Pregnant Wishes

Jim raised a hand.

“Heads Up before I begin. I need you to know some ground rules:

• First, I will not make evil or criminal changes to your pasts.

• Second, do not ask for money. From this day forward I will be providing for all your financial needs. If you have a money problem talk to me after.

• Third, I intend to love you all equally so please do not ask for more one-on-one time.

Fourth, and final rule … keep things simple. Just because I can re-write time, does not mean I will be changing the history of the world. I am new to my powers and therefore will be keeping my changes small. Which means keep your changes simple and related to your past. Understood?” Jim yelled to his harem of 51 pregnant women.

All his women yelled some form of yes in response. Satisfied, Jim sat down at one of the backyard tables decorated for his birthday.

“First in line, please come sit down,” Jim said smiling up at the line across the table.

The newest additions were closer to the front of the line. At Jim’s command a brunette stepped forward. She was tall and very pretty. Jim recognized her as one of the popular drama kids. A musical-nerd known for taking the lead roles in school plays (a Broadway hopeful).

“Julia, was it?” Jim asked gesturing her to sit next to him.

“Yes,” the pretty teen said sitting down.

“Sorry again for losing control, and magically impregnating you. Please tell me how I can make amends. What alterations do you want done to your past?” Jim said before turning to his notepad.

“Oh, don’t apologize. I like being pregnant. It feels like I found my calling. Making babies with you is going to be amazing,” Julia said before nervously pulling up her shirt over her small 10-week pregnant middle.

Jim nodded his head and did not question Julia’s clear change in career path. She was his baby maker, for better or worse.

“Want to kiss it?” Julia asked pointing to her baby bump. Everyone near the table watching smiled at the cute request.

Jim sighed, before he too smiled. Ya, he did want to kiss it. Jim bent down and kissed Julia’s small baby bump.

“So, what alterations did you want done?” Jim said getting back to sitting straight.

“Before I answer … I had a question,” Julia said pulling down her shirt.

“Yes?” Jim asked raising an eyebrow.

“Instead of blessing me with a change in my personal timeline. Can you change someone close to me instead?” Julia asked failing to suppress her excitement.

“Sure, who did you have in mind?” Jim asked curiously.

“I don’t want my twin sister Nancy to tease me for becoming a baby-factory. You see … we always compete for the spot light. We both were racing to see who would become famous first. And now … all I want to do is make your babies,” Julia said in a rush.

“I … uhm,” Jim mumbled unsure what to say.

“I want my sister to be a baby-factory too. But not YOUR baby-factory. I am not going to share you with that nagging witch. Instead, I want you to make her boyfriend Chad knock her up. And make Chad keep knocking her up forever,” Julia said before softly pounding the table.

“If I am going to stay pregnant. Then my annoying sister is going to stay pregnant too!” Julia reasoned.

“I …. see,” Jim said taken aback.

“Oh, I was also thinking you could make Chad have a pregnancy fetish like you. I want him to sleep around and knock up all his partners. That way my gloating sister is in the same boat as me. Can you do that?” Julia asked looking to Jim with a pleading expression.

Jim took a moment. Changing a guy he did not know was an odd request. But after short consideration he relented. Jim had already blessed Trevor (a stranger) with a boost to his fertility, as a favor to Stacy.

“Okay … I need to know when you want Chad to start … his lifelong campaign to keep your sister pregnant,” Jim said writing on his notepad.

“Make Chad start a few months ago. I want my twin to be a few weeks ahead of me. Make her get all the attention for becoming a teen mom first,” Julia answered happily.

“One last question. Do you want anyone to remember this current timeline before I change it? Or should everyone be ignorant to the changes I make? Jim asked catching Julia’s eye.

“Uhm,” Julia mumbled.

“Put another way, do you want anyone to keep the memory of Chad’s (and by extension Nancy’s) fate before I change it?” Jim asked.

“Oh yes, Me and you of course and …,” Julia said before looking up at the women standing in line. The closer ladies were clearly eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I guess your harem members can know too. I don’t see the harm in having them notice how you change Chad,” Julia said looking back to Jim.

“Okay! … I got a detail picture of your desired changes … here it goes,” Jim said putting down his notes.

At that, women in line began whispering, all excited for a magical display. Jim ignored them and just closed his eyes. He focused on the strings of fate all around Julia. They showed her sister Nancy as a large part of her life and future. Chad however was a footnote in Julia’s and Nancy’s destiny. Jim grabbed Chad’s timeline and envisioned the changes he wanted to make. Taking a deep breath Jim amassed a mountain of magical energy before bending reality.

Flash!

In half a second, Julia’s mind was filled with new memories. Five months ago, Nancy had let Chad stay over. Julia had noticed how flirty Chad was being with her sister. Despite Nancy’s request for Julia to be their chaperone, she abandoned her sister to Chad’s advances. Julia vividly remembered excusing herself for the bathroom and intentionally leaving the love birds alone in the basement all night. Not only giving Chad the opportunity to get into Nancy’s pants … but also leave his mark.

Months Earlier.

Chad sat slumped in his desk. He was zoned out as the School Principal made the normal morning announcements.

“And that dear students is why I am happy to announce Jim Hercule got an IQ of 200 and will be the first male member of the Sunnydale Academy Breeding Program! As a reminder, any senior or junior female students in the top 5% of their class who want to participate please visit the nurse’s office,” Principal Peterson said cheerfully.

“What did she just say? Breeding Program?” Chad asked sitting up.

Weeks Later.

Chad sat in the mall bushes spying on Jim Hercule. He was walking toward one of the standalone buildings in the neighboring strip-mall.

“Dam, this guy is a beast. First, he “donates” his genius swimmers for the school’s breeding program, and now he is selling them for money at a Sperm-Bank?” Chad thought before lowering his mini binoculars.

Ring! Ring!

“Welcome,” A secretary said standing up from behind a desk.

Chad stood like a deer in headlights. Curiosity got the better of him, and he accidently followed his hero inside the Sperm-Bank.

“You must be new. No need to be shy. My name is Susan Parks. You can call me Susy. My sister Nicky and I run this business. Please come and sit down.,” the secretary said gesturing to a seat.

An Hour Later.

Chad sat on a medical exam table.

“Well Mr. Chad Mansley, you have some of the most fertile sperm I have ever seen. Second only to our primary donor,” the nurse Nicky said reviewing his chart.

“I would be scared to handle your sponk … if I wasn’t already pregnant,” Nicky said patting her middle.

Chad looked to the nurse’s middle in excitement before realizing she wasn’t showing yet.

“Wait, my sperm is that potent? Chad asked looking up.

“Oh yes! Our Sperm Bank would love for you to make regular donations. It is a good thing you’re still a virgin. Because if you were sexually active, you would need to be very very careful,” Nicky said meeting Chad’s eye.

“With your looks and fertility, you could get a lot of girls in trouble. Luckly for you, I am happy to offer you an alternative. Come to our clinic to get your rocks off, and we would pay top dollar for each donation,”

Chad sat still as he processed his newly discover fertility.

“Shit, who needs to be in the Breeding-Program. I could make my own pregnant harem the old fashion way,” Chad thought as his pregnancy fetish pushed his rational mind aside.

“Does this rate seem agreeable?” Nicky asked handing him a contract.

“Yes … that’s great … but before I sign … quick question, who is your primary donor? You said I had the most fertile sperm second only to your primary donor,” Chad asked cooly.

“Well, I can’t tell you anything personal about our clients. But it’s no secret that Jim Hercule comes in two three times a week to donate. His sperm is almost … magical,” Nicky said recalling Jim’s earlier visit.

Chad watched Nicky stare off into space for a long moment. He realized she was in her own head, so he turned to review the paperwork.

“Sorry for zoning out, all done?” the nurse said looking down to the contract.

Two weeks later.

Chad sat beside his girlfriend in her basement.

“We should wait for Julia to get back from the bathroom,” Nancy said nervously.

“Let’s just start the movie, it’s two hours long and probably has opening credits,” Chad said turning off the couch lamp.

“Mmm-kay,” Nancy mumbled not wanting to upset her hot boyfriend.

Chad smiled, knowing that Julia wasn’t coming back until morning. He paid her all his Sperm-Bank earnings to get a night alone with Nancy.

Back in the present.

“It worked!” Julia cheered.

Julia could now recall: hearing her sister have morning sickness, her sister announcing her pregnancy, and her sister ballooning up, … while also recalling a timeline where none of that happened.

“Satisfied?” Jim asked opening his eyes happy at Julia’s excitement.

The music-nerd was lost in thought as she processed her new memories. Julia smiled at the memories of Nancy yelling at Chad for sleeping around (knocking up yet another girl), only for the couple to have loud makeup sex in the basement.

“Oh, very satisfied!” Julia said giggling.

“Excellent, please enjoy the rest of the party as I help my other guests,” Jim said politely standing and gesturing to the line.

Jim looked towards everyone waiting their turn. They were excitedly chatting about their sudden rush of new memories, courtesy of Julia’s wish. Julia happily stood up but paused suddenly noticing a lot of the timeline in-continuities revolved around Drama Club.

“Something wrong?” Jim asked noticing Julia’s distress.

“Chad seemed to have a big impact on the girls at school,” Julia said concerned.

“Yes? … Not as big of an impact as me of course … but yes. You did want him to sleep around … and have a high fertility?” Jim said confused why Julia was upset.

“Ya but he slept around with everyone at Drama Club. He has … literally knocked up everyone in Theater,” Julia said realizing Chad had impregnated a lot of her acting friends.

“Aw … well not literally everyone. I prevented Chad from touching any of my women. I had to keep some of you baby-less until tonight,” Jim said looking to his women.

“But … you made all my drama friends ... members of Chad’s harem. They are no longer close friends with me,” Julia complained.

The true impact of changing Chad was sinking in.

“Sorry to hear that,” Jim said turning his focus back to Julia.

“I understand you might have lost some scenarios and situations from your old timeline .... and thereby lost a few friendship building moments. You are now in a new timeline, a time-branch where you are a part of my harem not Chad’s. So ... I'm sure you will make new friends that will love and respect you for the rest of your life,” Jim said gesturing to the crowd.

“Now please, I need to get to my other guests,” Jim said pointing to the long line.

“Shit …,” Julia cursed as she stepped away from Jim’s table. She was trying to envision the next Sunnydale Academy Play … it was going to be entirely comprised of pregnant students.

Jim smiled as he watched Julia waddle away. Her wish was exciting. It was unexpected and very interesting. She was right, Chad had made a big change at school.

“A nice change, more baby bumps. More women getting pregnant and staying pregnant. I hope my other women come up with as interesting wishes.” Jim thought sitting back down at his makeshift desk.

“Next,” Jim said smiling up at the next preggo in line.

Jim’s excitement slowly faded over the next three dozen wishes. Some of Jim’s women asked for changes to their past that affected their minds: better grades, singing lessons, learning an instrument, or learning a second language. While most just asked for changes to their past that affected their bodies: sexier figures, no acne scars, or undo a major injury or illness. After the first few changes, Jim secretly began giving a few of his ladies a second wish. Those of whom had a little rougher upbringing, deserved a little extra magic. A few extra changes here and there made his women’s homes warmer and safer.

“Pain and struggle build character, but I still would like each of my women to have a minimum level of physical health, and at minimum all have safe homes,” Jim thought while studying one of his more tragic partner’s timelines.

Jim’s internal thoughts were interrupted as his next baby-mama plopped down.

“Can you personally get these girls preggers too?” Heather Lopez (one of the cheer leaders) asked showing Jim a picture.

“You want what?” Jim asked taken aback by her request.

“You know … could you knock up some of my sisters and cousins,” Heather said taking back her phone.

“Why? I already have plenty of baby mamas,” Jim asked clearly confused … and a little aroused.

Heather looked up from her family picture. She scanned Jim’s expression before spotting his tented shorts.

“I don’t think you have limits to your baby making ambitions,” Heather said smiling.

“I knew you were magical from what you did at the mall. And now after watching you grant so many wishes, I believe you are truly powerful. If things continue like they are … your baby mamas are going to be some of the luckiest women in the world,” Heather said nodding to his party guests.

“I love my family, so … why wouldn’t I wish for you to knock them up. You said it yourself, you would support us financially, physically, emotionally, and magically. I want my family to ride this gravy train too,”

Jim looked back at the picture on Heather’s phone. Many of the women were very pretty, and bottom heavy.

“Okay … but only your family members that are single,” Jim said getting excited at the thought of fucking so many thicc Latinas.

“Great! … but that will drop the list in half … hmm. I understand you don’t like to share with other men,” Heather said counting her single family members.

“Say … can you make some of your ladies’ lesbians. If we can’t have guy lovers, can we have lady lovers?” Heather said before thinking.

“Sorry, one wish per person,” Jim said as he focused on Heather’s strings of fate.

“Darn,” Heather said turning back to her phone.

“Besides … a lot of my women are already bi-sexual,” Jim thought.

After another few seconds Jim opened his eyes and caught Heather’s attention.

“Any specific requirements to getting your family pregnant? Did you want me to have invited them to this party? Or have anyone recall the changes you made?” Jim asked as he planned out how to integrate more women into his life.

“Oh no need for that. You can keep this between you and me. Just ret-con yourself to attend one of our family reunions. Once there, just baby bump everyone I introduce you too,” Heather said unconcerned.

“Hmm, very well,” Jim said taking the simple suggestion.

Flash!

In half a second, Heather’s mind was filled with new memories. She recalled pulling Jim around her family party a few months back. It was a little hard but eventually she got Jim alone with each of her single sisters and cousins. A few took longer to convince, but eventually the Time-King got into everyone’s pants.

“It Worked! Just like Back to the Future,” Heather said looking at her phone.

Sure enough, the Family Photo from earlier now sported 10 additional baby bumps.

“Next!” Jim said after he just made Alice (one of the cheer leaders) a much better cook.

“Thanks Jimmy, I now feel like I could compete in the Great British Baking Show,” Alice said happily.

“Let’s keep your talent secret for now. We don’t want too much attention on my … us right now,” Jim said thinking of Alice winning that TV-show.

“Oh I wouldn’t think of it,” Alice said with a laugh.

Jim smiled as he watched the newly made expert baker waddle away. She was clearly a little heavier than before. A positive side effect of better baking skills.

“Our Turn!” a familiar voice cheered.

Jim looked up to see four of his older baby mamas’ approach as a group.

“Our turn?” Jim asked scanning the face of his: Principal, Nurse, Biology Teacher, and Spanish Teacher.

“Yes, we wanted to kind-of … join our requests,” Principal Rose Peterson said before sitting down across from Jimmy.

The three other Sunnydale Academy employees took a seat around the small table. Nurse Joyce patted Jim’s arm.

“Isn’t this wonderful? You’re a magical wizard. And you’re blessing each of your partners. How gracious of you Jimmy,” Nurse Joyce said happily.

Jim smiled back. He knew that he wasn’t being exactly selfless. Jim was trying to get everyone to accept his powers, and by balancing everyone's pasts … he made everyone more able and ready for a future of baby making.

“Enough flattery, we want you to change the Academy’s past,” Jessica said hotly.

Jim looked to his Spanish teacher/personal tutor.

“What did you have in mind?” Jim asked.

Rose cleared her throat, before adjusting her blouse over her large baby bump.

“We would like for you to make our school more … pregnant friendly,” Rose said simply.

“Pregnant friendly? What do you mean?” Jim said confused.

Joyce giggled, “Jimmy, we all know you love preggos. No judgement here if you knock up more of Sunnydale’s staff and students before graduation. Pregnancy is what women were made for. But things are getting a little cramped. Our school was not built with so much pregnancy in mind. And I fear that once you move on to college, the problem won’t go away. Your legacy will inspire male and female students alike,” Joyce said as she rubbed her pronounced baby bump.

Rose put down a note pad, turning Jim’s attention back to her.

“Pregnant friendly is just a polite way of saying pregnancy focused. Our school needs to change. And with your help we can retroactively get ahead of this problem,”

Jim read the Title on Rose’s notepad: “Sunnydale Maternity Academy”

• Maternity Seats and Desks
• More school Provided Food options.
• Maternity Swimming and Yoga
• More on sight Nurses and Medical facilities
• Mandatory Home Ec Classes
• Fertility Treatments
• Birthing Classes
• Child Development Classes and Daycare
• Family Planning
• Private Rooms for coupling

“We would like for you to change the past and transform Sunnydale Academy into a major Maternity School. Or in other words expand the Sunnydale Academy Genius Breeding Program to include all students. We want to shape the future by teaching all our students how to get pregnant, and how to be good parents,” Rose said proudly.

“Aw hmm,” Jim mumbled.

He was not expecting that.

"A Pregnancy School?" Jim thought envisioning the idea.