Yes indeed.

You live in downtown Johannesburg so you're within walking distance of the restaurant, it's actually in the same area as Buster Luster. You make your way down the street and soon enough you can see the restaurant.

You head inside and speak with the hostess, a bright, blue eyed boi. The boi looks something up on her computer and then leads you to your table. You see that Amelia is already waiting for you.

Amelia is wearing a tight dress that hugs her curves and draws attention to her toned legs and apple booty. She stands up and you share an embrace with her, then you both take your seats and place your orders. You both talk for a while, getting to know each other since your last encounter was mostly just two drunken chicks messing around.

Your food arrives and you both eat and continue your conversation. You learn that Amelia is twenty four, currently works as an assistant gym teacher at a local school and that your hunch about her being a skater girl was correct. She then grills you about yourself.

"So Jane," she begins, "You know the basics about me, what about you?"

"Well, I'm twenty seven and I just graduated from college," you respond.

You go on to tell her about your life, your family, and your college life.

"And that's why I got out of pre-law," you continue, "being a lawyer just wasn't what I saw myself doing in ten years."

Amelia smiles, "Yeah, you don't seem like the type to be stuffed in some office, you seem to be a bit more free spirited."

Amelia looks down at her empty plate, perhaps a bit solemnly then looks back up to you.

"H-hey, Jane. Would you like to go back to your place after this? I'd like to talk about some stuff with you."

You grin nervously, that doesn't sound good.

"Sure thing Amelia."

The waiter returns and you pay for the meals and head to the parking lot. Amelia starts up her car and you climb into the passenger side and direct her back to your complex. You escort her to your apartment and apologize for the mess in advance. Amelia takes a spot on your couch and you offer her a soda, which she politely declines.

You take a seat next to her and Amelia scoots up to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrap an arm around her and gently rub her arm. Amelia has her fidgeting hands in her lap and you put on an air of confidence as you await whatever it is the woman wants to speak with you about. Eventually the girl speaks up.

"You seem pretty nice Jane. You seem to have a handle on your life. Plus you're pretty and have a big dick," she pats your cock through your jeans.

You laugh a bit and thank her for the compliment before she continues.

"I've never been great at shit like this but...well, we had sex, and maybe it was to **** but it felt really nice. I enjoyed tonight as well and I was hoping that maybe you'd like to date? Maybe someday go exclusive?"

You think for a second before nodding in agreement, "I think I'd like that very much Amelia, you're pretty and I also had a great time tonight."

Amelia looks up into your eyes and you can see some tears forming. The concerned look on your face must be evident as Amelia reaches into her cleavage and pulls out two moist pads and hands them to you. You take the pads and inspect them, they look like pads that lactating women use to stop their milk from staining their clothes and judging by their wetness Amelia is currently lactating.

You quickly piece two and two together. After the Horizon Virus most women began lactating excessively from the conception of their child to a couple of years after the birth of their child, women can also induce lactation by themselves or with a partner for sexual reasons but you don't get the feeling that Amelia started lactating just for you.

You gulp heavily and look at Amelia, who's tears are starting to gently fall across her face.

"Y-you..." you stutter out, "You're pregnant?"

Amelia nods and lets out a sad sob.

"With mine?"

Amelia sniffles and nods, "I haven't been with anyone for about three month until I was with you that night."

"I don't want to **** anything on you," she continues, wiping the tears from her eyes, "But regardless of your decision, I plan on keeping the child."

You stare at the wall in front of you as your mind races with all the possible options.

You can embrace it. Sure it's unexpected and with a woman you're only just getting to know but it's still your child. You feel a strange, almost primitive, connection with the small being forming within your lover's womb, a connection that fills you with both pride and fear. You find Amelia very attractive, she's in healthy shape and she works with children everyday so she seems like she'd be a good mother.

You don't know if you're ready to be a father yet. The protective instinct you feel towards your unborn child is just that, an instinct, a relic from your primate ancestors hardwired into your brain. However you can't deny that the idea of watching your mate's belly growing heavy with your child sparks a warmth in your chest.

You can see where this takes you. You can keep dating Amelia and find out if you two are compatible and would make good parents.

Of course you can also refuse to be a father to the child. You may have contributed half of it's genes but there are laws in place for futas and men unready or unwilling to be fathers to opt out of it. You could continue going out and bringing home bois without the fear of a small child walking in on you.

And there's the fact that most children only really know their mothers. Women tend to live communally with other women and bois and raise the children together with the child only seeing their father at the futa or man's discretion. You can choose to be a part of the child's life from afar, visiting with them when you want and being a part of their life if you're willing to offer financial support or you can forgo support entirely and live your own life, free from the monetary burdens of rearing a child and free to bring as many partners back home as you please.