Ben wasn't feeling too proud of himself now that you mention it. The only one of his friends to still have a sex drive, they at first just handed over all their porn stashes as a joke. But then the talk shift to getting himself tested and here he is in a hospital office getting the results. He had told the protesters outside that he was just going in for the pharmacy- but he knew better. And hell, they aren't wrong in this. Something had too be done, maybe there were better ways. He could think of any that didn't require massive mobilization of resources that they may not have anymore, but he wasn't an expert in such things either.<br/><br/>So here he was, in a rather fancy office, waiting for the paperwork to tell him that he was shooting blanks. He knew the odds, it's not like they weren't broad-casted over the news all the damn time. Maybe 2% of men still liked getting their dicks wet, he should count himself lucky for that. Every day it was getting more and more apparent that demand was far out-numbering supply. This check was to make sure he wasn't in the .1%, the one-in-a-thousand who could still impregnate. He filled out the paperwork out of boredom mostly.<br/><br/>He knew something was up the moment the other guy walked into the room. He looked much more like a lawyer then a doctor.<br/><br/>"<strong>Mr. Foster. As a duly appointed representative, I am here to inform you that your test results showed actually rather high male fertility. As such you are duly appointed a badge of office and allowed to participate in Breeding Laws.</strong>"<br/><br/><em>No way,</em>he thinks while pulling the badge from an envelope, in shock.<br/><br/>"<strong>You are reminded that there are certain conditions and exemptions to this.<br/><br/>First, if you harm the women involved too badly we reserve the ability to revoke the badge, arrest you, and put you on trial for assault.<br/>Second, if in enacting the capabilities of the badge the lives and well-beings of others is placed in too much risk the woman has the right to refuse.<br/>Third, if the woman has a signed statement of at least two medical professionals that she is completely sterile- accept her refusal but report her to the appropriate authorities in case of a future investigation.<br/>Fourth, women married to fertile men are likewise exempt- if presented such identification accept the refusal.<br/><br/>You have now been informed of the exemptions and conditions, if you could sign here please.</strong>"<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>He was just as surprised as anyone when he walked out of that office. He was fertile? That was. Whoa! The lawyer also handed him some sort of business card, Ben saw it was a web address but otherwise ignored it for now. In his pocket and forgotten. The badge was put in there too- but most certainly not forgotten. Mostly it was there just to minimize drama as he left. He was fertile! Wow!<br/><br/>Of course, now he had to deal with Breeding Laws. He did agree that something had to happen and couldn't think of anything better, but did he really want to go down that road?<br/><br/>In the end, he figured he had too- he was in too much debt to not figure out how to use this for cash somehow. Better get used to it. On the way out, he sees a nurse taking a break- undeniably beautiful- and he figures she's a good place to smart. Reading her nametag as he approaches, he tries to make as little drama as he can when he opens the badge down low.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, Daphne. Why don't you come with me? We'll find some place private.</strong>"