Fifteen years later

It took a long time, and I mean a long time to get to this point. 4 Years to get my bachelors, 4 years to get my medical degree, and another 4 years to get my psychiatry license, but I eventually made it, and two years ago, I opened my own practice in the city. First, I suppose I should describe how people are doing.

Charyl is now a mother to three of my children, aged 14, 12, and 10 now, all girls. Jess is also a mother, but of four kids, all to her husband, and keeps herself busy taking care of them and the house.

Andrea and her wife both each gave birth to a daughter, and after my discussion with Emily, I undid my prior mind control on them, although I've stayed in touch with Andrea, as she's turned out to be quite the decent lawyer, and I figured it would be good to have her in my pocket for any future issues I might run into.

Thomas continues to run his many businesses, and supplies Emily and I with any funds we might need, and Katherine has kept Thomas happy and supportive of us.

Tiffany finished her business degree and until I finished getting my license, she continued working for Thomas, but in a much higher managerial position helping him run the business. She now runs the business side of my psychiatry office, with Emily's blessing, I brought her info the fold as well, and although she serves as a receptionist, she manages much more of the business than a normal secretary would.

Emily and I followed through with the plan, and got married a year after I went back to college over the summer. We didn't hold a wedding, and simply eloped. I didn't want a wedding, and I don't stay in touch with my family, nor do they ever reach out to me.

After Emily started her Pharmacology PHD, I had fathered enough daughters that Emily suspected something was up, and with Thomas's help, we bought some basic medical equipment. After some study Emily figured out the source of my cum's power. Somehow, or in some way, I'm quite the mutant. A double mutation in my Y chromosome has caused the astounding change in my sperm. All the male sperm are basically non-functional, and instead of the normal tail, a quite damage and broken protein is produced, which just so happens to be the mind control compound in question. Long story short, I'm about 50% fertile and can only have daughters. Which, although I can't ever have a son, is probably for the best, because the implications of having a whole bunch of males with mind control powers running around would likely be catastrophic in a few hundred years.

After finishing her schooling, Emily figured out a way using a few different processes to extract just the protein from my cum, and has developed two different ways to store it. Developing an entire dosing procedure and dosage estimates. We have a flavorless liquid suspension, and a solid powder that can be sprinkled on food. No one who isn't under my control knows about it, and I have procedures in place to destroy all the evidence should I die, or should I need to do it for any emergency measure. Ultimately, the danger of reproduction of the protein is too high to ever allow the secret out, so instead I have restricted myself to only using the cum under the guise of excellent psychiatric practice. I did take the Hippocratic oath, but I'll be honest with you like Emily was with me, I don't adhere to it strictly. When two bad people come in, both just using each other, lets just say they leave changed people, and depending on how the woman looks, I end up a winner too.

Emily has aged even better than her mother did, at 34 she's still looking very young, although her breasts have started to swell, since she is now pregnant with our first child.

I have a number of stories to tell, some short, some long, related to my practice as a marriage councilor. Some nice, some not so nice, but overall, I'm a happy man, and I'm able to sleep well at night.

Official End

Authors Note: Hi everyone. It had been a few weeks before I came back to finish this. I kept struggling to bring myself to write this out because the prior format was really covering every single day, and I knew this is where I wanted the story to end up, so I understand if you think this was rushed, it was fully planned, but I intended to get here slower, but whenever I tried to sit and write it out at a slower pace, I didn't enjoy my own writing, so this was the final format. From here on out, the story will just have brief stories about people who enter his practice as a marriage councilor. I hope everyone enjoys, and again, sorry for the very quick ending, but I couldn't really bring myself to write it in the longer format.