Heated Discussions and Backyard Suprise

“Madam Silvers, we sure this is a good idea? We are only sending one agent?” Mick Gorth the Chief technician whispered so only the Timelady could hear.

Chairwoman Brice Silvers, leader of the Council of Time stood tall in the dim of the communications room. The Lady always felt powerful controlling the Council’s largest S-class Space Cruiser. But not today. Everything was going into the trash-compactor.

“Madam?” Mick said a little louder.

The tech watched his boss stare at the surveillance equipment.

“… my hands are tied, Micky,” Lady Brice Silvers said not looking away from the main supercomputer screen.

“But madam, we still don’t understand how the Time-King knocked up the first team we sent? All readings show their timelines were not re-written. It’s like they became heavily pregnant without Dunamancy. Why risk another mission until we know more?” Mick asked before blushing at the thought of those pregnant cops.

The meek technician adjusted his pants as he tried to ignore is newly awakened pregnancy fetish.

“Micky … the rumors of mass mind control are true. The ‘Powers’ … they are not happy. We need answers and need them fast,” Lady Silvers whispered before tightening the grip on her mage-blade.

Mick noticed the tech-blade for the first time. The Chairwoman only wore it for official occasions … or battle. It was hung high and tight on the madam's left side. The horny tech stared at his bosses’ hips … his bosses wide childbearing hips. Mick shook his head in an effort to suppress his lustful feelings. He turned his focus on the Tech-blade (more commonly called the Mage Killer’s Blade). It was a very expensive weapon to make and was very difficult to master.

The Time-Lady let out a long sigh to calm her nerves. She took a few long deep breaths.

“We are taking a risk. That fucking Time-King knocked-up our agents without re-writing their pasts. That’s not Dunamancy that’s clearly Life-Magic,” Lady Silvers said more to herself than Micky.

Mick scooted closer, he felt embolden by Lady Slivers frank words.

“So … why send just one Time-agent? She will end up like Agent Collars and her team? Are you testing her loyalty?” Mick asked fishing for answers.

Brice Slivers shifted and faced Micky. He gulped as he stared up at his boss. Lady Silvers was about to rebuke her subordinate for all the questions before taking another deep breath.

“I sent Agent Ivy … The granddaughter of Titan-Empress Gia. She is a master in both Life and Time related magics. There isn’t anyone better to investigate the acceleration of living creatures through time. I believe Time-King Jim Hercule impregnated our agents and didn’t rewrite time but simply sped up the gestation/ageing of his children,” Lady Silvers said cooly.

“Buit If the target can do that … why are we sending a living agent. Send a droid, or even a remote drone bomb,” Mick argued.

“You overstep Chief-Technician Gorth,” Lady Silvers said in anger.

“You have forgotten your training. Time-Kings cannot be killed by snipers or bombs. They cannot be taken by surprise from sudden attacks. I should not need to remind you of our mythical threats. Time-Kings and Queens are so fucking dangerous because of their lack of limits. They always have a strong dunamancy-field around themselves. Their subconscious minds are always bending reality. Can a bullet or bomb kill faster than thought itself? And what of the Life-Magic? Who’s to blame for that? Another Mage? We need answers not blind stabs in the dark,” Lady Silvers said getting louder and angrier as she spoke.

The room went quiet. All the technicians looked up from their stations.

Lady Silvers quickly noticed and shouted, “back to work maggots!”

Everyone turned back around avoiding the ex-military Chairwoman.

“Micky, I would fire you if weren’t an expert in cross-dimensional-surveillance. So, focus on your toys, let mommy handle this,” Lady Silvered whispered with a growl.

Mick turned back to his work, and began praying Agent Ivy would be successful.

“Wait did Lady Silvers just call herself mommy?”

Jim followed Stacy back to the living room.

“Where is everyone?” Jim asked looking around in confusion.

The snack table, half eaten birthday cake, and pile of presents were all that remained of the party.

“The presents are here … where did everyone go?” Jim asked turning to Stacy.

“Close your eyes,” Stacy said poking Jim’s nose.

After a moment of hesitation, Jim begrudgingly complied.

“What are you ladies up to,”

“No questions,”

“This way,” Stacy said pulling Jim’s arm.

His ladies had to be close. How could 22 heavily pregnant women disappear so quickly.

“Where is she taking me,” Jim thought being led by the arm.

The young Time-King noticed the sound of the back door opening and how he was led into the backyard grass.

“Happy Birthday!”

A crowd of women was cheering and clapping.

Jim’s eye shot open, and was momentarily stunned. He stood outside in front of a massive giant birthday cake. Both the cake and Jim were at the center of a massive backyard party. Multiple string lights glowed bright illuminating a massive pool, firepit and decorated picnic tables. The birthday boy scanned the crowd and was surprised to see many new beautiful faces. A hungry part of Jim noticed that most of the women at the party were not visibly pregnant.

“Was our backyard always this large? Is that a birthday clown? And a mime?” Jim thought in amazement.

“Surprised?” Rachel asked waddling up to Jim.

“What is going on?” Jim said looking to his foster mother turned lover.

“Well, you probably guess that you were going to have a surprise birthday party when you came home … but you didn’t expect a Second Surprise Birthday Party! Huzzah!” Rachel said giving a cheer.

Everyone cheered a second time.

Pop!

On cue, a sexy bunny-girl popped out of the giant cake.

“Happy Birthday Jimmy” said the pretty brunette bunny-girl

Jim immediately noticed the sexy brunette's focus on him. She had fuck me eyes.

Two hours earlier.

“This is a strange event … right?” Francine asked, as she put on her mime costume.

“Yes,” both Annabelle and Ester said as one.

“And were okay with this?” Francine asked turning to her co-workers.

“Yes,” both Annabelle and Ester said again in unison.

“You don’t think it’s contagious?” Francine asked worriedly.

Annabelle stopped putting on her clown makeup. She turned and gave Francine a stare.

“What do you think is contagious?” Annabelle asked raising an eyebrow.

“You know …,” Francine said waving her arms over her middle.

Annabelle sighed and turned away from the crazy mime, and poked her boss. Ester swatted the poke away, as she adjusted her bunny-girl outfit.

“Boss, you deal with Fran’s craziness,” Annabelle said before returning to her clown makeup.

Ester turned and caught Francine’s eye. The new employee slowly stopped miming having a baby bump.

“Pregnancy is not contagious Francine,” Ester said before pointing out the trailer window.

Francine looked outside. Their trailer was parked in a massive backyard. The large grassy yard was slowly being transformed by a dozen pregnant women. Ester cleared her throat, making Francine meet her eyes.

“Those paying customers are not contagious. They are not sick, they’re just pregnant. A gathering of pregnant women is nothing to fear. Everyone came from a pregnant woman. It is completely normal for women to gather together and celebrate. Especially if they share something in common,” Ester said giving a smile.

The trailer went quiet.

“You really need to get over your fear of men,” Annabelle said breaking the silence.

Everyone looked to the clown who was adjusting her blue wig.

“Francine said last week she hates guys because of the Alien movies. Those are fiction, honey. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you get a free pass to hate,” Annebelle said.

“Men are no better than those face huggers!” Francine shouted cutting Annabelle off.

“All they think about is sex, ****, and leaving women with parasites,” Francine spat in disgust.

“Shut Up You Two!” Ester shouted.

“Anna … you’re not helping. AND Francine chill out. No one is going to **** you. Pregnancy is a fact of life. Men and Women have their roles. So, keep your thoughts on the matter to yourself until after the gig. I DON’T want you to offend ANY of our customers,” Ester said in frustration.

“But it’s … It’s not a baby shower. It’s a birthday party,” Francine argued.

“Okay, … So What?” Ester asked patiently.

“All those preggos are putting on a party for a guy. And I don’t see any other guy out there,” Francine said in a slight panic.

Ester looked out the window again before turning back to Francine and shaking her head.

“Listen sweety, I have been doing this for a few years,” Ester said stepping back to her makeup station.

“I admit, two dozen expecting mothers celebrating one guy is … odd. But I have worked at stranger parties,” Ester said recalling pass jobs.

“This guy could be the owner of a Prenatal Yoga Gym, or be the Head doctor of a Fertility Clinic. Just be happy they paid twice our normal rate. AND are providing free food and drink. So, smile, fill up, and get ready. We have a gig to do,” Ester said turning to her unfinished sandwich.

Francine looked over the free food and beverage, before deciding to go hungry.

“I am not going to eat or even drink. Not until I am safe back in my college apartment. There is something in the water,” Francine mentally swore.

No one spoke as the three special event performers finished getting ready.

Back at the party.

After the excitement died down, Jim found himself in a rentable party Photo Booth. His women were lined up outside. Each wanted a turn posing with him. They were all dressing up in crazy outfits and arguing over toy props.

“Next!” Jim said as he watched Emily (his Chinese cutie) waddle out of the booth.

Jim breathed deeply; he had to catch his breath quickly if the next girl was as demanding as Emily.

“My turn!” a voice Jim wasn’t familiar with squealed.

A second later the sexy bunny-girl from the cake jumped into the Booth. Jim sat up to greet the newcomer. But was suddenly being kissed by the girl, like her life depended on it.

“Whoa … slow … down,” Jim tried to say through her lips.

“I was waiting so long. I need you. I am going crazy … I’m on fire down there … I need a … hose to put it out … You’re so manly and … fertile,” the bunny-girl said between kisses.

“Emily!” Jim tried to shout out for help.

“No ... I’m Ester, … please … I need you,” the bunny-girl begged.

Jim quickly gave into his desires. He began feeling up his new partner. But Jim's thoughts eventually went to pregnancy and briefly considered using his Dunamancy.

“No, I am going to be better,” Jim thought to himself.

Despite Jim deciding to avoid magically impregnating Ester, (by rewriting the performer’s pass). Jim was still going to affect Ester’s life. He was quickly about to expand her future as a performer.

Luckly Ester was the last woman in line. Unluckily the noise coming from the Photo Booth was noticed by a few of Jim’s women. But they only smiled and shared knowing glances.

Most assumed that Jim was with one of his baby mamas. Little did they know Jim was about to add a few more to their ranks that evening.