The Make Your Own Baby Bar

Author's note:

The following story deals with impregnation in a light-hearted and thoroughly unrealistic manner. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Thanks for reading!

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"It looks like every club on campus is here today."

"They don't even all fit onto the Quad."

Zak and Paul walked past table after table, each staffed by representatives from one club or another, each with some pitch or plea for raising funds. For five dollars the Engineering Club would custom engrave a LEGO brick. At the Chess Club a student was calmly playing, and winning, eight simultaneous games against passers-by. The film society would take your photo and put it into a movie poster.

"You could be Indiana Paul and the Temple of Doom," Zak suggested.

"I'm more of an Air Force One guy."

Zak struck a dramatic pose. "Get off my plane!"

Some of the larger booths were set off to the side where they had more room. Paul chuckled. "Look at that one. 'Can U beat a GIRL?'" The two walked over.

"Each try is five dollars," explained a lanky young woman cradling a basketball. "Score and you get five dollars back." Behind the table, they had set up a portable basketball goal around which stood several of the University women's team.

"I'll try," Zak said. He put down a twenty, took the ball, and approached the square of asphalt in front of the goal. A Black woman at least two inches taller than Zak approached.

"Layup, jump shot, or," she added, smirking, "a... dunk?"

"I can dunk," grumbled Zak. He took the ball, dribbled, faked, and tried to drive past his defender. He barely got into a shooting stance before she swatted the ball away. One of her teammates tossed it back.

"Five more dollars for women's intramurals," his opponent explained.

"Just testing you," Zak said. The second time he stepped back right away for a jump shot but his defender leapt, easily deflecting the ball with her fingertips.

Both of his next shots were equally doomed, but Zak got a selfie with the team. "It was worth it just for that," he explained to Paul as they walked away.

"Yeah, okay. Sure."

A few tables down, Zak ponied up twenty dollars to the Art Club for a caricature of him riding a unicorn while holding a chainsaw, then a few tables later, another five for a churro from the Spanish Club. When they reached the end, Zak was in favor of turning around and looking at the booths they had missed, but one to the side caught Paul's eye. "What's this?" he asked, leading his friend over.

A pair of cute, smiling coeds greeted them. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," a beaming blonde said. "Welcome to the Impregnation Society."

"Ha! What?" Zak laughed.

"It's like the sign says," the brunette said, pointing to the banner that hung over the front of the table. "This is a no pull-out zone. We endorse making beautiful babies!"

"My pull-out game is notoriously weak," Paul admitted with a laugh. "What's the fundraising activity here?"

"We have a Make-Your-Own-Baby Bar."

"Ohhhkay, and how does that work, exactly?" Paul asked.

"Here!" the blonde said, sliding forward a pair of menus.

Impregnation Society

Make-Your-Own-Baby Bar*

1 - Pick a flavor ($25)

● Vanilla

● Mocha Swirl

● Ginger Snap

● Special (depending on availability)

2 - Pick a theme (included)

● Campfire Conception

● Party Time Penetration

● Go Team!

● Massage Time

3 - Extras ($5 each)

● Shaved Clean

● Shake Her Money Maker

● Slip-N-Slide (oil)

● Hit The Showers

*BYOBB

"I get it," Paul said, laughing. "What's today's special?"

"Let's see." The brunette checked a list of names, some of which had been crossed off. "Oh, we have a spicy flavor, if that's something you're interested in. We call it Latina Chili."

"This'll be a tough choice," Zak said.

"You got any cash left?"

"Shit!" Zak dug into his pockets but only came up with a crumpled five. "Shit!" he repeated.

"Don't worry," Paul said. "I'm sure that unicorn drawing will be a favorite of the ladies."

"Does that mean you're interested, sir?" the brunette asked, looking at Paul.

"For sure!" Paul gave the menu a second look. "What does BYOBB mean?"

The brunette blushed. "It means bring-your-own-baby-batter. Do you, mmm, have some?"

"I don't shoot blanks," he assured her. "And I haven't cum for almost two weeks."

"Oh, my," the brunette said, her blush deepening.

Paul fished thirty dollars out of his wallet. "Zak's right," he said, "this is tough." He gave the menu a final glance before deciding. "I'll take the Ginger Snap, Go Team, and the Slip-N-Slide add-on."

"Oooh, okay." The brunette drew her finger down the list of names until it came to a stop. "Oh! Wendy will be so happy! You've made an excellent choice, Mr..."

"Paul."

"I'll let her know, Paul." If you'll wait just a minute in that chair.

"Shit!" Zak groused a final time before sulking away to console himself with another churro.

While the brunette went in search of Wendy, Paul caught the blonde's eye. "Hey," he asked, "just to confirm, I don't keep the baby, do I?"

"Oh, no, silly man," she giggled, "babies are for moms. But in nine months you'll get a photo!"

"Okay, cool. Just checking."

A moment later the brunette returned to lead him back. A structure had been hastily erected behind the table, a row of alcoves open to the sky, each accessed through a curtain. The brunette indicated which alcove was for Paul, then hugged him spontaneously. "Wendy is sweet, Paul. Be good to her."

Parting the curtain and stepping inside, Paul found himself in an alcove the size of his dorm room. A double bed was along the right side, while a mirror, cabinet, and coat stand were along the left. The room was decorated with several hand-lettered signs in bright colors with phrases like 'Yay Team!', 'Win!', and 'Beat State!'. Some were illustrated with drawings of basketballs, footballs, and even a hockey stick.

"You won!"

While Paul was distracted by the details of the room, a young woman had slipped inside through the curtain in the back. Wendy was just as beguiling as Paul had imagined, medium height, lightly freckled, curvy, and with copper tresses spilling around her shoulders. She was dressed in a revealing two-piece cheerleader's outfit, and as Paul turned to face her, she broke into a cheer.

"You're in it, you win it,

You make it all happen!"

Wendy wasn't an experienced cheerleader but jumped and shook a pair of pompoms with more than enough enthusiasm to make up for it.

"You took the ball, you shook the hall,

You made it all happen!"

The redhead's uniform was a poor fit. At least a size too small, the yellow and blue top pushed her breasts up and together. Paul watched, transfixed, as her soft flesh jiggled and bounced.

Wendy took a stance, legs apart for balance, her pompoms held against her chest. As she belted out the final stanza of the cheer she raised and swept her arms, alternately revealing and hiding her cleavage.

"Hey check the score, we got points galore,

We made it all happen!"

"Woo hoo!" Paul said, clapping. "That was great. How long have you been on the squad?"

"I'm not on the squad," Wendy laughed. She was flushed from the brief exertion, her green eyes bright. "I wanted to be when I was younger, though."

"And I was never quite good enough to make the varsity team," Paul admitted, "but if someone as cute as you were waiting to give me a cheer I might have tried out anyway."

"Oooh, you're sweet," Wendy said. She put the pompoms on top of the cabinet but kept her eyes on him. "And cute."

"Now who's being sweet?" Paul leaned in for a kiss but Wendy suddenly stepped back.

"Wait! Oh, I'm sorry. You're getting the Slip-N-Slide, right?"

"Yes, but it's okay if-"

"No, no please!" Wendy opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle. "Baby oil," she said. "Get it?"

"That is clever," Paul said, his eyes straying to Wendy's cleavage.

Wendy noticed. "You're a naughty boy," she said, but not without a smile. "Have a seat."

While Paul removed his shoes and sat on the bed, Wendy turned away. She shook her ass playfully, looked over her shoulder to make sure she had his attention, then unfastened her top. With a shimmy, she shook it down her arms and tossed it aside. Still facing away from Paul she squirted oil onto her front.

"Oooh, it's cold!" Wendy said with a squeak.

"I could rub that in for you," Paul suggested.

Wendy looked back scoldingly. "Soon, naughty boy." She spread the oil across her chest, moaning softly. "You want to see?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm." Wendy turned slowly, her hands lifting and concealing her breasts. Once facing Paul, they dropped away.

"Ffffuck!" Wendy's breasts were perfect. Full and high, they turned slightly outward. Like other redheads, Wendy was pale-skinned, with a valley of freckles at the center of her cleavage. Her pink aureolae were just darker than the surrounding skin.

Wendy squeezed and lifted her breasts before letting them slip from her slick hands. "This feels good," she groaned. "Do you think I need more oil?"

"Yes," Paul grunted. He twisted his hips, trying to give his cock room to swell.

"I thought so, bad boy." Wendy gave her chest another generous squirt of the oil. It dripped from a line at her collarbone in dozens of glistening rivulets, some heading toward her breasts, and others toward the valley between. Before any could escape to her midriff, Wendy scooped them up, smearing the oil over and around her tits, lifting them before squeezing and dropping them to jiggle.

"Oooh, this feels so good." Wendy's eyes closed to slits as she fondled her pillowy breasts. Oil dripped from her fingers down her arms, where it fell from her elbows. "Get naked," she instructed Paul.

It didn't take Paul thirty seconds to leap up, tear off his shirt, then free himself from his pants and briefs.

"Oh, Paul," Wendy said, eyeing his eagerly bobbing organ. "Whatever will I tell our child about his or her father?"

"Tell 'em I had a rigid disposition."

Wendy giggled. "I'll say we were a perfect fit for each other." With that, she sat on the edge of the bed and gestured Paul toward her. "Put it here."

"Ohhh, fuck." As Paul approached, Wendy lifted her oil-slick tits, pushing them together. The soon-to-be father of her child put his cock between them and began to slide.

Wendy looked up, her expression uncertain. "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Do I have nice boobs?"

Paul stared at his glistening cock, the tip of which appeared briefly at the top of Wendy's cleavage before disappearing again. "Really nice," he groaned.

"Do you," she started before hesitating, "think our baby will like them?"

"Absolutely! That kid's hitting the jackpot."

"I hope so!" Wendy said. She squeezed her breasts together while Paul titty fucked her, but when he groaned again she looked up with concern. "Don't cum yet."

"I won't," he promised, though he wanted to. Paul had never cum on a pair of tits as nice as Wendy's, and the thought of splattering them with his hot spunk was tempting. "Feels sooo good, though!"

"My pussy will feel good, too." Wendy leaned back, releasing her breasts, which bounced heavily. She fumbled at the hem of her skirt, loosened it, and tugged it free along with her panties. Pulling back the covers, she lay on the bed, smiling at Paul hopefully.

"That's true," Paul admitted. "Usually I'm putting on a condom right about now."

"You can put it in bare," she whispered. Wendy had grown quieter as the earlier playfulness was replaced by reverence for what she was about to do. She rolled onto her back and parted her thighs. "Like this is good for conception."

Paul knelt between Wendy's thighs, pressed his cock against her labia, and nudged in the tip.

Wendy bit her lip. "Be gentle, please."

"I will." Paul thrust carefully, but Wendy was wet and ready for him and soon he moved freely. "It's good now, right?"

"Yes. You feel good."

Paul chose a sustainable rhythm. "I don't want to cum too soon," he explained. "Want to build up a big load."

"Yes," she said softly. "For when you shoot it in me."

A moment later Paul asked, "You're sure you'll conceive?"

She nodded. "It's day fourteen. I'm ovulating."

Paul hadn't expected to be aroused by the thought of impregnating someone, but Wendy's words sent a jolt straight to his balls. He wasn't just fucking to cum, Paul would be making a new life, and bringing the joy of motherhood to a young woman eager for it.

"You won't fuck anyone else after I put a baby in you?"

Her solemn eyes met his. "No, I won't."

"No one else will suck on those tits until the baby does."

"No one."

"Then I better do 'em right." Paul took a slippery breast in hand, kneading and tugging on it. He leaned forward to suck.

"Oh!" Wendy responded at once to Paul's mouth on her nipple. "That's nice."

"You like those titties sucked?"

"Don't stop!" she gasped.

He was happy to comply. Paul sucked and licked Wendy's ripe tits, lifting them to draw as much tender flesh into his mouth as possible before letting it slip free. He repeated, ending with a gentle bite, then again, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

Wendy writhed against the sheets, sighing, "Fuuuck."

"Oh, you'll be a good mom," Paul said. "You like having a mouth on those nips."

She whimpered. Wendy's pussy was wetter than it had been even just a minute earlier, and she trembled as Paul pumped her and played with her breasts. He switched sides, making sure both milkers ached with pleasure. Wendy panted, and Paul couldn't deny the surge he felt building up in his balls. Before they both slipped into the abyss he kissed her, renewing his dirty talk.

"You don't need a husband, do you? Just you and your baby."

"Y, yes." Wendy's eyes were mere slits, her soft lips parted.

Paul kissed her again, their tongues entwining. "You need a man though. Now, while you're fertile."

"Deep in me."

"You need cock." Paul's breath was harsh as he kissed her ear. "And my cum."

"Yes! Oh, Paul."

"You're so wet for me. So easy for me to put it in, to fill you." He was driving into Wendy relentlessly, not fast, but deep, ending each stroke with a hard push against her pelvis. He would cum soon, was already beginning to shake.

"Fiillll me," Wendy wailed. "Make me a mom!"

"You've always wanted this."

"Yesss! Longer than I can remember. Cum in me, please."

The lovers were slick with the oil, sliding together in hot bliss. Paul's chest hair tickled Wendy while her full breasts pillowed him. Both were trembling as they neared release.

"You want my cum in your bare pussy," Paul gasped. "Want me to blast your womb with my seed."

"Yesss," Wendy sobbed. "Impregnate me, Paul. No other man will do this to me, oh my god!"

Tormented by the fulfillment of her fantasy, and with Paul's cock throbbing and churning in her depths, Wendy at last succumbed to orgasm. She arched up, her arms flailing back against the bed and clawing at the sheets. "Oh, oh, hooooo!" she cried out in a voice that must have been heard halfway across the Quad.

"Take it! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna shoot my swimmers!" Wendy's pussy had clamped down on him and Paul rewarded it with cum. He'd been fucking her one way or another for fifteen minutes, building up a heavy load and when he came, the first shot would be massive.

"Fah, fawwwk." Paul cried out as his balls ejected a thick spurt of potent man seed. Delirious bliss swallowed him, the most powerful, most complete orgasm he had ever experienced. Fueled by the forbidden talk of impregnation, the ecstasy seemed endless, as did his reserve of cum. Each ecstatic jerk of his body flooded him with pleasure while it shot another spurt of cum into Wendy's depths.

"Oh, Paul!" Wendy gasped, "You're doing it to me. My egg, my precious egg, oh fuck!"

They came until both were utterly spent, utterly drained. Wendy managed a weak, "Stay in me," when Paul sagged against her, and though in any other situation, his weight upon her would have been uncomfortable, she welcomed it. The two were still, while deep in Wendy's womb the magic began.

***

"So, wait," Paul said. "You're going to sign up for Spanish next semester?"

Zak nodded. He and Paul were on their way back from the Quad, each content in his own way. "You saw that Chica in the Spanish Club. Her lips, holy fuck! Those tits!"

"Muy caliente," Paul agreed.

"What about you?" Zak asked. "You gonna see Wendy again?"

"No. She really does seem like she just wants a baby right now, not a man. I'm cool with that."

"So what's next for you, then? I'm calling dibs on all the girls in Spanish Club, by the way."

"You can have 'em," Paul said, waving a piece of paper.

"What's that?"

"Wendy and I fell asleep together for a while. I've never seen someone so content. When I finally left, they were wrapping up for the day."

"So what's the paper?"

"The list of Impregnation Society members who didn't get selected today. I grabbed it on the way out."

"Ohhh, you fucker!"

"Yep," Paul agreed. "I'm going to have a busy semester."