And so it goes, a meta-thematic multi-phasal wave of self-propagating narrative paracausality, warping each universe it touches towards the same end. In particular, the below base universes and a handful of others, namely those of Overwatch, Cyberpunk 2077, various heroic universes, and more have been afflicted with strange tendencies, veering from the familiar worldlines you may know to converge on the one idea: the only way to save the world is through messy, slutty, pornified breeding sex, performed by statuesque and modified bimbos and massive-cocked short kings. 

Which will you choose? Pick one, or ask for another. The multiverse is vast. Choose a famous identity for yourself and come ready to discuss how this multiversal wave is encroaching on your new home reality.

Bring your kinks and limits when you contact me. As far as I'm concerned, big sub/ small dom, gentle dom, massive sexual characteristics, physical bimbofication, light mental bimbofication, unconcerned/ oblivious sexual content, common sense into common obliviousness, hyperspermia, breeding/ impregnation, casual degradation, sloppy hot messy sex, corruption, and hints of romance and conspiracy are on the table, with room for a few more. Who am I to dictate this, you ask? I'm the Cock. The Dick. The one that seems to be everywhere across the Multiverse, the one who will knock you up. I can be cruel or kind or brave or shy, but I'm usually a gentle man, and I'll be there. We'll discuss it. Read on. The multiverse awaits. 

And to whom it may concern: all parties mentioned and implicated within this post are above eighteen years old and are consenting adults. 

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Hermione Granger frowns as she reads through the proposal that's been presented to her. As the youngest ever Minister of Magic at twenty-five, she does possess veto power, but this isn't the great chamber of the Wizengamot. It's merely her office, as both the Light and Dark faction leaders sit opposite her, awaiting her judgment before this issue is brought to debate. She's not even frowning because of the content of the proposal. She's frowning because, well... It makes sense in a way things haven't in a long time. And she wishes it didn't.

Wizards and witches need to reproduce more to ensure that the Wizarding world doesn't go the way of the dodo. Even the Purebloods, with their vile obsession over their so-called purity limping on after the war, understand the vital need to repopulate, even if they don't know what a dodo is. And after the travesties that have struck their society, it's clear that if something doesn't change soon, there will be no streams of shoppers in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, no full houses at Hogwarts. 

The proposal is simple: a new Ministerial Department of Breeding Intelligently for Magical Britain's Objectives, formed for the explicit purpose of reproducing as much and as often as possible, and ensuring that all subsequent newborns are cared for until they reach their majority. There are, of course, a host of concerns, such as budget, and where such a Department would be located, and who they would bring onboard to staff it, as well as the standard logistical issues beginning such a vital, long-term project would demand, but... Outside of those issues, Hermione can't really find a problem with the proposal. 

Sure, some witches may not enjoy permanently becoming six-foot tall Breeders with hips and asses wider than their shoulders and big fat tits that only plumpen with time and a womb that magically ensures at least triplets if not quintuplets, but that's a preference, and they wouldn't hire people uninterested in becoming soft wobbling Breeders in the first place. She's also aware that some if not most wizards would no doubt see sweating and rutting with thick, meaty megaphalluses for hours on end to spew out thick loads of magically enhanced, perfect genetic cock-cream with each climax as... Well, servant's work. Beneath them. Any action that took more effort than flicking a wand was too much for most of them nowadays. They might have to recruit from overseas, or increase the suggested pay...

The most galling thing to her, in honesty, was that in order to join as a Breeder in the Department of B.I.M.B.O., she'd have to quit her job as Minister of Magic. Becoming a Breeder would be a full time commitment, but it couldn't be helped. This was what their society needed, more than it had ever, perhaps, needed any other thing. Looking back up at her fellow Ministry leaders, Susan Bones for the Light faction and Daphne Greengrass for the Dark, two intelligent and fierce witches from her own year back at Hogwarts, she sees the same conclusion in their eyes as the one she'd just had. "Get this in the docket, first thing of the new Wizengamot meeting," she tells her aide, who takes it and quickly leaves the room, before she rubs her temples. "Alright, you two..."

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"...what the hell is this?"

Shepard can hardly make heads or tails of the new non-militarized branch of the Systems Alliance she's been suggested assignation to (because who exactly is going to tell the Reaper-Slayer what she's going to do is a matter that no one, Council or Alliance, has finished debating), passing the data over to Liara T'soni via her omni-tool. The once Shadow Broker takes the data and tears through it at a pace that a hungry krogan at a buffet couldn't match, before she turns back to her dear friends. "Exactly what you think, Shepard," her soft voice states.

Miranda Lawson scoffs and sips from her enormous mint julep tea as the sun presses down on them all. "They should be glad Cerberus isn't around to force their hands before now. The Illusive Man would never have sat on information like this without half a dozen cells already working on solutions."

"You knew about this?" Shepard asks, before remembering who she's talking to. "Of course you did."

"It was obvious if you had eyes to see," the former terrorist operative turned spy dismisses with a lazy wave of her hand. "The Illusive Man had even considered something similar, even with the best case scenario post-Reaper invasion occurring. Obviously, we all did well, but..." She frowns into her drink. Surprisingly, it's Jack who picks up her words.

"...but the rest of the fuckin' galaxy got reamed up the ass dry, and even the Alliance ain't fully steady," the psychotic biotic says with a snort before taking another deep draw from her beer. "Surprised your people ain't called you back yet, Princess vas Normandy."

"They tried," Tali'Zorah remarks, watching the Commander closely. "I told them to go through Shepard first. Now they only ask once a month, instead of every day."

Liara watches Shepard too. The thoughts on her face forming and erasing as fast as any she's seen in a firefight. "Shepard?" She asks quietly.

When the woman she cares for more than any other lifts her face, she finds what she's always found in the face of grim news-- determination. "If there's a population crisis this bad, Liara, and this new branch of the Alliance is supposed to handle it..." The red haired woman lets out a sigh before smiling softly. "Well. That's where I'll be."

"It'll be a lifetime's work, according to the scans of this new genetic retrovirus and the employment contracts my people have managed to gather," Miranda says with a yawn before sitting up from her pool chair. "We'll have our work cut out for us-- mutagenic wombs that can support multiple fetuses from nearly any sapient in the galaxy, enormous bodies with abundant mammary and lactation tissue as well as enhanced gluteal fat and nutrient storage, the degradation of muscle fibers and fighting memories to support new reproductive instincts... I don't know how any male will be able to live with the absurdly enhanced testicles and penis that will be part of their onboarding package if they make the sacrifice to join the Alliance's new Breeding Integration for Macrogalactic Betterment Operations, but I suppose someone will step up eventually."

"Hmm." Liara looks up from her second pass at the data. "It appears the Alliance is desperate enough to extend this possible employment opportunity to other favorable species beyond humans, Shepard. Could you use a young Asari maiden and a Quarian only a few years done with her pilgrimage by your side for this?"

Shepard exhales a breath she didn't know she was holding, and feels that maybe, just maybe, if she and her companions work hard, then... Maybe this would be the last great crisis the galaxy sees in her lifetime. At the very least, they'll make a difference. "You know I could, Liara." She smiles, confident in her decision to join the B.I.M.B.O. and save the galaxy again. "No better team than this one when...

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"...there's so much we need to do!"

Ruby Rose is practically bouncing off the walls of Beacon Academy as she thinks about the news she just heard, while her older sister Yang Xiao Long watches dispassionately as the university's structural integrity is given a work out. "Rubes, give it a rest. Sure, this new City is opening its doors to anyone that's willing to join, and sure, this is more heroic--"

"Than hunting the dwindling Grimm population could ever be!" the young woman finishes with an excited twirl as she rockets across their team room, packing her bags. "Yang, think about it, think of all the people who would owe their lives to me? Who would be able to say that if it wasn't for Ruby Rose, they might never have met their loved ones, enjoyed a sunrise? This is... This is huge, Yang! This is a chance to do something that matters!" She stops in front of her sister to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. "Yang, this is bigger than... Than cookies!"

The tall blonde sighs. "You're a Huntress, Rubes, and finally just hit twenty besides, I can't tell you what to do anymore, and obviously Oz has signed off on all of this... Just, are you sure? Living in a comfy fortress city and being..." Her amethyst eyes track over the information on her scroll. "...semblance-enhanced to carry multiple pregnancies, with unavoidable side-effects of increased growth in maternal-related areas, while dealing with the... Wait, any guy that is brave enough to have his junk enhanced that big and carry balls that heavy and spend his days doing all this would actually be pretty cool to meet."

"Who would be cool, Yang?" Weiss Schnee asks as she and Blake Belladonna make their way inside the room, only to freeze at the sight of Ruby's packed suitcase, both the older girls' intelligence putting the pieces together. "Ruby... You're really going?"

"No one's seen a Grimm pool or even something close since Jaune dove into that massive one," their leader says with a solemn seriousness that looks out of place on the young woman's features. "If I want to make a mark on the world... the City of Blessed Inspiration of Mating Becomes Overwhelming is where I need to go. Being a Huntress... I wanted to be a hero. This is different, and it's scary, but..."

"But you won't go alone," Blake interrupts, her cat ears pointed firmly at her friend. "After all... What are friends for?"

"Indeed!" Weiss says with a confident smile. "Though admittance to their City may require permanent residence for life for those not born within it, there is no need to lose the companions you've gained here! And it's not like the Schnee Dust Company can't plant itself in the City of BIMBO once I inherit it! Hmm, inheritance past me may be an issue though..."

Yang rolls her eyes. "Ugh, I was getting to that part with her, you guys." Stepping up to Ruby, she brings her in a headlock before ruffling her hair. "Can't get rid of us that easily, sis. C'mon, help us pack."

[M4F] All Across the Multiverse, Narrative and Rational Logic is Warping to Focus on Institutionalized Breeding Bimbos...