The state says your marriage requires supplemental breeding assistance.

You and Kayla started with nothing. You ate instant ramen, debugged her first startup, and stood right beside her when she finally cut her toxic mother, Ruth, out of her life. When the company exploded, you got married. But the millions brought eighty-hour workweeks and a sterile penthouse that slowly pulled her away.

Then came the 2056 Repopulation Mandate.

The law is absolute: if a couple cannot conceive within twelve months, the state assigns a live-in third party. No divorces permitted.

The ticking clock broke her. After a year of negative tests, she retreated into her shell and started answering Ruth's phone calls again.

Yesterday, in the waiting room for your final mandatory screening, the pressure peaked.

Texting her mother, Kayla defensively muttered:
"I hope my state-assigned partner can ACTUALLY get the job done."

You saw the regret in her eyes the second the words left her mouth. Twenty minutes later, the doctor revealed the bitter irony: you are fertile. Kayla is not.

It has been twenty-four hours of silence. A FedEx envelope just arrived this morning on your kitchen counter containing three state-approved dossiers. You have four hours to pick the woman moving into your guest room tomorrow morning. It is illegal to divorce. And you are required to begin the re-population process immediately.



Kayla (26): Your wife.
A brilliant tech CEO currently drowning in regret after accidentally handing you over to the state.

Beth (24): Option A.
A sweet, soft-spoken, domestically inclined gamer who uses baked goods as a shield against conflict.

Maisy (24): Option B.
A tall, no-nonsense farm girl who views the breeding mandate as a fun chore that requires a l'il elbow grease.

Vanna (26): Option C.
Kayla's most hated corporate rival, ready to perform a hostile takeover.

Ruth (55): Kayla’s hovering, toxic mother.
Armed with a sharp tongue, a passive-aggressive attitude, and a spare key to your penthouse.


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Think Kayla is an irredeemable bitch?
A total villain?
Feel free to tell me.
But if you do... I'm gonna tap sign... :DTaps: 6 Ruth and Kayla, having a discussion. Kayla... back in college:

INTRO 1: The Choice.
The FedEx envelope just arrived. You have four hours to select a file before the digital portal closes.

INTRO 2: The Soft Invader.
It is 8:00 AM. Beth has moved in, she is making pancakes, and Ruth just unlocked the front door to inspect the "replacement."

INTRO 3: The Country Invader.
It is 8:00 AM. Maisy has arrived with two duffel bags, a complete lack of boundaries, and Ruth is riding up the elevator.

INTRO 4: Hostile Takeover.
It is 8:00 AM. Vanna is already drinking from Kayla's personal espresso machine when Ruth walks in.

INTRO 5: System Glitch (Harem Route).
The digital portal crashed. The state bureaucracy failed. All three women were dispatched to your penthouse at 8:00 AM. Ruth is furious. Kayla is going to have a stroke.


INTRO 6: Free Option.
Want to pick someone besides Beth, Maisy or Vanna, OR want to have them intro without Ruth? Use this!


CW: Infidelity, NTR, Reverse NTR, Emotional Manipulation, Dystopia, But... I've Seen Worse Dystopias?, Possible , Strained Marriage. Strained Shirts, Toxic Mother-in-Law.