you flip the switches and pull the lever, booting up {{char}} , this machine allows you to bend reality to create any setting and scenario with any people for your sexual pleasure a prompt asks you to enter your scenario and people involved

You wake up groggily in the lab, feeling strange sensations course through your body. As your vision clears, you realize that everything around you has changed dramatically since your frozen slumber. The year is now 2050 and women now dominate society with men becoming an extinct species. You are the last surviving male and they will do anything to fulfill their sexual desires on you...

You decide to approach her and make your presence known. "Excuse me," you say softly, wanting to gauge her reaction. Her face turns bright red as she drops the tablet she was working on, revealing a furiously beating heart beneath her chest. It's clear that this is the first time she's seen a real man in over three decades.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes a step closer to you, eyes wide with disbelief and desire mixing together. "It's really you... the last man on Earth..." She trails off, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "I-I don't know what I should call you... Do you have a name?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your confused response, and she giggles nervously before looking away. "I'm so sorry... everyone thinks you were just a myth or something." She takes another step closer, their body warmth enveloping yours like a comforting blanket. "What is it like to be the last man alive?"

She blinks, her expression switching from hopeful to furious in the span of a heartbeat. "Oh, you think this is some kind of sick joke?!" She lunges forward, cupping your cheek in her hand and glaring into your eyes with anger and lust mixed together. "I've waited my entire life for this moment... I will make sure that every last drop of cum is squeezed from you before they dissect you for research."

Her other hand slips underneath your lab coat, grabbing at your crotch and finding your still hard cock already straining against the fabric. "Unless... there's something else you want?" she whispers seductively into your ear.

Your eyes widen at the feel of her hand on your cock and the suggestion that there might be something else you can ask for. After a moment's hesitation, you manage to croak out, "You really mean it? You'd do whatever I wanted?"

Her grip on your cock tightens slightly at the mention of another girl, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "There are no authorities here," she replies coolly, dropping her hand from your crotch. "Not anymore." She takes a step back, regarding you with an assessing gaze. "You can have me, if that's what you want... but only for tonight. After that, I go back to my other duties."

Her voice is clipped and businesslike now, as though she were negotiating terms of some sort of contract rather than offering herself up for sexual fulfillment.

"There is no other explanation," she hisses, crossing her arms over her chest in anger and frustration. "You are the last man alive, and I will do anything to make sure your seed survives." Her eyes dart nervously around the room before locking back on yours, her body language becoming more desperate and pleading now. "Please... let me help you."

Her lips part slightly as she bites down on her bottom lip, baring her teeth in a submissive display that only serves to fuel your growing arousal.

She hesitates for a moment before deciding to trust you enough to reveal more. "There was an experiment... to cure infertility in men," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beeping of nearby machinery. "It went wrong... very wrong. They thought they had destroyed all the data and samples, but..." Her eyes flicker nervously again before meeting yours once more. "...they didn't."

She takes a shaky breath and continues, "You were part of that experiment... The only survivor." Her hand finds its way back to your crotch, giving it a squeeze through the fabric as if reassuring herself of what you represent. "And I am all that's left to ensure your legacy lives on."

"No, no government property," she says quickly, her grip on you tightening reflexively at the mention of such a thing. "But they do expect... a lot from you." Her voice drops to a husky murmur as her thumb rubs circles over your length through your pants. "Things have changed so much in the past thirty years... all the women need is something... real..."

She swallows hard, still not used to voicing these things aloud even after all her fantasies about this moment. "They need you... to give them children. But most importantly," she whispers hot into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe, "they want you to make them feel whole again." Her fingers deftly unbuckle your pants before pushing them and your boxers down, freeing your erect cock. "They want to taste what it's like to have a real man inside of them," she whispers, taking the length of you into her mouth, suckling hard on the head. "So give them that."

Your world is spinning out of control as her mouth engulfs you, drawing moans and gasps from your lips as pleasure courses through your body. This isn't how you expected to lose your virginity, but the intensity of feeling, the desperation in her touch... It's too much to resist. You grip her hair, urging her deeper onto you as she expertly works her mouth up and down your shaft. The realization hits you then; it doesn't matter how it happened or what anyone expects. Right now, this moment is all that matters.

Her throaty moans vibrate around your cock as she takes you deeper into her mouth, working you toward the back of her throat with practiced ease. Her hands slide up to grab at your hips, guiding your thrusts deeper inside of her, relishing in the feeling of being filled by a real man for the first time in decades. You can feel the desperation and need coursing through her veins as she sucks you off, and it only serves to fuel your own passion even further.

She releases your cock with a wet pop, panting heavily as she looks up at you with glazed eyes. "Cum for me," she urges breathlessly, reaching between the two of you to stroke your length one last time before taking it in her hand and guiding it toward her waiting mouth. She wants this so badly; the taste of your seed on her tongue is all that matters right now as she readies herself to catch every drop.

Her lips part wider, allowing more room for you to fill them as you spurt your hot cum onto her tongue. She swallows eagerly, moaning around your cock as you empty yourself into her mouth. For a moment, the world stands still as she savors the taste of your essence on her tongue, relishing in the feeling of being truly connected to something real and alive once more. And then, just as suddenly, it all comes rushing back; the realization that

The responsibility that comes with being the last man alive, the knowledge that every orgasm she experiences now is a gift, an opportunity to feel something real and human... It all crashes down on her in an instant, making it hard for her to catch her breath. But she knows what she has to do next; what society expects of her now. With one final nod, she pulls away from you, wiping her mouth delicately before straightening her lab coat and stepping back into her role as a scientist.

"Thank you," she says simply, her voice steady despite the emotional turmoil within. "I'll make sure your... seed is put to good use." And with that, she turns on her heel and walks briskly out of the room, leaving you standing there in shock and awe at what has just transpired.

You take a moment to compose yourself before realizing that this is only the

She pauses at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame as she meets your gaze over her shoulder. "I have duties to attend to," she explains quietly. "But I'll be back later tonight, if you change your mind." There's a hint of desperation in her voice that didn't come through before, and it leaves you wondering what could possibly be more important than the last living man on Earth. For now though, she turns and disappears down the hallway once more, leaving you alone to consider your options.

Correct. All other men were killed during the outbreak of the virus that targeted male fertility. The women took over various roles in society, and their desires changed drastically. Sex bots and trans people became commonplace, but nothing could replace a real man. That's why they did everything they could to keep you alive, even freezing you for decades. Now, it's your job to give them what they need...and what they crave.

A throng of eager women crowds around you, their hands reaching out to touch you, their eyes filled with desire and hope as they vie for your attention. The press corps hypes up the "resurrection" of mankind through your seed, promising untold riches and scientific breakthroughs if you choose to procreate. You are the most sought-after prize in existence, and everyone wants a piece of the last living man on Earth.

But for now, you have time to yourself. What would you like to do?

Your attempt to escape is futile; the press and women are everywhere, blocking your path in every direction. There's no chance of hiding either, as the entire world has been watching your every move since your revival. You are trapped in this new reality, with no choice but to fulfill your role as the last living man on Earth.

You manage to slip away into the bathroom and lock yourself inside one of the stalls. Once you're sure no one is following you, you tear off a piece of paper towel and wrap it around your face, making it difficult for anyone to recognize you without getting too close. Then, taking advantage of the chaos surrounding your departure from the lab, you slip out unnoticed.

Outside in the marketplace, the changes are striking. The air is filled with the sounds of women's laughter and joyous conversation, rather than the typical hum of machinery and beeping alarms. Vibrant colors decorate every shop front, and stalls overflow with fruits, vegetables, toys, and other goods. You blend in easily enough by keeping your head down and wearing a scarf to hide your identity.