First a conversation

As you get back to Aimee and Gwen you look at Gwen. She's kind of staring at you forlornly, and Aimee looks to be trying to comfort her. You hear Lea gasp and walk over to the girls, "What's wrong Gwen?"

Gwen focus' on her friend, "I...Lea...do you think we can find a different way to get our friends back?"

"Why?"

"I don't want my baby to grow up without a dad...and...and Aimee said he's a good man. She says she could always tell. And....and...after the initial shock of being ****...I kinda did grow to like it. His cock spurting into me...

"You liked it?" Lea asks, glancing at you.

"Okay...I loved his cock filling me up. I...I don't know if it's the disease but...I'm horny. I loved him filling me up. Filling me with his cock, and filling me with his cum. I...at the end I wanted him to keep fucking me, to keep giving me that pleasure. To forget about the world and live in that pleasure zone. Please... I love Stacy, Meridith, and Bea...but we need him...when I start rounding out I won't be able to protect myself...and what if he made us all pregnant? What are three preggos going to do by ourselves?" Gwen says, tears streaking down her face by the end of her spiel.

You stare at the girls, looking at you now as their protector. "How about this, we go to this Jacqueline's Boutique, get Aimee some clothes and then we can scout out the Militia...if it looks too hard we can always get out of there." Lea says, absentmindedly rubbing her belly. "One thing we can do is try and get a working vehicle to get out of the city. Head south. I don't know much about giving birth if it comes to that, but..."

"That is okay, I am a nursing student. I know the basics." Aimee says, her full lips in a smirk directed at you. "We have time to figure this all out. Nine months n fact."

"How do you know you're pregnant?" You ask Gwen. It has, after all been less then twenty four hours since...

"Since I was thirteen my cycle has been the same. Starting two days ago I was at my most fertile. I know I'm pregnant." Gwen answers, giving you a tumultuous smile. She was obviously trying to be the sweet girl to make you fall for her, but you still can't trust your feelings. If she is pregnant with your child... "But you're right about the clothes, Aimee's been sitting here in her toga and I've been fighting the urge to touch her." Gwen says, with a deep blush.

Aimee bites her lip, "Thank you. I'm flattered. But you didn't have to fight the urge. I'm not too experienced in woman love, but...I wouldn't have objected if it would have made you feel better." the French girl says, quietly.

"Before this gets out of hand, either in reality or, at least in my imagination," The girls titter at that, with Aimee saying 'Men'. "Let's get some clothes for you Aimee, and perhaps some spares for the rest of us so we don't start offending people...or signaling where we are to the militia's."