Cheer Team

“Took you long enough. Making out with Jenny?” Stacy asked as Jim got behind the wheel.

“What!?! No,” Jim said being pulled from his thoughts.

“Don’t give me that look. Mom told me. Jenny was looking for a donor for some time,” Stacy said with a grin.

Jim sighed.

“Sorry, … can we talk about this later … I’m not feeling well,” Jim said rubbing his eyes. His headache was getting worse and worse.

“Okay, fine birthday boy. But I’m just saying. We should start pimping you out to women who also want some of your super-sperm. We could make a killing,” Stacy said with a laugh.

Jim pulled out of the parking lot as Stacy began sharing recent school gossip. Jim passively listened as he focused on driving.

“I need to stop impregnating everyone I know. I’m a Dunamancy Wizard. Not a Preggomancy pervert,” Jim thought to himself.

Jim parked the car in their designated spot.

“Great, now just enough time to help me to 1st Period. I need you to carry my science project to the Gymnasium,” Stacy said climbing out of the van.

“But isn’t that on the opposite side of school,” Jim said rubbing his temples. His headache had developed into a full migraine.

“You don’t expect me to carry it do you?” Stacy said raising her eyebrow and pointing to her bump.

“No no, I’ll help,” Jim said resigned to his fate.

A minute later Jim was again following one of his baby mamas with a heavy box. As they walked out of the parking lot Jim was going over what Eris told him.

“If I can bend potentiality and probability … focusing on unrealized timelines … and pull elements from them. Then why can’t I bend the timeline to heal my head?” Jim thought in frustration.

“COMING THROUGH COW,” a female voice shouted.

Jim looked back to see the cheer team run up behind them. Stacy and Jim quickly made some space on the sidewalk.

“MoOOoo!” a few of the girls shouted as they passed.

The rest just snickered as they saw Stacy. That broke Jim from his migraine stupor. Regardless if Stacy was his girlfriend or not. He hated bullies.

“Hey Now!” Jim said stepping forward.

“It's okay Jimmy,” Stacy said grabbing Jim’s arm.

“But they,” Jim said before Stacy turned his face.

Stacy kissed Jim on the lips, which caused him to freeze. After a long moment, she broke the connection and pulled back.

“Thank you, but it’s okay,” Stacy said wiping tears from her eyes.

“No, it’s not. That was just mean. We should do something,” Jim said looking toward the direction of the running cheerleaders.

“Like what, report them? Get real Jimmy,” Stacy said blowing her nose on a tissue.

“We could … we could,” Jim said lost for words.

“Forget it, I chose to have sex with you. Just like I chose to keep our baby. I knew what I was in for,” Stacy said proudly.

“But weren’t they your friends?” Jim asked.

“Ya, teenage girls are like that. But whatever. It’s not like I can just snap my fingers and change things,” Stacy said sadly.

“Wait here, be right back,” Jim said placing Stacy’s science project down.

Jim ran up to the cheer team taking a water break.

“What do you want nerd,” Heather asked annoyed.

“I just wanted to watch,” Jim said giving a smile.

“Watch what?” Heather asked confused.

Eight of the most beautiful girls in school all turned green. They all rushed over to a trashcan or bush and proceeded to vomit.

“What is going on? I can’t breathe” one girl said before.

Snap! … Snap! Snap! Snap! Eight bras broke as each cheerleader's cup size grew. A moment later they all started to moan in pain and pleasure. Jim nervously looked around to see if anyone else was watching.

“What’s happening?” Heather asked as she pressed her hands to her belly.

Her abdomen surged forward pushing her shirt up.

Rip! Riip! Riiip!

Jim watched all 8 girls slowly grow heavily pregnant. Unfortunately, Jim couldn’t relish in his **** for Stacy because a sudden spike of pain shot through his head.

“Jim. Jim. Wake Up Jimmy,” Stacy’s voice said in concern.

Blinking awake Jim’s face was in Stacy’s lap.

“Da fuck, happened?” Jim thought as his migraine returned worse than before.

“Look he is coming too,” Heather shouted.

Jim sat up and notice he was inside and … his nose was stuffed with tissue.

“What happened? Jim asked holding his head.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I was just about to call the paramedic,” Nurse Joyce said in relief.

Jim focused on the school nurse and then looked around the room again. The room was filled with cheerleaders. Pregnant cheerleaders.

“Okay girls, I said you could stay until he awoke. Now off to class, and change into clothes that fit,” Joyce barked.

Jim watched as each cheerleader said goodbye or blew him a kiss.

“Even you Stacy,” Joyce said angrily.

“But I am his girlfriend,” Stacy argued.

“Fine wait in the next room if you must,” Joyce said pointing to the exit.

Stacy kissed Jim on the head before waddling to the waiting room.

“Lay back, I need to do an examination before I let you go. They said you fell ****. Luckily for you, I am a Nurse Practitioner,” Joyce said grabbing her stethoscope.

A few minutes later Joyce frowned in frustration.

“Well, you seem perfectly fine. But I am going to have to recommend you see a specialist right away. Falling **** is no small matter,” Joyce said writing on her notepad.

Jim frowned at that before deciding to press his luck.

“Nurse Joyce I’m fine really. You don’t need to worry about my health,” Jim said before envisioning her accepting his request.

Flash!

“Very well, in that case, we need to talk about … about your,” Joyce said before clearing her throat with a cough.

“We need to address your love life,” Joyce said flatly.

“Principal Peterson gave me a job to investigate our lovely cheer team. She is concerned that all our varsity cheerleaders are not setting a good impression. Now that … they are visibly pregnant. Ms. Peterson is considering transferring them. But there aren’t any rules against teen pregnancy at Summerdale Academy,” Joyce said calmly.

“Recently Ms. Peterson tried convincing each girl to withdraw from school. But they all claimed they wanted to stay close to their … baby daddy. So Ms. Peterson is on the warpath. She intends to expel whomever these baby daddies are. Which leads me to you,” Joyce said with a smirk.

“Me?” Jim said trying to play innocent.

“Jim … Are you suggesting 9 pretty pregnant teenagers all randomly agree to follow you to my office and insisted on waiting with you?” Joyce said before raising an eyebrow.

Jim meets Joyce’s eye and swallowed nervously.

“Tell me, Jim. Are you in a cult of some kind? ****? Hypnosis? ****?’ Joyce asked in concern.