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The doors opened before them. They entered the spa area we'd commandeered. With every nubile new arrival I laid eyes on, I felt a slight pang in my balls. My sperm were multiplying. I swear I could feel it! I felt pressure increasing as their scent reached me. I felt the shift deep in my gut, the deep breath in my chest. I needed them, but I squeezed the back of the chair and kept my composure.
And directly ahead, they'd see me, standing behind my custom-built chair. It hid everything from my sternum on down. Behind me was a bed, and behind that was a wall of glass. The morning sun lit the Osaka skyline. I stood in the middle of a recessed circular area adjacent to the window. This area usually housed spa tables, and it had a drains around the edges. If you've read my stories, you know how important
that
particular feature is.
The space was airy and warm in color, with a lot of bamboo. Surrounding the recessed area were rows of chaises, radiating outward. We'd had to fill most of the space with them, because I'd be serving about sixty women each day I was here. Each chaise and the bed had a cover over it—they apparently make cloth-like fluid-proof covers for mattresses, and covering the furniture herein with the same material was a lot cheaper than me going to the trouble of buying new furniture. And, really, it was hardly noticeable since it did indeed feel like cloth.
I was dressed in a luxurious purple robe. But with how heavily I'm hung, the halves don't really cover my junk so much as drape to either side of it. I had pulled the halves forward so even if they came around the side, they wouldn't immediately see my equipment.
But they couldn't see my lower body. They just saw my shoulders and my smile. The ladies mostly looked somewhat confused as they looked around the room. I beckoned everyone forward and spoke up in Japanese. "
Anata wa, mawari no sh
ūshū dekiru yō daremoga, no chikaku ni kimasu.
"
Everyone, come as close as you can, gather round.
The chaises made that difficult, but a woman is much smaller than a chaise so they were able to fill the circle around me. They looked at each other, some swallowing, some biting their lips. A lot of stomachs were turning, pushing upward into throats.
Some began questioning their life decisions, some began wondering what the baby would look like, some thought I looked sort of like a sumo. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could smell the subtle perfumes of all of them. I drew slow breaths, controlling the rumble deep in my balls. I could feel the burning libido in my loins, the pressure, the iron grip of my instinct to make mommies. That grip was squeezing my balls, and it wouldn't relent—especially now that their emptying was imminent.
After a couple of minutes, they'd formed a rough circle around me. They stood at the edges of the recess. Thalita and Valeska came in, their stature drawing their fair share of stares, even though the women had passed the two outside.
It probably didn't help that they were both wearing masks over their mouth and nose. With their skimpy swimsuits, they looked sort of like they'd just stepped out of Mortal Kombat. Yara appeared as well, dressed the same. Nahid was still in her bath. I wasn't sure where Mariam was. Jane wasn't there, but she didn't really care about watching. One of the reasons I hired her was specifically because she doesn't experience sexual desires and thus could conduct my operations with a clear head. Mariam wasn't as much of a minx as her mother—but I'd taken care of her more than a few times.
My nuts were boiling and pressurized. I felt a glob of jizz leak from my cock and splat on the floor. I heard a couple of gasps. I opened my eyes, saw all of them watching me. Most were dressed very plainly, as instructed. But others had ignored our suggestions and dressed in fairly nice clothing.
Ms. Shizuka entered the room, prim and proper as she'd been described. She didn't have a facemask on, but she also wouldn't be here for very long. She very politely shuffled through the crowd and bowed to me. I returned the gesture and spoke in English, "I'm pleased to finally meet you, Shizuka-san."
"And you as well, Kanayama-san. The stories precede you," she said, offering her hand. I was slightly surprised—native Japanese did not usually shake hands—but then again, Western culture was penetrating theirs as much as I was penetrating their women. Her tiny hand disappeared into my meaty paw. I squeezed it. She gave a firm shake and continued, "My colleagues have told me about your ... events. If I may make a comment, I was skeptical when I heard such a thing was even
legal
."
I chuckled. "Legally speaking, these are fertility treatments," I explained.
"That is what I'm told."
"I'm only going to need you for a short time, but please remain available," I told her. "What were you told about your role for the next two weeks?"
"I am to help with the orientation of your ... patients ... and to translate your opening remarks. Then I am to remain available if you need me during the event," she answered.
I nodded, "That's right. We don't want you getting drawn into the event itself because someone around here needs to be professional," I chuckled.
"I assure you I have the utmost self-control, Kanayama-san."
"I'm sure you do, but you haven't seen anything like what's going to happen here today," I told her. "It may sound like I'm bragging, but I will impregnate all sixty of these women and it's likely that most of this room is going to be covered in my sperm."
She shuffled slightly.
"I will be pumping them full of so much semen they won't be able to move."
She gulped.
I grinned. this was fun. "This pit will be knee-deep with my sperm, they will have to
wade
through it."
"Mr. Kanayama, I ... do not need to know the details," she said, her voice a bit breathy.
I chuckled. "Let's get going."
She nodded.
I bowed to my "guests." I held my robe closed as I turned to each side and bowed to the women around me. I spoke again in Japanese. "
Welcome, ladies. I am honored to meet you all. I am Kanayama Minoru, but you probably know me by my American name, Brod. You can call me either name. I want you all to be comfortable. I understand that this is a strange event. But my staff and I want to make it a great day for you. First, I will take off my clothes so that you can see me. Then, my employees will strip. Finally, I will ask all of you to take off your own clothes. Then we will start. Are there any questions?"
I repeated the same speech in English. Shizuka-san repeated it in Chinese.
The women all looked at each other. One stepped down. She bowed. I bowed back. She was small and was slender, but she had wide hips. Not much of an ass or tits, but I hardly cared. The woman was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "
If no one protests, I would like to go first.
"
I looked around the room. No one said anything.
"What is your name?"
"
Keiko.
Four of my friends had your children,"
she told me.
"And are they happy?"
