You give Jeanette a pep talk and go to bed horny, before making an exciting discovery the next morning when you go to the other junior college!

"Twenty five?! You bedded twenty five students in a single week?" It's hard to tell if Jonas is groaning from exasperation or if it's because an uptight hospital facility like this is stingy on the pain medication.

"That's right, plus a professor, a librarian and a cafeteria worker. And thanks so a few modifications I've gotten down there." you gesture towards your hips, "there's no such thing as a safe day for those naughty schoolgirls. The first two, Blake from the 'Young Colonists' and Jessica, who literally bumped into me before I even got an official visitors' pass, are already confirmed pregnant. I'd like to brag that I'm just that smooth an operator, but the truth is that I was undercutting the sorority girls who've been selling test answers."

Jeanette stares at you in mute shock as you brag shamelessly. "I had to tell a few sticky white lies about using a condom. Sorry Jeannie, I guess I didn't do much to improve the reputation of futas on this station. Really, it's an important real-world lesson that it's a bad idea to trust a futa you just met to use a rubber properly. Looks like a lot of your classmates are going to be learning that lesson the hard way."

Her older brother shakes his head. "Goodness... and here I was worried I was going to have to tell you a few white lies of my own to get you to go along with it. Such as 'I'm sure none of those girls or their families will come after you in the future or talk to reporters about what a menace you are'. I hope you realize that just because they can't admit they were cheating on their tests doesn't mean they aren't going to send lawyers after you?"

You shrug. "Eh, whatever. I'll worry about the consequences in the future. If I can keep going at this rate, I'm going to have a spare top-of-the-line cargo ship to sell off a year from now. That'll cover a lot of child support payments. Not that anybody who can afford to go to St. Vivians actually needs it."

"Ms. Taffers...!" Jeanette says, shaking her head in disbelief. "How can you make jokes and chat casually about something so serious? Even with assistant droids and everything, taking care of a baby is a lot of work! I've been researching it for the past month since I found out, and I've never been so overwhelmed or nervous about anything in my life!"

"Mmmm~" you lick your lips. "If blowing fertile loads in young women you barely know and then walking away to do it again is so wrong, why does it feel so right?"

She's left speechless by that. The unflappable Jonas just chuckles: "Sorry, Jeannie, I'd pile on Amanda with you but it'd be a tad hypocritical of me. Though if that tall girl who kicked my ass over it does end up pregnant, I think she'll dry her tears pretty quickly once she sees the numbers in my bank account. It isn't what I would've planned on, but if I end up needing to get married to her it'd save me money on a personal bodyguard. Anyway, it seems like you've already done what was needed and then some, Amanda. Consider your favor repaid. I do think you should probably lay low for the next few days until I'm discharged from the hospital here and ready to leave. I'd rather avoid uncomfortable questions if the families of some of those students realize I was your passenger."

"Sure, sure..." you say. "But there's still the matter of Professor Hochmann. I think I have an idea for how to help make sure she stops threatening to report your sister. If all goes well you won't need to risk involving yourself any further. Since I don't want you two's parents getting the wrong idea, how about you let Jeanette come and spend the weekend on my ship while we plan our next move?"

"Excuse me?!" Jonas's usually smooth voice sounds piqued for the first time, and he sits up partly, suddenly wearing a disapproving frown.

"Oh, c'mon!" you shrug melodramatically. "What are you worried about? It's not like I can get her any more pregnant! Besides, after the last five days among all those pure, innocent St. Vivians schoolgirls, my balls are starting to feel sore. I don't think I could manage it if I wanted."

That's a lie, of course - your balls are sore right now for the exact opposite reason, and it'll be a hell of a temptation not to put that claim of not being able to make her double-pregnant to the test. But you need an excuse to get more information on the tattletale soccer boy.

"Fine, fine..." he concedes. "Just... Jeannie, please consult with me before you do anything too wild, this time?"

Half an hour later you have a cute, mousy young futa in your ship's cockpit, not far off from the captain's chair where the impregnation that set off this whole chain of events took place.

Although you omit the condom sabotage bit, you've told Jeannie most of the other details about your amoral escapades, including how you chanced upon the sight of her screwing the voluptuous Mrs. Lopez.

"So you really have no idea who this 'Vincent' person is or why he was stalking you? You're really cute, Jeanette..." you say, enjoying the sight of her blushing and looking at her feet, "it's not that uncommon for a guy to get angry and obsessive after you casually brush them off. Especially if they were interested before they realized you were a futa, that can make them feel 'betrayed' or 'tricked' or something."

The bespectacled girl bites her lip. "Shoot... you know, now that you mention it, there was something strangely familiar about him. A lot of guys asked me out in high school and I always refused, because of, y'know... the dick thing." she gulps cutely. "I always tried to be really nice about it, but maybe that wasn't good enough."

"Hm. Don't worry about it too much, Jeanette. I've already got a pretty good lead on him. I'll bribe, ****, suck his dick, whatever I need to. The Oxwood Academy sports teams all have practice scheduled tomorrow morning, and I'll have special permission to attend. In the meantime, there's the situation of Professor Ilsa Hochmann. For a perverted blackmailing madam like her, there's only one solution. You need to seduce her, fuck her brains out, and cum deep inside her until you're sure she's knocked up."

Jeanette wobbles unsteadily on her high heels. Oh shit, you forgot about her fainting problem. "Ah...! Computer, move the chair!"

The mechanized captain's chair swivels across the floor to catch Jeanette as she topples back into it. After she recovers and shakes her head she protests in a whiny, nasal voice: "Caaaaaptain! How is THAT going to help anything?!"

"Simple," you say. "Because if she shows up as pregnant with your seed after a few other women, it'll look extremely suspicious for her to report you. The assistant dean has some super-high-tech lie detector device. After she overheard the situation in Mrs. Glidden's office today, there's no way she'll be able to report you without it looking like she already knew and withheld the truth from her boss. I suppose it's too much to hope that you've already given that stacked blonde bombshell a creamy filling?"

"YES!" She protests. "Captain, Professor Hochmann doesn't like futas! At all! She had some really nasty, condescending things to say about those friends and acquaintances of hers who wanted me to, um, do the deed with them. She was just interested in the money." she starts tearing up again. "I felt just awful having to ask those ladies to pay me, especially this week after those stupid sorority girls sabotaged the condoms they sold me! And then Professor Hochmann took all of it away from me, all eighteen thousand credits!"

"Eighteen thousand??" you say in shock. "Damn - I had no idea all the bored housewives, teachers and office ladies on this station had that much demand for a futa hooker. I would've flown out here years ago."

Jeanette doesn't look amused.

You chuckle. "That just makes it easier, though. That hypocritical snob Hochmann has absolutely dug herself into a hole, now. All you have to do is convince her you have nothing to lose and are about to go to report the whole thing out of guilt. You will have to be strong-willed about it, though. She'll try calling your bluff right up until the very moment you're knocking on Ms. Glidden's office door. That'll be the easy part."

"The easy part?!" Jeanette looks mortified. "Then what's the hard part?"

"Why, this of course." you reach under Jeanette's pleated skirt. She gasps in shock as your hand goes down into her overstretched panties and confirms that, sure enough, she is suffering from a stubborn stiffness in the cock region just like you are. You close your hand around the thick, throbbing shaft and tease it with your practiced hand.

"Ah, sorry. Bad pun." you smirk devilishly at her. "But really, the difficult part will be rocking her world so thoroughly that she doesn't even think about ratting you out, and convinces any of those friends of hers who get pregnant, like that busty lady from the movie theater, to stay quiet."

"Movie theater...?" Jeanette asks. "How do you know about THAT?"

You smirk and release Jeanette's hard cock from your grip. "Well... do you happen to know someone named Mikayla? Cute black girl with a perfect smile, long straight hair and perky tits?"

Jeanette nods slowly, looking confused. She's clearly a bit slow on the uptake.

"Yeah, Mikayla was in that theatre too. And the real 'jump scare' she is going to get from that cheesy horror movie is going to be in a couple of weeks when she takes a pregnancy test."

"You're horrible!" Jeanette puts her hands over her eyes. But her cock can't tell a lie, and you see an excited twitch from under the folds of her skirt.

"Yeah, I know." you say with a smile. "Now that you're away from all those internet filters at the academy, you've got two days to learn how to make that naughty teacher of yours swoon for your cock when the time 'cums'." It's a good thing Jeanette is so naive or else she might start asking questions about your 'iron-clad' logic as to why this is a good idea to solve her problem.

You continue, flouncing around Jeanette in a semicircle as she stands there awkwardly. "And in particular, you'll need to learn how to talk her into going bare. There's plenty of videos you can use as an example. I've got a pretty nice collection. If you like, I can start you with one starring me and one of those snobby 'Young Colonists' from the sorority... taking place right in that chair."

"EW!" Jeanette yelps and leaps awkwardly out of the seat.

....

Although it takes quite a lot of willpower, you **** yourself to go take a cold shower, your lust unsatisfied but the stasis bubble containing a disturbing payload pressed against your cervix mercifully stable. The needy ache between your legs is quieting down for now, but you realize that in the morning, it'll be twice as bad. It's a good thing that you'll be going to the grounds of a boys junior college instead of the one for girls, tomorrow. After watching two alluring, fit sporty girls getting creamed today, you don't think you'd be able to resist if you were to spectate on the St. Vivians athletic teams practicing.

It's exactly nine hours later that you realize the magnitude of your error.