Desperate Future A Bulls Story

Hi everyone! I'm trying my hand at a Hucow story. I've seen that this is quite a popular fetish. Please bear with me, since I am just starting out, and still need to polish up my writing skills. All Characters are over the age of eighteen.

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I can't believe what has happened to me in the last year! If I had been told that I'd be where I am now, I'd have called them crazy. Now, I can't believe my luck, not all of it good, but most of it has been a dream come true.

Let me introduce myself. My name is John, I'm just your average guy, mid twenties, nothing to make me out to be anything special. Just another face in a crowd, so to speak, and quite content at that. That is, until the incident, or at least that's how I call it.

I was your struggling student at my local college, getting my degree in Computer Science and Network Administration when my world was completely turned around.

I remember as a kid, while still in Middle School; seeing the headlines of the day that the population was in crisis.

'THE END OF THE HUMAN RACE!!'

'EXPERTS PANIC OVER THE LACK OF FEMALE BIRTHS!'

'WE AIN'T GOT MILK!'

'DAIRY INDUSTRY GONE!'

There was only one girl born out of every twenty pregnancies; and, with the rampant overpopulation of the planet, there were no open spaces for livestock to graze. This led to a crisis that the cattle, dairy, horse, goat and sheep industries were gone.

The few spaces that were left were quickly converted to high yield modern agriculture. Mainly for vegetable and grain production; using various techniques like aquaponics, and various other methods of low impact farming.

A few years after that, once I was in High School, I learned that the decline of the female population was due to a genetic mutation, one that only three in ten thousand men could produce an "X" chromosome that would conceive a girl. Needless to say that by the time I graduated; my graduating class consisted only hormone fueled teenage boys.

Once I got to college; the whole thing was ridiculous. There were only 5 girls in the whole campus, and they were sequestered to the point that they had very little to no interaction with any male members of the student population.

I had heard my parent's version of their days at college, where there were more girls, and a lot of parties where couples could meet and hook up. Nowadays it was more like an all boys boarding school; where most parties were just sitting around drinking and playing bar games.

During my third year of college, we were subjected to a battery of medical tests as part of an initiative from the government to help identify those of us that could still produce the "X" chromosome and be able to father girls. To say these tests were embarrassing is an understatement; we were prodded, made to ejaculate into sterile containers, if I lost three pints of blood, I was lucky. All the results of these tests were kept hidden from all of us and it wasn't until after I had graduated that I received a strange letter in the mail.

It came in a Government letterhead, Department of Health and Reproductive Administration (DHRA). I had heard of this agency back when the whole decline of the female population was beginning to be noticed, and I guess it carried over to when the different countries of the world; after long years of civil unrest and the panic of becoming an all male population; decided to unite into one single entity and we now have a centralized world government.

'Dear Mr. Chase,

You have been selected to take part in a program within the HR&DRI and you an report to your local DHRA office to register and further processing.'

I kept reading the letter and my appointment was next week at the office across town.

Since I had just graduated, I didn't have a job just yet, and was debating with either starting my own consulting firm, or if I should start working at some conglomerate and start what I had planned for my life. I was taking a month off, still living at home with the parents, so I decided to go ahead and keep the appointment.

"I don't know what you're going to do." Said my mom, not hiding the worry on her face.

"It is a summon by the government," my dad interjected. "I think it has to do with the mandatory tests you had in college." Not hiding the surge of pride in his voice, but still laced with some worry.

I had a feeling he knew a bit more than he was letting on, but I decided to let it go, and made my plans to kill time for the next week, hanging out with friends, or getting into some online gaming with my college buddies.

I managed to put everything out of my mind for the next week, until the day before my appointment. I received a text message from the DHRA reminding me of the appointment, and giving me the last minute instructions on the documentation I had to have with me.

As I was getting everything ready to go, my mom was at the door to my room just watching me gather my paperwork, ID's, and other miscellaneous things I would need.

"I'm still worried about this," she said.

"Mom, this is just an interview, I really don't think you should be all worked up about this. I'm sure I'll be back before lunch." I told her, in a calm reassuring way.

"Babe, let the boy be, he's a grown man and I think he'll be just fine. Like he said, he'll probably be home by lunch, and you can ask him all about it then." My father said, backing me up.

"Thanks dad, I'll tell you guys all about it tomorrow at lunch," I said, "good night."

I couldn't really sleep that night, my mom's worried look, my dad's trepidation, and my own curiosity getting the better of me. I decided to do a little net surfing, finding some videos to watch and release some of my tension.

I found some porn videos that had my ideal type of girl in them. That being a natural redhead, with a soft curvy body; large breasts with pink nipples, a round ample ass and hips, and a shaved pussy; tight lipped with the perfect pink clit. I found a video of this dream girl masturbating, which is one of my favorite fetishes, and proceeded to jerk myself off to her. Remembering the instructions that I was to abstain from ejaculating twenty four hours before my scheduled appointment, I decided to just edge myself and try to get some sleep.

The next morning, my alarm woke me up early in the morning, and I went to get ready for the day. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone and the smell of the eggs, and sausages was wafting through the house as I made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. I was having this feeling of excitement and dread at what lay ahead of me this morning.

"Hi sweetie!" My mom greeted me as she placed a plate and a glass of juice in front of my spot at the table.

"Morning mom, morning dad." I replied, sitting down to start eating.

"I guess this is the big day, I hope that you've made your commute plans, you don't want to be late for your appointment." My dad said, in his best lecturing tone.

"Yeah dad, I actually went during the week to check out the times for the bus schedule and see if there was the option of taking the AirTrans, but the times just don't work. So, I guess I'll be taking the bus and have a little stroll through downtown." I replied.

"I hope it's going to be something quick, maybe they're offering you an internship in their IT department." Mom said, with a hopeful tone.

"I don't know mom, they were pretty vague in what they wanted to see me about." I said.

After finishing my plate, I kissed mom on the cheek thanking her for breakfast, patted dad's shoulder, saying good bye and wishing them a good day. I walked out and grabbed the bus to the center of town.

I got off the bus and started walking the four blocks to the DHRA building. After a few minutes, I was standing in front of a tall high rise that had an unassuming brass plaque in front with the address number and Department of Health and Reproductive Administration identifying sigils.

Stepping into the lobby, I went to the information desk to ask for the office I was supposed to go to. The receptionist looked at my letter, verified my information in his computer and instructed me to go to the lower level and suite 0269.

Walking through the halls, I noticed a lot of what I assumed was medical personnel, a lot of men, and a few women in lab coats. While that was nothing strange in the male to female ratios, what was interesting to see was that all the women were older; maybe in their late fifties to early sixties. All of them went around in what would have been described as a catwalk gait, you know the one where they cross their legs on every step. Also, all of them had a figure that would make a porn star jealous; wide hips swinging side to side, big breasts jiggling with every step. The one common trait on all of them, was that their impossibly large breasts would stay high on their chests, the jiggling of them spoke to a lack of a bra, but they maintained the shape and fullness of being constricted into one.

Finding the door to the suite, I announced myself to the receptionist, which took my letter, ID, and handed me a clipboard with a small questionnaire. It was the same one that I had filled out in college for the original study.

"Okay, this is not an interview for an I.T. job." I said to myself as I filled out the form.

"Mr. Chase?" A middle aged gentleman in a lab coat called out.

"Yes, sir." I answered as I stood to greet him.

Handing him the clip board, he motioned for me to follow him. We stepped into a small examination room, similar to my doctor's. I was told to strip from the waist down and make myself comfortable, and that someone would be coming in to complete my registration into the program.

After a few minutes, a knock brought me out of my thoughts and another gentleman in lab coat entered. He introduced himself as Dr. Singh with a slight accent.

"Thank you for coming Mr. Chase, we were hoping that you would be interested in our program and would agree to join it." He said, in a calming tone.

"I was curious about the letter, since it is a bit vague in what the program is and what would be expected of me. At first, I thought it was to joint the I.T. Department for the DHRA; but, now I'm not so sure." I replied.

He smiled in a knowing way, shaking his head. "I hate it that the letters have to be so vague. The truth is, you have been selected for this program because of your body's ability to be able to produce the 'X' chromosome. Something that has been in very short supply for the last few decades."

It took me about three minutes to get an idea of what he was talking about; chromosomes, vague explanations, cryptic letters, etc? Then it hit me, "This is like a breeding program? That my sperm would be used to create female embryos?" I asked, my voice getting a little louder and higher pitched in my disbelief.

"In a way," he said with the knowing smile and a slight laugh. "You see, for some reason we have had very low female birth rates, to the point that it has come to an emergency situation and to ensure our survival, we have had to take some extreme measures."

I was still processing the information that he was giving me when he went into some other details.

"Also, since the whole dairy industry has gone belly up, so to say, we have done some other research in trying to bring it back to suit the needs of the population." He continued. "The Human Reproduction and Dairy Research Institute has been experimenting with various techniques but we have found one that has the most success."

Swallowing hard, my mind filling in the details, "Are you saying that I would be donating sperm, and only the X chromosome would be used?" I asked.

Smiling once again, he continued. "In a way, you are correct; but, we have found that in vitro fertilization has not yielded the results we were looking for so the program managers have decided to use the old-fashioned method for conception."

I looked at him with a blank stare, until it finally hit me. "You mean I will be having sex with some woman to get her pregnant?" I asked, if not a little loudly.

"Yes, but it will be with more than one; once conception is done, you will still have other duties to attend to, since it is also part of the dairy program, you will be assisting in milk production." He continued.

My head was spinning at this moment, I was going to have sex with multiple women, get them pregnant and then assist in milk production, what ever that was about. On top of all that, I was going to be compensated, with room, board, and a generous salary. I kept thinking to myself that there was a catch, and sure enough there was one.

"There is just a few things that you would need to understand; the contract would be for ten years, during that time, you will be given medications that would inhibit the production of 'Y" chromosomes in your sperm," he continued. "Also, to keep up with demand, there are other supplements that will be used to enhance sperm production and stamina; which might have some physical as well as behavioral side effects."

That got my attention. "What kind of side effects are we talking about Doc?" I asked. "Am I going to sprout a third leg, an extra ear?" I joked, but still hearing the stress in my own voice.

"Nothing as radical as that," he replied. "You will just find that physically you will be larger, stronger and both your penis and scrotum would increase in size. Also, your libido would increase quite dramatically, and it will take some time to learn to control it."

Okay, that didn't sound too bad. My mind was still trying to catch up to the implications that Dr. Singh was giving me.

"If you sign the contract, it would be for a minimum of ten years. For the first year you would be sequestered to our training facility in the South Pacific, where you would undergo the medical aspects of the transformation and the psychological observation and assessment for the program. You will also begin your training for both physical stamina and mental fortitude to contain your libido as the different drugs and supplements accumulate in your system." He announced dryly.

"You mean a year in a tropical paradise where I'd be training?" I asked incredulously.

"It may look like a paradise, but it is far from it. The training is rigorous, and our candidate screening is quite selective." He added, "we can only accept the top candidates, due to the nature of the work. For the first six months of the training you will be allowed certain liberties in the facility, but after that time period, your real training would begin."

The last few words called up a yellow flag in my mind, it sounded alike an ominous warning not to be taken lightly. "It all sounds too good to be true Doctor, what are the cons if I sign the contract?" I asked.

"There are certain rules that must be followed withing the program, and you have to forego any claim on any offspring you sire. You will not have any say on who your breeding partner would be, and there are other responsibilities you will have within the program." He said in a nonchalant way, as if he was giving me a weather report. "Oh, and also, while training, you will have very limited contact with friends and family." He added as if it were an inconsequential thing.

"How limited?" I asked, "because I know that my parents would definitely be concerned if I suddenly fall off the face of the Earth, and I do have a few friends from college that would be concerned as well."

"Limited to letters at first, which would also be monitored." He replied. "As you can see, the very nature of the program is quite sensitive, and we wouldn't want the public to be misinformed of the service it provides for the whole of the world, not to mention the continuation of the human race."

"I don't know Doctor, it doesn't seem like everything is above board on this, if you know what I mean." I said, with a bit of hesitation. "It all seems well and good on one part, I know it is kind of like my duty due to the coin toss of genetics; but it seems like there's something not so black and white in the whole sales pitch you're giving me."

He looked at me in a way that made me feel a bit more at ease, since my stress levels were rising due to the information he was giving me. Reaching into the drawer at the desk, he pulled out what I assumed was the induction packet for the program.

"Here is some more information, and the contract you need to sign to get the full disclosure. After signing the contract, you will have five days to get everything in order and report back to this office for transportation to the training facility, and the beginning of your medical treatments." He said in a more professional manner than the previous conversation. "Take your time to look it over, and I'll be back once you've made up your mind."

With that, he left the room and left me to inspect the contract and the rest of the information. It all seemed pretty straight forward on the contract, and I was trying to read between the lines or the fine print. There was still this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that some things could be interpreted differently, and that there was some language that could be misconstrued, but nothing really jumped out at me as a red flag.

I looked over the information of the training facility and, what the different medical and psychological tests and/or treatments would be administered there. There were a few photos of the area close to the facility, nothing to specify the location, but enough to see that it was run as a camp, or lower level government retreat.

I read the contract once again, signed my name on the line and then I waited for the doctor to return. I hadn't been waiting more than ten minutes when the door opened again and he stepped in. I handed over the signed contract and saw a relieved smile on his face, apparently he was under instructions to get me to sign no matter what. He called the reception desk, and informed them that I would be returning in five days time for transport to the training facility.

As he was saying good bye to me, another person walked in. She was one of the statuesque older women that had passed me in the hallway as I was walking in. She had on the same white lab coat, but unlike the Doctor or any of the techs, it was open, revealing a tight red silk blouse and a black mid thigh skirt. I couldn't help but appreciate her womanly curves and the grace in which she carried herself as she entered the room. What struck me the most was her eyes, they had a naughty gleam in them, while not predatory, it still made me feel like I was the special of the day at the buffet line.

She smiled as she walked over to me, her eyes looking me over. The closer she got, the bigger the smile on her lips. I was mesmerized by the way she moved, her hips moving side to side with every step; the click clack of her heels on the tile floor, and the truly hypnotizing way her breasts would wobble in time with her steps.

Once she got close enough, I could smell her perfume, a mixture of lavender and honey mixed in with her natural pheromones. I could feel cock begin to stir under the gown as she came closer, the mixture of her perfume, pheromones, and the slightly tangy scent of her arousal hitting me all at once.

I swallowed hard as she ran her hands over my arms, gently squeezing my muscles. Giving me appreciative glances as her eyes followed the path of her hands. I involuntarily shivered as my own arousal grew feeling her delicate touch and the soft scratch of her nails as she continued her exploration down my chest.

Licking her lips in anticipation, her hands continued down until she reached my rock hard erection. Wrapping her fingers around it, she looked in my eyes letting a small sigh escape her lips. I could tell that there was excitement, and a little disappointment in her eyes as she let go.