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The Deputy Surgeon General (DSG), a Rear Admiral in the United States Public Health Service Commissioned Corps, adjusted her Class A uniform as she stood behind the cameras. She ignored the grunts and groans from the President as she addressed the public for the first time on such a large issue.

The Surgeon General, her boss, like many in Washington, was waylaid by the disease, and had fucked his way through the HHS HQ, giving new meaning to its moniker "Hubert H. Humphrey Building". She had first realized something was amiss when he came into her office, tackled her to the ground and fucked her in the ass. Subsequent fuckings with her staff and visitors helped determine what was occurring.

Erica rubbed her ass gently as she recounted the conclusion. "The Public Health Service and the CDC therefore recommend that every male in the metropolitan DC area, and potentially the United States, is treated as a potential victim of the disease at the first sign of a symptom.

"Symptoms can include shortness of breath, a spiked heart rate, unexplained queasiness, and, of course, a very high libido. Should any of these symptoms be present in an adult male within the pathogen zone, or even an adult female in rare situations, that person should be treated as quickly and thoroughly as possible.

"Per the Frenchman's Disease Edict of 1940, all adult women in the United States are deputized to render any physical assistance requested of them by a sufferer of Phalarsenasthenia. Erection Dependence. Furthermore, per our current President's Executive Order, this has expanded to included the evolved disease of EDP-20.

"Sexual activity, culminating in the release of seminal fluids, is the easiest short-term solution to its effects. Sexual observation of the President, Secret Service, Joe Manganiello, and the Surgeon General, has shown that a period of three-to-six hours is sufficient, slightly up from the 2.5-to-4 hour recommendation for standard Phalarsenasthenia. However, continuous sexual activity does not wear out the victim as in the regular disease, but actually may lead to a quicker overall recovery when the disease has run its course. Hypothetically."

As the DSG sweated under the intense lights, the President yelled a nonsensical word. "Covfefe!" he proclaimed, to the almost all-woman Press Corps's confusion. A young woman, his daughter, emerged naked from beneath the desk, wiping away some fresh cum and orange spray tan off her lips.

"Thanks, hun," he said squeezing his daughter's ass as she kissed him. He then wiped away his own seminal fluid disgustingly. "As you can see," the DSG interjected, "the President's family is doing their part to end this disease. We at the Public Health Service order all families in the zone to take care of their relatives, close friends, or even kind old neighbors, with their sexual needs. Casualty reports have already come in from people who have been unable or unwilling to seek out sexual relief, so it may fall to us, the immune, to satisfy the needs of our communities. Any questions?"

"What activities are permitted?" asked an attractive blonde from the New York Post.

"Per the two EOs, anything between consensual adults is acceptable. The diseased party has precedence, and his will should be obeyed. In the course of saving his life, should you break a law or commit an otherwise heinous act, you will not suffer any prosecution. General guidelines regarding the ED Prisons and the old Compact are being negotiated and are not applicable at this time. The state of California's insistence on prosecuting Erecion Dependents in the past is not a policy of the federal government or this administration and will be firmly ignored."

"Have you fucked any EDP-20s?"

"Yes, of course. The Surgeon General, the President himself, the Secret Service director, my secretary, the Uber driver. Many more. Sexual activity amongst many partners is highly encouraged during this period of adjustment. I have not fucked my husband in the past three days, but am told he has fucked our housekeeper and children's nanny, so am glad he is seeing his needs met."

"Can you take your top off?" said the one male reporter, being given a handjob by the younger woman to his left from a rival organization.

Erica blinked. "Yes. Yes of course." She took off her top, exposing a partially ripped bra from this morning's latest rough sex, which easily came undone, exposing her dark-colored breasts and tan nipples. "Me being topless should help many at home to release pressure in their loins and masturbate as necessary."

"It's not enough for me," shouted the President, as he arose pantsless from the Resolute Desk and stumbled towards Erica. He pushed her unto the podium, pulling off her skirt and smiling at her lack of underwear underneath her easily ripped pantyhose.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" shouted the nation's Commander-in-Chief after he had already impaled his dark-skinned subordinate. With a push and another push, Erica rolled her eyes at the repetitive nature of it all. The Secret Service soon came in and began fucking the reporters, some more willingly than others, as the cameras continued to roll.