The Royal Harem The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version chapter 4 by Rokaido2

The Shrinking Virus was both a blessing and a curse to your little island kingdom. When you ascended to the role of King of Onfarya seven years ago, the country was facing economic stagnation. There was widespread discontent among the populace. Revolts seemed inevitable and there wasn't much you to could do to address your people's problems.  

Then the Shrinking Virus occurred. It swept across the world, shrinking vast swaths of the population to a mere inch tall. It eventually hit Onfarya. Strangely, 99.9% of the victims were women. Ironically, the pandemic ended up being what saved the island and your grip on power. With half of the workforce shrunk, wages doubled in value and the economy improved significantly. Onfarya also developed a new profitable business in the form of slave markets. Many of the shrunken women were caged and sold in these markets as pets, food or test subjects to foreign buyers.  

While the the effects of the virus worked out for you in the short term, it became detrimental to you in the long term. As a king, you had to produce an heir, but that was no longer possible now that women were effectively non-existent in Onfarya. Most of the women were sold away or killed. A few were hidden away under the protection of their families. Those who hadn't shrunk yet fled the island in fear that something on the island was causing them to shrink. You spent so much time saving your island from crisis, but it cost you the chance of finding a wife and a male heir. You were a charmer in your youth. No woman could resist you, you always knew how to make them feel at ease. Unfortunately, you merrymaking had to end as your father piled responsibilities onto your shoulders. You were sure it was simply because he was disgusted by your womanizing rather than preparing you for leadership. Not like the island was in a good place under his rule. You loved women more than anything in the world, but you had prioritize the economic stability of the island.  

Now that life on Onfarya had returned to normalcy, you had more free time on your hands. You spent that time looking for a potential wife, but to your horror, there were no women left on the island. To the men of the island, the virus gave them little slaves they could do whatever they wanted with and once they outlived their use, they could be eaten or sold away. To you, it was unimaginable tragedy. No more women to love and very soon, the royal bloodline will end with you. 

Fortunately, this new world order still had options. You could simply purchase shrunken women online. You found a plucky ginger American woman at ripe breeding age. Gingers were always your favorite and you had a thing for American accents. You purchased her for $500 with two other women bundled with her for free. Two black-haired American sisters. It was a good deal, the other two could serve as maids to your ginger bride. They were delivered safely to your castle within a week. 

As expected, your relationship was off to rough start. All three were initially terrified of you. Fortunately, all you had to do was turn on the old Strong charm and within a week, they couldn't imagine life without you. Your ginger lover, who was called Lucina fell for your charms and was perfectly willing to bare you a child. Apparently, she desired to become a mother before shrinking. As for the sisters, Illithyia and Hebe, they just needed to be reassured that they would be safe and they were happy to care for Lucina during her pregnancy. Lucina gave birth to a healthy baby boy. You named your tiny son, Atrom. With his birth, the royal bloodline could continue. 

That's how the arrangement was supposed to go, but one day you couldn't help yourself and you ended up impregnating the sisters too. Your little wife wasn't too pleased with this act of reckless adultery, but she gradually softened to this new arrangement, especially after seeing how much her son adored his half-siblings. You even gave her compensatory sex, resulting in another child.

That was the beginning of your little harem, now you have 3182 little wives and the countless children they birthed. Being king felt more like a side hustle to you, your real job was being a father. A new shipment of shrunken women arrived today. 70 new wives to love and protect. You undertook the trust-building process, hugging them, kissing them, providing them food and water, letting them cry and scream into your chest, releasing all of their pain. By the end, they thought of you not as their new owner, but their savior. Next, you...