Liide12
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- May 5, 2016
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Like it or not, the world had changed.
I was just a kid when the war started. Troops rushing out, my dad leaving. I didn't understand what was happening.
I didn't know when the enemy started using chemical weapons on our boys that killed more than half outright, and rendered the rest infertile. Mom just said Dad wasn't coming home. I guess he wasn't one of the lucky ones.
Time passed. We recovered, but none of the returning troops could...well...reproduce. Considering every able bodied man and woman over 18 was conscripted, the nation faced a problem:
Repopulation.
First there had been a big push towards tourism, hoping the other countries hadn't been affected like we had. In many cases though, the nation's of the world had a common problem. No new children were being born.
To this end, the Institute was created.
The Institute promised to find a cure for the infertility affecting the nation's of the world. I grew up seeing the signs, commercials, everything. I wanted to do my part in saving the world too. When I was 12 I skipped school to bike down to the local Institute chapter. I needn't have bothered. They didn't have any use for a kid like me. At least, not yet.
The law was when you turn 18 you were required to check in with the local Institute chapter. Something about checking if the generation that was too young might hold the key to mankind's survival.
Today was the day for me. I finally was able to do my part...
And
They took a sperm sample, and said they'd check back in a few days.
...
THAT'S IT?
I thought I could study with them, maybe share my ideas, give some suggestions. I just wanted to do my part like Dad...
The next few days absolutely crawled by. Not receiving an adequate fertility count meant college, which meant an 8-12 year degree until I could even get my foot in the door with the Institute.
I didn't want to wait that long, but what could I do?
I read. Played videogames. Masturbated.
Finally I got the call.
"Please report to your local Institute chapter for treatment and care. You are now apart in bringing humanity to its next golden age!"
I roared in triumph. I wasn't sure what to make of that treatment bit, but who cares? I was going to help save humanity!
Naturally I turned up early, waiting outside the facility at 0600 sharp for someone to let me in.
And waited.
An old Chevy sputtered its way into the parking lot, and from it emerged a very tired looking woman.
She gave me an odd look as she unlocked the door and entered, before shutting the door behind her.
I stood at attention for another fifteen minutes before she reopened the door, and asked, "Can I help you?"
I shot my arm up in a crisp salute. "Reporting for treatment, ma'am!"
She blinked, then a look of understanding spread across her face. She sighed. "At ease. This isn't a military establishment young man, it's a scientific one."
I didn't quite stop saluting, but my arm did weasel it's way back down to my side eventually.
"...all right, get in here. You won't need your bag though. All clothes are provided along with furnishings after the treatment."
I beamed, then my smile faded into a frown as I walked through the proffered door. "Yeah...about that. What is this treatment?"
She chuckled. "Believe me, it's nothing to be afraid of. You'll end up enjoying it in time."
Well good thing that's not ominous, some part of me thought darkly.
The secretary led me to a room away from the main lobby, past a corridor or three of what looked like waiting rooms, mostly unoccupied.
"Go in there and strip. Someone will be with you momentarily," She ordered, and I complied meekly.
This wasn't really what I expected. I thought this was supposed to be a think tank where the best and brightest worked to save humanity. This place just looked like a free clinic.
The door opened again, interrupting my thoughts. I scrambled, looking around for some kind of patient gown or something for me to put on, but there was nothing. I hurriedly threw the blanket from the examination table over my junk, and turned towards the door.
...holy cow.
The woman who walked in was sex on legs, if sex had legs. Long flowing curls of scarlet. A heart shaped face, with lusciously full lips and piercing emerald eyes. Curves, a body that could give an hourglass an inferiority complex. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra either. Man I couldn't help but notice that. Or stop noticing that.
I didn't look, but I was fairly certain my modesty would be at stake if I looked down to examine the blanket again.
"Name?"
"T...Taylor," I squeaked.
She gave an approving purr sound. "First day?"
I nodded briskly. She laughed somewhere in her throat. God even her laughs were sexy.
"Don't worry. Things get a lot less...stressful...the longer you're here. My name is Emilia. I'll be handling your intake processing and your first few treatments.
"First few?" I blurted. "What are you going to do to me?"
She chuckled again. "Nothing you won't thank us for later. Now..." She walked over to the cabinet I had ignored, and produced an exceptionally large syringe. "This might sting a bit."
I crawled away from her as she loomed above me, needle in hand. "Where...where is that going, exactly?"
"Right here," She purred casually, before tearing off the cloth and injecting me between the balls.
I howed loudly, but couldn't move, not with her having me by the shorthairs. Things started to get fuzzy.
That maddeningly attractive laugh again. "Don't worry hun. When you wake up, you're going to feel better than ever."
I blacked out.
I was just a kid when the war started. Troops rushing out, my dad leaving. I didn't understand what was happening.
I didn't know when the enemy started using chemical weapons on our boys that killed more than half outright, and rendered the rest infertile. Mom just said Dad wasn't coming home. I guess he wasn't one of the lucky ones.
Time passed. We recovered, but none of the returning troops could...well...reproduce. Considering every able bodied man and woman over 18 was conscripted, the nation faced a problem:
Repopulation.
First there had been a big push towards tourism, hoping the other countries hadn't been affected like we had. In many cases though, the nation's of the world had a common problem. No new children were being born.
To this end, the Institute was created.
The Institute promised to find a cure for the infertility affecting the nation's of the world. I grew up seeing the signs, commercials, everything. I wanted to do my part in saving the world too. When I was 12 I skipped school to bike down to the local Institute chapter. I needn't have bothered. They didn't have any use for a kid like me. At least, not yet.
The law was when you turn 18 you were required to check in with the local Institute chapter. Something about checking if the generation that was too young might hold the key to mankind's survival.
Today was the day for me. I finally was able to do my part...
And
They took a sperm sample, and said they'd check back in a few days.
...
THAT'S IT?
I thought I could study with them, maybe share my ideas, give some suggestions. I just wanted to do my part like Dad...
The next few days absolutely crawled by. Not receiving an adequate fertility count meant college, which meant an 8-12 year degree until I could even get my foot in the door with the Institute.
I didn't want to wait that long, but what could I do?
I read. Played videogames. Masturbated.
Finally I got the call.
"Please report to your local Institute chapter for treatment and care. You are now apart in bringing humanity to its next golden age!"
I roared in triumph. I wasn't sure what to make of that treatment bit, but who cares? I was going to help save humanity!
Naturally I turned up early, waiting outside the facility at 0600 sharp for someone to let me in.
And waited.
An old Chevy sputtered its way into the parking lot, and from it emerged a very tired looking woman.
She gave me an odd look as she unlocked the door and entered, before shutting the door behind her.
I stood at attention for another fifteen minutes before she reopened the door, and asked, "Can I help you?"
I shot my arm up in a crisp salute. "Reporting for treatment, ma'am!"
She blinked, then a look of understanding spread across her face. She sighed. "At ease. This isn't a military establishment young man, it's a scientific one."
I didn't quite stop saluting, but my arm did weasel it's way back down to my side eventually.
"...all right, get in here. You won't need your bag though. All clothes are provided along with furnishings after the treatment."
I beamed, then my smile faded into a frown as I walked through the proffered door. "Yeah...about that. What is this treatment?"
She chuckled. "Believe me, it's nothing to be afraid of. You'll end up enjoying it in time."
Well good thing that's not ominous, some part of me thought darkly.
The secretary led me to a room away from the main lobby, past a corridor or three of what looked like waiting rooms, mostly unoccupied.
"Go in there and strip. Someone will be with you momentarily," She ordered, and I complied meekly.
This wasn't really what I expected. I thought this was supposed to be a think tank where the best and brightest worked to save humanity. This place just looked like a free clinic.
The door opened again, interrupting my thoughts. I scrambled, looking around for some kind of patient gown or something for me to put on, but there was nothing. I hurriedly threw the blanket from the examination table over my junk, and turned towards the door.
...holy cow.
The woman who walked in was sex on legs, if sex had legs. Long flowing curls of scarlet. A heart shaped face, with lusciously full lips and piercing emerald eyes. Curves, a body that could give an hourglass an inferiority complex. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra either. Man I couldn't help but notice that. Or stop noticing that.
I didn't look, but I was fairly certain my modesty would be at stake if I looked down to examine the blanket again.
"Name?"
"T...Taylor," I squeaked.
She gave an approving purr sound. "First day?"
I nodded briskly. She laughed somewhere in her throat. God even her laughs were sexy.
"Don't worry. Things get a lot less...stressful...the longer you're here. My name is Emilia. I'll be handling your intake processing and your first few treatments.
"First few?" I blurted. "What are you going to do to me?"
She chuckled again. "Nothing you won't thank us for later. Now..." She walked over to the cabinet I had ignored, and produced an exceptionally large syringe. "This might sting a bit."
I crawled away from her as she loomed above me, needle in hand. "Where...where is that going, exactly?"
"Right here," She purred casually, before tearing off the cloth and injecting me between the balls.
I howed loudly, but couldn't move, not with her having me by the shorthairs. Things started to get fuzzy.
That maddeningly attractive laugh again. "Don't worry hun. When you wake up, you're going to feel better than ever."
I blacked out.
