The Event

Two days later, Agent Hunt and I were riding in the back of an SUV, with two agents in the front.

Four identical SUVs were driving along with ours, each containing 4 agents: 1 driver, 1 front passenger, and 2 in the back. These were supposed to be decoys for attackers.

At first, I thought it would be over the top. But as we got closer to the BHPR building, I understood that the decoys were justified.

Hundreds of women had come to the BHPR building, and more than half of them were protesting, saying that I shouldn't be allowed to live, let alone do this.

Once we arrived, a dozen or so officers kept the crowd at bay while me, Hunt, and the agents from the SUVs went inside.

Once in the BHPR building, the doors were locked behind us, and guarded by two agents. We were then escorted to the Central Office.

The Central Office felt like a throne room with an office aesthetic. Picture a 500 square ft. room with 20-foot ceiling, and in the center of it, a dozen steps leading to one big office desk.

We stood in front of the staircase. On three sides, we were surrounded by Agents, each wearing a black pantsuit and blazer, a blue shirt, and black aviator shades, just like Hunt was wearing. A few of them I recognized from being regulars either at my house or when I went outside.

At the top of the steps, walking down slowly, was Agent Debra Chase, a mature woman, and the head of the BHPR. While she did look down on me, she didn't seem disgusted. As she walked down, I noticed she had a small smirk on her face.

"Well, the day's finally here kid, " said Chase. "Happy 18th. Before we get started, you should probably take this. " She snapped her fingers, and a scientist came in with a large pill and a glass of water.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Think of it as Super-Viagra. You may be young, which means you'll probably have a lot of energy, but to guarantee success, we need to make sure you're producing enough. This will greatly increase both the amount of times you can go without stopping, as well as make sure you're ejaculating enough sperm each time. "

"How did you make this?"

"Before males were an endangered species, there was a government complex working on...let's call it a sex virus. "

"Like an STD?"

"Not exactly. Anyway, the formula was very unstable, and it affected both men and women for a long time. We've modified it so it only affected men (or in this case, you), and that it only works for a few hours before you're back to normal. "

I downed the pill.

"By the way, " Chase asked, "I'm kinda surprised you chose someone so quickly. Did you jack off first so you'd have, what was it called, post-nut clarity?"

"No, actually," I replied. "I did want to, but Agent Hunt was insistent that I select someone first. I believe she said my priority was, and I quote, 'finding some poor whore to knock up and not wasting my cum in the damned carpet'."

A few agents snickered and giggled, while Hunt seemed to be getting red.

Agent Hunt loudly cleared her throat before she decided to speak, and stepped forward. "Speaking of which, where is Subject One? I only see our agents and that a few scientists over there."

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Agent Chased asked, amused.

"He did not. I did ask, but he refused to tell me. He wanted to keep it a surprise, so I dropped it."

Liar. As cold as she was, her curiosity got the better of her. She asked me several times after she got the email, but I didn't tell her. She made several guesses on the ride here, naming celebrities, voice actors, people that I interacted with, etc., but I ignored her and kept my eyes closed for most of the ride.

"Well, as it so happens, the subject our 'savior' has selected is in this room. She is one of our Agents. Care to take a guess?"

Agent Hunt laughed loudly. "Hah! Wow! Why didn't I think of that?" She turned around. "Of course. The entire time we were guarding you, you were perving out on us. So, who's it going to be?" She eyed me up and down, then looked around the room at each agent.

She pointed at an agent while looking back to me. "Let me guess, Decker? Big tits? Busty Blonde Bombshell?" A few agents laughed, while Agent Decker adjusted her shirt and bra. I smiled, but said nothing.

"No? Alright, alright," Hunt said, nodding, as she looked around. She stopped again. "Maybe you're an ass-man? Or you prefer redheads? Either way, it's got to be Connors over there," she said, point to a woman with a red ponytail. Again, some giggles, this time as Connors turned to pose her ass to the others. I still said nothing.

"Really? Not the redhead either. Okay, okay." She looked around. "Hmm. Maybe it's eye color? Or race? I'm not sure. "

The agents all giggled.

"Fine! I give up, okay! Who is the unlucky slut that you picked?"

As Hunt spoke, Chase's loud footsteps echoed the room as she came down the steps. Hunt turned around to face her.

"Congratulations Agent Hunt. You have been selected as Subject One for the Human Population Restoration Procedure."

Even with her shades still on, I could still see the color draining from Agent Hunt's face turned pale.