A limited cure is found.

Joy is soon tested more thoroughly, and the next day her stem cells and one embryonic stem cell are taken for testing.

It seems that sex with you did not pass on the new strain that you and your daughter carry, but it seems to have cured the disease. Perhaps because you have the new strain.

The new question is did you pass along the cure through sex, or through impregnating Joy. The consensus is that the genetic combination made with her egg being fertilized and making an embryo caused her body to become able to rid her of the disease.

So instead of your daughter’s condition, where she creates the protein being destroyed by the disease, Joys body just stopped destroying it.

They test the new theory, trying to determine how and why the second patient beat the disease, but differently.

They prove their theory and inform the team at the lab, pulling you in for the discussion.

Samples are taken of your semen, lots of samples. You feel like you spend the entire day jerking into a cup.

The CDC, the WHO, your team, and scientific and medical leaders from around the world are now involved.

Maria’s actions to this point become known, and she is taken from the facility in federal custody. Beyond the laws she broke, she offended the administration by trying to get you arrested and disgraced. And the administration turned their criminal investigation assets toward her, she was finished.

The proud and defiant woman who had schemed to end you, is lead from your laboratory crying, ugly crying.

It is determined that the protein rich sperm you produce, and the new strain of the disease you carry likely passes the new strain on to your offspring, and carrying your child confers immunity for the mother.

They also determine that your semen loses it’s protein rich potency very quickly, even more quickly than regular men, so time is critical after you ejaculate.

You get to sit in a conference call that involves the President, something you never thought would happen, something Maria is bitterly jealous of. She found out you were going to be on it earlier in the day and told the President on a call how you got the strain.

She told him you fucked hour daughter and that joy belonged in jail. And when the President rudely told her no, she attacked him verbally. She said things you just don’t say to a head of state.

It is stated that there are over three million cases of this disease and growing, now with a very limited cure available. They have to find an artificial means of insemination, as quickly as possible. “He can’t fuck them all, can he?” The President jokes, drawing the required laugh.

But he is right, three million patients, conservatively fifteen minutes per patient, what would be well over a year if you had no rest.

If sex is what is needed, there is no possible way one donor could solve the world’s problem. If pregnancy is needed, one donor ‘could’ solve it, there are quite a lot of health sperm in healthy semen, but could it be separated and preserved without it losing it’s potency? Would the new strain die in the process?

Lots of testing takes place, and your lab fills with volunteer females who have the original strain to test it. Joy and Kira are released and head to your house, with Joy moving in as planned.

Neither has anything left to be tested, as there are no more stem cells to gather, and as your daughter does not seem able to pass on the new strain. There is hope that when your child with her is born, that the child will be the third carrier of the new strain, and open new treatment options.

You get to spend time with both girls after work, spending hours with both of them, but you spend your nights sleeping with your daughter, and lots of time fucking her as well.

Joy doesn’t get much sexual attention, as you do not intend to turn your house into Caesar’s orgy room. Joy doesn’t mind, it seems that after a year of sexual desperation, being horny almost constantly and at the actual mercy of male donors, Joy enjoys a rest.

You spend less time in the lab as the weeks go by, as you can participate in the meetings which are held remotely, but you do donate sperm on site several times per day, every day of the week without rest.

Your time at the lab becomes even more limited, as CDC staffers show up four times a day when you are away, and they take your samples and freeze them, and hurry back to the lab with a federal police escort.

You also now have federal officers near your house at all times. They sweep the place to make sure there are no threats, and they begin to protect you and your daughter. You two are the only hope of stopping the disease, and the government leaves nothing to chance.

If you need to go somewhere you are driven. If Kira needs to go somewhere, she is driven, and always with security.

Your home is hardened a bit, and you now have a fiber uplink to the lab and a hone computer and monitor setup you didn’t know existed. You now have to use biometrics to get into your computer.

It turned out that the President demanded you be kept safe after what Maria tried to do, and demanded a security detail. He said to build a goddamned Marine base around your house if they had to.

On the scientific front, the good news is that when you impregnate women they are cured, usually within one day. But there is some bad news as well.

For starters, your sperm is less potent in this way, and you are not as successful as they would like for you to be. Only about seven in ten is successfully impregnated using the artificial means, and only half of these end up conferring immunity. The loss of potency is severe.

Also, attempts to preserve your sperm through freezing, the traditional means, fails as it destroys the new strain you carry. So the process is only possible with freshly delivered semen to patients on site.

And lastly, the immunity only lasts while they carry the child, and for a short time later. It seems the defenses against the disease will leave with the child. When an embryo wasn’t viable and was lost, symptoms returned. In numerous cases where the embryo was sacrificed for additional stem cells, symptoms returned.

So at best this would be a temporary solution, and it would not work for every patient. So with the three million or so known patients, you will help those you can, for as long as you can, while the rest are treated with the “band aid” method now handled by the donor program.

Your lab is moved to a large warehouse nearby, which is far closer to home. Only a few miles away. Now when you are driven to the lab, it is with federal security, and it doesn’t take long to get there.

It is converted into a much larger and more capable lab than your old one. It eventually becomes the largest “clean room” testing and treatment center in the world.

Your time working from home slows, and you have to spend kore time at the lab donating sperm and fucking women.

Dozens of women per day become hundreds, and these hundreds per day represent the most serious cases found. Women in the most danger are now sent to your lab to buy them more time.

At this point you have days where you fuck twenty different women. You get to pick, and you pick the most attractive.

You fuck stage three patients, and a lot of them. Everything from fit mothers who spend time at the gym to high school students who have advanced quickly.

It is an exciting, and exhausting time. But the months progress, and you watch both Kira and Joy’s bodies change as their unborn children grow, you wonder what will be in store for them.

One thing the administration does, is outside of the regular sperm donations you make, they ask if you would be willing to provide vaginal delivery to one or two high patients per day, special patients. This method of delivery for you ends up being 100% effective in causing a pregnancy. This is unexpected, but even women on birth control get pregnant.

They bring in the father and daughter that Maria manipulated into having sex, and have you fuck his daughter, impregnating her and relieving her symptoms. Due to Maria’s actions Lisa was stage three and was starting to see serious problems, they had to try to make it right for her.

Then the administration has a new idea. Something they would have never considered before.

Direct delivery from you being the least common but most successful measure, it is reserved in theory for those in most dire need, but is instead used to treat those who can be of the most use in shaping the public perception of the treatment options your lab helped to develop.

Which the current administration determines to be the entertainment industry, the face of which tends to be young and beautiful movie and music stars who have contracted the disease.

You are first taken to an airport nearby, driven right onto the runway, and after a security check you are taken to see the President of the United States. That is a meeting you never saw coming.

He is a crude man, and not a smart man, but he is pragmatic, and he sees value sometimes where more traditional men do not.

He asks for your help. They need the public behind them, and to do that they need the media behind them, and to get both they need the entertainment industry behind them.

And that could be purchased with you passing the temporary cure they know about to celebrities you choose, in the only method known to be 100% effective.

Every woman you have sexual intercourse with becomes pregnant, this had been tested beyond just Joy and Kira, and birth control didn’t work with you. Also embryos created with your “super sperm” were also viable 100% of the time, they never fail. And further, your embryos survive in utero with women who traditionally cannot carry children. Your genetics have changed to be that powerful.

You say yes to the President, who also mentions you have nothing to worry about, the **** laws would be changing soon. With the current health scare going on, the world has more important things to worry about.

“If congress won’t get off their ass on this, the fucking **** law, I will pardon you, you won’t spend a fucking day in jail, not one.”

He also confided that he had been fucking his own daughter for years, he didn’t see what the big deal was.

“Have you seen her tits? I hope she doesn’t catch this but I think you will see them if she does, my son in law doesn’t know what he has.”

The President brags about fucking both of his daughters, and that he has for years.

You had figured he was only pretending to be about family values, and there was the proof. And good thing too, you now had no legal hassles to worry about.

With Kira and Joy less in need and less interested as they advance in pregnancy term, it means you get even more action on the side, and who knows who it will be. You still fuck Kira every day, but once a day is a lot less than before.

You are given the choice of patients to work with, and they come to you on your schedule. And those treatments happen in a dark room. Not literally dark, there are lights on, but the room has no windows, and no video or audio monitoring at all.

You get to choose your partners, and you have about seven months before Kira and Joy are expected to deliver, so who do you choose to “help” first? There are a lot of female celebrities with the disease, and they have been able to keep it a secret thus far.

You are given a confidential list of female celebrities who have asked for the treatment, and you have your choice of them.