Ever since the declining global population rate reached critical levels, governments and institutions around the world have worked night and day to come up with solutions that would ensure the continuation and survival of the human race. It was a pressing, near cataclysmic issue, if not dealt with in time, and was treated as such by all the governing bodies, leading to unprecedented international cooperation between world powers. Can you believe it? Governments actually getting off their asses and doing something? I could hardly wrap my head around it.

Either way, yesterday morning, with a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal floating in lukewarm milk in front of me, I sat myself down in front of the TV, in nothing more than my worn, cotton boxers, eager to hear the scheduled world-wide report highlighting what the proposed solution would be. I had little hope in our historically useless incumbents, but if everyone was going to watch this like social media has been saying, I didn’t want to be the one to miss out. 

Unoptimistic, I turned on the TV to the worldNet News channel, a countdown timer reading “3:21… 3:20…” flashing up on the screen, with a ruby, red background. Great, more waiting, I sighed. It wasn’t long before the timer finally subsided down to “0:00”, a female news reporter appearing on the screen, sat at a reporting desk center-frame, such that everything under her waist was blocked by the table, but everything above was visible.

Shit. They really want people to pay attention, I guessed, as I took in the sight of the abnormally attractive news reporter. She had broadly Southeast Asian, perhaps Vietnamese, features, with wheatish-toned skin, long jet-black hair tied into a professional yet very sexy bun. Thick, rectangular, black glasses hugged the sides of her prim, almond shaped face. Just my type, what are the chances? 

More importantly, her business casual blue-dress shirt was seemingly going to burst at its seams, the pressure, unsurprisingly, coming from the woman's enormous, round bust, unbefitting of her otherwise lithe frame, a practiced smile plastered on the woman’s face. Jesus… they were at least 36E, and perky to boot. Even without any cleavage showing, it was a hard to beat sight for a guy like me, who appreciated a mature, vixen charm, my imagination having now run a little wild. Well worldNet… you have both of my head’s attention, damn it, I said with a self deprecating chuckle.

Even with my now increased, undivided focus, nothing could have prepared me for what I was going to hear in the broadcast.

“Good morning everyone, thank you for tuning into the worldNet. For those who are up watching at 2 or 3 A.M., we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your commitment." The woman’s uniform, British accent, rang out.

“Get on with it…” I grumbled, chowing down on my slightly soggy cereal. It always tasted worse after I picked out and ate all the marshmallow bits, like a dumbass.

“I’m sure everyone is aware of the situation we, as humanity, find ourselves in. If we are to deal with the declining reproduction rate, it will have to be a vested, global, effort, requiring the help of everyone. We can not afford to leave any stone unturned. On that note, our respective government’s have provided a prime example of this global effort, having cooperated and worked together tirelessly to get this plan to you all. We sincerely hope that you, the people, will also reflect this cooperation in this group effort. Without further ado, I am proud to announce ‘Project Resurgence’.” the woman declared, a dramatic pause emphasizing the gravitas of her claims as she straightened her back, her breasts threatening to spill out for the world to see.

I only realized later that she wasn’t exaggerating. Human society, after today, would not remain as we knew it.

“Please be seated for the duration of our explanation of Project Resurgence. The effort will occur in three parts, the first of which has already been completed and phased out, with the creation of the GRII, the Global Reproduction Initiative Institute, which will be the inter-governmental body responsible for seeing through phases two and three of the project. You all, at home, will be responsible for phases two and three, and it is imperative you listen closely as your cooperation and compliance isn’t a choice but a responsibility if we are to escape our bleak fate.”

It sounds like they’re not playing around here, I realized, sitting up and making sure not to miss a single detail, lest I doom myself. What the hell have they come up with?

“Phase two has been titled ‘Screening and Matching’, and Phase three has been titled ‘Breeding Optimization’. Starting tomorrow, we will begin phase two, where everyone above the age of 18 and under the age of 40 will report to your closest, newly constructed, GRII screening facility, where every one of you will undergo both mental interviewing and… physio-sexual examination and testing…  to create your ‘breeding profile’. Men will undergo fetish profiling, penis examination, penis measuring, sexual stimulation resistance, and sperm quality assessments. Women will undergo breeding willingness, ovary tensile strengthening, fertility processing, and egg quality assessments.”

“What the fu–” I began, before being interrupted by the unrelenting broadcast.

“Your data will be used to cross-tabulate compatibility with someone of the opposite gender who best matches your breeding profile, who in phase three, you will be responsible for procreating with. Again, this is not a choice, this is a mandatory service to the world, should you wish to retain citizenship in your country of residence. We understand if this is a bombshell for many of you, but this is the plan of action we have universally decided on and fully weighed the pros and cons of. For some of you, this will be different from anything you are used to. For some of you, this may even be scary… but for others, it may even be a… pleasant surprise.” the woman said with a seductive yet executive tone, as she pushed her frames up her nose.

“Thank you for tuning in. Check your emails for the appointment information of the phase two inspections that you all will undergo, tomorrow. Thank you for your time. Godspeed.”

The reporter was now gone, the screen now being replaced with the words “recording available online.”. I turned the TV off, sitting there in silence, in introspective thought as I tried to process the information just dumped onto me and everyone else in the world. Mandatory breeding? Compatibility testing? And did she say physio-sexual examination for anyone and everyone? 

“That… this…” My cock twitched in excitement, my wild mind working overtime at predicting what tomorrow would hold, “... sounds incredible.” 

Tomorrow could not have come soon enough, I thought, waking up. I had a hard time resting at night, anticipation for today’s events coursing through my body. Getting ready in a hurry, I exited the dormitory where I resided, before taking the metro-train to the nearest, what did they call it… GRII screening facility? 

Once inside the building, I found myself in an empty facility waiting room. Was I really the first one to come? Seriously, what are the fucking chances? I know I was excited… but this? Maybe 6 A.M. was too early, fuck. Ryan you dumb ass, you let your head down there make decisions for head up here, why the fuck would they be open at six in the mor–

“Hello! I take it you are here for your phase two screening?” A feminine voice sounded out from behind me.

Bingo.

I turned around to face the voice. I stared down at the short ebony woman in front of me. I stood at a lengthy 6’ 3 tall, so most people were short to me, but the woman could not have been more than 5’ 2.

“Yes, I am!” I replied, eagerly, pleasantly surprised that I hadn’t been a complete troglodyte and that the facility was actually open, this early. “Would you be able to guide me to where I could have it done?”

“Absolutely young man. One of our trained inspectors will take great care of you. You have no idea how much work it was to train so many of them without the general populace finding out, but now we can finally see the fruits of the GRII’s global efforts coming to fruition…” the woman trailed off. “Would you like a male provider or a fem–”

“FEMALE!” I blurted out with a loud, booming voice. “Oops… I apologize. This is still all super new to me so please excuse my behavior. I would prefer a female inspector please, ma’am.” I said, bringing down my tone. At Least she asked, I thought to myself. If it was a guy touching and toying with my junk I wouldn’t have been able to get it up for the full inspection… It’s great that they planned for and are considerate of all sexualities, however. How thoughtful.

“Come right this way then, son. One of our inspectors will be with you shortly to take you through the mental and physical screening. Don’t have too much fun now,” the woman said, with a wink.

I was led into a clean, comfortable room, where I awaited my inspector. Any day now Ryan, any day now. When the inspector finally walked in, I looked her up and down. Oh yeah. This was going to be memorable. The GRII knows what they’re doing. All hail the government, I joked, shamelessly switching up on my distrust of the institutions that held power over me. It’s okay to be shallow, just for today, right?

The inspector was stunning. She stood at about 5’ 10, very tall for a girl compared to the average female height in the US, and looked to be in her late 20s. It wasn’t often I spoke to a girl that I didn’t have to crane my neck completely downwards to talk to. She had short, neck length hair, styled in a bob-cut. She was brunette as well, which got my attention as soon as she walked in. She sported a lab coat and medical garments, which did little to hide her bust and behind. Sure, her tits weren’t as big as the news reporters but they weren’t far behind, and this time, I had some cleavage to feast my eyes on, revealing her pale white skin. What stole the show was her shapely waist and ass, as I could see it spilling out of her medical undergarments, even from the front. 

I was metaphorically drooling in my mind. Where the fuck were these girls spawning from? Maybe this city ain’t so bad after all… focus Ryan.

She had small, petite, caucasian facial features, and petite cherry lips and dotted freckles that contributed to a cute vibe that contrasted her starlet body. It was like warm hot chocolate fudge on cold vanilla ice cream. Fully harmonious? Maybe not. Fucking delicious? Absolutely.

“Hi! I’m Amanda, I’ll be your screening inspector today. Could I have your name and age, please?”

Fuck me. Her voice had an ever so slight rasp. Just what got me going. Was this planned? I knew it wasn’t, but the lining up of preferences seemed too good to be true. I prayed a silent prayer in thanks to the gods I had forsaken in my atheism before refocusing on her words.

“Hi, Amanda. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here so early, thanks for accommodating me. My name is Ryan, I’m 20, I’m a junior down at the polytechnic college about 15 minutes from here.”

“Nice to meet you Ryan. Obviously you watched the broadcast yesterday, or you wouldn’t be here, so you should be up to date with the details of Project Resurgence, our part in it, and the wider global motivations. I’m sure some of this might be jarring to you, but your cooperation is very appreciated and crucial to Project Resurgence’s success.”

“You’re too kind, Amanda. I’m not scared or apprehensive at all, and your words put me at even more ease. Believe me…” I trailed off, thinking about my multiple year dry spell of fulfilling sexual encounters leading up to today, “... this is somewhat of a dream come true for me… for more reasons than one.”

“That is great to hear. Now, since you know what phase two entails, I won’t mince words. We will have to be professional for the duration of the inspection… but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun.” Amanda said, with a smile. “My job is to accommodate you and make the process as seamless and comfortable for you as possible… whatever that means for you.” She said, with a suggestive tone.

Now this. This was something I could get behind.

“Lead the way Amanda. Will we start with the mental screening or physical test first?” I asked, hoping she said physical.

“We will begin with the mental, Ryan. Before we move onto the physical testing, we need to see where your head is, sexually speaking, since that will be the foundation for your place in Project Resurgence. I’ll be asking you some questions, please do your utmost to answer truthfully and in as much detail as you feel comfortable sharing.”

“First, are there any fetishes you feel pertinent to share? The more you do, the more accurate and compatible a match you will get for phase three. I’m an open book, trained for exactly this, so don’t be afraid of making me uncomfortable.”

“Well… there are a couple things.” I said, as I noticed Amanda take the cap off a black pen she pulled out of her chest pocket, beginning to write on her notepad. “I have a huge balls worship fetish, where the girl I am with shows particular attention to my ballsack and testes, taking them in her mouth, allowing it to rest on her forehead, plus the fact that they produce sperm, as I do also have a huge facial, and overall thick, cumshot fetish…” I said, opening up to Amanda as she diligently noted down my words in succinct, professional bullet points, nodding here and there as she highlighted what she found particularly striking or important. “I am also obsessed with the idea of mutual love for breeding and impregnation, alongside slow, teaseful edging to make the process one that builds to an explosive orgasm, even if it takes more time to do so.”

“Thank you for sharing, Ryan. That was great. I love the detail you included and how you included your specific perspectives, it will make phase three that much more fulfilling for you when we find the right girl to match you to. Plus, my boss will love how much detail I’m getting from this, it will really help substantiate the GRII’s fledgling database. Now, a bit more specific… if you had the choice between a virgin and a girl experienced in sex with multiple prior sexual partners, who would you pick?”

“I think I would go for the virgin. Something about being someone’s first, especially with my aforementioned cum fixation, strikes my fancy, especially if I can make her first time special and comfortable. That would be an amazing experience for me.”The interview continued, Amanda profiling my sexual interests, preferences, sexual history, perspectives on the world’s breeding issues, and other inquiries to iron out the kinks in my profile. During it, I felt a rising feeling in me, aware of the physical that would soon follow. Patience Ryan, patience.

Amanda, the mental screening now concluded, seemed satisfied as she recapped her pen and put away her notepad. 

“Thank you Ryan. A stellar performance from you!” She joked, evidently happy at my willingness and thorough responses. “Now, I suppose I should reward you with that physical examination you have been so obviously looking forward to…” she trailed off.

I guess I did a worse job of hiding my intent than I thought. Who could blame me for staring at her? How was I supposed to know she could tell the difference between me staring at her face and staring at her tits and ass? Well, in hindsight, she was quite tall so maintaining eye contact wouldn’t have necessarily required me looking down as far as I did but who cared. Amanda didn’t mind at all.

Amanda got up from her chair facing me and walked to the inspecting bad I was sat on.

“Take off your pants. First, I’ll measure your flaccid length and flaccid girth, and baseline characteristics of your penis, such as circumcision status, complexion, ballsack properties, and level of grooming. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and something tells me I won’t have long to measure it before you are erect so this specific part will be quick either way. Then, I’ll measure your erect length, erect girth, shaft shape and curvature, tip shape, veinage, and other pertinent properties. Finally, we will lead into the sperm quality assessment, so make sure not to blow before instructed, okay Ryan?”

It was music to my ears. Everything I wanted, and potentially, more. From a smoking hot inspector too. An imaginary tear of joy ran down my cheek.

“Let’s get the show on the road then, Amanda.” I pulled off my pants, revealing my flaccid penis, a timer starting before the reality of the situation caused it to grow and throw off the measurements.

Amanda didn’t waste a second, taking the measuring tape already in her hand close to my penis. She lifted it up with her gloved left hand and laid the tape against my shaft with her right, the sensation confirming my excitement and joy at the occasion. 

“Let’s see then… about just under two inches long… and… right around three and a half inches in girth. You’re doing great so far, Ryan, thank you for maintaining flaccid stature, I know it may be difficult.” Amanda put away the tape, before noting down the measurements. “Now then, the color is a peachy tan, you are cut and the doc seems to have done a good job, as your frenulum glan is perfectly intact and I don’t see any visible scarring. Fully groomed, down to the hair, from your groin to your shaft, indicating you shaved either last night or this morning, and your balls seem quite plump, your sack sitting primly at the bottom of your shaft. Noted, noted, and… noted.”

Amanda’s hands, despite moving just in measuring and professional intent, for now at least, still awoke something in me. I was losing the fight in keeping flaccid, but thankfully, the baseline was taken, and I no longer had to.

“Now, we’ll move on to the erect measurements. I don’t anticipate you’ll need any help…” Amanda said, feeling my slowly growing shaft in her left hand, “But I suppose you deserve some recompense for being the perfect inspectee so far and making my job so easy.” Amanda said, with a barely noticeable lick of her lips.

Amanda released my penis from her left hand before unbuttoning the top 3 buttons of her stereotypically medical green top, before reaching in and pulling out, first her left breast then her right, revealing her cleavage in its entirety as her boobs took up my entire vision. Supple. Just slightly saggy, indicating how fun they would be to grip and play with. Ghost pink nipples that nearly blended in with her skin and a small easter pink areola patch, two beauty marks framing her bust, one just under her left breast’s areola and one on the plump inner-middle side of her right breast. The sight was too much for me to handle, as I obliged with Amanda’s instructions, growing to fully erect with barely any effort.

Embarrassing, damn. But fuck it if I cared.

“So fast! You’re just a bag full of surprises Ryan. I take it you're enjoying my body?”

“Without a doubt Amanda. It’s… perfect. Seriously, thank you.”

“You flatter me Ryan. Now, continuing on.” Amanda reached again for the measuring tape, bringing it to my now throbbing, fully erect penis. “It’s at… five and a half inches long… and…” she wrapped the measuring tape around my erect shaft as she revealed a positively surprised expression, “just under six inches in girth! I was not expecting you to be quite this thick, Ryan, considering your flaccid measurements. You are a grower, not a shower, that’s for sure.” She said, releasing my penis.

Amanda kneeled down to her knees to get a seriously up-close look at my cock. Her face. Her mouth, less than a foot away from my cock… fuck, I was going to lose it.

“A straight shaft with no curve left or right but a subtle cowlick upwards as you reach your shaft corona and the flare of your plump, fat, helmet-shaped tip. Tip has a bubblegum pink complexion, contrasting with the rest of your shaft, with ample veinage on your shaft and a particularly thick vein on the left side of your shaft, contributing to its aesthetic appeal” Amanda commented, mere inches from my penis as she noted onto her notepad, without even looking down at it.

The sensation was too much for me to handle. Her proximity to my member. Her revealed, perfect tits, on her frame. Her hair that I wish I could pull on with both hands as I thrusted my cock deep into her throat and fucked it mercilessly. The image and fantasy was too much to handle.

Amanda reached for my penis to get a better look at my ballsack and at the first touch, our story was decided, as I came, unleashing a torrent of cum. To hell with the screening. I’m sorry Amanda! I couldn’t hold it in, please don’t hold this against me! I thought to myself, caught in the overwhelming pleasure and sensation of unloading a sperm dumping I had kept inside me for so long.

It was a sight to see.

Thick, goopy, fertile, pungent, white cum sprayed everywhere, dousing Amanda’s face as she exclaimed in surprise.

“Ryan! What the fu–” she was interrupted with two thick ropes that hit her forehead, running down her cheeks, as I continued to release ropes of my semen, covering her nose, lips, and chin, the runover flowing from her face onto her exposed rack, blending in with her pale tits, only visible in contrast with her areolas.

I was spent. I realized what I had done.

“Amanda! I am SO SO sor–” Before I could finish, I was interrupted by Amanda, who sat their, kneeled, in a daze, as she grabbed my right hand stopping me from finishing my sentence, seemingly saying no to my apology.

We stood there in a spent, sensual, silence, Amanda unmoving as the cum from my now fully unloaded cock ran down her face and body. She removed the cum from her eyes with her right hand, before blinking a few times, making eye contact with me. I felt a jolt in my heart from her gaze.

“Don’t fucking apologize, Ryan.” She said, taking the right hand she used to remove the cum from her eyelids and put it in her mouth, as she cleaned her fingers. The sight was too much to handle.

“Amanda, wha-”

“I said don’t fucking apologize.” She flashed a smile, the evidence of the cum glazing still present on her face. I was simultaneously confused, spent, fulfilled, and in ecstasy at the sight.

“Cum. Cum so fertile. So virile. So thick. The GRII… Ryan… you… you are special. They are going to die for this. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Amanda exclaimed, shattering my expectations of where my unannounced act of passion would lead me. “My hope for Project Resurgence is higher than ever. Thank you, sincerely. You will be of great service to humanity. Allow me to clean up then follow me, we must speak with the director.” Amanda said.

Oh dear, I thought, with an internal laugh.

Ryan.

What have you got yourself into now?