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You heard a buzzing sound, coming from the floor. Leaning down, you fished your phone out of your pants, and found a text from Ava.

'Well hello there boyfriend! So, what did you think of my F&F idea? I've got a hankering for watching a car explode.'

You laughed out loud, and Kunisada shot you a funny look.

"Ah, heheh, sorry. Text from my girlfriend," you smiled giddily, "I have a girlfriend."

She raised an eyebrow, "I suppose you do."

You turned back to the phone, thumbing in your reply.

'Hankering? What are we, in the 1960's?'

The reply didn't take long.

'Sorry, I was speaking Dork-ese, figured you'd be fluent.'

'How very rude'

Then you remembered her question.

'That sounds great. Did you want me to meet you at the theatre on Lydon St?'

'Actually…'

You watched as the typing indicator appeared, then vanished, then reappeared. No way, did she have nerves?

'I was wondering if I could stay the night again?'

You fist bumped the air, before you were loudly reminded where you were.

"Ah, sorry," you said, glancing up at the scuff mark now imprinted on the roof of the car.

"It's had worse," Kunisada replied, "you're awfully excited."

"Sorta my natural state," you reply, glancing at her. She'd unbuttoned her shirt now, and you could see a simple pastel pink bra holding her breasts. Her boobs looked much bigger than when she rolled up to your window. Was the pregnancy already affecting her tits as well, or had that been retroactive? And better question, who cares?

"Well, I don't see that kind of optimism much. It's a good look," she gave you a smile. Not that wry smile from before, but a genuine one.

Your eyes lingered on her tummy, and the baby you had put there. Then you looked back at your phone.

'I'd love that. Do you want me to pick you up?'

'If you'd be so kind'

You waited, and she sent through her location. Not too far. Good.

"Sorry, I gotta go," you said, pulling your pants back on. Your cock thwapped against your pelvis, drawing stares from the heavily pregnant woman.

"I had to guess. Well darling, that was fun. It’s not every day a man fills me up on his first try. I'll be in touch over the phone, so don't feel like you need to go speeding again if you want my attention."

You nodded, and dashed out of the squad car, back to your vehicle. A turn of the key, a step on the pedal, and you were off. You looked over at the passenger side, and found that the seat was now imprinted with an enormous stain. You shook your head. No way were you cleaning that. You began to wonder if you could ransom your own dick to Beth, in exchange for cleaning it. Your mind wandered, and you began thinking about watching her lick it up. Ineffective, but daaaaaamn.

The drive wasn’t too bad. Not much traffic today, which you thanked your lucky stars for. After head banging to the Doom soundtrack for thirty minutes, you arrived at your destination. It was the east-side mall, a popular place for anybody looking to spend a lot of money. It took a bit of searching, but you found Ava sitting out front. She was wearing a jumper, baggy workout sweats, and was holding an enormous juice cup. Upon seeing your car, she grinned and walked over to you. She leaned up against the window, sticking her butt out.

When you wound it down, she did her best uwu voice, “What can I do you for sir?”

“I- uh, was thinking of taking you home?”

“Oh that’s nice. My rate’s are pretty high though, can you afford em?” she said, sticking a finger in her mouth to disguise her goofy grin.

You grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the dashboard, put them on, then slid them down the bridge of your nose, “I am something of a…. High roller.”

Ava nearly fell over backwards in fits of laughter, and you felt your own cheeks sting with chuckles. When she finally got ahold of herself, steadying against the door of the car, she gave you a kiss on the cheek. A few seconds later, you two were out of the parking lot and heading back home.

"So how's your day been Stringbean?"

"Uhhh… well, dropped my sister off at work. That was about it," you glanced over at the passenger side, where Ava now sat.

"Did she spill something on the seats?" Ava said, shifting her thighs to reveal that pussy juice stain.

"Ahahaha, yeah, she was… uh… drinking Ice tea."

Ava side-eyed you, "you okay?"

"I'm…" you sighed, "I've got something to tell you."

"I'm all ears babe."

That was a new nickname. You felt a bit of warmth in your chest as she said it. As she did, she reached out her hand, running it along your arm. You looked over, and those big, black eyes were staring back.

"I… I think I might be magic."

Her nose crinkled.

"I'm serious!"

"Oh sure, sure. I haven't got a hat for you, but I assure you that you'll be able to play with my bunny," she said, grinning.

You shook your head, "do you remember last night, when I asked you about time stopping?"

"Yeah?"

"It keeps happening. Every time I cum, time stops. Well, almost every time."

She just sat there, staring at you.

"And every time it stops, I always get a question. 'You or Her?' Every time. And time starts again when I choose. Things change, because of those choices. I've seen it. I know it. They aren't always super obvious, but sometimes they're so obvious that it's like something, somewhere is fucking with me! And I don't know what to do and you're really nice and it happened with you first so maybe you can tell me-"

"String bean?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to get out of this roundabout."

You looked out the window, and she was right. You'd been doing donuts around this road for the last minute or so. You flicked your indicator, turning off and onto your street. You drove up to the garage, and cut the engine.

It was then that Ava spoke.

"I don't really get it, to be honest. It sounds like you're going a bit crazy. And also like you're blaming me for it."

"No, I-"

"Lemme finish. I didn't do this, I have no idea what you're talking about. If sex is freaking you out that much, you can just tell me you want to slow down."

"No! No, I… I like what we have. I don't want to stop that. I just don't know who else to tell. Or what to say."

"Well… okay, look. You're a cutie, sting bean. I like you. So I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here. You said these choices affect the real world, right? So can you show me a change that got made?"

"My mum!"

"Your mum? What does she have to do with it?"

"After…" the honest truth might not go over so well here, "after our first time. My mum didn't always make milk like that."

"But she… so you're saying that you altered history? How? Why?"

"I don't know! All I get are two words, it never gives me details. Or it hasn't so far. But isn't it weird that my mum produces that much milk, despite not being pregnant for the last nineteen years?"

"I hadn't considered that… but that's insane. I remember her always being like that."

"Everybody but me seems to. Same thing happened…"

"Okay, you have got to stop doing that. What is happening?"

"I fucked a police officer."

That hung in the air for a second. You nailed your gaze to the floor, trying your damnedest not to have a panic attack.

"How?"

"S-s-something about my dick. Ev-every woman I-I've shown it to gets a-a-attracted to it."

"Holy shit."

Your neck snaps up, and you see that her face is flushed.

"I never… I've never told anyone…" Ava mutters to herself, staring off into space.

"What are you..?"

Ava took a deep inhale through her nose, "Okay, my turn for honesty I suppose. I've… had this fantasy. For a while, now. I always imagined that… that I'd date a guy. A guy who was big, and strong, and kind. Oh, and funny, obviously. The kind of guy you see in movies."

You nodded, as Ava shifted in her seat.

"This guy… I don't think he ever had a name. Just whichever guy I was crushing on at the time. He had this dick. This amazing dick. An irresistible, glorious cock. A cock nobody wanted to say no to. I would imagine him getting all these beautiful women, having them throw themselves at him, so that he and I could fuck atop this pile of writhing flesh…"

She was drooling a little now, her face bronzed with her blush. Your own pants were tightening up as she talked about what you now were. What you could be.

"I want to see it."

"You kinda already have?"

"No! I want you to show it to someone else, while I watch."

You reeled in your seat.

"Ava, that's… I mean wow. I can but are you sure?"

She bit her lip, her fingers shaking as she tried to contain herself.

"I am," she said, her voice betraying her giddiness, "I want this. I want to know. If you… if this is real… all my fantasies will be..."

She shuddered, unable to finish the thought as the excitement overwhelmed her. She fell forward, and you caught her in your arms. She looked up at you, those eyes of hers hooded beneath that beautiful curly hair.

"Call me your butterfly," her voice was barely above a whisper, "I want to hear it. I want to know how it sounds."

You moved a hand up, using your long, delicate fingers to push a curl out of her face. As your palm rested against her cheek, you spoke.

"My butterfly."

Ava pushed into your body, her own convulsing. She moaned into your jacket. Loud, shuddering moans as you hugged her to you.