Later on you wind up getting messages from Riley, Harper, and the redhead... (inc. pictures)

Thanks to the tracking software involved in the bet, you are aware that your first day selling test answer keys was the third most (re)productive day of your life so far. Your balls had really been at the top of their game that day. Every single one of the half a dozen schoolgirls who'd agreed to fuck (with protection, of course) in exchange for helping them cheat on their midterm tests, had ended up flunking their pregnancy tests the following month. And they were good girls, too. It's been eight months now, and all of them are still registering as pregnant.

The window for termination on any clinic in the sector has long since passed. In trading a single brief "cram session" with you for the chance to avoid having to spend long nights studying and practicing their academic skills, all 6 of those stunningly gorgeous girls are going to be performing a different kind of "labor" as a make-up session.

Idly, you glance at a couple of the names who haven't contacted you. One was a skinny, petite strawberry blonde girl with long hair, whose name you didn't catch at the time, but who you now see is named Chloe. When you met up with her in the library, just like Riley a few hours earlier, you'd almost had an attack of conscience and broke it off on account of how cute and innocent she looked. She was even dressed more conservatively than most other students, with a polo shirt and a knee-length skirt that didn't show off any midriff, as well as practical sneakers and knee-socks instead of silk stockings and high heels.

But your hesitation just made her think you were playing hard to get and before you'd known it, you had been jamming your hand down her white cotton panties while she stroked your hardening cock and massaged your balls, and it was all over for her at that point. Considering how much noise you'd made picking her up and pinning her against a bookshelf while she wrapped her legs around your waist, it's a wonder that mature fox of a librarian didn't spot you sooner. Or maybe she did, and she enjoyed watching... including when Chloe freaked out after seeing the torn condom bunched up around the base of your cock. She'd had the cutest pout while she waddled off to the bathroom trying to keep herself from dribbling cum on the library carpet, telling you to wait until she got back so you could discuss what to do next (needless to say, you hadn't stuck around). It's too bad Chloe either couldn't find your contact info or chose not to. It'd be nice to see if she gained a full cup size now that she's 8 months pregnant.

Part of the reason you hadn't waited around to mollify Chloe was because you'd already been meeting up with your last contact of that eventful first day, a tall brunette named Brittany who'd just finished practice with the basketball team. It seems she was just as lazy about sports as about studying, as she ended up working up much more of a sweat with you than she had at practice. She'd kept wearing her striped athletic socks and sneakers and her red sweatband. Even if she wasn't much of a player on the court, in a private locker room with you, she'd gotten some very good practice 'dribbling' - specifically, dribbling juice from her shaved cunt on the two balls between your legs while bouncing furiously on your cock. Her cheerful and playful demeanor had gone out the window when you'd let yourself slip and shouted "Augghhhh, yes! Get pregnant!" when you blew your load, telling you to not even joke about that as she stopped bouncing... only to soon learn it was no joke.

When Brittany saw the string of gooey cum stretching between your deflating cock and her pussy when she stood up off your lap, she was swearing up a storm, but you didn't get to hear much of it as she ran for the showers at a dead sprint. Washing up in the shower hadn't done her any more good than Jessica the previous day, and now, from looking at the photo of the basketball team, it seems Brittany's choice of riding your cock for test answers has consigned her to riding the bench for the rest of the school year. Her jersey looks like it has a basketball stuffed down the front of it as her formerly flat tummy strains against the fabric. Actually, about a third of the whole basketball team is in the same condition as she is - it seems those feisty ball players were popular targets for the sugar daddies that week. Either way, like Chloe, Brittany couldn't or didn't ever track you down.

The other three, however, did.

There's no other attached text, but the point of Riley's message seems to be pretty clear. You feel a pleasant flush rising in your chest and neck as you look at the beach-ball-like sphere straining against the front of her green tee-shirt. Her bust size doesn't seem to have gone up very much from the tiny mounds she'd had when you fucked her, though the folds in her shirt produced by her protruding belly makes it hard to tell. She's adopted a shorter, more low-maintenance haircut too. This message came through very recently, mere days ago.

You click your tongue. "Lawyer? How rude. I suppose this'll have to be an impersonal all-business correspondence. Such a shame." you tap the button and send some boilerplate delaying-tactic documents, deciding you'll sort that out after you've conquered Claire.

The second is from the pale redhead you'd railed from behind when she bent over in a deserted hallway. That'd been enticingly risky. Though, even more risky for the sexy sophomore doing the bending over, as the crop-top stretched over her round, full abdomen and swollen tits attests to. Her bosom was only average size when she bent over for you, but that's changed in a big way - she's easily overtaken you, with a little help from your little swimmers.

It seems her real name is 'Kandyce' - and she would very much like you to know she's extremely pregnant with your son, and due to give birth in a month's time. Unlike Riley, Blake and Jessica before her, Kandyce still seems to think it was a genuine accident. In the short attached message she's resigned about the situation, saying that since she's an only child, her older family members would've been tapping their feet until she produced an heir anyway. She seems to be taking the 'honey' rather than 'vinegar' tactic and says that even though she didn't plan on circumstances like this, she wouldn't mind getting married, as long as it's "proper and Godly" from now on.... while hinting about how she's the sole inheritor of her family's property. Since the Milky Way Church's idea of 'proper and Godly' marriage for futas means permanent blue balls, it's a non-starter, of course. And being the sole heir to some valuable property isn't such an impressive incentive when her parents are likely to live to be icosagenarians (the technical term for a person older than 200).

Lastly, one who you've been looking forward to checking up on, is one of your absolute favorites from your visit to St. Vivians Academy. It's tough to play favorites, and you couldn't pick just one as the high point of your visit... but Harper is definitely up there. Despite being a college freshman, the stacked, statuesque blonde knockout had more impressive sexual skills than most of the professional sex workers you've been with, and that was a long list even before you started this bet.

Whatever she ended up majoring in, it'll be a shame if Harper doesn't work at least a few years as a porn star first before starting a boring business or academic career. She has a rare talent for cock-sucking and cock-riding. And now that she's good and knocked up, those huge tits of hers, now swollen with milk to something like a double G cup size, she'd get top billing on the holodisc jackets.

Alas, considering the tone of her message, suggesting that career choice to Harper probably wouldn't go over well. Unlike Riley who was making demands and threatening to get lawyers involved, or Kandyce who was trying to cajole you, Harper's message is a short, angry, and rather blunt ultimatum:

The young blonde bombshell is dressed more conservatively than when you met (and fucked) her, but the grey shirt she's in can't hide the lewd swell of her expanded bustline or her heavily pregnant tummy. On an exceptionally tall, full-figured young woman like her, the pregnancy bulge looks slightly smaller than for the petite Riley, but it's still pretty eye-catching. It seems like her message was composed quickly and in anger. Aside from the text in the image, the only other thing she writes is "MONEY. NOW. OR MY MOM AND DAD GET THIS CONTACT INFO."

That's straightforward enough. Sure, she has a bratty attitude, but you're not exactly one to judge. You tell the computer to set up a recurring monthly transfer of a thousand credits to her. As a matter of fact, you're tempted to send a message to her parents pointing out how badly their apparent strategy of making Harper appreciate the value of money by restricting her to a modest allowance had backfired. They might not get roped into helping change messy diapers and wipe up baby puke while their daughter finishes out her schooling, if they'd just been a little more generous with money for 'living expenses'. But that would REALLY be tempting fate.