Magical Trevor

Jim and three of his baby mamas slowly waddled through the mall.

“Hey, I need … to use the little lady’s room before we leave,” Stacy said grabbing Jim’s arm.

The four high-schoolers stepped to the side of the shopping traffic.

“Did you say Little lady’s room?” Heather asked sarcastically before poking Stacy’s large baby bump.

“You have no room to talk, miss fat ass,” Stacy said defending her belly and sticking out her tongue.

Jim smiled as his baby mamas began to trash talk and trade insults. They were so cute.

“I have to admit my ladies are rather large and bottom heavy,” Jim thought to himself.

His magic had inadvertently changed them during lunch. It had reshaped the timeline so each of his cheerleading lovers ate more during their pregnancy. And all those extra calories filled out their figures in the best way.

“Pear shaped for the win,” Jim mumbled as he scanned Heathers large Latina butt.

Poke.

Jim turned to Raven who just nudged him in the side. She smiled up at him.

“I heard that,” Raven said bumping her hip into him.

Raven push Jim closer to the wall. The two became partially obstructed by Stacy and Heather to any onlookers.

“It’s good that my baby daddy prefers heavier women,” Raven whispered while guiding Jim’s hand down her side.

Jim smiled at his African lover. If there was one woman that could compete with Heather’s ass, it was Raven. His ebony baby mama was taken right out of a rap video.

“You know, I was lucky to win the girlfriend raffle this week. And be one of the three to spend time with you, on your birthday. So does my luck end here?” Raven said flirtatiously.

Jim tried and failed to avoid getting an erection.

“Hmm, is that for me?” Raven said noticing Jim’s tent.

“Enough, regardless of what you call a room with a toilet, I need to pee,” Stacy said angerly.

Raven pulled back from Jim.

“We can go to the one bathroom near the east exit. It has a vending machine,” Jim said while covertly adjusting his pants.

“Oh, can I get an Arizona Ice Tea?” Heather asked.

“Sure sure,” Jim said before checking the money in his wallet.

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Later in the women’s restroom. Stacy finished her business and was about to leave her stall.

“Becky, did you see that black girl’s ass?” a woman’s voice sounded near the bathroom entrance.

Stacy paused from leaving her stall.

“The one bending over at the vending machine? Sure did, but more importantly did you see her belly. She’s hella preggo,” a second woman’s voice sounded.

“Pregnant As Fuck,” the first woman replied.

Stacy stood still, curious to over here this conversation. Stacy subconsciously put her hands to her own massive baby bump at the mention of pregnancy.

“You know Christal … it’s strange … I hate the idea of being pregnant myself. But, the thought of motherhood is kind of exciting,” said the second voice softly.

“I know what you mean, I would never let a man ruin my body. But babies are so cuute,” said the first voice with a coo.

Stacy leaned forward and peeked through the vertical gap in the stall. There were two teens at the mirror. The first was a tall thin white blond in heavy makeup, the other was a shorter redhead with a lot of jewelry. Stacy’s guess on who was who were confirmed after the girl in heavy makeup started talking again.

“Did you hear the rumors about Sunnydale Academy? They’re running some smart person breeding program?” Becky said while looking through her large purse.

“Ya, it’s kind of creepy. I heard that there is only one male participant. Any way you slice it. It’s eugenics or at the very least some fucked up religious shit,” Christal said combing her hair.

“Agreed … say, do you think that fat preggo at the machine goes to Sunnydale?” Becky said before applying more lipstick.

“Maybe … I did see her with some other knocked-up girls in the cafeteria earlier,” Christal said pulling out her phone.

Stacy wanted to leave, but this was a perfect chance to hear what other teens thought of the Breeding Program.

“Here look, I snapped a few candid shots of the fatties stuffing their faces,” Christal said handing Becky her phone.

“Don’t let your boyfriend see these,” Becky said with a smirk.

“What why?” Christal asked confused.

“That guy in the middle,” Becky said pointing.

Christal leaned over her phone.

“He gots himself a pregnant harem. Hey! That must be the solo guy in the Breeding Program at Sunnydale,” Becky said snapping her fingers.

“My boyfriend is a gentleman. He would never aspire to sleep around,” Christal said offended.

Becky turned and gave her friend a flat stare.

“Christal …Trevor lives in the trailer park next to ours. We all have seen him flirting. Even as a kid he would flirt with any woman with a pulse. If anyone is destined to have a harem of baby mamas it’s Trevor,” Becky said putting her hands on her hips.

“That’s not fair, that was before we started dating,” Christal said defensively.

“We both know Trevor sleeps around and you’re only still with him because he has a massive dick,” Becky said rolling her eyes.

“Shut up, he is very charming and sweet to me,” Christal shouted.

“AND we both know that you would be just like that preggo out there, if your birth control ever failed,” Becky said smugly.

“I said SHUT UP! Don't through stones. If it was not for the morning-after pill you be Trevor’s breeding bitch by now. He was your boyfriend first, before you insulted his height one to many times,” Christal said visibly angry.

The was a long pregnant pause in the bathroom. Stacy took that opportunity to open her stall door.

“Sorry, just need to wash my hands,” Stacy said pointing to the sink.

The two teens both stepped back before turning red. They were clearly embarrassed having realized they were overheard, especially by a pregnant teen.

“Thanks,” Stacy said before grabbing a paper towel and leaving the bathroom.

Stacy could hear shouting after she closed the bathroom door.

“Hope those girls can make up somehow,” Stacy mused as she rubbed her belly.

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Stacy made her way to her group relaxing on the benches near the mall exit.

“Took you long enough,” Heather said with a mouth full of candy bar.

Stacy ignored her and waddled closer to Jim.

“Jim, you’re some kind of powerful Fertility Time-Wizard, right?” Stacy asked hurriedly.

“What?” Jim asked looking up from rubbing Raven’s shoulders.

“You said you changed the timeline so you could live out your pregnant fantasies,” Stacy stated matter-of-factly.

“Not exactly,” Jim said looking to see if anyone was nearby.

“I want to know if you can use your powers to help another guy?” Stacy asked with a grin.

“You want Jim to do what now?” Heather asked suddenly interested.

Stacy quickly explained what she wanted Jim to do.

“That’s insidious,” Raven said in shock.

“I don’t even know this, Trevor. And you want me to make him taller?” Jim asked exasperated.

“And bless his sperm,” Heather said with a giggle.

“Yes! Please make him a little taller AND make him a little more fertile,” Stacy said looking back to the bathroom.

“This is ridiculous, not to mention perverted,” Jim said running his hand through his hair.

“Perverted? You just confessed to using your magical powers to bend time and confessed to countless perverted actions just 20 minutes ago,” Heather said with a laugh.

“Not that I am complaining, I love the new me,” Heather said patting her middle.

“It is … kind of hypocritical of you, Jim,” Raven said admonishingly.

“Ya Jimmy, let Stacy bend the timeline a little. I am curious if it will work,” Heather said following Stacy’s gaze to the bathroom.

“Quick before the girls leave,” Stacy said looking back to Jim.

“Fine, fine, I have no idea who this Trevor is. But I will try,” Jim said before focusing inward on his magic.

“Don’t forget to let us remember the changes to the Timeline!” Heather said helpfully.

Jim recalled how he had retconned his life. He recalled Eris the Timelady of Discord training him to master his powers. “Remember Jim, pulling the strings of fate requires a personal connection or you will need to use a mountain of magical energy,”

“Well?” Stacy asked as she saw the bathroom door open.

Flash!

“Done,” Jim said letting out a deep breath.

“Their leaving the bathroom,” Stacy said excitedly.

Jim looked up. It worked. It maybe worked a little too well. Waddling out of the bathroom was two heavily pregnant teens. One was a tall white blond in heavy makeup, the other was a shorter redhead with a lot of jewelry. Both were bursting out of their skimpy outfits. Jim and his three baby mamas all watched as new comers slowly waddle towards the exit.

“I don’t care if he fucked that bitch of a teacher to get an A,” Becky said as she rubbed her bare baby bump.

“Aren’t you scared he is going to get Ms. Skratte pregnant?” Christal asked pointing to her own pregnant middle.

“No way! That bitch deserves to be knocked down a peg,” Becky said dismissively.

“Sure, but this is getting out of hand. If your boyfriend keeps this up. Someone is going to notice everyone he knows is pregnant,” Christal said shaking her head.

“What do you want me to do? I can’t satisfy Trevor any more than you can. He has a sex drive of a rabbit,” Becky said poking Christal’s middle.

“Ya,” Christal said absently rumbling her bump.

Jim and his ladies continue to silently watch as Becky and Christal walked past.

“I still can’t believe I agreed to try,” Christal said reminded of her solo sexual marathon with ‘Magical Trevor’.

“It let to this … I hate being pregnant,” Christal said looking down at her middle.

The expecting mothers walked through the automatic sliding glass doors.

“Ya sorry about that. I didn’t know about his potency, until it was too late for the both of us. Just think of our future babies, motherhood is going to be so much fun,” Becky said trying to cheer up her best friend.

Jim kept staring after the two girls even as the doors closed behind them.

“I think you might have over done it,” Stacy said sheepishly.

“That was amazing. You’re like a baby-making genie,” Heather said excitedly.

“More like a monkey’s paw,” Raven said in disbelief.

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The car ride back to school was quiet. Everyone was taking their time processing their mall experience.

Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!

“Shit it’s mom, when did we need to pick her up?” Stacy said looking to Jim.

Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!

“Relax, we don’t have to pick her up until 6:30. We got time,” Jim said eyeing the dash board.

Stacy sighed and answered the call.

“Hi Mom, how did your big meeting go?” Stacy said trying to sound calm.

“Great honey, I have the full backing of the Board of Directors! Huzzah!” Rachel said giving a cheer.

“Oh! That’s fantastic!” Stacy said matching her energy.

“Is the birthday boy there?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, did you want to talk to him,” Stacy said looking to Jim.

“Oh no, I just wanted to remind you about you know at home,” Rachel said cryptically.

Jim smiled at his foster mother’s attempt at secrecy.

“I got it handled mom,” Stacy whispered angrily.

“Okay okay, love you,” Rachel said with a giggle.

“Bye Ms. Hercule!” Heather yelled.

“Bye Heather!” Rachel yelled playfully before hanging up.

A quiet moment passed.

“So, what’s at home?” Jims said cheekily.

“Birthday rules, you can’t spoil the surprise,” Raven said with a very serious tone.

“Can’t you just use your magical powers and find out,” Stacy said still annoyed at her mother.

“Where’s the fun in that,” Jim said trying to hold back a smirk.