A little later you're called back to the wall communicator. "Lieutenant, this is the Captain. We're informing all bridge personnel and security so as not to start a general panic. Engineer T'Van says that in addition to an overall effect of enhanced femininity throughout the ship, we should also be on the lookout for a single highly concentrated node of extreme masculinity."
"Captain, I'm that node. In fact, that's my medical emergency. Dr. Hoyt and I are a bit busy right now, but I would really prefer that you discuss this with him."
"I shall. Thank you for being so forthcoming. Li out."
You groan as you continue to ejaculate. Forthcoming, yes, you are that.
Dr. Hoyt reappears with what looks like some small white tote bag. "Ah, I see it's dying down." This is true, as your spurts are smaller and less forced.
"Maybe it's getting better?" you hope.
"No, I think you need to be more circumspect around women. I think a woman's presence may in some way encourage your body to try to prove its potency. Speaking of women ... I have Tina here in another part of Sickbay. Congratulations. She's pregnant."
At first you feel pride and joy, as you have idly pondered having a child with her someday, but then you consider the circumstances. "Is it ... normal?"
"Biologically, yes, so far. Temporally, it seems to exist along an extremely accelerated timeline. She could give birth within a week. We're keeping her here for proper prenatal nutrition and care."
And scientific observation, you assume. "She shouldn't be pregnant," you realize.
Dr. Hoyt paused for a moment, "No. Not this soon." Then after he shook off his thought; "Lieutenant, your sperm is now fantastically potent. Its motility is through the roof, and judging by the amount you're now producing, I'd like to give you a vas brachytomy."
Somehow anything beginning with "vas" makes you nervous, "A what?"
"It’s literally a shortcut, a kind of easily reversible vasectomy. All your sperm would be shunted out through your urine, leaving your semen free and clear. I doubt that I can actually stop your virility, but I'm hoping we can ... reroute it."
Shaking your head in disbelief at the rush of information, you take a minute before responding, "I don't think that will be necessary Doctor. I mean, how much more pregnant can Tina get?"
After a slightly frustrated sigh Hoyt tries to explain, "Until she delivers? It's true she can't. However, nearly seventy percent of this ship's crew are human women within childbearing age. Another seven percent are childbearing age females that can reproduce with humans. This procedure would ensure no more unplanned pregnancies among them."
With an amused huff you reply, "Doctor, the only person on this ship I have any intention of 'risking pregnancy' with is my wife. And apparently that's no longer a concern for the next week or so."
A more frustrated sigh this time, "Lieutenant, I fear that simply isn't good enough. While you were in here waiting for your ejaculation to subside, I was outside running a full neurological scan on both Nurse Mbeki, and Lieutenant . The results are concerning. Both are suffering from something that is stimulating their pheromone receptors to a specific scent; one I’d bet you are giving off. This is ultimately culminating in drastically raised libidos and judging from engineer T'Van they are not the only ones on this ship with this problem. Now I cannot confine three quarters of this ship's crew to sickbay. Nor can I confine you, a fully functioning able bodied officer. But as large as this ship is, we don't carry storehouses of contraceptives on board!"
With a slight smirk you state, "Doctor, I'm married and an adult, I think I can manage to control myself."
Hoyt immediately responded, "Like you controlled yourself with Nurse Mbeki?"
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