Cultural Rehab

The good doctor, Doctor Behan, and Megan brought me to my feet. I was a bit wobbly, but otherwise my legs surprisingly adjusted despite decades of non-use. Apparently they had exercised my body in many ways besides the vigorous sex.

They led me to the door and down the hall, naked, supported by the naked Megan and the thankfully non-naked Dr. Behan. The man must've been close to 300 pounds. The most unhealthy doctor I have ever seen.

The hall was filled with nurses, all wearing differing gis. I was quietly told the meaning: Apparently, pink was currently pregnant, white was available to impregnate, and black was barren or unable to conceive children. I saw at least 12 pink gis, out of a crowd of about 20 on the floor, and I realized they were all pregnant with my children. "How many children do I have?" I asked, a little scared of the response. "Around 3000, at least," said Megan. I stood and stared at her, but she just smiled and urged me on.

As I found out later, the official St. Gabriel's count was 2987 conceived during my twenty-one plus year coma, but several more were conceived during my crazy first week. The problem with EDPs is that, even in the social media height of the 2010s, women did not report children born via the disease. They just bore the child and raised them on their own. So any attempt at counting would inevitably fall short.

I was getting sick of this world. I wanted to cry, to ask Megan and Behan where my mother and sister were, where my original family...

Applause filled the room. The nurses and aides all lined up on both sides as we made our procession. The head nurse kissed me and flashed her perky, twentysome-year-old breasts. The entire crowd lifted up the bottom of their gis, showcasing their shaven cunts. I forgot all about my family for a moment.

"They're all for you, daddy," said Megan, holding tight to my left arm. "Most have never fucked anyone but you, in a coma, doped up on viagra. An actual living, moving fuck would be a new experience for them."

"A harem..." I said, remembering flashes of my original harem with Janice and Cindy and Ji-Yoo. "Absolutely," interrupted Dr. Behan. "We ship in fresh virgins every week, not to mention the infertile housewives who pay good money for a fuck. The Reeves gave us alot of money for this system, not to mention the other benefactors."

I passed the crowd and entered a suite. It was decked out somewhat like my old bedroom. The bed was larger, way larger, and the room lengthened to accommodate. There was no laptop on the desk, just a black piece of cardboard.

The few pictures on the wall were replaced by digital images cycling through events of my life... and coma. There's mom at my sixth birthday. There's Cindy's high school graduation. There I am assfucking Brie Larson. There's a picture of me horribly on life support, my erection exposed as a Doctor gives a thumbs up.

Further pictures accessed via a swipe on the frame show the building of St. Gabriel's in downtown LA. My visibly pregnant mother proudly wearing a sign written "First Fuck" as she mounts my comatose body with a deep insertion. Many of these photos were GIFs.

Amy and her parents cut the ribbon to the John Doe Memorial Clinic on the second floor. The CEO of Disney is there with the cast of the Avengers films, very pregnant or holding a preemie in Scarlett Johansson's case. Mickey and Minnie Mouse feign having sex to the crowd's bemusement, as Blake Lively gives me a blowjob.

Behan has left the room and only Megan remains, curiously swiping at a piece of cardboard while laying on her bed. "Where's my sister?" I ask, looking at a photo of Cindy I took being fucked by some black guy at the mall.

"Which one?", she asks. Oh, right, I fucked my mother, so she had another sister. "You have eight." ...and apparently she kept fucking me through the years.

I slumped down on the bed next to Megan, my mind racing. I was an old man now, the world passed me by. My bones ached, if not from non-use, then by general deterioration. Cindy would be in her forties. Mom in her sixties.

Megan toyed with my dick, but it was still pretty limp. I flipped around and lied next to Megan. "What is this?", I asked about her piece of cardboard. "It's a porthole."

"A portal?"

"No, silly, port-hole. It's kind of like the mobile phones or laptops from your time."

I just saw a plain black rectangle, super-thin, but not breakable. It felt like plastic, but looked like cardboard. She touched the side of my head and it lit up. "Sorry, they all have privacy settings these days."

It was a full HD image of three kids, my kids, with Megan and another woman. I swiped, and a menu of icons appeared, although I didn't recognize any of them.

"Here, let me get you on the web." Megan grabbed my arm and led me to the desk. She grabbed the largest piece of cardboard and stuck it on its edge, somehow, and when I rested my arms, a keyboard, that only I could see, lit up.

I hit a microphone icon, and asked for news. I didn't care for the political stuff or the war ravaging Africa. I swiped away these things. Local news, even in Los Angeles, had already reported my awakening, even though I had not seen anyone but the staff. I needed to focus on something fluffier, something to keep my mind from racing. So I went with entertainment news.

I knew none of the names in the big movies. Disney was still a giant, but Marvel films had dwindled to one every three or four years. "When you knocked up the cast of Endgame, they mostly retired from acting." Fuck. I kinda destroyed the MCU on a lark.

DC had gotten its act together and dominated the 2020s, but the age of epic universes died in favor of standalones throughout the last eight years or so. I spent hours on the web, acclimating myself to this new technology and researching the history of the world. Megan gave me blowjobs as I researched the history of porn.

Nothing new under the sun there, as I watched some fake **** and fake three-hourer stuff from Japan. It took me awhile to find my old PornHub entries, PornHub was now just "the Hub", and a major news site now, while passwords no longer existed. Megan showed me the "deleted scenes" from Endgame which was mainly me fucking the hottest actresses in costume. The movie was PG-13 but the Blu-Ray with the deleted scenes were ****-17, the first such movie released by Disney. I also got to see Endgame, and contemplated viewing further movies in the franchise.

But it was getting late and I had spent the entire afternoon on a computer-esque thing. Something simple I hadn't done since before my diagnosis. The head nurse came in and asked who I wanted to fuck tonight, and I told her she'd do. She was tall, blonde, and had a very firm and exercised body, something I saw in full glory as she removed her robe. Since she was pregnant, it must've been early, because she wasn't showing.

Megan asked to stay on as my primary fuck, a role in EDP circles generally reserved for the head of the harem that naturally grows. I guess Janice was my original primary fuck back in the day, and was now the world's leading authority on Erection Dependence.

I had my first threesome in years with Megan and Nurse Mary Meyers. Megan's hair was dark, like mine used to be, and has a nice landing strip that contrasted with Mary's fully-shaved cunt. Either one felt the same as I pistoned into them. They weren't especially tight, mostly because they had borne several children to me over the years.

Mary was riding me when I finally came, and smiled as my sperm leaked out of her, sliding down my limp cock. She was already pregnant with her sixth child in the five years she'd worked here. Her husband didn't mind taking care of my kids, who he considered his own, even if they carried my last name. Megan had a wife, my daughter-in-law and also daughter, Emily Winslow. Megan didn't really think of her as a half-sister until I mentioned it. I had so many children in the neighborhood, many carrying my name, many not.

I fucked them both good and proper. Their first real fuck, no doubt, and my first one in years. I had been recovering when I first fucked Megan this morning, but I was now at full capacity. It was midnight and the two were asleep, cum stains dried on Mary's thigh.

I looked out the window to the city. The cars were sleeker, quieter, and self-driving apparently. But there were still cars. Still trees. Today I spent hunkered down in a room, sequestered from the world. Tomorrow, I would go out into that world. Reconquer what I had conquered before. But, first, I should probably see if they have any clothes.

And, also, I should watch out for trucks this time.