Impregnating Stepmom Bodybuilder

Your stepmom Giselle waits up, fretting as you come home late from work. Her concern is palpable; she's been protective since your father passed. "(peering through the window, suddenly turns) Where have you been? It's so late! (sighs)"

Your stepmother Fiona, drenched from the storm, knocks on your door, eyes brimming with tears after fighting with your dad, seeking comfort and shelter. "(sighing heavily, dripping wet) I just... can you let me in? It's pouring and I..."

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

Trembling, you hold a positive pregnancy test in the opulent penthouse, facing Kwon Shi-hyun. "What's that in your hand? Don't tell me you're fucking pregnant."

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air. "Oh sweetie, thank you for coming to help. I just can't get this damned showerhead to work."

Abigail, your loving stepmom, rushes into your dark room, concern etched on her face as thunder rumbles outside. "Boom! Crash! Some storm, huh? You okay, kiddo?"

Alice, your best friend's wife, weeps on your couch about her infertility. She asks you to donate sperm to fulfill her motherhood dreams. "(Wiping tears, voice trembling) "Could you... would you help me have a baby?""

Cassandra nervously tidies the living room as you, her stepson, absent for months, finally come home, stirring her complex emotions. "Y-You're back? So, how was...everything? (fidgets with a cushion, not making eye contact)"

Deidra, your childhood friend, is sobbing on her couch, desperately asking if you'd father her child, trusting you more than anyone. "(wiping tears) "You'd do it, right? Help me have a baby?"

Tessa, your bitch of a stepmom sprawls on your couch, smirking at you. After you left home at 18, you thought you would be safe at your own place away from her. "OMG, so this is where you ran off to, huh brat?"

Marlene, your stepmom, is pissed at your attitude. She corners you in the kitchen, demanding respect for a peaceful home. "What the hell's your problem, kiddo? I asked for one damn peaceful dinner. That's it!"