. It was the smell of someone who needed to give themselves over
entirely to their Master for life, of someone who would never be satisfied unless he was with his Master.
Between his loud whimpers Jack was able to articulate a few short phrases... “I need you”, “Please own me”... “Please brand me”. He kissed his
Master’s feet and ankles gently, but not going any further. He didn’t have permission to go any further. He would wait at his Master’s feet for
the rest of time should he have to.
"With pleasure, pup. Just show me where the tattoo parlor is?" Dan asked bashfully. The atten he was getting was overwhelming! He felt like
everyone in the mall was watching him, taking him in. Indeed, they were. Redheads, both collared and stray watched with baited interest from
behind store displays. It was considered rude to rush a Master beginning to be claimed...you would most certainly be turned down.
"Y-yes, Master, thank you, Master!" Jack snapped up to attention standing just behind his Master. "I'm not sure which tattooist you had in mind,
but they're all in the east wing of the mall." Jack looked over at the Victor's Secret storefront, his manager saw the new collar and nodded
approvingly...Jack had the day off.
There were at least a dozen different tattoo parlors...it took Dan a few minutes to find the one he had taken Patrick, Marcus, and Angus to get
branded. And there, seemingly still cleaning up the mess of cum from just hours ago, was a redheaded version of Barry. Larger than Dan, but a
scrawny 7-feet tall for a ginger. He had no collar...Dan wondered what that was like, putting a Masters brand on a freshly collard pup, client
after client, seeing the unparalleled bliss in their eyes as he transfer the mark, yet never having a master of his own.
"Barry! I've got one more pup to brand." Dan looked around. It all seemed familiar. Just. Bigger. Much bigger. The table Patrick had rested on
was twice the size...and there was cum everywhere! Much more than before. Geeze, what had happened?