[M4GM] Last Will and Testament: A Dying Man's Desperate Legacy of Lies, Broken Condoms, and Swelling Bellies

For Billy Dalton, the news of his impending death arrived in the least dignified way imaginable. There he was, sitting in one of those a paper-thin gowns, his bare ass stuck to the cold vinyl of an examination table as the doctor delivered the verdict:

Brain tumor. Inoperable. Six weeks, maybe less.

In such circumstances, it would be perfectly reasonable to cry. To rage. To bargain or pray, even. Strangely enough, Billy Dalton did none of these things. He simply sat there and let it wash over him. Still. Silent.

But not all was as calm as it seemed, for a tectonic shattering was taking place just below that stony exterior.  For the first time, Dalton saw his life with a brutal kind of clarity... and he did not like what he saw. Decades spent chasing hollow promotions and empty corporate milestones. A life of spreadsheets, attaboys, and office parties that meant nothing. And the big happy family he always promised himself he’d start someday? Still in the planning stage.

No children. No legacy. Nothing to outlast his faulty mortal form. His mind twisted around that truth—tightened and coiled until it cracked.

And then came the plan. Dalton knew the answer to his problem lie in procreation. Fathering a child. Passing his name and DNA into the future. The solution seemed simple, at least at first. Find some cheap bar floozy and knock her up. But what if it didn't take? What if something went wrong? There were too many variables beyond his control to entrust it all to one singular hail mary. And so he approached it with the same cold pragmatism he once applied to quarterly reports and team metrics: maximize output. Optimize reach. Strip away everything nonessential.

He quit his job. Liquidated his accounts. Now, with a terminal clock ticking inside his skull, Billy Dalton committed himself to planting as many seeds as he could. Any woman he came across was a potential target. Hitchhikers. Hookups. Even the homeless. And since he didn't have to concern himself with the consequences, he could act freely. No trick too dirty, no moral too sturdy. 

Six weeks wasn't long enough to raise a family, but it was certainly long enough to start a few...

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Hello! Today, I am looking for a detailed, enthusiastic (and kinky!) writer who is interested in joining me in telling the tale of a dying man's mad plan. With oblivion looming, mild-mannered Billy Dalton plans to spend his last days impregnating as many women as possible, consequences be damned.

(Note: the main character can be either male or futa. Whatever floats your boat!)

Ideally, this would be a longer-termed, GM style RP with multiple scenes and characters. Whether or not Billy lasts the full six weeks or meets some sort of earlier trouble is up for discussion. In general, I am more than happy to share ideas and brainstorm together.

In short, please feel free to reach out if this premise interests you! I only ask that you include your kinks (the less, the better!) and limits in your opening message, and maybe a few story ideas. Hope to hear from you soon!