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Sy felt depressed. He wanted Pansy more than anything in the world, but this was the make-or-break issue, whether or not he could knock her up or not. He hated the idea of any other man's seed inside her, because on some level he would always feel cuckolded. "You're saying it's impossible ... ?" he moaned.
"Now, I did not expressly say 'impossible,'" hedged Dr. Adams. "I merely said 'approved' ... and I am sufficiently impressed by your evident love and devotion to Pansy that I'm willing make an unusual offer ... but I promise nothing, and this Clinic will claim total deniability should anything go wrong."
"What is it?" Pansy wondered.
"This Clinic has been approved for the preliminary testing of a new fertility drug which is known by the commerical name Andromega. We are involved in a study involving many thousands of men, and for most of them the results have been very positive. So it's still technically in the testing phase ... but I'll tell you what, I can get Sy squeezed onto the list without anyone being any the wiser."
"That would be wonderful, Doctor," said Pansy. "How long will it take to get him started?"
"We could start today, right now in fact. I'll need you two to sign an absolute nonliability agreement, of course, but I can get you your prescription and your first bottle right away. I'll be back in a few minutes."
As they were left alone together, Sy fidgeted. "I don't know about this. We're breaking the law so that I can get help from some drug ... "
"But Dr. Adams says the results have been very positive for hundreds of men. Maybe you can be just like them, Sy."
Sy felt very pressured when Dr. Adams returned with the bottle and the agreement form. He hesitated before signing it, then shook his head. Surely he was just being silly. He was a regular schmoe, nothing special, and if there had been no ill effects for thousands of other regular guys just like him who were put on Andromega, then surely everything was going to turn out okay. He nearly laughed with relief as he signed.
"Very good," encouraged Dr. Adams, adding her own signature to Sy's and Patsy's as witness. She help up the first bottle. "The dosage is three pills -- and they're big, too -- once every eight hours -- so you'll be going through these quickly. Lucky for you I'm claiming your a participant in the study, which means that the study absorbs the cost; otherwise, let me tell you, this would cost you an arm and a leg, or at least the leg. You're to take these with food -- nothing much, a cup of milk will do. We should wait at least two days before expecting anything to occur, because it will take awhile for the drug to begin its full impact on your body chemistry. But after two days, three days tops, we should begin to expect to see some rise in Sy's sperm count."
Sy felt uncertain, monkeying around with his manhood, but Pansy looked positively euphoric, so he smiled along.
Dr. Adams held up her finger sternly. "There is one commandment, though, and I have to absolutely insist upon it."
"What's that?" Sy worried.
"Boxers. Not briefs."
Sy nearly laughed. "What does underwear have to do with anything?"
"I'm completely serious."
"But I wear nothing but briefs."
"Then by a lot of boxers, today, right after you leave, and throw out all your briefs just to be sure. I can not stress this enough, you too. Boxers. Not briefs."
"Hey, okay," said Sy, eager to make light of the subject. "Boxers, not briefs. Whatever."
Sat Aug 23 10:39:15 2003