Talk with the CEO

It was late that night as you sat in your home office just aimlessly tapping through the file on your computer when someone's hand knocked on your door. "What is it?"

You looked up to see your boss coming through the door and, try as you might, you couldn't help but notice that there were some differences in his appearance already. It had been about a week since he started to ingest your sperm and, try as you might, there was just no way around the fact that he was infected. Word had spread throughout the company and the shareholders too had become aware of things. You hadn't disclosed anything but it was only a matter of time before there would a movement to oust him, if not already.

"How you feeling?"

You sighed and turned back to the screen. "It's fucked up how much we didn't know back then when I went through the testing of the Mark 1 Sperm device. It helped increase my production to sustain multiple loads a day but it influences the people who ingest it. It changes them but we don't know why it does things differently per person."

"Yeah, I've seen the report on your mom and ... Kayla, is it?"

You silently nodded.

"So...now Samantha is hooked and, given my numbers, I'm also in the same boat." He looked down at his body and laughed a little before he walked over and sat down in front of your desk. "What's going to happen to me?"

"Sir?"

"I'm part of your cum harem...don't deny what it is," he said, holding up a hand and forestalling your protest in your mouth. "You have 2 women who need you to give it to them vaginally, one anally, and I'm at the point where I need it from the source and not in a container. Let's face it, I'm the odd man out and only because I've taken it a week. I'm basically starting to change, aren't I?"

"B-But..."

The man laughed and leaned back in the chair. "I'm okay with that, really. I figured that as soon as I started to notice the changes happening that I would become less of who I am and more of who I am to become. I'm not relishing whatever genetic surprises I have, but I'm okay with it now. It's way better than dying, I've seen people dying from this...disease. It's not pleasant."

"Your daughter?"

He shook his head. "Got the news 2 hours ago, she didn't make it. They didn't know she was a Level 4. I couldn't disclose your badge or donor status, even if it could save her life." He looked back at you. "You didn't answer my question, though....what's going to happen to me?"