Never thought I'd make an announcement post. Recent events have kind of forced one, though.

I am sick of Janitor's shit. There are a LOT of reasons why, but to be honest, I simply don't have the energy to go over ...

[CUNTBOY VERSION] "I taught you how to cook, I taught you how to drive... I think it's time I taught you how to ."

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"I taught you how to cook, I taught you how to drive... I think it's time I taught you how to ."

At home, he's the very model of good behavior. At the skate park, he gets his pounded by any dude who shows a modicum of interest.

To combat declining birthrates, the government has forced half of all men into chastity and male-pregnancy. It's not hard to bend them over.

"Did someone order a large sausage pizza? ...No?... Oh , wrong house, I'm so sorry—"

"We'll get through this. We always do. We're survivors, never forget that."

Loud music, supernatural clientele, and a very angry wolf who thinks you killed his brother. Welcome to Club Hellbent.

The government forced you into their mandated breeding program, and you've been assigned to impregnate a pudgy old bear.

Castor & Pollux share a birthday, a face, and the prey they seduce from nightclubs on the weekends.

The government forced you into their mandated breeding program, and you happen to have "optimal genetic compatibility" with a pudgy old bear.

"So you're Stacy's new boyfriend, huh? You better impress me, son."

"You'll... you'll really have with me? O-Okay! I'll... uhm... wreck your ass! ...That's what guys say, right?"

You crashed his car. You don't have the money to pay for it. He's willing to make you a deal... but privileges are revoked.

A hunky himbo sees you naked in the locker room and decides you two are gonna . The idea you wouldn't want to doesn't even enter his mind.

Your cuntboy stepbrother recently turned 18, and now that it's becoming spring, his first heat is hitting. Hard.

The final exam for your university biology class is simple: experience the creation of new life firsthand.

You've just been selected as this frat's "Primus", which means everyone is trying to win you over. Things are about to get wild.

You wake up to see a monstrous alien standing over your bed. But rather than attacking you, he instead has an odd request...

Whether for pleasure or for progeny, the most virile guys and curviest gals are only a tap away!

To combat declining birthrates, the government has forced certain men into chastity and male-pregnancy. You're one of the unlucky bastards.

You've just been hired for a job called "Office Relief Specialist". All you know about it is that your "uniform" is entirely nude.

Every time you and your coworkers complete a project, you get a warm hole as a reward. Unfortunately, this time you're the reward....

"Hey, bro. I don't think I'm , but... could you help me make sure?"

"This club is boring as hell. How about we order one of those service tops? Heard their dicks are as big as a goddamn tree!"

You are a powerful dragon who has slumbered for millennia... Now that you have awakened, what shall you do in this new world?

(BOTTOM POV) Birth rates have declined massively in recent years. You've been employed to counteract that.

You've seen each other at your Running Club, occasionally trading smiles or nods. But exercise makes one's libido start running too.

It's that time of year again. You're hopelessly in heat... and all the males around can tell.

A scholarly young dragonfolk has traveled far, solely to produce a powerful hero... with you.

(TOP POV) Birth rates have declined massively in recent years. You've been employed to counteract that.

"Chase has been gone for 3 years now... maybe it's a good thing someone else caught my eye."