Homer Vargas writes about his favorite kind of reader -- and not just because she's pregnant.

A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a very short maternity dress approaches a short, dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaims. "You are... you must be... Homer Vargas!"

"What a clever surmise. How did you guess?"

"You look just like him."

"Hmm, so I've been told."

"You see THIS?" the woman asks, pointing to her large belly.

"Is my name Homer Vargas?"

"YOU are the cause of this!"

"Madam, I do not even know you, never mind never having known you."

"No, I mean it was your stories! One night after fucking my boyfriend into a coma, I was still horny. Surfing the net I came across your site and started reading 'A Cop Too Far.' Holy shit! The way they used hormones, and toys, and girl/girl sex, and hypnosis, to turn that cop woman's mind to mush and get her pregnant with the druglord's baby! That was sooo HOT. And then "The Examination," my God! Thinking about that hotshot lawyer seduced by the black nurse and then programmed by the doctor to be a fucktoy for her boss until he got her pregnant. My hand was in my pussy the whole time. I made a real mess of my panties and skirt, I'll tell you."

"It's always a joy for an author of erotic literature to find that his efforts are appreciated."

"Appreciated? Hell, when I finished "Bred," where that frustrated husband, and his brother, and the brother's ever-pregnant wife turn that snooty career woman into a stay-at home baby maker, I was so wound up I raced back to the bedroom and fucked my boyfriend three more times."

"Well, I guess that's what you get for reading pornography," the man replies a little testily, nodding at her bulge. "Accidents do happen."

"Accidents?" she snorts. "This," she cradles her belly proudly, "was no accident. I was on the pill at the time and had no more interest in getting pregnant, BEFORE I started reading your stories, than my lover did in making me pregnant. Maybe he didn't know how horny pregnant women get, or how much we like to fuck the guy who has put his baby in us, or how much men enjoy eating knocked-up pussy."

"I see HE hadn't read any Homer Vargas stories."

"No, and he'd have freaked to know I was reading that kind of 'trash.' He was so conservative; he would never do me anyway but 'lights-out missionary.' I only put up with it because he was intelligent, handsome as sin, had a monster cock, and he could make me come more times flat of my back during a quick slam-bam than most men could with a good half-hour doggy fuck. He was one of the best of the eighteen to twenty-five year old studs I'd been bedding and dumping for years, enjoying my money and my freedom, always careful NOT to get pregnant. Maybe your stories just set off the alarm on my biological clock, but after that night, I was obsessed with having this guy's babies."

"He must have been flattered."

"It scared the shit out of him. He might have dumped ME, except, well," she smirks, "I'm not bad looking and I'm a hell of a good lay."

The brown man appraises her curly red hair and green eyes and nods. "So?"

"That's where your other stories came in handy."

"You mean the (Mf, MC, Fdom, preg) ones?"

"Exactly. I read them all for tips on how sexy older women get handsome young hunks to knock them up. I considered trickery, like the woman in "Principles," sabotaging the condoms or just getting him to do me bareback at the 'wrong' time, but I rejected it, as that would really put him off and I didn't want just one baby from this Adonis. I had plans for him to keep me pregnant for years. I loved the raw power of "Sabah" and knew how I'd use her psychic powers, IF I had them. Too bad I didn't have an organization like that of "The WOPI Chronicles" to kidnap him and hold him prisoner while I slowly conditioned him to be my stud toy. Or he couldn't be transformed into a horny, docile plaything like the men in "A New Infection." The chair in my computer room was caked with girl juice from all the times I got off searching through those stories."

"You looked to erotic for practical advice? Surely, madam, you must realize..."

"Yeah those were all just hokey. Hot as shit, but hokey. So I decided to use hypnosis."

"Hypnosis? But Vargas stories hardly ever have elaborate hypnosis induction scenes and besides..."

"I know. All that 'Look into my eyes' and 'watch the pretty pendant' is malarkey, too. But I knew there were drugs that make a person very open to suggestion, like Maria used in "Dawn and Ken and Maria and David." And I figured if I rewarded him for each new thought I put in his head, they were more likely to stick."

"Makes sense."

"So I put a little something extra in his wine the next Friday when he came over. When he got that dumb smile on his face, I told him to forget about the theatre; I wanted to cuddle a while. He let me lead him to the couch, but I had more than a cuddle in mind. I whispered in his ear how much he loved my tits and soon I had him working on them with his mouth and hands with more enthusiasm that he'd ever shown before. Even as he pawed me, I was thanking you for the idea."

"Would Homer Vargas mislead you?

"Worked like a charm. Still, getting a guy to feel me up has never been much of a challenge even without drugs. I wanted to test him. Notwithstanding several strong hints, I'd never been able to get him to go down on me. So as he was kissing my titties like crazy I whispered to him that I was getting really wet 'down there' and I'd like him to kiss and lick my pussy. He seemed to resist a little so I told him how good my pussy juice tasted, and how much he loved to worship my sex, and how much he wanted to make me come with his mouth. He sort of moaned and slipped down onto his knees between my legs. I flipped up my skirt - of course I hadn't worn panties - and let the sight and smell of my steamy cunt finish him off."