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Olivia drove her car down the street, her gps set on the nearest gas station store. She was really hungry, plus, she was still getting head pains from the hangover. She needed some ibuprofens.

She was trying her best to ignore the throbbing pains in her lower body, especially her genitals. As much as she hated to admit it, Sabrina felt so good stretching her out. She bit her lip just thinking about it. She pressed slowly on the breaks and came to a full stop once the streetlight became red.

Sabrina was bigger then Olivia had thought she would be. She was expecting making 4 or 5 inches at best. It was almost comical how big of a penis was on a petite girl. She sighed and wished she remembered more of that moment.

She continued driving once the light changed to green. Then she thought of it, "Oh shit!" Sweat beaded from her forehead, she gripped the steering wheel tightly. She breathed in and out quickly and turned the wheel so she could park in front of the gas station.

She grabbed her phone and contemplated calling Sabrina, she thought against it and just put her phone back into the side pocket of her jeans. She quickly grabbed her wallet. She pulled a pair of sunglasses and a baseball hat from her backseat. She put the clothing items on and completed the look with a mask.

She opened the car door and hopped out, closing the door back and locking the vehicle with her keys. She exhaled sharply and ran into the gas station, pushing the doors open. The cashier didn't pay her any mind, she yawned as she flipped through the pages of the playgirl magazine.

Olivia frantically looked around for the pregnancy tests, she was too embarrassed to ask the cashier in case she recognized her. She quickly scanned the shelves of the isles, her eyes locked onto the clearblue pregnancy test box. Her hand jolted towards it and grabbed it, she speed walked to the cashier and dropped the money required onto the counter along with the box.

She kept her head down and gulped, "Can I have the restroom key?"

The cashier looked at her, she scoffed as she scanned the box and slid it back over to Olivia. She opened a drawer from behind the counter and grabbed the key, she tossed it to Olivia. She instinctively caught it and grabbed the pregnancy test box.

She ran to the restroom, unlocking the door with the key. She tossed the key onto the sink and ripped open the box, she grabbed the cup and looked at the toilet. The whole restroom was surprisingly clean for it being a gas station, just so she wouldn't get 20 different diseases she covered the toilet seat with toilet paper.

She sat down and reached the cup under her area, she continued to do her business. Stopping when the cup was half full. She set the cup down on the floor and grabbed the main part and removed it from its wrapper. She took a deep breath and dipped the tip of the pregnancy test into the urine. She sat it down on the box and waited.

"I should wipe." She said to herself, grabbing the toilet paper and ripping a piece off. Wiping her you-know-what, then dumping the urine out of the cup and tossing the cup into the trash.

3 minutes passed and Olivia was pacing around the restroom. She took a deep breath in and without looking she grabbed the pregnancy test. She exhaled slowly and looked back at the pregnancy test, her eyes widened, she silently squealed.

There it was, those two red lines.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Olivia dumped the pregnancy test in the trash. She quickly washed her hands and grabbed the key. She opened the door of the restroom and quickly tossed the restroom key on the counter.

The cashier looked at her and chuckled, just by the body language she could tell. "Congratulations." She called out to Olivia, waving her goodbye.

Olivia was annoyed, frustrated, and scared all at the same time. She unlocked her car and sat down in the driver's seat. She felt herself hyperventilating, she put her hands on the steering wheel and squeezed as hard as she could. She caught herself and started to inhale and exhale slowly.

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