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Chapter 11 by CarlTheCarl CarlTheCarl

How does your day go?

A few months later (an end)

You shoo the crying Jessica out the door. The clothing she had when she came to you doesn't fit anymore because of the baby bulge that is starting to form. She runs crying down the street and you just sigh as you close the door. You go and sit on your throne, the women letting out moans and draping their arms over you as you sit on them. You gesture and Mary comes waddling over to you, and you drink some of her milk as you gently stroke her pregnant belly.

You look at the women around you and frown at the woman that is standing next to the couch wearing nothing but a lampshade for a hat. Did she sneak in? Some women do that sometimes. You sigh and think about what, or who, you want to do for today.

(If someone wants to continue feel free. This was started as a literal parody of the opening premise and i accidentalied forniphilia, but Im done, this fetish isn't really for me.)

The End?

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