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| + | You rush into it and slam it closed, making sure you’ve got the upmost privacy. You take your panties off and sit down on the toilet, holding the test in line with the pee stream. While you’re waiting for the results, you dig through this Anna’s memories to find out who she is and confirm your suspicions. | ||
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| + | You didn’t get as good a look at the girl as you normally do before jacking someone’s body, so you have to dig to learn about her. You’ve learned that she’s only recently turned eighteen and is horny as fuck. No seriously, she masturbates at least four times a day. Apparently her ovaries produce more estrogen than normal, so that no doubt has something to do with it. | ||
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| + | So having not registered her race at first, you find she’s got skin like unlit coal, hair the color of raven feathers, and eyes like the night: A+B+C=African jewel. Shame about the living arrangements though. The ghetto side of town is no place for such a gem, but hey, the best diamonds are dug from dirt. You live with your single mother, Shan’toria, little brother, Dwayne, 8, and the baby, Tani’qua, 1. Anna’s father is some guy called T. That’s all your mother would tell you anyway, but you’re not sure if the siblings are his too; Shan'toria is a prostitute, apparently by choice; at first, it was just to pay the bills, but after awhile, the dirty whore grew to enjoy it. | ||
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| + | Well, at least you see where Anna gets it from. Apparently this girl has a tightly locked brain. You’ve really gotta keep digging just for bits and pieces. You know the potential baby daddy is a ghetto bro. What happens in the ghetto stays in the ghetto. You guys are united, they're your people, and all that bullshit (who really gives a fuck). | ||
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| + | The potentially lucky guy is guy is Jodi Freeman. He and Anna to are peas in a pod. They’ve been together ever since they were little, and finding out how he looks, you like what you see. He’s a street kid, all the way: with his wild dreads, his lean muscles, and idgaf attitude, he’s exactly who you’d expect to be in this circumstance. | ||
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| + | He’s only been in a few fights though, protecting you from bullies. How sweet (if you had a throat, you’d be dry heaving, you heartless, demon fuck). Anyway, you two have been close for a long time, but soon as you hit puberty, it became something more; you’d ogle and stare at each other; you’d become awkward around one another; and, the icing on the cake, you both had sexual fantasies about the other, which both lead to furious masturbation sessions. You’re a pair of dirty dogs. | ||
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| + | It wasn’t until last year though, just before Christmas, that you two confessed your mutual feelings: aka, had a wild night of hardcore lovemaking. This has become something of a tradition with you two, any chance you sneak off and fuck like there’s no tommorow. You filthy animals, you. You’re not sure if your mom’s caught you, but if she has, she doesn't seem to care. | ||
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| + | Anna started to suspect things however, after the night of your birthday pounding, when her breasts became even more sensitive. At first she wrote it off, Jodi just squeezed too hard or something. Then the swelling came: her breasts, small A cups, suddenly became small B cups. Okay, she’s still going through adolescence, just growing up is all. And then her period didn’t come: this was the cause for concern. | ||
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| + | Speaking of which, the results should be in. Not that you need to ''look'' at the results. Who needs a pink urine-reading stick when you’ve got demonic powers? Now that you’ve fully assimilated with your host, you can feel the fetus forming in your womb. You throw the thing in the trash and rub you hands along your belly, feeling the baby as it slowly develops. | ||
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| + | You try to get a focus on the fertilized egg, to see if you can tell how many babies you’ll bare. You feel that you're going to be the mother of | ||
| + | a single child. Honestly, you were hoping for at least two, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. You smile, taking joy in how easy this girl’s made it for you: you don’t need to worry about perverting this innocent youth, there’s no innocence left to pervert. You wish you'd found her sooner. | ||
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| + | The thought of being such a young mother is turning you on, but of more note, it’s also turning Anna on. You love this chick. There’s so much estrogen build up, you’re getting hot. After about a minute, you’re sweating from your perceived heat. The lust flowing through your veins is almost overpowering. | ||
Do you: | Do you: | ||
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Go home and fuck Jodi like a fucking rabbit]] |
| - | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Anna Berkeley| | + | *[[Masturbate, now!|Masturbate ''now''!]] |
| - | [[Category: Rampage]] | + | *[[Find someone to fuck, like the whore you are]] |
| + | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Anna Berkeley|Pregnant eighteen-year-old]]}} | ||
| + | [[Category:Rampage]] | ||
Current revision as of 14:09, 15 May 2019
You are now eighteen-year-old Anna Berkeley. You're quite developed.
Looking down, you realize that you are holding a pregnancy test.
A stall opens.
You rush into it and slam it closed, making sure you’ve got the upmost privacy. You take your panties off and sit down on the toilet, holding the test in line with the pee stream. While you’re waiting for the results, you dig through this Anna’s memories to find out who she is and confirm your suspicions.
You didn’t get as good a look at the girl as you normally do before jacking someone’s body, so you have to dig to learn about her. You’ve learned that she’s only recently turned eighteen and is horny as fuck. No seriously, she masturbates at least four times a day. Apparently her ovaries produce more estrogen than normal, so that no doubt has something to do with it.
So having not registered her race at first, you find she’s got skin like unlit coal, hair the color of raven feathers, and eyes like the night: A+B+C=African jewel. Shame about the living arrangements though. The ghetto side of town is no place for such a gem, but hey, the best diamonds are dug from dirt. You live with your single mother, Shan’toria, little brother, Dwayne, 8, and the baby, Tani’qua, 1. Anna’s father is some guy called T. That’s all your mother would tell you anyway, but you’re not sure if the siblings are his too; Shan'toria is a prostitute, apparently by choice; at first, it was just to pay the bills, but after awhile, the dirty whore grew to enjoy it.
Well, at least you see where Anna gets it from. Apparently this girl has a tightly locked brain. You’ve really gotta keep digging just for bits and pieces. You know the potential baby daddy is a ghetto bro. What happens in the ghetto stays in the ghetto. You guys are united, they're your people, and all that bullshit (who really gives a fuck).
The potentially lucky guy is guy is Jodi Freeman. He and Anna to are peas in a pod. They’ve been together ever since they were little, and finding out how he looks, you like what you see. He’s a street kid, all the way: with his wild dreads, his lean muscles, and idgaf attitude, he’s exactly who you’d expect to be in this circumstance.
He’s only been in a few fights though, protecting you from bullies. How sweet (if you had a throat, you’d be dry heaving, you heartless, demon fuck). Anyway, you two have been close for a long time, but soon as you hit puberty, it became something more; you’d ogle and stare at each other; you’d become awkward around one another; and, the icing on the cake, you both had sexual fantasies about the other, which both lead to furious masturbation sessions. You’re a pair of dirty dogs.
It wasn’t until last year though, just before Christmas, that you two confessed your mutual feelings: aka, had a wild night of hardcore lovemaking. This has become something of a tradition with you two, any chance you sneak off and fuck like there’s no tommorow. You filthy animals, you. You’re not sure if your mom’s caught you, but if she has, she doesn't seem to care.
Anna started to suspect things however, after the night of your birthday pounding, when her breasts became even more sensitive. At first she wrote it off, Jodi just squeezed too hard or something. Then the swelling came: her breasts, small A cups, suddenly became small B cups. Okay, she’s still going through adolescence, just growing up is all. And then her period didn’t come: this was the cause for concern.
Speaking of which, the results should be in. Not that you need to look at the results. Who needs a pink urine-reading stick when you’ve got demonic powers? Now that you’ve fully assimilated with your host, you can feel the fetus forming in your womb. You throw the thing in the trash and rub you hands along your belly, feeling the baby as it slowly develops.
You try to get a focus on the fertilized egg, to see if you can tell how many babies you’ll bare. You feel that you're going to be the mother of a single child. Honestly, you were hoping for at least two, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. You smile, taking joy in how easy this girl’s made it for you: you don’t need to worry about perverting this innocent youth, there’s no innocence left to pervert. You wish you'd found her sooner.
The thought of being such a young mother is turning you on, but of more note, it’s also turning Anna on. You love this chick. There’s so much estrogen build up, you’re getting hot. After about a minute, you’re sweating from your perceived heat. The lust flowing through your veins is almost overpowering.
Do you:
- Go home and fuck Jodi like a fucking rabbit
- Masturbate now!
- Find someone to fuck, like the whore you are
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| Pregnant eighteen-year-old |
