Free use: Pregnant Women (1A), Impregnation, age 18-50 (1B), 2B

You explain your idea to Charles, as he looks at you and nods.

“So…” he says, taking a sip of his tea. “Let me make sure that I’ve got everything; You would like a world where you alone have free access to any women who are pregnant (that’s 1A). All men would be allowed to impregnate women between the ages of 18 and 50 (that’s 1B). Finally, all of this will be given basic acknowledgment (that’s 2B). Did I get all of that right?”

You nod your assent.

“I have to ask, why let any man impregnate women?” Charles asks. “I’d have thought that you’d have taken everything for yourself.”

“I thought that I would be a bit generous...” you start to say.

Charles cocks an eyebrow at you.

“And it would make more pregnant women for me.” you finish sheepishly.

“Well, I can’t fault the logic there. And generosity shouldn’t be discouraged, no matter the reason.” Charles says. You’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic. “What’s the problem?” he asks, when you give him an odd look.

“Well, I thought that you’d have something say about my request,” you say, confused.

“What? You want the chance to fuck tons of preggo, anywhere you want, right? Who am I to judge? Anyway, this is all for you. No matter how weird and laughable I think your fetishes are, it has no bearing on whether or not we’re going to make it happen.” Now you’re pretty sure he’s being sarcastic.

You can’t think of a retort before Charles gives you another nod and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where men can go around impregnating women, In a world where pregnant women are yours to use however you wish… in a world where that's all perfectly normal, where no one would think twice about such things happening right in front of them...where do you want to be?