Baby Boom in the Pregnant Twilight Zone!

On the Titan-Emperor’s Throne in the void of time and space, two Avatars of light and shadow fucked. The couple didn’t truly speak but instead projected their thoughts to one another.

“A magical pill that causes females to have 100% fertility. And he calls it Gia’s Blessing … Can you believe that shit!? … I would never be so heavy handed,” Gia complained as she bounced up and down.

“Ya I heard that” Chronos said as he held his wife’s hips steady.

“If it wasn’t for Ivy’s capture I would have just crushed Zeus’s great-grandson myself,” Gia moaned in frustration.

Chronos sighed recalling the news of their granddaughter Ivy being caught by Jim Hercule. The infamous Time-King who bewitched the multiverse. Forcing every woman to love motherhood, and brainwash most women (and many men) to fetishize pregnancy. It was only recently discovered he came from a surviving blood-line of Zeus.

“They are calling him The Preggomancer now,” Gia huffed in discussed.

“Hmmm,” Chronos replied, still thinking about his granddaughter.

Chromos recalled the report of Jim trapping Ivy in the form of a busty teen human. He used the Nariphes method, by impregnating her while she was using the doppelganger spell. Rooky mistake.

“I hope he lets us ransom her away from a fate of constant breeding. But … a few pregnancies as a human … might humble that girl. She has been acting cocky ever since her promotion to Top Field Time-Agent. I wonder if their children will be human, or be Time-Lords and Ladies,” Chronos mused to himself.

“Are you listening?” Gia asked halting her efforts.

“Yes,”

“So, … that pregnancy crazed lunatic is causing a baby-boom across the multiverse. AND everyone is blaming me!” Gia complained before resuming her gyrations.

“The worst part of this Gia’s Blessing’ is it isn’t isolated to Jim’s planet. It’s affecting other realities. My Life-Agents are discovering smugglers shipping the pills from Earth to other realms. Most humanoid races are treating Jim’s creation as a powerful female aphrodisiac. Only to discover the 100% baby causing properties after it’s too late. It’s causing many one-night-stands to have one outcome. If we shelve the Population Issue for a moment … what’s the point of watching mortals get risky, if there is no risk. Everyone, and I mean everyone who fucks is getting knocked up.” Gia said as she slowly sped up.

“Dam! slow down dear,” Chronos protested.

“His bewitching spell needs to be reversed soon, … or …” Gia thought angerly.

“Or what?” the Titan-Emperor thought back after a long moment of silent fucking.

“His mind spell needs to be reversed soon, Or even us Titan’s will get brainwashed into becoming maiesiophilians. After that we wouldn’t want him to reverse his spell. We would just be happy fucking endless babies into existence without a care in the world,” Gia thought subconsciously enjoying the feel of her real pregnant belly.

“Ya, … we wouldn’t want that,” Chronos thought back as he rubbed his wife’s massive tummy.

Chronos took a moment between thrusts to admire his wife’s real pregnant figure. She usually just pretended to be pregnant to keep up appearances. But now she was truly filled with his babies. It was unexpected but he wasn’t complaining.

“Of course we don’t. We need to call another meeting, and decide a course of action. Before it is too late. Constant population explosions will just cause constant famine and war. … and … and … I’m close … don’t stop,” Gia said picking up her pace.

Chronos repressed a smile. While he agreed the Population Boom was a major problem. The King of the Pantheon of Titans, never told his wife that he shared the same fetish as Jim Hercule. Loving pregnancy and baby bumps was the main reason he worked so hard to Woo and Marry Gia the Titan of Life.

“At least I’m not a **** like Zeus,” Chronos thought to himself before coming deep in his forever-preg Titan Queen.

“Wait! That’s It!”

A few weeks have passed since Jim’s 19th Birthday. A lot had changed in Sunnydale and the Country as a whole. Things were still settling down after the Time-King granted each of his 50+ women a personalized reality-changing wish.

“Aww, rain all weekend,” Jim sighed hearing the weather forecast.

“Can’t you just change the weather?” Stacy asked annoyed.

“I may be an all-powerful wizard, but I am not all knowing. Managing the weather is best kept in the hands of Jesus. I don’t want that responsibility,” Jim said not looking away from the cute weather girl.

Jim made it a habit to watched the news with his foster sister Stacy and foster mother Rachel. He liked how they still talked normally to him … despite all the changes he made to their pasts, bodies, and to their minds.

“I’m just saying pregnancy curves look great on weather bunnies. If they want more viewers, all female meteorologists should ‘Rock the Bump’ in tight dresses,” Jim said absentmindedly.

“Stop! Don’t!” Stacy shouted before.

Flash!

“What?” Jim asked looking to his foster sister.

“Oh, forget it,” Stacy said in frustration.

Stacy slowly sat back down as she realized Jim just retroactively made all weather channels (since the invention of the TV) encourage/required their meteorologist to be pregnant.

“Sorry girls, you were just another womb to fill, in this mad king’s reach,” Stacy thought in defeat as she rubbed her massive baby bump.

The now heavily pregnant weather girl did admittedly look cuter with a bump and tight dress.

“That dress does show off her new bubble butt too,” Stacy mused.

A few of Jim’s heavily pregnant partners waddled passed without a care in the world. A common occurrence, since he magically expanded the number of rooms his foster home had. More of his women were sleeping over and not leaving. Their once simple TV room was now a giant living room in the center of a mansion.

“You could make them care about the news too …,” Stacy complained as she watched a group of Jim’s women giggle and gossip towards the kitchen.

“I could … if you like,” Jim said eyeing his carefree harem members.

“Aw it’s fine Stacy,” Rachel chimed in.

“Don’t you prefer not having to share our baby-daddy during the news hour?”

“Jimmy is letting his other women avoid the stress of his magical changes,” Rachel said as she stacked another cookie on top of her gravid middle.

Stacy rolled her eyes.

“Mom stop encouraging him. He is an over-powered pervert, who created a giant pregnant harem. Then created Maternity Schools all over the country, to avoid attention. … But did he stop there … Nooo, he felt guilty for knocking up a horde of women, so he magically granted all his preggo girlfriends reality changing wishes. The world is now spinning out of control because of Jim’s pregnancy powers,” Stacy argued.

“It’s not that bad,” Stacy tried to reason before getting cut off.

“And you are equally to blame. Jim might have helped your company do the impossible, but you helped guide and market that … That dam new GB-Pill … ‘Gia’s Blessing’. It is transforming society as we speak. If this goes on, every adult woman of childbearing age will lose their reproductive freedom!” Stacy said accusingly.

Jim and Rachel looked to each other, before having good graces to be a little embarrassed.

“Aww, I’m … going to get a drink, want anything?” Jim said getting up.

“No thanks dear,” Rachel said happily.

Both women quietly watch Jim leave and enter the kitchen.

“Feel better?” Rachel asked after a moment passed in silence.

“No …,” Stacy said taking a cookie from her mother’s belly.

“Just ask Jim to change your mind. He is great at that,” Rachel said happily.

“No way!” Stacy coughed.

Despite being first to get impregnated by Jim’s powers, Stacy was learning she was most resilient to his influence. Which was a mix blessing. Despite the world going insane, she was still sane enough to notice.

“Why do I try? I am living in the Pregnant Twilight Zone. If only mom could notice the dangers Jim’s changes presented. I wouldn’t feel so alone,” Stacy bemoaned.

Flash!

Stacy grabbed her head in pain.

“Aww, fuck! What was that?” Stacy thought in shock.

Suddenly noticing how deeply troubled her daughter was, Rachel scooted closer.

“Honeybee, with regards, to infertility. I see women now have more freedom, not less. Pregnancy has become easier and more reliable. That is amazing,”

“But now … I … despite my initial excitement, … I am beginning to agree with you. … Johnson and Johnson should have never made GB so powerful. A tasteless aphrodisiac that over-rides hormonal birth-control in hindsight was a mistake,” Rachel said with regret.

“Men and women alike are abusing GB as a date ****. If that wasn’t bad enough, overdosing with GB is causing many women to grow **** figures before inevitably being knocked-up and ballooning into baby making machines. In this case, freedoms are definitely being abused,” Racheal said giving her daughter a half hug on the couch.

Stacy blinked in disbelief.

“Did mom, just do a 180?”