I can recall the darkest days of my life. It was only a few months back, as a matter of fact, which is maybe why it is so fresh in my mind, but all the same it was a horrible ordeal that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. My girlfriend and I had been trying for over a year to get pregnant. We were getting really frustrated and she brought up the notion of going to see a fertility specialist, which is a doctor that can help you get pregnant if are having trouble. I agreed and we visited the clinic. They decided to test us both to see if one of us were infertile. Sure enough, the culprit was me. I can remember almost crying when I saw the test results. In the corner, stamped on the paper, was a phrase that said 'men low sperm count'. I was devastated. It took a while for me to even look my girlfriend in the eye. I couldn't believe what was happening. She was a sweetheart, standing by me and supporting me. That's why I love her so much. I was in a pretty bad depression for weeks, and she insisted that we still have sex because there was still the off chance of us actually having a kid. For a while, I just couldn't do it. I had the feeling that she would look in my eyes and just see the words men low sperm count.

My girlfriend was being wonderful and supportive during my darkest hours, and I wondered if I was being selfish. Here she was, trying to put on a game face and keep trying. Keep fighting the good fight. If I wouldn't even try with her, what was there that would stop her from finding a man who was actually virile and could give her the child I never could? The thought ate me up inside. I decided to visit the clinic, the same clinic that branded me as men low sperm count, and this time I went alone. I asked what kind of supplements were available to a guy like me, and she suggested a couple. This was a pretty exciting period for me and my gal, and we started to have regular sex, in order to have a child. Unfortunately, a couple more months passed and there was nothing. We visited the old men low sperm count house and I took another test. My sperm rate had increased slightly, but apparently even that wasn't enough for my wife's very selective eggs.

I was once again in a funk, and I even contemplated suicide. A dear friend of mine named Bill came over to console me. He tried to cheer me up by telling me funny stories about his sexual conquests. As we chatted on, he brought up the name MoneyShot Pills. I asked what they were and he said that they were pills that make you come more. They are supplements that increase the amount of semen in your body so that you shoot out more. He was taking them because he liked the idea of shooting vast amounts of jizz onto girls' chests and faces, but suddenly my mind started racing. If sperm exists in semen, then wouldn't a larger amount of semen mean a larger amount of sperm? I wasn't sure, but I knew there was really nothing to lose. Why the fuck not give it a shot, am I right?

I ordered a bottle and i figured, if this fails, at least I can see what its like to come the way Bill was describing. Me and my girl waited for her ovulation period to start and I popped the pills and away we went, fucking like kids. When I nutted, we were both astonished. It was at least twice what I would normally discharge. And each subsequent ejaculation that night stayed just as heavy, where a normal ejaculation would run out at that point. I don't know if it was the MoneyShot or not, but my girlfriend, who is now my wife, told me two months ago that we were expecting. I have never been happier in my life.