Principal Rose Peterson

Jim sat in the waiting room of Summerdale Academy’s main administration building. Stacy sat to his left. She was joyfully humming while surfing social media. Jim smiled at her happy demeanor, before returning to watching the principal’s door. His worry outweighing his desire to sleep.

“Look Heather finally posted the pictures on our group chat,” Stacy said showing her phone.

Jim saw 9 heavily pregnant teens in bikinis. He smiled recalling the new memory of that recent pool party. Jim focused on each of … his … his women. As he did, he could recall fucking each of them. He spotted Heather, Zoe, Raven, Hannah, Emily, Sophie, Alice, Laquisha, and finally Stacy. Jim was glad the timeline was reshaped with Stacy still being friends with all her cheer buddies.

“It’s strange … I still can’t believe… we all agreed to fuck you bareback on Sophie’s Yacht,” Stacy said taking back her phone and passively rubbing her large belly.

Jim focused on that ‘newish’ memory. It was a … It was an epic week of … fun, without any protection.

“Here she just posted another pic,” Stacy said holding out her phone again.

Jim saw how the same week-old pool party picture but now it was conjoined (side by side) to a picture from that ‘Fertile’ Yacht vacation. The 9 gorgeous teens showing off their slim athletic bodies stood in high contrast with their more recent maternal figures.

“Gross Jim,” Stacy said with a giggle.

Jim looked at his girlfriend and followed her gaze to the tent in his pants.

“Sorry, I,” Jim said embarrassed.

“No, don’t apologize. We are your women. And … besides … I think it’s hot that you like preggos so much,” Stacy said rubbing her belly with pride.

Before Jim could respond.

“Enough! I’m not Dumb!” Ms. Peterson’s voice shouted from her office.

“Mr. Hercule is behind this. Multiple people saw his pregnant parade across campus,” Ms. Peterson shouted.

Jim focused on the principal’s door, frustrated he couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

“Don’t worry Jim. Joyce will be fine. Principal Peterson won’t fire her. She is way too qualified to work at this school,” Stacy said patting his arm.

“Dismissed!” Ms. Peterson shouted before opening her door.

Jim watched as Joyce waddled out, clearly having been crying a moment ago. Jim shot up out of his seat. His blood beginning to boil. Jim’s magically altered memories of Joyce flashed through his head. She had a heart of gold, and he loved her.

“Everything okay?” Jim asked concerned, clenching his fist in rage.

“Everything is certainly not okay. Mr. Hercule,” Ms. Peterson said angrily.

Jim locked eyes with Ms. Peterson as Stacy went to comfort Joyce.

“In my office Mr. Hercule,” Ms. Peterson said adjusting her glasses.

Ms. Peterson closed her door as Jim entered. But as she turned she was suddenly kissed by Jim.

“What!” the principal tried to say as she was pushed against the wall.

Jim kissed Ms. Peterson with his mountains of experience (magically learned from altering time).

The principal tried to scream, but Jim tightened his grip. Knowing this could not continue, Jim quickly fantasized that Ms. Peterson was pregnant with his child.

Crack!

Jim’s mind was stabbed with an icy flash of pain. But to his credit, he held tight. He didn’t let go of Ms. Peterson … he didn’t let go of Rose Peterson … he didn’t let go of Rose … Rose his redheaded firecracker.

“Hmmm,” Rose Peterson mumbled as her mind became fuzzy.

Jim continued to hold Rose tightly despite her lack of resistance. A few seconds later Jim could feel Rose expanding. Her breasts began to push into his chest. While her middle became firm and began expanding into Jim’s stomach.

“Fuck!” Jim cried releasing his bear hug before taking a deep breath.

The Preggomancer grabbed his head as he watched his magic take hold of Sunnydale Academy’s Principal.

“What is happening to me,” Rose moaned as she stumbled to sit on her guest desk chair.

“You’re … you’re mine,” Jim said failing to think of something clever.

Snap!

Rose’s bra broke as her boobs jumped another cup size. She raised a hand to her chest in alarm.

“No … this won’t do,” Jim thought as he noticed Rose’s pregnancy and figure becoming ‘All Baby’.

“I believe you’re the type of woman, who can’t control her sugar cravings. Especially after I knocked you up,” Jim thought envisioning exactly that.

Jim blinked away a dim flash.

As he refocused on Rose, she was visibly fatter, and still growing more pregnant.

“Better,” Jim said sitting down across from Rose.

He continued to watch his magic worked. Jim made himself comfortable in the principal’s official large leather desk chair.