"I'm not quite sure where to start with my story. I don't know how this all happened, so maybe I should tell you the story from the beginning, so that you know exactly the same things as I do. Maybe then, you'll believe that I never meant to get all of those women pregnant. I never meant to leave more than 2,000 children without a father; I don't even know how I did it. Frankly, I'm still a virgin. Regardless, let's start back when I was 14.
"I think my best friend might have been the first person I got pregnant. All I know is that was right around the time that I was learning what sex was, and what felt good. Michelle -- she was a tomboyish girl in my class -- had been really good friends for almost 3 years, so it wasn't terribly uncommon for us to visit each others' houses after school. On this particular day, I had gone over to her house and we were playing out back and had managed to get ourselves as muddy as can be. She lived near a creek, and we had been sloshing through it trying to search for frogs or something. Regardless, when we got back to her house, we dried off as best we could, but much of the mud was not going to come out of our clothes. Luckily, we were both wearing shorts, otherwise it would've been worse.
"Anyway, she went in to take a shower and left me to wander about the house for a while. This wasn't terribly uncommon for us, but I had suddenly become pretty horny, as 14 year old boys do. I also had recently developed a bit of a crush on my friend, and I was very curious about girls and how they worked. So I went up to her room to look around and see if there was anything interesting to be found. I saw her dirty clothes on the floor, but a training bra and pair of panties lying on the bed. The stuff on the bed caught my attention immediately. I picked up the articles to inspect them, and discovered that the panties had a sticky wet spot on them. I was a little grossed out and figured it was creekwater, but I took a closer look anyway. A musky yet intoxicating smell filled my nostrils and made my dick spring a little in my pants.
"I sniffed the wet spot to make sure that it was what I was smelling, and it most certainly was the source. I licked it a little to see what it tasted like, and the taste was similar to the smell, but a little bit more sour. Ever the horny teenager, I decided that I wanted to rub my dick in it. I unclasped and unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the floor before pulling my prick through the hole in my boxers. I was already super hard, and the feeling of the slick panties was exquisite. Within 10 seconds, I knew I was going to blow. Rather than spilling it all over the floor and making a mess, I shoved the wet spot on the panties against the tip of my dick and came full force into them.
"When I was done, I heard her turn the shower off. Fearing being caught, I looked down at the panties. The gusset was covered in my spend, much messier than they were before. Realizing that this would certainly be noticed, I wiped them on my boxers (only about half actually came off) and simply threw the panties and training bra back where I found them. I re-dressed myself and left the room, heading back downstairs. I heard Michelle exit the bathroom and return to her room. I was afraid she would realize what I had done, and would scream bloody murder at me. After a few minutes of hearing her move about her room, I heard her door open, and she told me to come upstairs. I knew I'd been found out. My heart pounding in my chest, I walked up the stairs and got to her room.
"Her dirty clothes were still on the floor, but there was no sign of her bra or panties on the bed. Bracing myself for what was to come, I stood still in her doorway. She asked me what I was waiting for, and that I didn't need to be afraid to come in. Frankly, she just wanted to play a board game with me. I realized that I had gotten away with it, and loosened up finally.
"It wasn't until a few months later that she didn't show up to school for a week or so, so I decided to stop by her house. Her mom met me at the door and scowled at me. She said something like "It was you, wasn't it? You ruined our poor girl!" I didn't know what to say; she'd never acted this way before, so I ran. I waited for the next day and went over to her house directly after school before her parents got home. Michelle told me that she was pregnant, but she didn't know how or why. Neither of us really knew girls got pregnant, anyhow.
"It wasn't until later in the year, during sex ed, that they taught us about pregnancy and how it happened. I was shocked to learn that what I had left on her panties could've done that to her. I snuck back over to her house to confess after school on that day -- her parents still weren't letting any boys over the house. I told her what I did, and she got angry at me. She and I didn't talk after that. When she finally had her baby, it was put up for adoption. She returned to school, but a year behind now. A few months into the school year, it was clear she was pregnant again. This time she had an abortion, but a few months later, she found herself pregnant again. Her parents disowned her, and she left school for good. I haven't seen her since.
"I had no idea how she could be continuing to get pregnant, but I figured that she was sexually active now, and thought almost nothing of it. All of the other girls at school had called her a slut and a whore, but I just felt bad for her. I felt sorry that I had started her down this horrible path. It wasn't until I was 19, when I found her again, that I learned the full story. She was living with her girlfriend by then (turns out she didn't even like guys), and told me that she kept getting pregnant and needing abortions after that first pregnancy. She was sorry that she had ever blamed me, because it seemed like she was just getting pregnant over and over without outside intervention. After her second abortion, she got on birth control, and she said that mostly did the trick. She said that she managed to get pregnant one more time not quite a year after starting birth control, but she thought it was because she forgot a pill or two. That's how she and her lover now had a child now, and are living happily with a son that they both love dearly.
"About two years after Michelle got pregnant the first time is when the reports started coming out of women claiming to have gotten pregnant without having sex. First it was a handful of girls who lived by the beach near me. More and more women started claiming the same thing, though, and from further and further away. By the time I was 17, they were calling it an epidemic. Somehow, there was something that kept getting unwitting women and teenage girls pregnant. It seemed to mostly be happening near the eastern coast of the United States, but it slowly spread further until it started happening to women on the western shores of Europe. Then it moved inland, and people in the midwest states started getting pregnant without cause.
"When I was 18, the president of the United States called for counter-measures in his State of the Union. He said that more than 500 women in the US had been affected, and that the cause seemed to be going to beaches on the east coast. He called for the country to shut down its east-coast beaches and strongly suggested that anyone planning to go to the beach not do so. Within a year, it was clear that this was not sufficient. More and more women away from the coast were being affected. Then, someone leaked that the government had found trace amounts of human sperm floating in the ocean in a study conducted the year before. The internet went wild with the accusations, but the scientific community was quick to squash the buzz, making it clear that sperm couldn't live any length of time in the harsh, saline conditions of the ocean.
"This was around the same time as I went off to college. There was one night that my girlfriend at the time and I decided to go skinny dipping in the school pool (we certainly hadn't had sex, but we had fooled around once before). Long story short, she gave me a handjob in the pool that night, and I shot a huge wad right into the water. The girlfriend and I didn't stick together much longer after that, but that's not terribly relevant. The crazy part was that girls from campus started popping up pregnant left and right shortly thereafter (including the girlfriend involved). The school was freaking out about how this could be happening, but they had no answers.
"Here we are, a year later. I sit here, accused of knowingly and maliciously impregnating over 2,000 women, and yet I have no idea how I even could have. What, exactly, could I possibly have done to knock up so many women?"
The man sitting before me, wearing a black suit, dark shades, and with a coiled wire running from his ear down into his collar, finally stood up. Wordlessly, he started walking for the door. I yelled at him, "Hey! What are you doing? I just told you what you wanted to hear, now at least take these cuffs off of me!" I rattled the metal rings around my wrists against the table. He simply left the room and closed the door. I dropped my head for a minute. Then I looked up and stared at myself in the mirror before me. It was obviously a one-way mirror, as this was certainly an interrogation room. The part that freaked me out was that I had no clue how I got here, and hardly anyone had said anything to me since I arrived. One night, I went to sleep, then I awoke cuffed to this table with a man wearing black, looking like a secret service agent, sitting across from me.
So that brings us to the present.
Me. Here. Locked to a table. No one in sight and frightened to death. Not even sure what these people want from me.