imagine getting pregnant at a party while drunk. maybe outside behind a bush or in a restroom. somewhere slutty where everyone knows what you did and jeer at the both of you.
then months later when you’re really showing people who were there ask who the father is and you have to tell them they know just as much as you do about the guy, while one hand absently rubs the belly where his bastards are growing inside your already overextended womb.



















