Now What?

After a long weekend of fucking you go to your job on Monday. The girls are all excited to be pregnant. Well, maybe not your sister, but she's excited that everyone else is pregnant, and that's close enough. She seems relived that you impregnated her, as it makes it much less likely someone would try to stake a claim on her.

As you fuck your office pet you consider her inhibitor. You know that if you turn it off she would be fired once her pregnancy is discovered. She'd probably be homeless too, because often their Daddies kick them out, rare is the man willing to raise someone else's brat. The government ends up adopting the kids, and the women fuck to work off the debt.

You begin to consider how exactly you will pay for all the kids you just created. Sure your job pays well, but not enough that you can afford your lofty words over the weekend. How on earth can you ensure your sluts bellies remain forever full of your sperm?

You ponder these questions and the matter of the office slut's inhibitor when suddenly your phone rings.