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Look for Leslie and Rebecca's booth (post-pregnancy path)

Walking through the hallways you come to the booths for various creators. And just down the first row you see a familiar face!

Rebecca is standing at her table, organizing books in neat stacks as she pulls them from boxes. She's updated her science fiction armor yet again, now with a very nice cleavage window and a hole showing her belly, complete with an armored skirt and impressive boots. She's not sporting any bump or anything. Apparently your fucking her at the last convention didn't take, but it wasn't for lack of trying! You step up and she's happy to see you!

"Oh, hey, John!" she says brightly. "How's it going?"

"Not bad," you reply. "I've just fucked a fully naked girl. Well, I think she was still wearing some socks and shoes, does that count as nude?"

Rebecca laughs. "It does in my book!"

"Looks like things are going well," you say, pointing to the stack of high-quality bound books they're preparing to sell. "Is Leslie here?"

Her face falls. "Yeah, she is, but, uh... Well, maybe you should go and see for yourself."

Curious, she leads you behind a small partition set up behind the table and chairs. Leslie is back there, also mostly dressed in a similar sci-fi armor costume. Mostly because she is topless and fiddling with a bunch of plastic tubes and discs on her now-large tits. The rest of her figure is slim, though.

Before you can say anything she rips the entire contraption from her chest and throws it to the ground in frustration. Then she sees you. "Oh," she says flatly, "it's you."

"Everything all right?" you ask, now actually concerned. Leslie sighs loudly and sits heavily in a chair. "It's just not fair!" she says, then grabs her tits and lifts them. The nipples are now as large as the tips of her pinkies. "The kid get more than enough milk, but I have to keep pumping all the time. Or it hurts!" You can see some liquid starting to bead up on both nipples even as she lets all of her frustrations out on you. "Did you know I have to dump it down the drain? THAT'S how much these damn tits keep making, day in and day out. I already have days worth frozen at my parents' home, and they do just fine feeding the damn kid with it, but these damn tits JUST KEEP GOING." She glares are you, "Not to mention that they're sensitive as fuck. At least half the time I express anything I have a huge orgasm and then I have to change my panties. And whenever I'm jilling, they start spraying everywhere." Her milk now starts to slowly patter on the floor as she growls and reaches down for the pumping machinery again.

This is all a bit too much for you right now. You try to be as polite as possible, "I am so sorry to hear that; it really sucks. I hope things get better soon!" as you step back around the partition.

Rebecca is waiting, arms folded, looking concerned. "Yeah, I'm worried about her. I want Leslie to be able to enjoy conventions and expos like this, but she's near the end of her rope. I wish you had knocked me up last time, because at least them we'd be in similar situations and could support each other like good friends do. I almost thought you had, the way you filled me up, but it just didn't take."

"I can try again," you say, hopefully, but Rebecca shakes her head and walks you back around the front of the table to keep unpacking their books.

"No," she says, "I don't know if doing the same thing as before will work, even though it's not a safe day for me." (Seriously, you think, what is up with the timing of these events and girls' cycles?) "I'm grateful for the offer," she continues, "but I think we need to try something more drastic than just you stuffing that hot dick up my slot yet again. I just can't think of what to do." She puts her hand on the nearest stack of books. "I'd like to try anything because I'm not just worried about Leslie, but I'm also worried it'd affect our sales if all anyone sees at our table today is a grumpy girl."

You nod in agreement. Your fingers grab the pass and you look at it, trying to think of what you could do that would be "more drastic" than dicking Rebecca silly again. Your eyes turn to the new phrase at the bottom of the card.

Just then some nerd walks by the table and leers at Rebecca. "Nice costume," he says, "I'd love to see what under it!"

Rebecca glares at him. "Get lost, fuckwad!" she yells at him, and he start chuckling as he keeps walking. You make a split-second decision.

"Hey man," you yell, and the guy turns on hearing a new voice talking to him, "that wasn't cool. You can't just say something like that to her without permission." He smirks and rolls his eyes at you. "So I'll give you permission to say it to her." He looks confused, so you nod and gesture back at Rebecca.

"Seriously?" he asks. "Okay." He stands in front of Rebecca who is still upset with him. "He says it's okay for me to say I'd love to see what's under your costume."

Her demeanor changes. "Fine," she says, only looking perturbed now instead of furious, "but you pissed me off before so this will have to be quick." She reaches into the top chest plate and releases some sort of buckle and the armor parts down the front. She shuffles her shoulders and now is able to lift the top of her armor slightly, revealing her bra-less tits to everyone nearby. Then after a few seconds she drops the armor back down and readjusts her cleavage and re-clicks the armor back together.

"Nice tits, thanks," says the nerd in surprise and Rebecca scoffs. "I, uh, I guess I'll bring my friends by later and get a book or something." He walks off. Rebecca is still looking annoyed.

"So, Rebecca," you say slowly, "I think I've got a great idea on how to better your chances at getting knocked up at this expo, which should help Leslie's attitude, plus I'm 100% sure it'll improve traffic to your booth and boost your sales. What do you say, you game?"

She looks curious and shrugs. "All right, let's see what you got."

You ask to grab a poster and a marker, then on the back of the poster you write in large letters, Free creampie with every purchase, courtesy of John Doe.

Rebecca is reading what you wrote over your shoulder. "I mean, I get it," she says, "but are you sure anyone will actually be interested in that?"

At that moment another guy walks by looking at the booth and Rebecca's costume, though he doesn't see the note on the poster on the table. "Nice," he says, "how much for a book?"

"Ten bucks," Rebecca replies. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it. My friend and I are the authors." She happily takes his cash and places it in a tray behind the table. Then, as she hands the book back to him, she asks, smiling, "And with that would you also like to cum inside of me?"

The guy looks horrified, so you point to the back of the poster with the note on it so he can read it. His face breaks into a grin. "I guess I'd like that, sure," he says.

Rebecca immediately unclasps the top of her armor again and shrugs it off and sets it down on the table next to her, now gloriously topless. Then she fiddles with her sci-fi-styled skirt and is quickly able to extricate herself from it. She sits on top of the table now dressed only in her armored boots and spreads her legs for the guy. "Well, how about it?" she asks.

The guy opens his pants, already hard, and dives in. Rebecca gives a brief gasp, but apparently spending time with you talking about knocking her up has already gotten her wet enough to keep such a move from being painful. As he begins to shake his hips back and forth she leans back to you. "All right, I guess this might work," she says, then gasps as the guy groans and pushes his hips firmly forward into hers, cumming. Rebecca hasn't even had time to enjoy anything before the guy begins fiddling with closing his pants and is waiting for his his book, leaving Rebecca's pussy wet with cum.

She's annoyed. "That wasn't anywhere close to fun," she says, looking down at her groin. She hands the guy one of the books, no longer smiling.

"Not to worry," you say as you take some nearby masking tape and tape up the sign to the table. "The day is young!"

The guy finishes with his trousers, picks up the book, and walks off, yelling "Thanks for the free creampie!"