Nothing. You just wait until the expo starts

Life has its way of flying by without you even being aware of it. Before you even know it the day of the expo has come. You wish you'd taken more advantage of the weeks to spend time with Sam and Ashley, but you don't really have a good excuse. Oh, well, you've got as long as you want in that department. For now, you've got the few days of the expo.

You go to bed early to ensure you're well-rested for the first day and unsurprisingly you wake up early, too. So you decide to just drive to the games expo anyways. You can wait there, and maybe you'll be able to get in early. You grab your pass and head out.

You drive to the games expo and park in the parking log, again marveling at how many events seem to be occurring within driving distance. Walking from your car to the front doors of the arena you can see the crowd already starting to form in the early-morning. The doors won't be open for general admission for a couple hours yet, but there's still booths to setup, events and rooms with last-minute reorganizing, and as a VIP you can enter early. Everyone else has already started to enjoy themselves outside while waiting.

There's cosplayers, of course. A lot of them, though with this being a games' expo more of them seem to be from video game franchises than films or anime, but it's not rally a problem. You see a number of scantily-clad girls from various fighting games, a buxom raven-haired beauty with a white tank-top and fighter's gloves, and a number of sexy plays off of various video game heroes. You step up to the black-haired fighter.

"Nice costume!" you say.

"Thanks! I worked really hard on trying to match the new remake," she responds, smiling.

"Well, you've certainly got the figure for it!"

Her smile instantly freezes to ice. "Fuck off!" she says, turning away from you to her friends. You're confused for a bit until you realize the expo hasn't technically started yet. You try to offer a quick apology but she's ignoring you.

Oh, well. Might as well head inside if you can: maybe things will be different once you're in the building?

"Hey, John!"

You turn and waiting in the lines you see Rachel, Sam and Ashley's friend from earlier. In fact, you first met the two of them while you were spunking inside of her. She's not looking very happy. "Hi, Rachel, how's it going?"

"I'm weeks late and my boobs are swelling, how do you think I'm doing?" she asks, pointing to her chest for emphasis. You can't really recall right then if she had been chesty before or not, but in her futuristic cosplay her cleavage is looking good.

"I think you look nice," you say. She leave the crowd and step towards you. Uh-oh, this isn't the sort of interaction you'd wanted. "How's it going otherwise?" You begin to just walk towards the entryway. Maybe you can lose her through the VIP entrance...

"Well, I had to hear from Ashley about what happened to Sam. What the hell is up with that?"

You shrug. "It's complicated."

"Fuck that, it's weird. Apparently she went out and changed her whole wardrobe because you said she should show her body off more?"

You reach the doors, which are still closed. An attendant holds up his hand to you: "Sorry, man, we won't be opening for a few more minutes." Then he spies your pass and adds, "Wow! My mistake, sir. It's a bit early, but if you want to come in now you're more than welcome to."

Rachel stops, still frustrated. You're not sure if she even really knows what she wants to do to you; she's upset but not really angry. "Fine, but if we meet up inside can we talk more about what is going on?" She turns to walk away and the guard looks confused and asks her why she's leaving.

You're also confused, so he asks you to read your pass. You flip it up and can now see a small phrase near the bottom that you can swear didn't exist yesterday. Benefits can be shared or revoked partially or fully with any event ticket holders within the event. That guard must have some super eyesight!

Suddenly, Rachel is all smiles. "You know what, it's all water under the bridge. Slaves, pregnancy, tits, whatever! Can I come in with you, John? I'll be able to browse the booths before the crowds get huge!"

You're tempted to tell her to get back in line when you realize it'll help you test a few things. So you nod, and she jumps in delight.

The guard opens the door and you enter. Before the doors have opened the air is an odd mix of hurried and relaxed. The crowds haven't yet arrived but there's precious little time to prepare. People are jogging to and fro with boxes and papers.

Rachel steps up beside you. No time like the present. You turn to her. "I know you're feeling upset, but I really do think your tits are looking fantastic." She frowns, but she doesn't freak out from the mention of her "tits." You go for broke and place your hand directly on her cleavage. "It makes your cleavage very defined." She's still all frowns. Your hand glides down her tit and your work your fingers under the edge of the bra she has hidden within her costume and find the nipple for a gentle pinch.

Rachel just rolls her eyes. "Look, I'm probably carrying your kid inside me, isn't that enough or are you going to strip me down in front of everyone? Forget it, I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that. Just let me go to the booths, okay? Maybe we can meet up later and we can continue this then."

You nod and Rachel steps back, forcing your hand from her tit, and she reaches up to readjust herself and her shirt.

Well, that all answered a lot of questions.