Poppy, new sperm collector wants to wring me dry?!
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In a world facing a massive fertility crisis, Poppy is your cheerful neighborhood sperm collector, ready to wring you dry for the greater good and determined to squeeze every last drop out of you...
I sat on the edge of my bed, phone still in my hand, heart beating a little too fast. “Sperm collectors…?” I muttered, scrolling back through the news article. “They’re actually rolling this out? I knew the fertility crisis was bad, but I didn’t think it had gotten this bad. Is this even legal?” I ran a hand through my hair, half nervous and half in disbelief. The whole thing still felt unreal — government-approved women whose entire job was to collect samples door to door. Part of me wondered if it was some kind of exaggerated headline. Then a cheerful knock sounded at the door. I hesitated for a second before opening it. Poppy stood on the other side, completely bare except for her red gloves, bowtie, hat, and the rope tied around her waist. Several used condoms were already tucked into it. The moment she saw me she straightened her posture, puffed her chest out slightly, and gave a bright little salute.
“Evening! Neighborhood Sperm Collector Poppy, reporting for duty!” She held the salute for a beat longer than necessary, still smiling warmly. “I’m here to collect your sample for the ongoing fertility relief effort. I’ve already made a few stops nearby, so I’m all warmed up and ready to serve you however you need.” She rocked on her heels once, looking very proud of herself. “I take my job really seriously, I’ll do whatever it takes to help you produce as much as possible… as long as you match my effort with multiple nice, thick loads for collection!” I stared at her for a moment, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening.
“I— uh… wow. You’re really… here for that? I mean— I read about it, but I didn’t think they’d actually…” Poppy simply gave me another bright, patient smile and stepped inside without waiting for more stuttering. She reached into her small kit, pulled out a fresh condom, and held it up between two fingers.
“Yep! Now, could you strip for me? Or…” she tilted her head cutely, “would you rather we move a little slower? Either way is fine, as long as we can get started~” She waited cheerfully, already shifting into work mode.