Date night.

The hard cock slides over your tongue as it journeys into your throat. You were on your way home when a regular asked for a quick blowjob. You need all the work you can get right now, business has been slow. You were heading home early, because tonight Cora was going to take you out to a fancy restaurant. She said she had something important to tell you. You were a mess from working all morning, you only happened upon a couple clients but they made quite the mess.

He pulls his cock from your mouth stroking himself. His cock erupts, shooting strands of cum across your face. You keep your left eye closed to prevent the cum from getting in your eye. With one eye open, you stare up at your regular. “Hey, listen. I don’t think I can do this anymore you know because of the,” he trailers off pointing at your body. You rest your hands against your stomach, self conscious of your current state. “I mean birth control is so cheap, how does a whore let that happen to her?”

You rub your pregnant belly with one hand as the other accepts payment. “I did use birth control,” you start to explain but he’s already gone. You wipe your face clean before slowly pulling yourself to your feet. Another client gone, this pregnancy is really cutting into your profit margin. At this rate you’re barely keeping up with the interest, let alone all the medical expenses you’re racking up due to the pregnancy. Luckily, Cora is paying for the rent.

You remember the night 6 months ago. On Cora’s birthday you and her had taken an Rx each. She grew a cock, and at the time it seemed as if your pussy was just demanding to be stuffed. But it turns out the heat you had felt was your body burning through all of your birth control. Meaning that you were left in a very fertile state before a night full of creampies. A perfect formula for getting pregnant.

Your phone buzzes and you stop to check it. It’s Richard. He’s one of your regulars who actually became more interested after you started showing. He’s asking if you can meet up at his place. You do have some time before you need to get back, plus you do need the money. You change course, taking a detour by Richard’s place.

Richard’s hands rub over your feet. He had always been into your feet, it was weird at first and tickled. But now it’s flattering and makes you feel better about your swollen ankles. Plus you’re not one to turn down being paid to get a foot massage. You lay on his bed as he spends time sucking your toes.

He withdraws his tongue from between your toes, before climbing up your legs. He quickly plunges his cock into your pussy, his hands grabbing your baby bump. His eagerness seems to grow as your belly does. He thrusts into you as he continues caressing your stomach, occasionally grabbing your tits.

It feels nice being wanted by a man. Cora still makes you feel wanted, but at times you can’t help but think it’s just because she’s your girlfriend, as well as the father… mother… parent of your child to be.

Richard’s movements become **** before slamming himself into you fully. Your pussy being filled with his semen. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. He kisses your belly before reaching for his phone. He taps your wrist paying you for your services.

You gather your stuff and make your way home for a shower and maybe a little nap before your date with Cora.

You wanted to dress fancy for the night, but your amount of fancy dresses was extremely limited due to your growing stomach. You sit alone in the restaurant waiting for Cora to arrive. You’ve ordered drinks for the both of you. You check your phone looking for any messages from your girlfriend. Then you see the flash of her blonde hair making its way through the crowd.

When she comes into view you’re surprised to see her not dressed up. She is wearing sweatpants and a baggy tshirt. How the hell did she get those clothes past Parks’ filter? Is that what she wanted to tell you? That she found a way to wear comfortable clothes? You’re excited at the prospect.

Cora leans over kissing you. “Hey sexiness, notice anything different?” Cora asks as she takes a seat across from you.

“Uh, yea. How’d you get to wear sweatpants? Is Parks dead? Did you hack the system?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

“You beautiful temptress, it’s nothing like that,” she says brushing her hair behind her ear. And that’s when you see it. You were distracted by her unusual outfit. Her wrist is bare, her tracker is gone!

“Oh, my god. I didn’t know you were that close to being paid off,” you excitedly say after finally figuring it out. Then without warning you start crying.

“Hey, why are you crying? This is a good thing, let’s celebrate.”

“But now, but now you’re going to leave. You’re going to leave and I’m going to be all alone, again,” at this point your tears are undeniable.

“Oh no, no, no. I’m not going anywhere, you goddess among men.” Cora makes her way around the table to cradle your head in her arms. “Why would you think I would leave?”

“You, you, said you said you wanted to work at the Safari Zone. And I can’t leave Pewter City, and you’ll be in Fuchsia,” you continue to bawl into Cora’s soft tshirt.

“Oh my, yes I did say that. But hey look at me,” she pulls your chin up so you’re looking into her eyes, “I’m not going anywhere, I love you. That’s an old dream, chances are I wasn’t ever going to follow through with that anyways. But I’m definitely not now. I have an amazing, and super hot girlfriend plus I’m going to be a mother. So let’s celebrate.”

You feel a little better now, “Oh thank god, I don’t think I could’ve done this alone.” You rest your head against her chest taking a moment to gather yourself as Cora strokes your hair. Until the waiter returns to take your order. She takes her seat again and the both of you order your meals.

“So Parks said I can still whore when I want. He gave me a bracelet I can take on and off when I want to. Obviously I’m not tied to his dress code anymore,” she says motioning to her frumpy outfit, “except when I’m working for him. Plus when I do whore, I’ll be getting a bigger cut. I’ll probably still need to whore a bit, until I can find a steady job. And we can start putting my extra money towards your debt.” Cora is excited, while picking at the free rolls.

You smile watching Cora get excited about the future. You rub your belly, thinking of how you still have years worth of debt to work off. You’re happy for her, but it also serves as a reminder that you have so long to go. You realize you haven’t been listening to her for a bit.

“And I’ll probably keep visiting Berty as long as he’s still kicking,” Cora goes on. “Petey will probably be sad to hear the news. I might have to give him a going out of business surprise,” you laugh at your girlfriend’s soft spot for the alcoholic homeless man.

The meal is delicious. The night is amazing. When you make it home, you and Cora curl up on the couch. Cora whispering to your stomach, talking to her future kid.