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## Boy breeding chronicles 2 
Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2022 19:20:15 +0000 From: throwaway11791 <throwaway11791@protonmail.com> Subject: Boy Breeding Chronicles - Chapter 2

Hey men. Welcome back to another installment in the Boy Breeding Chronciles. This one picks up where the last one left off --a handsome, hung father was given the choice by the authoritarian government: Breed your son at home, or send the little cock slut to a breeding camp.

After this chapter, I'll be focusing on some other characters and aspects of this universe, but I'll come back to this family --because there's quite a cliffhanger!

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Now, get your cock out and get ready to read more about this twisted, wild world.

Less than a week passed after that strange night at the elementary school before I got the dreadful notification on my phone.

I knew it was coming --the counsellor had told me that in a few days, once my son's case file had been processed by the at-home breeding committees, the app would alert me that it was time to begin the process.

"it's all designed this way so you have total control over your son's upcoming breeding," he insisted.

But at that moment, when I felt my phone buzz in an unfamiliar rhythm, my life never felt more out of control.

I put my hand in my pocket and hold my phone for a moment. I don't want to open it up --I know as soon as I do, it will put everything in motion and I won't be able to stop it until...

But I also remember the warning. If I didn't open the app, didn't "take control," as he put it, then decisions would be made for me. "And trust me," the counsellor had said. "You definitely want to have some say in these important decisions in your son's development."

Looking around, I think my best bet is to get out of the busy office space and head to the bathroom. I work in a stuffy high-rise, with cubicles as far as the eye can see, and the bathrooms are similarly enormous and drab. So I take one of the stalls all the way at the back, and sitting on the toilet, steeled myself to look at my phone.

As soon as the lock screen appears, I know my suspicions were right. There's a notification that reads, "Congratulations! Your child is ready for breeding. Please open the app to begin. (15 minutes remaining.)" And alongside this friendly text was an icon I'd seen before from some of the government materials that were splashed across posters and TV commercials: A pink square with a white sperm swimming in the middle, a cartoonish face on it staring at me. It reminded me of that stupid paperclip that used to be on old Word documents --only this little cartoon shit was much, much more sinister.

My phone buzzes again in my hand. "4 minutes remaining." Fuck, I'd been staring at this screen for 9 minutes without even realizing it! The timer is making me anxious --what happens if I didn't tap in time?

I raise my hand, seeing it shake as I finally lower my thumb down into the notification. It instantly opens up, that same recognizable fleshy pink color fills my entire screen, and the little cartoon sperm fills my scream.

I nearly drop my phone when the cartoon says, "Hello there! My name is Seedy the Sperm! Thanks for opening the HomeBreederz app, and for doing your part to --"

I quickly turn down the volume on the phone, thanking my lucky stars that I didn't see anyone else in this bathroom when I came in here. I fish in my work pants pocket to pull out my Bluetooth headphones and pop them in my ears.

" --difficult time for both fathers and sons," the cartoon voice is saying when the headphones connect. "That's why I'm here to help! I'm going to start with a few questions to help you and your son get started with his first breeding process. Ready to begin?"

I'm far from ready, but the timer in the upper right corner makes this "friendly" cartoon's question feel more like a threat. I'm down to 13:45, and since I have no idea how long the app "setup" takes, I feel compelled to tap "Continue." I note that it's the only option on the screen --no "Go Back" or "Cancel" or "Please Don't Make Me Do This."

"Great!" the voice chirps. "First, I'm going to show you around the app."

A number of small icons appear at the bottom of the screen. The first one is highlighted in a slightly different shade of pink --a small calendar with a flame icon on it.

"First, let's take a look at your sons Heat Calendar. Our government scientists have carefully analyzed your sons Breedability Profile to determine the best times of day, month, and year he'll be in heat. If you don't know what that means, don't worry --you'll find out soon enough! For now, let's tap on the icon and check out your son's calendar."

I tap my shaky finger on the calendar icon, and sure enough, up pops a monthly calendar for this month. It's white and pink, like the rest of the app, but I notice that on many --no, most of the days, there's a little flame icon.

"Wow!" chimes the cheerful little sperm. "We have one horny kid here! Looks like your son is in heat a lot. You can view his Heat Calendar by month like this, or you can tap on a day to see what hours your son will be in heat. It looks like your son is in heat today. Let's look at his hours."

My stomach sinks and I shift uncomfortably on the toilet seat. What the fuck is this app talking about? In heat? My son's a child, not a dog. And how would the app or those stupid scientists know anything about my boy?

There's no one to argue with, and Seedy is just blinking at me as he waits patiently. Eventually I tap on today's date, and it pulls up a clock.

"We have a night-time breeding! Looks like your son is going into heat at 9:25 tonight. He might be up past his bed time!" Seedy says with a chuckle.

"Fuck you," I mutter to Seedy. "You don't know shit about my son's breeding cycles or whatever.

My heart skips a beat when I see the clock has a pink section on it, running from 9:25 until 5am! My sweet Joshy is usually all tuckered out about 8:30. I wake him up for kindy at 6:30. How is he supposed to stay up until five in the morning for... for... I can't bring myself to think it.

"There's a few important rules about Open Hours, and these are strictly enforced by the Longley Administration."

I gulped. I knew what those words meant --the new laws put in place by the Longley Administration were brutal. Violating laws around boy breeding could result in enormous fines, or worse, time in prison.

"First, during your son's Heat hours, both you and your child must be at home. We also forbid you to lock your doors during this time --your front door, back doors, and the doors to your son's designated breeding space must be open. They must remain open until your son's Heat hours have ended, though you can keep them unlocked and your profiles online after that point if you so choose."

Good lord. They wanted me to just leave my house open so any stranger could walk in? What the fuck?

"Your doors aren't the only things that must remain open during these vital hours. Whenever your son is in heat, his boy cunt must also be open to friendly bulls in your area."

"Oh fuck no! Don't call it a cunt!" I catch myself shouting at my phone. Fuck, I need to keep myself under control.

"During your son's Heat hours," Seedy continues, "your Home Breeding Profile will be active and visible to all Bulls within 100 miles of your home --or anyone who is browsing your city from afar. Let's have a look at what your profile looks like!"

Seedy seems positively thrilled when another icon around the bottom illuminates, this one showing an emoji of a man and a boy. I tap on it, both terrified of what it will show, and nearly having a heart attack from the suspense. I also can't help but notice that once again, I'm getting an inexplicable hardon as I move through this training. I can feel my cock thickening as it runs along my thigh in my khakis. I will myself to keep it down as I tap on the icon.

What I see next makes me gasp out loud. The top half of the screen is filled with our home --just as you might see it when approaching from the sidewalk. It appears to be live footage, as I can see the grass in our yard and the rose bushes fluttering in the breeze.

Worse, underneath our home is our exact address, printed in big letters, with a button next to it that says, "Get directions."

"The top half of the profile makes it easy for breeders in the area to find your home," Seedy explains, as if I was an idiot. "And the bottom half gives them more information about what they're getting into."

I look down at the bottom, and are two photos: My "work photo" they snapped on my first day, and my son's school photo. I almost tear up looking at his cute, thin little face that I know so well. His greenish-hazel eyes, so big and round and full of emotion, staring up at me. I'd tried to tame his messy brown hair that day, and dressed him in his favorite blue t-shirt. The spray of freckles across his face is so adorable, how could his photo exist in a filthy app like this?

Underneath this is a list of stats, divided in two columns under our photos. It has our names, our ages, our height and weight, and shockingly, under mine, the dimensions of my cock --9.9 inches --with he words "cut, girthy, veiny, brown pubic hair" underneath. I blush reading that.

"When men tap on your profiles, they'll be able to see more photos of you and your breedable kid. We've done the courtesy of uploading photos from both of your intake and screening forms."

I quickly tap my photo, horrified to think what might show up. And it is just as I thought --the first pic showed me fully nude, facing the camera, my soft cock dangling between my legs, my face on display. For a moment, I feel proud --I put in time at the gym, and it shows in my arms and chest, which were covered with brown hair. My signature smile looked good on camera, especially with the trim beard I had that day. Why had I smiled for that stupid government photo? I looked like such a creep! I had no idea I'd end up in this stupid app.

 I cringe as I tap to move to the next photo and find a closeup of my erect cock . Just as described, I's there in all of it's girthy, veiny glory --curving slightly to the right, with a fat pink head that's glistening with precum. I'd taken it for my wife, before she left me. When the new laws were rolled out, all men were forced to submit their nude photos, and they'd chosen this one of my leaking dick to showcase on the app.

"Shit, my son," I say as I remember there are photos of him too that I need to see. I top his photo and breathe a sigh of relief --there is a shot of him sitting on Santa's lap, and another with barbecue sauce all over his face from our trip down south. And then I nearly scream when the next photo shows my boy bent over on the examination table I recognize from the intake interview last week. He is completely nude, and his tiny, pale cheeks were spread slightly to show a little pink button, impossibly small, right in the center. He smiles back at the camera --a pose I'm sure they forced on him.

I try to ignore the fact that this photo makes my cock grow another few inches, and quickly close out the window so I don't have to stare at it anymore. This is absolute hell.

"There's one more icon here, but we can't click it just yet," Seedy says.

I look down at the highlighted icon --this time, it's al little emoji of a bull face with horns.

"This is where you'll be able to browse the bulls that will be breeding your son tonight. But the bull profiles are locked until one hour before your son's first breeding. Remember, by choosing the Home Breeding option, you've got more choice and freedom when it comes to your child's fertilization. You'll have one hour to select a queue of bulls for your son --they will come in the order that you've selected, and we'll make sure you choose at least 10 to your boy loaded until his open hours are closed. If he needs more, you'll have a chance to add more bulls as he's approaching the end of the queue."

Jesus Christ, they're going to make me choose? How can I ever select someone to breed my own kid?

"We're almost done reviewing the app," Seedy says. "And we have a few minutes left on the counter for an important decision."

My eyes dart to the timer in the corner --we are down to just over four minutes left.

"My scientists friends have informed me of something very exciting. You yourself qualify as a bull! Yes, you have the cock size, the sperm volume, and the general attitude necessary to be a serious contender for impregnating a little boy. And because of this, you have a choice to make..."

Seedy suddenly vanishes, as do the icons, and some text along with two buttons appear on the screen over the pink background.

"Will you breed your son first, or will you let another man break him in tonight?" the text reads.

The buttons have text too --one says, "I'll breed my son," and the other says, "I'll let someone else breed him first."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, this can't be happening," I whisper. But it is... those two buttons are flashing, and the counter is counting down. Less than three minutes.

I begin to sweat, and my cock is nearly at full length as I ponder the two options. Each seems worse than the other.

The idea of letting my son's first sexual experience be with some random man --tonight --makes my stomach turn.

But the alternative is equally horrifying --to give it to him myself. To somehow take my fat cock, currently throbbing against my leg having burst out the leg hole of my underwear, and slide it into my son's untouched anal passage. And then to... to fuck him. To cum inside him. To breed him. His own father...

"If I were you, I'd do it yourself." My heart stops as a voice rings out from a few stalls down. I hold my breathe, hoping it is just someone on their phone and not --

"You don't have to hide, Dave," the voice says. I know that voice. My colleague, Henry. "Come out and we can talk about it."

I shift my boner back into my briefs and wipe at the small wet stain that's formed at the head of my cock. Hopefully he won't notice. I swallow deeply, unlock the stall door, pull my headphones out of my ears, and walk out into the restroom.

Sure enough, there stands Henry, washing his hands in the sink and staring at me in the mirror. He's the head of accounting, and though we're not in the same department, he's definitely above me in the ranks. He's older than me by about 10 years, taller and bigger too --unlike me, he's let himself go a bit, and has a slight paunch and thinning gray hair.

I shuffle awkwardly in front of the stall. "Did you... did you hear what I was --"

"It's all right," he says. "The new laws are no secrets. It's happened in my family too."

"It... it has?" I stammer.

"Yes, my nephew, about three weeks ago. We did Home Breeding too."

He turns to the dryer, and I can't believe the calm look on his face as we discuss the fate of young boys in our family. Then again, Henry was always the stoic kind, even when he was pissed about numbers and budgets.

"Henry, it's so... it's so horrible!" I hate how I sound --groveling and pathetic --but I'm at my wit's end. I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this except that stupid counsellor, and he was no help with my emotional state.

Henry turns to me, and there's a kindness in his eyes I've never seen before. He puts one of his big hands on my shoulders and meets my gaze.

"I know," he said. "It's not fair. It's cruel. But it's the law. And... well they say it's for the good of humanity."

"But how can they say that when there's no evidence --"

"Shhhh," Henry says, putting his other hands on my shoulder. "Now listen, I don't know how much time you have left on your timer, but my guess is it's running out."

I look down at my phone. "Oh god, two minutes and twenty-eight seconds."

"Look, if you don't make your decision, the app is gonna choose for you. That's what happened to my brother, and it means you'll miss your chance to breed him. And save him."

"Save him?"

"Yes," he says. "You know as well as I do what those bulls are like. I know you've heard the stories. How they're all hung like donkeys, how they don't care about the boys..."

"They treat them like meat, I heard!" I cry out.

"Yes," he said. "That's what happened to my nephew. And my brother regrets it. Because you... you have a chance to make this easier on him. To take him first, slowly, gently, lovingly. To give him at least some idea that sex can be a wonderful, sweet --"

"Sweet? Wonderful? NO WAY! I could never fuck my own son. Never!"

Henry is silent for a moment, then his eyes dart down to my crotch. My face and neck go red. When he looks me in the eye again, I can almost read his thoughts.

"I'll leave you to your decision," he says, turns from me, and walks out the bathroom door.

I look down at my phone. Thirty seconds left. With no other way out, I tap the button.

I'll be breeding my son tonight. 

 *** 

 The next few hours at work are pure torture --but eventually, I finally finish up everything I need to do and head home. When I pull into my driveway, I'm surprised and embarrassed to see a pink package on the front porch, with an enormous version of the cartoon sperm printed on the site.

I run from my car to scoop it up and take it inside, praying my neighbors hadn't seen it already. I set it down on the kitchen cabinet and begin to look around for scissors to open it when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

I pull it up and see another banner notification from the HomeBreederz app. The pink message reads: "Welcome home! You've got mail! Tap to learn more!"

I follow the instructions and tap, and there's that dreaded cartoon sperm again. "You hopefully already found your packet. It's got supplies to help you with tonight's initial breeding. Open it up, and when you're ready, come back here and I've got some more tips for you!"

I grab the scissors from the draw and tear open the top of the box. I look reach inside and begin pulling things out.

The first thing I grab is a cock ring --thick heavy metal that looks just about the right size compared to the ones I have in the past.

Next I pull out two small bottles of poppers, both with a pink label and that damn sperm cartoon on it. One reads "DAD'S" on it, and the other sickeningly reads, "JOSHY'S."

I set these on the table, and next pull out something else that makes me sick --two web cams, small, discreet, and wireless, with the HomeBreederz App logo printed on both.

Finally, I pull out what I think at first is a glossy magazine, but then I realize it's actually more of a very high-quality pamphlet. Across the top of the cover are the words "Baby's First Breeding: A guide for caring father."

Beneath that was a photo that was absolutely obscene --and once again brought my cock back to full life. It showed a child's bedroom, with colorful wall paper, Hot Wheels and Legos all over the floor, and a race car bed up against the back wall. And on that race car bed were two people --presumably father and son, though the little boy on the cover was a couple years older than my sweet Joshy, and the man was a few years older than me. I couldn't see his face --just his tall, somewhat muscled body, his ass flexed as he clearly was thrusting forward into the tiny child (his son??) beneath him.

The little boy was on his back, his legs up by his ears, and he was literally grinning with a surprised look on his face, his mouth open a bit in surprise. I flipped open the magazine, feeling both disgusted and incredibly aroused, and saw my old Frenemy Seedy smiling at me, a big speech bubble over his head that served as the intro to the pamphlet: 

 "CONGRATULATIONS! If you're reading this, it means you're only a few hours away from burying your cock inside your son and breeding him good and deep. It's going to be a special occasion --but it can be hard to know how to start! That's what this pamphlet is for.

Inside, you'll find our best advice for preparing your son for his very first cunting, from his dear old dad. Throughout the book, you'll see scannable QR codes that you can open using the HomeBreederz app.

Happy breeding!"

On the next page is a table of contents.

 1. Choosing your fuck space

 2. Webcam setup tutorial

 3. Having "the talk" with your son

 4. Popper usage for little boys

 5. Oral sex: How it affects boys in heat

 6. The best positions for boy breeding

 7. What to expect when baby's expecting

I quickly flip open to the first chapter.

"Tonight is a night both you and your son will remember forever --so the setting you choose for your son's cunting is important! Scan the image below for some tips on how to choose the right fuck space for the upcoming breeding."

I fumble for my phone, and Seedy has anticipated that I'll want to use the scanning feature --all I need to do is pass the app over the page, and suddenly my phone is filled with more filth pornography.

It's a series of animated .gifs, the first one showing the same man and boy from the cover, in the same room featured there. They are once again mid-fuck, though this time, you could see the father's ass clench as he thrust forward, and the little boy's eyes roll back in his head.

"The child's bedroom is a favorite space for a first fuck. It's a familiar, face haven for the little guy, so he'll feel relaxed and comfortable as you feel him with cock and sperm."

"Fuck," I grunt, and begin rubbing my fat erection through my pants. This is some hot shit --though of course, this isn't my son I'm watching. That is a different story.

I swipe to the next photo, to find a different father and son---or at least, I assumed there was a son under there somewhere. All I could see were two little pale legs dangling over the edge of the couch, as a beefy, hairy man thrust forward into the little boy bent over the arm of the sofa in front of him.

"The living room is a great first fuck space---you can even have the TV going, or just take things slow and relax together on the couch like this father and son."

The next image shows a different pair in the father's big, comfy bed, advising that this space could be a real treat to a boy who doesn't get time in mommy and daddy's bed. And after that there was an incestuous shower/bathtub combo. By the time I got to the black father with his equally dark son breeding on top of a diving pool in their backyard, I decide it is time to haul out my dick and start masturbating, despite my best efforts. But I only get the zipper down before I'm interrupted.

"Hi daddy!"

I quickly stop rubbing myself, slam the magazine shut, and put my phone face down on the table.

"Joshy, hey!" I say, turning around and forcing myself to smile. My eyes immediately fill with tears as I saw my little guy standing there in the doorway of our kitchen. He still had his big backpack on, which made him look even smaller than he was---which was tiny, even for his age. He had on a red and blue superhero shirt I'd put on him that morning, and the cute little khaki shorts I'd sent him off on.

He smiles wide at me, his little dimples showing up on his freckle-covered cheeks. His smile drops, and he crinkles his tiny nose and pouts his big pink limps.

"What's wrong, daddy?"

I quickly wipe my eyes and come over to crouch in front of him. "Oh, nothing, son. Daddy just had a long day. Listen, Joshy, I need some private time alone in my room. I uh... I have a headache, and need to relax. Can you keep yourself busy with some TV?"

Joshy stares at me a moment. Damn, the boy knows me so well. I can tell he's upset, but he's so well behaved, he just nods, smiles again, and says, "Ok, Daddy. Let me know when you're ready to play!"

"I---I will," I say, my heart breaking in two and my cock threatening to burst out of my still-open zipper. Then I watch Joshy toddle off toward the living room, and for the first time in my life, I notice just how beautiful his little ass looks in those shorts.

Then I pour myself a scotch on the rocks, and take the bottle, the catalogue, and my phone up to my room. 

 

I'm laying in my bed, on top of the sheets, fully naked and legs spread wide as I finally finish the last chapter of the catalogue---for the fourth time.

Each section of the catalogue seemed worse, and yet, as I read, I found myself stripping off my clothes slowly, and then somehow deciding to try out the black rubber "BullDaddy" cock ring that came in the box.

And of course, I had to follow Seedy's instructions and try out the poppers as I read the chapter about popper safety for boys Joshy's age. Turns out---there are hardly any risks at all, according to Seedy. I have my doubts, but I suppose I'll find out.

Those poppers were strong! During the last two sections of the catalogue, and the next three read throughs, I was basically a blubbering, gooning mess as I stroked myself into a state of horniness that I'd never experienced before.

The catalogue taught me that this was perfectly natural, when trapped in a house with a boy who was entering his first heat---which was often the most powerful, apparently.

Unfortunately, that recognizable cheerful chime from my phone pulled me out of my trance.

This time, the message was simple.

"Time left to breed: One hour, 39 minutes."

Fuck. Ok, Seedy. No more procrastinating. It was time to do this.

I have to hand it to the government---that catalogue was effective. My jitters were still there, and I still had an enormous knot in my stomach, but I somehow felt more confident. Or maybe I was just deliriously horny.

Either way, I can't manage to get my fat bull cock (ugh---the language in that catalogue is contagious) into underwear again, so I grabbed the thin blue bath robe my wife gave me a lifetime ago, when we were still married. I sling it on, doing a half-assed job to hide my leaking erection, and head down the stairs.

My sweet Joshy has fallen asleep on the couch, his iPad resting on his chest and playing a theme song from one of his favorite shows---one from before the government started making those horrible new shows they targeted at kids.

I come over and switch it off, and stare down at him for a long moment, watching his chest rise and fall, listening to his tiny breaths as he dreams of something sweet enough to bring a smile to his face.

And then I drop down and kiss him gently on the cheek.

His eyes flutter awake.

"I'm sorry, Joshy," I say, tickling my hardon with one finger as I kiss him again on the cheek. Tears are threatening to fall at my eyes again. "Daddy got carried away with work in his room."

"That's ok, daddy," he says, smiling at me sleepily. "I feel asleep."

"I can see that, little guy," I say. "Listen, why don't we go give you a hot bath, and then I'll tuck you in for the night, ok?"

Joshy nods at this and reaches out for me. I pull him into my arms---he feels like a bag of feathers in my arms, so soft and light. He wraps his arms and legs around me and nuzzles into my neck as I cart him up the stairs.

I draw a warm bath for my baby boy, and Joshy wastes no time getting naked. I give him a bath most nights---he loves it. And until now, I'd only thought of it as cute and innocent. But now, with Seedy in the back of my head, I'm wondering if he's not just a little too eager to get out of his clothes.

"It's nice and warm, daddy," good, I say, coming over to the edge and feeling the stick tip of my thick cock press against the cool side of the tub. I begin to scoop water and bubbles over the boy, who is giggling as he plays with some rubber dinosaurs I've left in the tub to keep him still.

"Joshy," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about something."

Joshy lets out one more mock roar for the T-rex in his hand, then drops his toys in the tub and turns to look at me with his big hazel eyes. "What is it, daddy?"

"Well, Joshy... I need to tell you that tonight is going to be a little different..." I wince at that understatement. "Tonight, we're going to do something new, something you and I have never done before."

Joshy's eyes light up. "Like a game?"

I smile sadly at him. "Yes, sort of like a game. But it's not like Uno or anything like that---this is much more serious."

"Oh," Joshy says, still smiling. "What's the game called?"

"Well, Joshy... this game is called... sex."

Joshy's eyes go wide. I know he's heard this word before---the new administration has been clear that sex ed needs to start early. But the administration also assured us that the boys would only get the info they needed on a "need to know" basis, so that us parents could still have a role in their sexual education.

"Sex? Like... with the..." Joshy giggles and puts his hand over his mouth.

"Yes, with the..." and then, before I can stop myself, I stand. Josh cranes his head and watches as I pull the loose knot out of the bathrobe strap.

The instant my robe opens, my schlong flops out in all its glory. Joshy nearly goes cross-eyed staring as it as it bounces just inches away from his forehead.

There is a long moment of silence as both me and my boy take a moment to take in my cock. It's exactly 11.3 inches---I know, because the government made me submit my measurements. It's thick, too, and when I'm this hard, has a thick vein that runs from the top of the base down under near the tip. My cock is almost completely straight, though the blood pumping through it and giving it a reddish tint makes it droop under its own weight. I'm cut, which I'm happy about, because my head always looks great---it's smooth and shaped like a helmet, with pink lips that are almost always drooling precum, even when I'm only a little horny. Tonight, it's a waterfall that drips down and pools on the rim of the tub.

"Oh, daddy.... Is it? Is it true?" Joshy can't take his eyes off my monster.

"Is what true, baby?" I say, gripping my cock at its base and giving it a squeeze.

"That... that's where babies come from?" He points at my dick shyly.

I sigh. Thank god he's had at least a little education---this makes it easier. "Yes, it's true," I say. I put my palm under my large, hairy ball sack and cup them at him. "Daddy makes his babies in here, and shoots them out of here." I tap my finger to my cock head and pull away a string of slime.

"And... that's what made me?" he asks in a squeaky voice, still staring.

"Yes, that's right. You came from here." I thrust my waist at him, feeling like a terrible father.

"Oh," Josh says, considering this.

"Joshy," I say quietly, waiting until he's able to drag his round eyes away from my cock and look at my face. "Joshy, you know how... how there's a big problem in the world right now, with babies? How there aren't hardly any kids---and especially no girls---younger than you?"

"Uh-huh," Joshy says. "Teacher says it's really bad. And that... everyone has to pitch in to help."

This makes my cock burp precum. His teacher---which one?---has been grooming him for this moment, and I had no idea.

"That's right, Joshy," I say. "And... well... tonight it's our turn to pitch in."

"How, daddy? Aren't... don't we need mommy to do that?"

This makes my heart thump. I don't want to bring his mother into this---what would she think, if she saw me right now?

I drop down to my knees again, and Joshy watches my cock until it's disappeared out of his line of sight. I put my hand---the one that was just cupping my balls---under his chin.

"No, Joshy, we don't. Because tonight, you're gonna be the mommy."

His eyes nearly bug out of his head. "B-but how, daddy? I'm not a mommy."

"Well," I say, reaching down into the warm water, "not quite. But you can... you can do the thing a mommy can do." And as I say this last part, I do the unthinkable, something I would have killed another man for doing just this morning. I snake my large hand between my little boy's legs, swiping some soap along the way, and press two my fingers in between his soft, pillow-like cheeks, until I find his impossibly small little pucker.

"This part, here," I say in a husky voice. "This part of you is going to make you a mommy tonight."

I wait for Josh to give me some sort of verbal response, but he can't. He can only throw his head back, his eyelids fluttering as he lets out a little moan. Damn, I think to myself. The catalogue was right.

I lean in closer to him as I massage his virgin hole a little faster. "Joshy, are you... are you in heat?"

Josh tries to keep his eyes open as he looks at me. "Daddy---what? I... what's heat?"

I forgot, he doesn't have all the vocab he needs yet. "Does that feel good, baby boy?"

Josh nods slowly as he struggles to make eye contact with me. My cock belches out yet another glob of precum, and I know it's time.

Making a huge splash, I quickly pull Josh out of the tub and wrap him in a white towel. He's so warm, and once again he clings to me like a little monkey. I keep my finger on his button as we walk down the hall and into his room.

As soon as we open the doors, I hear the whirr of the cameras I installed with Seedy's help. There's one mounted above the door frame, another attached to the desk across from his bed, and one in the corner just above his bed.

The catalogue annoying didn't explain exactly what the cameras were for---whether they were recording us or spying on us or both. It was deeply disturbing when I installed them, but now, I'm far too horny to care.

I march over to the bed---it's a small single pressed up against the wall, his sheets covered in the cartoon face of that puppy police show he loves. I toss him down onto it, letting him bounce, and pull the towel away. Then I'm on top of him, and I can almost feel my cock pulled like a magnet toward his hole.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" he says, staring up at me.

"Joshy, I know... I know this is all a little strange and happening fast. And I know you can't understand now, but it's for the best. So please, just do as daddy says, ok?"

Joshy looks worried, but he nods.

"Ok, Joshy. Now listen. In just a few minutes here, you and Daddy are going to have sex," I say, trying my best to recall the speech Seedy told me to memorize for this moment. I can't believe I'm putting so much trust in a cartoon sperm, but here we are. "Daddy's going to put his penis inside you and fuck you. And after a little while, Daddy's going to fill you up with his sperm. The same... the same sperm that made you. Joshy, I'm going to put a baby in you tonight."

I pause, staring into his eyes. I can tell this is too much for his brain to process. But I have to keep going with this speech---Seedy said it's for the best. That it will help. And that's all I want, to help my baby boy through this difficult night.

"Joshy, I'm not going to lie---this is going to hurt. A lot. Daddy has a very large c-cok, And your pussy is so, so small and tight."

"Daddy, I'm scared," my son says, with the exact same expression he has when he wakes me up to tell me about his nonsensical nightmares. But this is no nightmare---this is real life.

"I know, baby boy," I coo at my child. "Daddy's scared too. But... daddy knows some tricks to make it a whole lot easier. It's still going to hurt, but if you are a good boy and listen to daddy, it will be a lot easier, ok?"

"O-okay, daddy," he says, and I can feel his tiny, warm body trembling underneath me.

I reach my hand under the pillow and withdraw the two bottles of poppers that I'd stowed there earlier. I looked at the labelled Joshy's and gave it a shake.

"Ok baby, boy," I saw, swallowing hard. I'm about to give my son drugs, and he doesn't even know how to write his own name without making mistakes. "Daddy's going to do a few things to get you into heat. Heat---when you're in heat, it means you're ready to take daddy's cock and cum as easy as can be." I hold the bottle out toward him. "These... these are called poppers. There's a special sort of juice that you sniff, and it helps you relax and get into heat."

"Are they.... Are they good for me, daddy?"

I don't quite know how to answer that one, so I just say, "Of course. Here, try some now."

I just want to get this over with---I need to get him in heat so I can seed him. So I unscrew the bottle, and immediately the chemical smell hits me in the face like a fist. I can't believe the government approved these for kids, but Seedy says they work well...

So I lean forward and pinch once side of Joshy's adorable button nose, then hold the bottle up to him. "Sniff, Joshy," I say. "Real deep."

And Joshy, being the sweet obedient boy he is, takes the deepest breath his tiny lungs can manage. It's not much, but it's enough to roll his eyes back in his head. And while he's distracted, I reach over and do the same to his other nostrils.

"Good boy," I say. "Now, let's start getting you ready."

I lay a few gentle kisses on Joshy's body as I move down between his legs. And then I take his tiny ankles in my hands, and push his legs back, finally putting him on display.

And there it is, staring at me. My son's little butt, or what Seedy would call his pussy, his cunt, or his cum depository. Though Josh has an impossibly small frame, he has some meat on his cheeks, but they still spread to showcase his pink hole---if you can even call it that. The lips of his pussy come together so tight, there's not even a speck of black to look into.

I take a deep breath---can I really do this? But when his hole pulses slightly, I don't hesitate. I've always loved eating pussy, and this pussy was too delicious to resist.

I lap at my son's hole hungrily, thinking once again that Seedy was right. The more I pull my son into his heat, the more I fall in after him. My cock feels like it could explode at any moment as I run my tongue over his hole again and again, darting just the tip In as I scratch his crack gently with my stubble.

Maybe it's the poppers talking, but my tongue work on my son's little virgin hole is making my son babble like he's speaking in tongues. It only encourages me, enjoying playing my son like an instrument, finding the different tones he makes as I swirl and dip and gouge at his hole with my long adult tongue.

I realize I could do this forever, but I can almost hear Seedy in the back of my head reminding me that time is limited. So I finally withdraw myself from my son's little pussy, wiping my mouth as I come up for air.

Joshy lays flat on the back, panting. "Daddy, that was.... That felt good!"

I smile at him and reach up to tussle his messy brown hair, which now has a little bit of sweat in it around the edges.

"I'm glad," I say to my son. "You're getting into full heat now. Which means, it's time for you to meet daddy's cock before it goes inside you."

I scoot up the small bed, until I am sitting my hairy ass on the puppy dogs cover his pillowcase. I scoot Joshy down and spread my legs, so that he's now laying on his tummy, his face nearly buried in my hair crotch.

"Daddy's gonna sit here and relax and let you explore his cock and balls a little, ok? Don't be scared. You can touch it however you want."

My son's eyes are locked on my drooling cock head bobbing in the air. "But Daddy," he says, not breaking eye contact with my slimy piss slit, "You told me to never touch another person's privates."

"I know, son," I say. "But... well, rules have changed. Now, if a man says you can touch his cock, you can touch his cock. So, go on."

Josh squishes up his face in concentration, and then he scoots up onto his knees and amazingly reaches forward---with both hands---to grab my engorged cock around the base.

I immediately let out a moan, and my cock twitches.

"Sorry Daddy!" Josh says, almost in tears. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, son, it'--- it's good. Daddy likes it. Keep going."

That's all the encouragement he needs to reach forward again and grab it, and this time, he doesn't pull away. Seedy was fucking right. This kid is horny.

As Josh begins to explore the tower of meat between my legs, I take a moment to reach over to Joshy's little red and blue bedside table. I've left the mostly empty bottle of scotch there, and despite the fact that I'm already heavily buzzed, I splash some into my empty glass and gulp some down.

Then I grab the bottle of DAD's Poppers, also on the bedside table. I've never done them before, but seeing the reaction they had on my boy, and from what Seedy told me, I'm dying to try them out. I unscrew them, and oddly, they don't smell quite as strong as Joshy's. But after I take too large hits, I'm absolutely flying.

Which is good timing, because just as the high really hits me, Joshy seems to overcome his timidity and really begins to explore my adult penis in earnest. His tiny hands move up and down my thick shaft, feeling how hard and turgid it is. I give my cock a few squeezes, and my son looks up at me, surprised.

"Did you do that, daddy?"

"Yep," I say, flexing my cock a few more times. "Daddy's cock is very powerful. It can do lots of things."

"Woooow," Joshy says, staring intently at my donkey dick in his hands. He strokes the shaft some more, and then moves one of his little hands up towards my head. He gingerly taps the tip of my penis with one tiny finger, and watches with a very serious expression as a string of my prefuck juice pulls away as he pulls back.

"When you see that stuff, it means you're being a very good boy and getting daddy very excited. Don't worry, there's plenty where that came from. You can play with it."

Joshy always liked finger paintings, and he was known to play in the mud sometimes. So I suppose that might explain why he so eagerly accepted my directive. The boy has no idea how much he's torturing as he takes both his hands and cups them over my large cock head, then rubs and rubs until he's coated in my clear slime up to his wrists.

I once again hear Seedy's voice in my head, with a reminder from the chapter about Poppers Safety. I decide it's time to see if old Seedy is right.

"Joshy, is that slime from daddy's cock making you excited?" I ask, moaning into my glass as I take another big sip of scotch.

He looks up at me, looking a little shy to admit it. But he says, "Yeah, it's cool, daddy."

"Well, I know something else that will make you excited."

Joshy watches as I reach down with one hand to cup my hairy balls and pull them slightly to the side. I point to the pube-and-sweat covered patch of skin just underneath my sack, which Seedy says it one of the best ways to put a boy deeper into head.

"Joshy, put your face down here and take a deep breath."

"Down... down by your..."

"Yes, baby. Right under my balls. Trust daddy."

And he does. He trusts his daddy, so after a moment's hesitation, he crawls forward until I can feel his tiny nose pressed up against that skin. I hear him take two small breaths, and then, just as Seedy said he would, my child starts taking deep inhalations, pulling his father's funky ball smell deep into his horny little body.

"You like that, son," I say, quietly unscrewing the cap to his poppers. "Does daddy's nutsack smell good to you, baby boy?" I put the poppers down by my thigh, knowing that the scent of them will add to my boy's lust.

"Oh yes, dad---" he starts to say, but he's cut off when I drop my heavy erection onto his tiny face, splaying across one of his cheeks, my cockhead blinding his right eye.

"You know, son," I say, looking down into his one available green eye, "it's ok to taste daddy's cock if you want. That's totally normal."

My son looks at me carefully, still breathing in my scent. And perhaps it's the odor emanating from my crotch that causes him to give in, to forget questioning me and just scoot up with his mouth open like a little fish.

I watch in shock as he looks cross-eyed at the head of my cock, now bouncing in air in front of his face. And then ever so tentatively, he sticks out his tiny little pink tongue and licks at my drooling cock head. A string of slime stretches from his tongue to the head of my dick for a moment, as he mulls over his very first (but far from the last, I fear) taste of man dick.

And then, without a bit of prompting from me, Joshy reaches forward to steady my cock with both his hands and begins lapping at it like it's a delicious lollipop. Over and over he dips his tiny tongue into my slimy piss slit, like he's digging for gold.

"Fuuuuuck," I moan, feeling both horrified and more aroused than I have ever been in my life. "Suck it, son."

"Like..." Joshy opens his mouth in a big o, and I give him a nod and a smile.

And then I watch in shock as he puts that little o around my cock head and sucks his father's penis into his orifice. And just like that, my son is a...

"Cocksucking faggot," I say, thrusting my hips up to pop the head the rest of the way in. I know using such language isn't ideal, but as the Seedy told me, the boy is going to hear such filthy language tonight regardless. So he may as well hear it from his father first.

Plus, it's not that inaccurate of an assessment. Though his tiny mouth can only accommodate the head and the first inch or so of my shaft, he's hoovering me like he was born to do this. Perhaps the book was right---sucking cock really did put boys deeper into heat. Could it be that the government wasn't lying to us, that my son actually was ripe for breeding?

There is only one way to find out. As much as I am enjoying the feeling of him struggling to swallow my cock, I can't put this off much longer. Even though he appears hungry as fuck for my cock in his mouth, I can tell he's struggling. His little green eyes are bloodshot, and every time he comes up for air, he's covered in more and more of his own throat slime.

It's time.

So regretfully, I place my hand under his chin and pull the little succubus off my dick.

"Ok, Joshy," I say in the best `serious dad' voice I can muster at this moment. "We need to get you bred, ok?"

Joshy wipes his face with his tiny arm and says, "Daddy, I'm scared."

"I know, baby," I say, feeling my heart split in too. "But you can do this. You're a strong boy, and daddy will be with you the whole time. It will be over before you know it." I don't doubt that last part---the boy nearly had me busting with his attempts to suck cock.

"Ok, daddy," Josh says softly. I can see the fear in his eyes, but I can also hear the cameras in the room whirring and readjusting. If I don't do this now, someone else will. Seedy made that clear.

It doesn't take me long to get us into position. Joshy is so small and light, I can just scoop him up in my arms and lay him on his back, his head resting on his cartoon pillow. I pull his legs back, and marvel at how many times I'd seen his mother in this exactly position. Of course, he's so much smaller than anyone I'd fucked before.

"Hold your legs back for daddy," I say, and Joshy obeys, practically showing off his little pink hole once again.

Before I can stop myself, I spit onto it, knowing that my cock is already covered in enough slime that it should do the job. Of course, a deeper part of me is screaming to get some lube -- but I'm so horny, I can't possible think of doing anything else.

Next I grab both bottles of poppers, and hand Joshy his. "You're gonna want these, boy," I say, grabbing my cock and stroking it. "Take as many inhales as you need to get through this."

Joshy nods and unscrews the bottle, taking a few deep hits all by himself. He must already know the power those poppers have to make him feel better.

I look down as I press my cock up to that tiny button, and the words "NO WAY" ring in my head. It just seems physically impossible---my cock head, the size of a tennis ball, will never fit into a hole smaller than the button on my dress shirts.

And yet, at the same time, I can feel the boy's heat emanating off his hole. I can almost feel that tiny little pucker taunting me, pulling me in, begging me to come inside and lay down my load.

"Ok, Joshy," I say. "Take deep breaths, ok? Daddy's coming in."

"Please... don't hurt me, daddy," he whimpers, still holding his ankles back so far he's nearly bent in half.

I have no response to that. Even some of the prostitutes I fucked when I was younger told me it hurt. But there was no turning back. And again I hear Seedy reminding me of all the other men on the app who would be happy to take my place.

With one final hit of my own poppers, I do it. I press forward. There's intense resistance at first, and I start to panic, thinking I won't be able to get in.

And then. POP.

If I hadn't been watching so closely, I would have missed it. My son's tiny little virgin pussy was no match for a man cock that needs to breed. His hole has no choice but to accept nearly all of my throbbing purple cock head, raw.

Joshy immediately starts screaming at the invasion, worse than he did when he fell off his back last year. His screams of pain shatter my heart, especially knowing that it's my massive cock that's causing him such stress. But I don't move an inch---I just wait for a few minutes as his wails slowly turn into fevered moans and whimpers.

"Poppers," I say, remind the boy that he's clutching them in his hand. He raises his shaky little paws up to his nose. "Deep hits," I say.

Josh listens, taking his deepest inhales yet, presumably to get through the pain. He starts to put the lid back on, but I touch his wrist. "Two more. Deep ones."

"I feel d-d-dizzy, daddy," Joshy wails. "Please, take it out!"

"I can't just yet, Joshy. Soon. Daddy needs to finish in you. Now take those hits."

I see a tear streak down the boy's cheek, but he still does as I ask and takes two more hits, until his eyes are rolling back in his head.

"Here comes more, hold on," I say, already pushing my hips forward. Joshy's mouth may be protesting, but his cunt is telling me a different story. I watch in awe as my baby boy's smooth little pussy gobbles up several more inches of my thick man meat.

This time my only son not only screams, but also starts thrashing around like a fish out of water. But there's no point---he can twist and turn all he wants, but he simply has too much schlong inside of him to get away.

Finally, after a few minutes of this, Joshy manages to say, "Is that... is that it, daddy?"

I sadly shake my head, then grab both bottles of poppers and unscrew them. I hold them up to him, one under each nose, double barreling my child.

"Halfway, son," I say somberly. "But daddy's gonna get the rest in now." I can't count how many times Seedy told me that if I didn't get all of myself into my kid, the breeding would be voided. Not that I need much convincing---at this point, I need to feel myself balls deep in this tight, wet little hole more than anything in the world.

I let Josh take as many hits as he wants from both bottles of poppers, no longer caring about what it's doing to his brain. It can be any worse than what I'm doing to his little butt. And when he's done, I take a few myself, screw in the bottle caps, and say, "Ok kiddo. Here we go."

"AhhhhhHHHHHHAAGEHFHHH!" Joshy screams as I slowly push into him. I go slow, inch by inch, not wanting to rip the kid in an way. His drawn-out scream drags into a high-pitched wail like a true bitch in heat as I get closer and closer to the moment we've all been waiting for.

"There it is, son," I say, leaning forward and feeling myself drip sweat onto the kid. "You did it. You took all of your daddy's big cock. Good boy." I lean forward and plant a kiss on my son's sweaty forehead.

"Oh gooood daddy," he cries out, likely feeling more full than he knew he was capable of. I can feel his hole trying to push me out, but it only makes me groan as it squeezes more of my pre-fuck juice into the kid's womb.

"Did---did you do it, daddy? Did you... put a baby in me?" Joshy asks through gasps and whimpers as he tries in vain to adjust to my dick.

I pull back a bit to look him in the eye. "No... no baby. Not yet. There's still more."

Joshy looks at me with a pained expression, his eyes pleading for mercy. "Wh-what else is there, daddy?" he says. His face is now streaked with hot tears.

"Well, son," I say, struggling to figure out how to break the news to him. Even Seedy didn't provide guidance with this particularly conversation. "Now, daddy needs to fuck you. To get my load out of my balls and into your... your cunt."

"W-wh-what does that mean??" Joshy asks, terror in his voice.

"Well.." I say," This. This is fucking."

And then, no longer able to hold back, I show him what it means to get FUCKED. I know it's horrible, but I can't stop. That's how Seedy said it would be --he told me I would be in heat too, and that once I started, there was no stopping it.

So knowing that resistance is futile, I begin to pump my hips. I try to go slow at first, pulling out only a few inches before I push back into him. Joshy's hole is so tight, it feels like he's trying to keep me inside him, even though I know by the boy's red face that he wants nothing more than for me to pull out.

But it's too late for that. I'm in "breeding mode," as Seedy would call it, and all I can think about is giving this kid all my cock, as hard as I need to, to bust a nut. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice tells me that I'm fucking him like this so I can cum faster. But a bigger part of me just doesn't care --I need to pound pussy, and this pussy is the best I've ever had.

As my thrusts pick up speed and depth, Josh seems to be going through his own transformation as well. There's no stopping this --even he must know that --and there's no point in resisting. So all my poor little baby can do is lay there, politely holding his legs open for his daddy,

"That's it, faggot," I say, wincing as a I use such a disgusting word for my son. But if he's not a faggot for taking so much cock like this, what is he? "Open that pussy wide so daddy can get in deep and breed you good."

It breaks my heart how good of a boy Joshy is. Even though I can tell he just wants this to be finished, he somehow manages to pull his legs back a bit more, doing just as I asked him.

I take advantage of this move and lean forward, putting more of my weight on the boy until he's smushed under my body. And just as I requested, I can now get really deep in that cunt --my son's cunt. I fuck the poor kid harder and faster, giving him every inch of my cock again and again, pulling more and more out with each thrust until just my cock head is tugging at his helpless little pussy lips.

And soon I start to feel it --that boiling feeling deep in my balls. And as my orgasm is approaching, I have an epiphany. The government is right. Boys like Joshy here CAN take cock and cum just like women. They CAN accept sperm from men like me, and there's a chance that my sperm will take, and that the boy will get pregnant. If it weren't true, then why does my son's little butt pussy feel like It's literally sucking the cum out of my dick? Why does the boy's cunt seem to open another centimeter to accommodate the swelling of my thick phallus as I get closer and closer?

"Can I breed you, Joshy?" I ask, taken about by the tenderness in my own voice. I sound like I do when I'm asking him if he wants cereal or oatmeal for breakfast. "Can daddy put some sperm in you?"

"Y-yes daddy," Joshy manages to say, his voice barely carrying above the sound of my hips and balls slapping into him like a jackhammer.

"Yes what?" I bark at him.

"Y-y-y-yes! You can put a-a-a baby in me!" my son cries out, his voice stilted by my monster thrusts. "Please, Daddy! Make me p-p-regnant!"

That's all the prompting I need. "Oh fuck, ok son. Here it comes. Your first load. Daddy's gonna knock you up.... Right... NOW. UNGH. UNGH. UNGH." With each grunt, I shove myself deep into my kid, pulling out almost all the way for every thrust. I see stars as I feel each spurt of my ejaculate flooding into my helpless, confused little boy.

My own filthy talk devolves into roars as I seem to cum for minutes and minutes, but even with the power of my orgasm, I can't ignore my son's pained wails as I pump him full of his first ever load of cum.

But finally, we both quiet down, as my orgasm subsides. I stay buried in the boy as I let the dizziness of the most powerful orgasm of my life subside.

"Daddy?" my boy says quietly, pant, his face red with tears, panting. "Did you do it?"

I wipe the sweat from my brow, also panting, and nod. "I did, Joshy," I say, already feeling the guilt creep in. What I have done? "I put my cum in you."

"Daddy.... Can you take it out now please?" he asks, always the polite boy.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" I say. "I'll pull out, but... Joshy, you need to keep my cum in you, ok?"

"I'll... I'll try, daddy. AH!"

My son lets out a high-pitched squeal as I start to extract my softening but still enormous cock from his sphincter. There's a long, wet, SLURP sound as the suction of his no-longer-virgin anus finally lets go of me with a POP.

I look down at my son's wrecked hole just in time to see a thick glob of my semen trying to escape down his upturned crack. I can still feel the cameras on me, so I quickly use my thumb to spoon that chunk of semen back into his hole.

Speaking of his hole, it's unrecognizable from when I started. It's now a bit puffy and swollen, and it's a fiery red that makes me feel a little sick to my stomach.

All at once, I start to have that post-nut clarity that men hate so much. I realize what I've done --taken my son's virginity, hard, and bred him. I feel terrible for saying this, but I almost feel disgusted by the boy --that he let me do all that to him without question.

I lean forward and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Ok, boy. You need to get some sleep. Daddy loves you."

"I love you too, Daddy," he whimpers.

And with that, I stalk out of his room and shut the door, wanting to put this night behind me. I head to my bedroom, and the bathroom attached, and run myself a hot shower. I step into the water and reflect on everything. As I stand there in the steam, I can see my son's pained face, hear his screams, and almost feel his little ass squeezing my cock again.

I am almost moved to tears, thinking about what this means --how will my relationship with my son recover from this? Will he ever forgive me?

And what if... what if he actually is pregnant? What if the scientists are right, and right now, my swimmers are making their way into my son's womb to fertilize his eggs and --

Shit. I realize I've been in this shower way to long. I need to get some sleep. I'll feel better in the morning.

I step out of the shower and turn off the water. And then I hear a buzzing --my phone.

I wrap a towel around my waist, and then immediately drop it as I look at my phone. It's lit up with several messages from --who else? Seedy.

I scroll up to look at the oldest messages, and what I see makes my heart nearly burst out of my chest.

"You have 15 minutes to select your son's next breeder."

"You have 8 minutes to select your son's next bull fucker."

"Don't miss out! Only 5 minutes to select your son's next donor."

"One minute to choose your son's next bull."

"No response recorded. We've selected a breeder for you!"

"Your son's next bull will arrive in three minutes."

"Fuck!" I shout out.

And then I hear it echoing down the hallways.

"Oh! Oh no!" Its my son's high-pitched little voice, crying out.

He's getting fucked, I just know it. But by who? 

 



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