More Men and Baby #1

After Alec awoke, I told him that he was to leave immediately. Only charity allowed him to stay the night; what if he didn't have a bed at all? He certainly acted as though he could be homeless.

He scrambled away as quickly as I could wish. Then I was taken with a sudden wave of nausea.



I ran to the bathroom, fortunately able to avoid creating a mess on the floor.

I wondered what it could be. Sickness was rare on my planet. Had I caught some infernal sim virus?

Then I remembered: sims vomit when they are pregnant!



I strutted across my humble abode, smiling. Now I was sure that my night had been productive.



I spent much of the day working on my paintings. That Alec had woken up very late, leaving me so little of the day to plan and work. I hoped that my future lovers would be more considerate.

Then, to my complete bewilderment, I was interrupted by a phone call. Oh, why? Why did I give that dolt my phone number?



Eventually, I told Alec the truth: I did not want to see him any longer.

"It is not you," I explained. "I have vowed to have 100 children, and raise them all myself. But surely you do not wish to have 100 children. I do hope we can remain friends."

I was almost sad: it was a milestone, to dismiss my first sim-father. I have little doubt that I will experience similar moments in the future.



I finished my first painting. A masterpiece, of course! My people would be most proud. I sold it for a whole 11 simoleons. I was most pleased with that price- until I was informed that a new house of the caliber I require costs 50,000 simoleons! I will not let my next customer cheat me so!



I sat down for dinner, surprised and disgusted to see that the plate from yesterday's meal still remained, exuding a vile stench. Did the plates not self-clean and self-stack? Does this place have no technology at all? Clearly reading the miniature Barnacle Bay travel guide had not been enough to educate me in the ways of sims. I would learn, before I staged my revolution.



The day was not yet over, however. I decided to visit the park in the hopes of finding a new paramour before giving birth, so I could immediately be impregnated.

Upon reaching the park, my eyes fixated quickly on the only man within sight. He certainly looked more promising than Alec, and far less silly.



No sooner had I begun talking with the man, when I felt a change in my stomach. I looked down and my stomach was larger. Apparently pregnancy in the sim world is a rapid process. All the more opportune for me!



The man, who asked me to address him as Gil, wished to touch my stomach. Naturally, I let him. I learned that this Gil had a real love for family, especially babies and children.



Gil hugged me.

"I'm so excited for your baby!" he said.

Are all sim men so strange? Why would he care about a baby that was not his? Unless he wanted my next child to be his own...



"I am no longer with the father of my unborn child," I said. "Would you like to have a child with me?

"Goodness!" Gil said. "This is awkward, but... I'm married. I have a teenage son at home. I couldn't possibly-"

"I did not ask you to move in," I said, making sure he understood. "I simply wish for you to impregnate me. After this child is born, naturally. Am I understood now? I will give you my address."

Gil looked at me, silent, his cheeks red. Then he gazed at the ground. Clearly I had broken a cultural norm. Perhaps married men did not engage in relations with other women? How limiting and inconvenient! I promised myself that I would attain Gil through any means possible. Rejection is simply not an option.



With Gil as only a possibility, I decided to scour the neighborhood for more men. The following afternoon, I knocked on a neighbor's door, my stomach already larger than before.

I was dismayed when a woman answered the door. She attempted to chatter at me about gardening techniques, as if all my time was not devoted to meeting men, giving birth, and painting.



Luckily, it seemed she had a male roommate. An attractive, interesting roommate. What brilliant hair! What pale, lovely eyes! He WOULD be one of my fathers.

"Hi," he said. "My name's Alden."



I thought hard about the easiest way to win his heart, and decided on jokes. I amused the man with my stellar wit. He seemed most taken with my way of speech.



"You're so different from the other girls I know," he said, embracing me. "I want to know you better. Can I see you again?"

An easy target, thankfully. He eased my stung pride after the failed encounter with Gil.



I did depart from the home, but not before I took a quick kiss from Alden. I was unsure exactly how it had escaped Alden's attention that I was pregnant, but he made no comment. Perhaps he believed I was overweight?



I attempted to visit Gil at his house, the location of which I had determined by computer. Unfortunately, only his teenage son was at home. He asked me what I wanted from his father and if I wished to give him a message. Unable to provide a proper answer, I promptly left.



I returned to my paintings, now that I had at least one man ready for impregnation. Painting became my most valuable source of entertainment.



Soon I was so large that walking became an impracticality. I hoped that the birth was not far away.



I decided to invite Gil over, and shockingly he agreed. Maybe he had reconsidered my offer. I entered the bathroom to check my face before he arrived, when suddenly I felt an incredible amount of pain. It was terrible timing, with Gil on the way.



I wondered how I would be able to experience this pain 99 more times. Perhaps I would look into a fertility treatment so that I would have more multiple baby births.



I heard the doorbell's ring, and knew that Gil stood outside, waiting. I hoped he would not believe that I had forgotten about him. The pain had increased so that I could not make it to the door, much less the hospital.



I gave birth in that bathroom. It was not painless or wonderful, but there was something great about knowing that I had another helper in my quest for world domination.





As all children on my planet do, he became a toddler immediately. It was a comfort to realize that I would not have to wait longer. I had not known if a child with only half of my species' genes would be the same.

My boy seemed to favor me. He had my skin and hair. Only his eyes were the brown of that Alec. I was glad that my first son was most like me.

I realized that I did not know what name I should bestow upon him. He needed a simlish name, but I know little of simlish names, and I refused to name him after his father. I decided that I would name my children using randomly found names from a naming book. Therefore, I named my son Stanley.

After seeing Stanley, I was ready for the next father! I eagerly anticipated all the children I would have. The question was, would my next sim man be Alden or Gil?




Thanks for reading! Any comments would be great :)

Also, in the spirit of Addi's lack of name knowledge, I'm using a random name generator to pick the names of her children. I've already generated the next 25 or so male and female names. Some of them are interesting, some so weird I cringed, and a few are downright hilarious. :)

Addi's Plan and Her First Victim

Greetings earthlings! My name is Addivalaknawparfiuasopi. But my wise father informed me that human names have less syllables and are easier to say, therefore until my world domination plan is complete, you may call me Addi.



World domination, you may repeat, confused, as most humans seem to be when confronted with the superior intelligence of my species. Well, you did not hear wrong. My goal is to dominate the sim world. And my plan is absolutely ingenious! I will have 100 alien babies, and their fathers will be the men of Barnacle Bay! This way, I will win the hearts and souls of the men, while also building an army of devoted followers.

What can I say? My old planet was getting a bit boring. And sim-mating sounds infinitely more enjoyable than mating among my species.



After my arrival, I purchased a place of residence. I will admit, it is not as spacious or grand as the castle I plan to have built after I become world dictator. And there is this sim invention called the garbage can that is meant to hold waste products. It smells absolutely vile. Why do these dimwitted sims not disintegrate their waste, as we do on my old planet? I was warned that the technology in Barnacle Bay was not very advanced, but for some reason I expected more.



Understandably a bit fearful, I entered my new home.



What I found was quite shocking after my easy existence and pampered life on my planet. I do not know who decided this place was fit for habitation! I did not know such poverty existed, such despicable conditions!

My home has only three rooms. This is the place where I will consume food and drink. I am told sims call it a "kitchen."



This is the table on which I will consume my food. It is fortunate that I do not plan on inviting others to share in my meals, because, as you can see, there no seats to spare.



In the same room lies my only source of entertainment (besides the hapless sims I chose to ensnare, of course): an easel. I am an excellent artist, so I was quite relieved to find that easels in the sim world are nearly the same as ours, except they do not float of their own volition.



And here is my bedroom. Yes, my bedroom is only a bed. But it is a double bed, which has enough room for my male company. I will be having a lot of that, of course! Though I hope they are not frightened away by my hovel of a home.

After much thought, I determined that the miniature third room was for me to remove my own waste, as well as clean my body.



Did I mention the eyesore that is directly across the street from my own abode? No wonder my puny front yard smells so unappealing! When I am world dictator, the cruel real estate agent that sold me this home will be the first of my personal slaves.



Naturally, after viewing my home I felt highly inspired to earn enough money to move into a nicer place of residence in a more upscale neighborhood of Barnacle Bay. I also suspect it would be difficult to raise so many offspring in this small home.

I began painting, hoping I could sell my pieces for significant amounts of money.



To my surprise, a small ringing sound interrupted my work. Apparently, when sims visit each other they press this button and it makes a sound to notify the home owner that guests have arrived. In this case, some local sims had heard that I moved in and wished to make me feel welcome.

I was disappointed that none of my visitors were of the male variety. But I brightened when I remembered that these women could have husbands, brothers, or sons for the taking, and that they were good sources of information.



The elderly woman informed me of the potential to be self-employed. I discovered that if I ventured to City Hall and registered myself as a painter, I could sell my paintings and obtain more and more money as my reputation increased.



I walked out of City Hall, a newly registered painter, when I had my first sight of a male sim being. It was not exactly awe-inspiring. He wore silly garments and had a large nose. But at least he showed the proper respect upon meeting me. He could not tear his eyes away. His hand stayed extended long after I had finished shaking his, as though he wanted to reach out and grab my hand again.



He was a very enthusiastic sim. He introduced himself as Alec Trebo amidst much excitement and gesturing. Apparently he is the descendent of pirates, which to my knowledge are sims that wear foolish clothes and ride in sea vessels searching for treasure. I sincerely doubt that this bumbling idiot has the courage to roam the seas, but I humored him.



"Your hair is very brown," I said in my most alluring voice. "How did it get that wonderful color?"

"My hair?" he said. "I, uh, was born with it that way...?

The sim known as Alec was receptive to my charms, but I feared that a more intelligent victim would have walked away. I vowed to learn how females flirt on this world!



Alec looked very proud of himself. Excellent! Let him think it was all his plan...



After more flirting and teasing, I exchanged saliva with Alec. I believe sims call it kissing? It was not the most wonderful experience, mostly because I suspect that Alec is inept, but I have faith that future sim lovers will be less annoying than him.



I informed him that he could now accompany me to my place of residence. As expected, he did not refuse.





Alec was quick to hop into my bed. He did not seem to notice the hideousness that is my home. Or perhaps his place of residence is worse! What an awful thought!

I wondered if Alec had ever encountered a female before. Somehow, I doubted this was normal behavior for sim males.



After that act was complete, I looked at Alec in satisfaction: I was sure that I was pregnant! And equally sure that as soon as I was pregnant I would never have to deal with him again. One male down, 99 to go!




Hello readers! Thanks for taking the time to check out my new 100 baby challenge! I hope you enjoyed it. I appreciate comments and would love to hear what you think :)

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