Wander the Booths

As you stalk the convention floor looking for some interesting loot you see a group of guys crowding around someone snapping photos. You worm your way into the crowd and are immediately aroused by what you see.

In the middle of the group stands the woman from the VIP lounge with an almost more revealing outfit. She has a gauzy wrap over her breasts that does little to hide her erect nipples and a loincloth hanging off her hips in such a way as to ensure you notice that she isn't wearing anything under it. Most arousing of all for you is the noticeable bulge of her stomach. You stand there a minute as she strikes different poses for the crowd.

As you were about to leave one guy calls out, "So, who is the lucky guy?"

She just giggles and strikes an extra lewd pose, nearly revealing her pussy. "I have no idea!"

You just shake your head and move on, Sam following along behind you obediently. You absently wonder who the last person you impregnated is, or if they even came to this con.

You pick up some more loot from various booths advertising some new games you are looking forward to. Sam is now acting as your porter and you are grateful to keep the strain off your back. You are finally feeling refreshed and the thought of the pregnant women obliviously carrying your children has you ready to go.

You look around and spot a group of those body painters you had seen going by you at the entrance. One of them notices you as you approach them and rolls her eyes before turning away. As you get near them you hear her saying, "...that just because we are dressed like this we want to be objectified. Fucking pigs."

Having your target now, you tap her on her shoulder, "Excuse me, miss, but can I knock you up real fast?"

She glances at you and grimaces when she sees your pass. "Eugh, fine just be quick about it," she says as she removes the paint covered bikini bottom she was wearing, "and don't smudge my paint." You bend her over in the middle of her group of friends who keep giving you the side eye. "See, this is exactly what I am talking-nnnggggg⁠—" she clamps up as you slide inside her in one smooth thrust before getting a good grip on her wrists.

"Men just think that because you dressed a certain way they -ah- can take advantage of you," she continued as you settled into your rhythm. "Now I'm gonna have to have this guy's -uh- brat because he couldn't be polite and -mhh- let us wear what we want."

One of her friends chipped in, "Ya! We should be able to wear what we want without fear."

The conversation dies down as the girl you are fucking lets out a loud moan as you pick up the pace. "So," you grunt out as you strain to thrust into her as fast as you can, "you ready to be a mother?"

"Just hurry up and knock me up already," she lets out breathlessly. You climax and with a low moan empty yourself into her waiting womb. As soon as you finish, she pulls herself out from under you and pulls up her bottom again. "Eugh, that's the last time I go off my birth control again," she says to her friends.

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)