You Return To Her Stall Later

You watch the line grow and then shrink with bemusement. By the time you see the sun turning orange in the sky, as many as thirty or so men have taken their turn in the bathroom. You can only imagine the ways they fucked her and humiliated her, and just how much of their seed they left covering her procalain skin. All you know is that as near as you can recall, not a single man among the massive number who'd had a turn with her left without a smile on her face.

You walk down from your observation point, and find a bathroom much dirtier then when you had first arrived. Disgusting wads of toilet paper and paper towels litter the floor, many dripping with white goo that you are not so eager to touch. The door to the slut's stall hangs open. You walk hurriedly towards it.

In your head you consider the math. If each of those men had their turn with her, then that was a whole lot of sperm inside of her. If she was ovulating, then you were positive that at least one of the men's seed would find their way to her egg and get to work bloating her belly. If she wasn't ovulating....well, there would always be opportunities in the future. As far as you're concerned, the moment you found that diary in her backpack, the presence of a baby in belly was guaranteed.

"Well well well." You say, turning at the stall. "What do we have here?"