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Humiliated, Knocked Up Video Game Sluts	By : SlutWriter Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 38391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, or their associated IPs (Metal Gear, Street Fighter, Final Fantasy, Xeosaga). I make no money off of this.

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The room was unremarkable, save for the stark emptiness of the periphery. The floor was the worn hardwood of a well-used recreation hall. Basketball nets were high up on either wall, flush against the brick, recently adjusted so as to be out of the way. A water cooler and a spread of donuts and crackers had been placed in one corner, near the entrance. Only one donut had been taken.
In the center were four closely-grouped metal chairs, each one occupied by a scantily-clad, pregnant figure. These were places across from a fifth figure- a man clad all in black, with a stylish ebony fedora tilted down over his eyes. He was wearing a nametag, upon which was written in block letters: “THE MAN WITH THE BLACK HAT”

The figures seated across from him were all female, obviously, and wearing nothing but bras and panties of various colors. In each case, these undergarments were working overtime. Each female was obviously pregnant, their bellies lewdly distended with child, the round shape hanging down over the waistbands of their scant bottoms. Their breasts, swollen with the later stages of impending motherhood, were satcheled in their bra cups indecently.

Of the four, the one furthest to the left had the largest breasts- this was her most obvious feature. Her sturdy black bra seemed barely up to the task of holding her huge mammaries in place, the shoulder straps ready to snap like blades of grass at any moment. The next thing to notice was her hair- an extravagant collection of braided cables that stood out starkly against her pale skin. She held a jaunty, mustachioed cactus-man doll in her folded hands, a cute contrast to her otherwise icy countenance. A name-tag was fastened to one straining bra-strap. It read “LULU”.

The second in line looked perhaps the most unhappy of the quartet of pregnant women. A cute and bright-eyed gal with a bit of a tomboy edge, her face was beautiful and expressive, her figure slight in contrast with the bulging belly slung in between her long and toned legs, and her well-proportioned chest. Had the mood been different, her smile, and the Caribbean-Coast blue of her eyes, might well have been able to light the room. As it was, her face was downcast. Her underwear was pink and somewhat less revealing than that of “LULU”, however, in terms of emotion this young woman revealed far more. She was weary, tired, and disgusted with herself. A nametag pinned to her bra strap read “SHION UZUKI”.

The third woman in line had fine, unmistakably Asian features, and a very athletic body. Her brown hair was done up in a strange style- symmetrical circular bunches, or “ox horns”, wrapped with a ribbon on each end. Her arms and legs were sculpted wonderfully in lean muscle. The look on her face was one of extreme self-conscious embarrassment and frustration, which even the layperson could see was quite a contrast to what must have been the confidence of a woman well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. She betrayed this proclivity for conflict in a dozen different ways- the clenching and unclenching of her fists, the sizing up of every other person in the room with her eyes, and the slight overdevelopment of certain martial muscles in her sexy frame. Of course, her midsection was a different animal altogether. Sinewy and sexy elsewhere, her belly was fat with child. A nametag pinned to the strap of her blue bra read “CHUN LI”.

The fourth chair was occupied by a very unique-looking woman- the others had given her a wide birth, and she’d taken advantage of it by shifting sideways in her chair, turning her back to the others, and staring at the wall, her legs together, pregnant belly resting on top of them. Her back was broad indeed- and she had the shoulders of a female bodybuilder, wide and strong. Her upper arms looked like they were the result of vigorous physical training, twice as thick as the slender and agile appendages of any of her fellow preggos. Her neck, far from the swan-like curve seen in the other three chairs, was sturdy. She looked like the sort of female who could take a punch and hit back twice- no, three times- as hard. In her way, though, she was beautiful too- fetching green eyes were but one of the highlights of a determined and attractive face. Her orange hair was striking, her skin, glowing. And while certainly unconventional, her physique was hard, thick…a body that might be fun to bounce off of. This made her pregnant belly, slung over the waistband of a pair of streamlined, camouflage-colored panties, all the more of a contrast. Her camo sports-bra had a nametag pinned to it: “MERYL”.

The man with the black hat spoke. “Tell us everything. Omit nothing.”

There was silence in the room.

Again, the man in the black hat spoke, his voice inflectionless and robotic. “Tell us everything,” he said. “Omit nothing. Start with your name. Your occupation. Tell us how you got to be where you are today.” His head turned slightly to look at Lulu, the leftmost of the forlorn, pregnant beauties. Try as she might, she still couldn’t make out his eyes.

When she spoke, her voice was husky and low, like smoke- the voice of a lounge singer with an audience wrapped around her little finger- or a phone sex operator specializing in grinding stiletto heels into the balls of her hapless callers. “My name is Lulu. I come from a place called Spira, a town called Besaid. I was the trusted guardian of Spira’s greatest hero, the summoner Yuna, who with the help of many people, defeated the terrible being called ‘Sin’, who had terrorized our world for generations.” She tapped her foot idly on the floor. Lulu felt ridiculous enumerating her deeds, her accomplishments. Sitting there, knocked up, mostly naked, her huge breasts leaking trickles of milk into the cups of her bra, she felt about as far from a heroine as a woman could possibly be.

The silence was deafening.

“Well now, show some solidarity,” said the man in the black hat. “Everyone, greet Lulu. You should give her your support.”

Hesitantly, a chorus of three other voices spoke up in unison. “Hi, Lulu,” they said, sounding weary.

“Go on, Lulu,” said the man in the black hat. “Tell us about the circumstances surrounding your…little problem.”

Lulu clutched her cute Cactaur doll tightly and looked down at her swollen belly. She felt the baby kick lightly and closed her eyes to avoid embarrassing tears. The entire situation was surreal, that much was for sure- and that only added to the pressure on her overtaxed emotions.

“I really don’t feel like talking about it,” Lulu said, her voice low and defiant. She had always been headstrong, and it felt good to defy someone again, to show some marginal control of a situation that had been, for a long time, out of her control. But a point was rapidly approaching where her stoicism, her restraint, her almost imperial way of carrying herself, would no longer be needed. The time for honesty was coming, and with that honesty came a feeling of vulnerability that seemed strange and dangerous to her.

“It’s ok, Lulu,” said the athletic Chinese woman two seats over. “We’re all here to…share…I guess.” Chun Li suddenly looked doubtful. Could she follow her own advice? Or when the time came, would she fall silent as well?

Lulu sighed. A somewhat-bitchy voice then came from all the way down on the other end. “Oh, just get on with it. We can all see you’re carrying some lowlife’s bastard kid. We’re all here for the same reason, so let’s not waste time.”

Shion, in seat 2, burst into tears, burying her head in her hands. She had been on the verge since her arrival, but Meryl’s stark portrayal of their situation had driven the poor woman over the edge.

“I can’t believe this is happening…to me!” she sobbed.

Meryl rolled her eyes and took a bite of a nearby donut. “There she goes,” she muttered, in between chews.

For a while, there was silence, with the exception of Shion’s cute-but-implacable weeping. It was a full minute before she settled down enough for Lulu to get a word in edgewise. Chun-Li reached over to put a hand around Shion’s shoulders, rubbing them softly.

“There, there,” she said. “It’s ok.” She looked over at Lulu. “Please, continue- let’s get this over with. Tell us more about yourself.”

“Oh. Well…as a guardian I’m trained in the use of black magic,” Lulu offered, trying to get the conversation going again. Meryl raised an eyebrow.

“Like, tarot cards?”

Lulu frowned. “No,” she said, emphatically. “It’s difficult to explain. The laws of this world are different.” She moved her gaze from Meryl and returned it to the floor. “One of the other guardians was a young man- an athlete. We reached a place called Guadosalam, and he seemed to show some interest in me.”

Lulu got a sick, embarrassed look on her face.

“Yuna, to whom I was Guardian, clearly had some interest in him as well…but…”

She sighed, and rubbed a hand over her belly.

“He looked a lot like an old boyfriend who had passed away.” Lulu said this in an embarrassed, inflectionless voice, as if she were confessing to stealing from a church collection plate.

The man in the black hat spoke up. “So you fucked your best friend’s potential love interest and got knocked up with his kid,” he said, matter-of-factly.

Chun-Li leaned forward in her seat, at least as much as she could, her big belly preventing her full range of motion. “You don’t have to say it like that!” she whined, clearly upset.

Lulu was silent.

“What happened next?” the man prompted.

“Well…it became obvious to me that I was pregnant.”

“And?”

“And I went to him and told him about it.”

“Go on.”

Lulu paused and looked sick. When she continued, her voice was icy, her eyes narrow. “By that time he and Yuna were so closely intertwined. He dismissed me totally and told me to ‘take care of it’.”

There were collected groans from the three other women. “That rat fuck,” muttered Meryl.

“And now he’s gone,” continued Lulu. “And a hero to everyone. I can never call him to account for what he did. I’m married now- to another Guardian from Besaid. He thinks the baby is his. When this blonde, blue-eyed child is born it will destroy my relationship with him, and with Yuna.”

Shion burst into tears again. The sound was pathetic in the stagnant room.

The man in the black hat leaned forward in his chair, an unmistakable smile on his face. “So what’s it like, Lulu? Tell us what it’s like being pregnant with the bastard baby of this son-of-a-bitch.”

Lulu suddenly looked very tired. There were pronounced damp spots in the nipple region of her bra cups now. Her fingers kneaded the Cactaur doll restlessly.

“It’s hell,” she said at last, her voice higher pitched than usual, a departure from her normal ice-queen inflections. “I’m so sick every morning…I eat constantly…none of my clothes fit…my tits are always leaking…I feel like a fat, ugly cow. My husband won’t fuck me. This bastard baby kicks like a chocobo and my belly is so huge I can barely move. Every time I feel it shifting inside me-.”

She trailed off. Chun-Li nodded with understanding.

“What?” asked the man in the black hat, still smiling. “Tell us, how did it make you feel when you went to that young man and he told you to leave him alone and ‘take care of it’?”

Lulu folded her hands together over her belly. A rivulet of milk ran down the side of her baby-bloated midsection. But now another part of her was in danger of leaking- for her eyes were watering slightly with the emotion of her story. Her lips pursed and formed her next word beautifully.

“Worthless,” she said, letting her voice carry. “Absolutely worthless.”

These words were tough for her to say. She had always carried herself with such dignity- and now she was paying for it in heartache, grief and embarrassment. In that instant, it became too much for her. Lulu began to sob, clapping two hands over her eyes.

“He used me like a fucking cum-bucket!” she wailed, her voice partially muffled by her hands. “I told him it was his, and he told me to go fuck myself and have an abortion!”

She sobbed more, into her hands. Chun-Li again tried to rub her shoulder, but Lulu pulled away. Her bra cups were soaked now, he indecent, hormonally-charged tits leaking constantly into the dark fabric. After a few seconds of pathetic weeping, Lulu looked up through her hands at the other girls.

“I used to be a mentor to the women of the village!” she said. “Now I’m nothing more than a knocked-up bitch!”

“That’s not tr-“ offered Chun Li, looking alarmed. But she was cut off at once.

“IT IS TRUE!” roared Lulu, her eyes red. This was the side of her that nobody had ever seen- she had felt this despair only once before- upon hearing the news of Chapu’s death. Even then, she had wept and carried on in private- never in the presence of others.

“Wakka is a sweet man,” she said, her eyes hard and wet. “But I hope he beats me once he finds out what I’ve done. I hope he leaves me! I have no self-esteem left…I’ve lied to him and to Yuna for so many months now!” She again thrust her tear-sticky face into her hands. Her baby-thick belly undulated with the force of her sobs.

“That bastard!” she cried, breaking down. “I told him to pull out…told him!” Shion looked miserable. Chun Li looked sympathetic and scandalized. Meryl just looked bored.

“So what do you want, Lulu?” called out the man in the black hat, rising from his chair to approach her, but stopping five feet short. “Why are you here?”

Lulu looked up at him pathetically. “I want you to take care of it,” she said, tears streaming from her eyes. As she gestured, her doll fell to the floor, unheeded. “If you truly have power over time and continuity then spare me from this burden. No conventional method will work now- not with all the attention my pregnancy is getting. I need you go make it like it never happened at all. I’ve heard you can do it, that this place is a nexus of realities, a place where all possible universes collide and intertwine!”

She lowered her eyes, as if ashamed to say her next words.

“Take the curse of this child away…make my life normal again.”

There was silence. The other women, hearing voice given to their own reason for joining in this strange and supernatural group session, fell silent. How would the man with the black hat respond?

“I can do that, Lulu,” he said, his mouth still twisted to one side in a patronizing grin. “But you have to be honest with me. I’m the boatman. My destined shore is called Deliverance, and the river I travel is called Regret, but no mundane coin will buy you passage to the other side. No, I accept only the intertwined currencies of honesty and sacrifice.”

“I have been honest,” said Lulu, her voice regaining some of the darkness and dignity she was known for. “I have told you no lies.”

“You’ve told at least one,” retorted the man. “And moreover, you were instructed to omit nothing. Why did you get so deeply involved with this man, knowing your friend’s interest? What prompted that dubious decision, Lulu?”

“I…”

Lulu hesitated.

“It was a mistake,” she said. “An error in judgment. But I shouldn’t be punished so harshly for it-”

“How did you justify it at the time?”

“It was just a need I had.”

“So you admit it was your fault. Why should I bail you out of your own mistake, which you compounded by lying?”

“It was him!” Lulu objected. “He shut me out…he’s the one!”

“You’re not being fair to her!” interjected Chun Li, crossly. “She’s the victim here!”

The man with the black hat looked down at Lulu. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t help you. I will send you back to your own world, and you will remember nothing of this. Soon, your new baby will be born, and your husband and best friend will come to know everything. All of your lies will unravel. As you say, your husband may leave you. You will spend your days pressing the hungry mouth of your bastard baby against your swollen, milk-leaking nipples, feeding the very child that ruined your life. Your relationship with your son will be one of resentment and venom.”

Listening to these words, Lulu’s stoic, weary face gradually changed to an expression of desperation. Her eyes gathered a gleam of purpose from the light of the room, and by the time the man had finished his diatribe, she was ready to rebuke him. Sliding from her chair to a position in front of it, she knelt before him. Her tits bobbed pendulously as she changed position, fat and swollen with duct-stretching quantities of her milk, the areolas obviously dark and nasty beneath the fabric of her bra. Her huge belly jutted out from her midsection, the child obviously due very soon, the size of her gut sickening in comparison to the rest of her body. Her perfect, milky skin was slightly marred by shadowy stretch marks.

“No!” she called out. “No, don’t! I’ll tell you. I did it in spite of her. *To* spite her!” Lulu’s eyes were pathetic and desperate. The other women looked on with nauseous interest. Was this formerly dignified black mage really going to bargain for her own abortion?

“I lied,” continued Lulu, her voice growing with dark intensity and tawdriness. “I said I told him to pull out, but I didn’t. I held him close. I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted him to bust his big, creamy nut right up into my womb. I wanted to bear his blue-eyed, blitzball-stud of a child. From the moment I saw him I wanted to fuck his brains out…but of course he went to Yuna. Yuna, who gets everything she wants. Yuna, who from birth was destined to deliver us all.” Her voice was icy and resentful.

Lulu knee walked forward and clutched at the leg of man’s tailored black slacks, tugging desperately as her eyes burned lasers of intensity at him. “I fucked him because Yuna was supposed to die,” she continued. “That stupid cunt was supposed to be killed by Sin and this young man was to be mine, to provide for me, to care for me, to fuck me silly with his big prick! But she took him from me- Yuna, always Yuna! She lured him in even she knew that she was destined to fall, and what happened?”

Lulu shook her head incredulously, tears streaming from her eyes. “That stupid fuck saved her!” She shook mightily at his pant leg. “Saved her! Do you understand how impossible it was? But we all saved her, and it was he who ended up disappearing! Yuna got to keep her life, and in doing so she stole him from me, poisoned him with her helplessness, played the little girl so he could lift her up off the ground. And I was left with nothing. I went to him, begged him. Told him that I was with his child…but he dismissed me! He was in love with Yuna!”

Lulu looked around, her voice now filled with dark purpose, the last barriers of her inhibition gone. “I got on my knees and I told him I would suck his cock every day- that he could fuck me in the ass as he pleased, that he could fuck other women and I would suck the taste of their dirty twats from his filthy prick, if only he would stay with me, but he dismissed me. He told me that I should get an abortion!”

Lulu centered her gaze again on the man with the black hat. “Yuna now goes about in search of any remnant of him, but she has no idea that the only part of him left is this kicking, puke-inducing rat that’s dirtying up my womb. And I want this child dead. For vengeance on him, and on her…and on myself.”

Chun Li gasped.

Lulu began to weep, now clutching desperately at the man’s pant leg with two pale hands. “I’m a cunt,” she said. “I’m nothing but a fucking toilet for this man’s worthless baby. My body is ruined, I’m just a fat, milk-leaking sow who got used by some love-struck asshole. I’m a lying whore who couldn’t confess the truth even to her closest friends. I’m a fucking tramp who couldn’t keep her legs together even when she knew her best friend was going to die and might only have one shot with a new man. Every day I dream of someone beating me into a miscarriage- that’s how little I think of myself.”

Lulu’s voice had reached a climax.

“I’m a dumb twat, I got what I fucking deserved. Is that what you want to hear? Well, it’s true. I deserve every bit of this morning-sickening, belly-stretching, breast-leaking, body-ruining pregnancy. Look at my disgusting tits. And god, the baby is kicking right now in my big, nasty belly. I’m a piece of shit, a cock-sucking cumdump who got what she deserved. And I don’t deserve the mercy of your abortion, but I want it. I beg you for it. I beg you to abort me like the dirty-wombed piece of garbage I am.”

“Oooh, I’m gonna be sick,” said Shion, her cheeks puffing out. She leaned behind her chair and vomited noisily.

Meryl just shook her head and threw her half-eaten donut across the room. “This is really fucked up,” she said.

Tears trickled down Lulu’s cheeks. Her face was a mask of manic depravity and desperation. “Please, give me an abortion,” she moaned. “I’ll blow you. I’ll let you fuck my pregnant cunt. You can wet the head of my bastard, faggot son with your sperm. I’ll lick your asshole for hours if you’ll only just grant me the privilege of an abortion. Don’t send me back to Spira still carrying this worthless child in my womb.”

Lulu unsnapped her bra, letting her milk-choked tits flop downward like two sacks of liquid. They were so huge that the other women present seemed a trifle embarrassed- but they were more embarrassed at the sort of behavior that Lulu was exhibiting. Clearly, she was deeply traumatized by her pregnancy and rejection, and no longer held herself in any manner of human regard. Lulu moaned as she squeezed one huge breast in each hand, sending scattered sprinkles of off-white milk to the hardwood floor. She did it twice, then again. There seemed to be no limit to the amount of baby-drink boiling in her bosoms.

“Look at how disgusting I am,” she said, desperate and weary. “Please, use me however you like, if that’s what it takes. Fuck my knocked-up pussy and blow your load all over my unborn child.” The absolute depravity of her words took a lot of wind out of the sails of the other assembled women. Would they, too, be expected to beg in such a humiliating manner?

“A medical impossibility under most circumstances,” chided the man in with the black hat. “But this is no ordinary place. Get on all fours, Lulu. You seem to understand both honesty and sacrifice, and so, I’ll send you back to your life with a second chance at happiness.” With a snap of his fingers he was naked, save for his eye-obscuring fedora. His body was that of an Adonis, but perhaps it was to be expected. This was his strange realm, a world between worlds, connected to all but belonging to none, and he could clearly take whatever form he wanted. To women who had been struggling with swollen faces, fattening rear-ends, and bulbous bellies, his ease of transformation seemed almost cruel to behold.

Lulu followed his instructions, stealing a glance at the other pregnant women, almost daring them to scold her for her absolute lack of self-worth. Her gleaming eyes seemed to ask each pregnant female in turn whether or not they would do the same for a chance to go back to a happier, simpler time and make a different choice. There was no dignity remaining in her eyes, her body, or her position…the braided cables of her hair spilled down over her shoulders as she arched her back, presenting her cunt and asshole to the sponsor of their shared event, her huge tits hanging almost to the floor and dripping milk, her massive, child-bloated belly slung underneath her smooth, delicate frame like a sack of garbage.

The man in the black hat’s body was a marvel, a corded, lithe collection of muscle and sinew, with the thin, powerful muscles of a gymnast and the swell of male athleticism in all the right places- the sort of physique that could only be possessed by a being able to think himself into shapes, rather than achieving them through hard work and exercise. It possessed all the characteristics of a desirable male, perhaps by design- wide shoulders tapering down to a thinner waist, eight demarcated plates of abdominal muscle, and an ass that looked like it was carved out of varnished wood. His cock dangled down from his crotch like a prehensile tail, easily a foot long. The entire effect was one of brainless bishonen fantasy, but alluring nonetheless. Even fantasies are based on physiological stimuli and response. The three gathered women couldn’t help but watch, but the degradation of one of their number, in addition to their own shameful and impregnated states, didn’t exactly fill them with lust.

The relative silence was broken when the man slapped Lulu’s big, pale ass, sending her pregnancy-boosted cheeks a jiggling. Shapely at the best of times, her impending childbirth had turned her into a black mage with a lot of junk in the trunk. “Do it!” she hissed, biting her bottom lip. “Nnnngh! Fuck me like a dog!” Her pussy was shamefully wet, and indeed had been gradually becoming so all throughout her self-deprecating diatribe. It was so liberating- all the self-hatred and doubt that had been building up inside her as a result of being knocked-up and left to fend for herself had come pouring out. It had been, in its way, a different sort of childbirth- bearing into the world an offspring not of flesh, but of lies, deceit, and shame.

The man with the black hat began to fuck Lulu in full view of the others, plowing her wet, inviting snatch with the full length of his big, stereotypical cock. Lulu’s breasts swayed forward with the rest of her as the chiseled abdominals of his midsection impacted with her big, heart-shaped ass, splattering the ground with sinful and soon-to-be pointless milk. The sweat and lubrication of the two bodies intermingled in the nexus of penetration, her cunt, and soon there were slick, embarrassing noises to be heard as the man’s fat penis slapped and slipped in and out of her frothy Final Fantasy Fucktunnel™. Lulu let her tongue hang indecently out of her mouth as she moaned like a shameful bitch, allowing drops of spittle to dot her chin. “Yes, fuck my disgusting, pregnant body!” she cried, eyes clenched shut. “Get a good handful of my hair and really pound my dirty cunt!”

The man with the black hat did just as he suggested, yanking her intricate hair like the reins of a horse as he drilled his choad-drooling dongstaff deep into her pulsating birth-bucket. “Cum inside me!” growled Lulu, squeezing her tits with both hands, splattering shameful milk down onto the floor. Meryl lifted a foot to avoid stepping in a rivulet of the stuff that was slithering around the base of her chair. She had long-since averted her eyes, hands drawn in around herself, trying not to hear the sounds of Lulu making her so-called “honest” and “sacrificial” choice. The sacrifice, it seemed, was one of self-worth upon the alter of rape, indignity, and misogyny.

The pace of the man’s fucking picked up. Lulu ceased her articulations, degenerating into hoarse grunts as her coupler’s spongy prick-helmet battered brutally at her cervical mucosal plug. “Ugh!” she hiccupped, again and again, cumming shamefully around his cock as she made noises in time with each thrust. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” The man in black pulled back extra hard on her hair, capturing her attention.

“Say goodbye to your baby, Lulu!” he hissed, his breath quickening along with his pace. With a snap of his fingers, he used his complete control of the hub realm to alter Lulu’s physiology, eliminating both the cervical mucosal plug that protected her child, and the amniotic sac beyond. It was as simple as reprogramming a computer. In one last mercy, he scattered the inside of her womb with erogenous receptors, giving the prone black mage massive pleasure from even the slightest jostle in her sacred place. With two hands, he gripped her jiggling ass and drilled himself to the hilt in her body, plunging his cockhead into her womb. His buttocks clenched, his breath became slightly ragged, and through tight teeth he exhaled sporadically.

Lulu howled in hopeless, mindless, drooling, sickening orgasmic glee as she felt her deliverer’s cockhead power into her womb. Cumming like a bitch in head, she moaned and read her doomed progeny it’s last rites. “Goodbye you little bastard!” she hissed. “You little life-ruining faggot!” She felt pressure inside her and just knew the baby was kicking, turning, reacting to the huge cockhead that was not so much ejaculating as barfing huge gouts of steaming fuck-chowder into her womb. “I wish he could see your life getting snuffed out! I wish he could see me cum my garbage-pail brains out while his male heir is being aborted like just another shit-filled sack of meat!”

Shion vomited again, adding to the curry-stinking pile of gruel behind her chair. It was all too much for her to hear and experience. Chun Li looked away, covering her ears. Meryl looked pale, haunted. She had not expected this. Soon, though, there was a flash of light that caught their attention, building from the coupling, rutting couple in front of them, and then growing in intensity. A bright, blue, supernaturally bright light that seemed to be accompanied by an alien hum. Lulu, her mind essentially gone, stabbed out one last epithet from the edge of her insanity.

“Fuck you!” she gurgled, drooling, orgasming to hard she couldn’t even keep her tongue in her mouth. “Fuck you, Tidus! Yuna! Fuck both of you! Burn in the afterlife!”

The light became blinding. The remaining girls covered their eyes. For a moment, it was so bright that their big bellies and swollen breasts were seen in photo-negative, then in X-Ray, revealing every milk-packed duct, and the big, burgeoning fetuses turning within each womb.

And then it was done. Meryl looked up, her eyes painted over with the ghost image of the light explosion. Lulu was gone- and the man with the black hat was fully clothed again, sitting in his chair with one leg crossed. The other girls recovered at the same time, but all three were speechless.

“Was that…I mean, is that it? Did it work?” ventured Meryl.

The man in the black hat laughed. “Of course it worked,” he said. “She’s back in Spira, living her life as she believes it should have been.” He paused. “From what I can tell, she’s knocked up again- but with her husband’s baby this time.”

Shion shook her head with wide-eyed bewilderment. “But this…this is horrible! I had no idea it would be like this!”

“You’re free to go, then. All of you,” said the man in black. “Free to go and deal with the consequences of your shameful pregnancies.”

Shion and Chun Li looked at each other, but said nothing. Meryl leaned toward the man, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate the forward motion her big belly.

“Fuck that,” she said, moving her neck to one side, cracking it, and then to the opposite side, producing the sound again. “I’m not scared.”

The man with the black hat smiled. “Very well,” he replied. “There’s fresh water, coffee, and donuts available by the door. I’ll take the liberty of sweeping away the milk and vomit.” He did so with the snap of a finger, and then leaned forward.

“Now. Who wants to talk next?”
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