The Repopulation Initiative (Drawn Ref Version)

[Well shit, I've been working on this for a while, and I guess I accidentally hit the publish button prematurely. That's a shame. Be warned that game components are not working yet, and the action stops rather abruptly. I hope you enjoy what is written though if you stumbled upon this "beta version."]

(Disclaimer: This story will feature rather ludicrous and blatant fantastical sexual elements. If you're turned off by unrealistically large penis sizes or feats of sexual prowess that would make pornstars and hentai protagonists alike ashamed, this story won't be for you. If, however, you're willing to suspend your disbeliefs and realize your most perverse sexual fantasies, you have come to the right place.

Additionally, this is some pretty shameless fantasy. Expect everything from unrealistic depictions of characters, to male gaze, to harem elements, and other unabashed horny logic. This is a porn story, not an award-winning novel.)

Everything changed so quickly.

You remember hearing the news headlines back when you started high school. Reports and television pundits giving their two cents on some strange medical affliction that cropped up in India. At the time, you and a fair number of your know-it-all, cynical classmates assumed it would be just another "nothing burger." One of those minor incidents that everyone panics over, only to promptly forget about in a month's time when it ends up not actually being half the threat everyone was hyping it up to be.

Sadly, you couldn't have been more wrong. It spread faster than any other epidemic known to history, partially because of the fact that it was difficult to detect. The virus didn't seem to have any side effects in fact; it only completely killed a man's ability to reproduce. It took months before the condition was even recognized; clinicians initially just assumed that it was a coincidence that they were getting far more inquiries from couples who were struggling to have their child. It took longer still for experts to identify that only men's reproductive systems were ever affected, for there were absolutely zero reported cases of aberrations in female anatomy. Once the crisis_ was _successfully identified, the world went in to full-blown panic mode.

It was difficult for your then teenage mind to comprehend in a way. Unlike most global threats, there were virtually no short-term consequences. It was the potential long-term consequences that were so heinous; if immediate action wasn't taken, the world's population was expected to halve in a generation, and exponentially decline in that manner going forward. That meant nothing short of total societal collapse. Hence, the Initiative commenced.

This was the part you didn't know much about. Neither your government nor most others were keen on disclosing much information about it. All the president would ever say when pressed was, "It's to combat the pandemic and ensure our future." Politicians are always masters of dodging questions. So life continued on for you, almost entirely normal in spite of the scares. The only change was a minor bad decision you made when you turned twenty-three. You were having fun with your girlfriend at the time, and figured there wasn't much use in worrying about contraception, for obvious reasons, so a little unprotected sex would be a fun way to spice up the relationship. The real watershed moment in your life came when she told you a few weeks later that she was pregnant.

You always thought of yourself as somewhat special, as most young men do. And you had more reason than most to feel this way, as you were already what most men aspired to be. Tall, a jawline that could cut glass, decently fit, and (of course) shockingly well hung at 12 inches hard, you were already the local heartthrob of your neighborhood. But the attention you received before was dwarfed by what you were experiencing now that it was discovered that your sperm still worked. Unfortunately, that attention mostly took the form of the federal government, which contacted you shortly thereafter. They said they had an offer for you that would surely catch your interest. All you had to do was agree to meet with the director of the Initiative, a certain Mr. Goodfellow, for a briefing on the offer.