Something in the Cake!

The giant backyard party was in full swing.

Sunnydale Academy Principal Rose Peterson was slowly enjoying a birthday cookie. She was only half listening to the argument between two of her Sunnydale Academy teachers. Zaria Berrington (Biology) and Jessica Catlin (Spanish) were in an endless debate. Both having strong opinions on which college Jim Hercule should attend.

“Jim is a master of Life-Science, Farming, and Animal Reproduction. His mastery over biology could truly blossom at Greenfield College of Agriculture! Jim could bring about another great farming revolution,” Zaria barked.

“Don’t give me that. Jim is a Genius!” Jessica scoffed.

“He masters whatever he puts his mind to. Jim should go to Lakeside College of Language! There he can feed his hungry mind with all the languages and history of the world. AND AFTER THAT and only after that, he could travel to help farmers,” Jessica argued.

“Jim is a very fertile man!” Zaria said gesturing to the backyard full of pregnant women.

“If Jim continues to be in the Breeding Program, he has an obligation to support the future. With an increase in population, we should all focus on food production,” Zaria said hotly.

“Don’t be dumb. Jim’s fucking is not a threat to the world’s food supply,” Jessica huffed.

Both teachers turned away in frustration. They were getting nowhere.

“What do you think Ms. Peterson?” Zaria asked as she turn her large baby bump towards her boss.

At her name, Rose was pulled from her thoughts. She looked up at the tall mountain of a woman.

“I already told you it’s out of my hands. Jim’s going to choose for himself,” Rose said defensively.

Zaria huffed. “But you invited four college recruiters to this event. You know something,”

Jessica stepped closer and put a hand to Zaria’s arm. “What the bear is trying to say is, you are deeply involved. And therefore, you have an informed opinion on which College Jim should join. So, spill the beans sister,”

Rose gave a flat look towards her schools most sassy teacher. The sexy little Brazilian firecracker put her hands on her pregnant hips and glared back.

“Jim promised me, he would choose one of the four Private Colleges that has a Breeding Program. All I did was invite those school’s recruiters to convince Jim on their own.” Rose said before scanning the party.

Principal Peterson nervously rubbed her own baby bump as she looked for:

• Recruiter Bethany Greens (Greenfield College of Agriculture),
• Recruiter Arial Springs (Lakeside College of Language),
• Recruiter Lesa Mountain (ForestCrest College of Economics), and
• Recruiter Carry Sky (Ironside College of Engineering).

Rose spotted each of the recruiters, they were snacking near the drinks table. Zaria and Jessica followed her gaze.

“Come on Rosy! … enough stalling … I can’t keep arguing with this farm head. We need a third vote, food production or history/languages?” Jessica said pointing to Zaria then to herself.

Zaria just rolled her eyes at the insult.

“I will stay quiet on what Jim should learn. But if it will end your argument, … I will share this,” Rose said putting her hands up between the two.

“I want to keep Jimmy as close as home as possible. So, my vote is for ForestCrest College of Economics. It’s closest to Sunnydale. And besides, it has the largest population of girl students. Jim will likely want to make a big fertile splash with his first year at college. Regardless of if his fellow students are in the Breeding Program or not, I bet Jim will make a lot of women get more than the Freshmen 15,” Rose said matter-of-factly.

A moment past as they consider the principles words.

“Speaking of our stud, where is he? Is he still in the photo booth?” Jessica said trying to look over the crowd.

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Jim and Ester were fucking like Rabbits. The two lovers rocked up against the interior wall of the Photobooth as it took pictures. But eventually nature came calling. Jim’s biological need to breed pushed him over the edge.

“I’m coming,” he grunted.

“Me too,” Ester cried in a daze.

“Do it … inside. I … need … it!” Ester moaned tightly wrapping her legs around Jim’s waist.

Jim did not think twice, he pulled Ester’s hips as he came deep inside the bunnygirl. The photo booth rocked one final time before going quiet. The couple shared in a mutual orgasmic high. Jim slowly pumped wave after wave of heavy cum into Ester. The bunnygirl barely registered the mountain of jizz being forcefully injected into her slit and womb.

“I never knew … sex … could be this good,” Ester moaned.

Jim smiled at that; he could not help but consider himself a sexual expert. The perverted Time-King recalled his countless hours of experience, and dozens of partners. A silent moment past in sexual euphoria for Ester. Her mind was still reeling from her sudden need for sex, and the subsequent joy of being bred. Little did she know that Jim’s sperm just then successfully penetrated her egg.

Recovering first, Jim kiss Ester’s head. “You were amazing,”

It was Ester’s turn to smile. She could not help but feel warm from Jim’s compliment. The event-performer mind suddenly jolted as she recalled where she was. But as Jim pulled out, Ester thoughts were pulled back to her lover. She blushed as she noticed how empty her sex felt without Jim. The two awkwardly separated and began to redress.

“You on birth control?” Jim asked before admiring his lover’s middle.

Ester did not notice his gaze as she focused on redressing and adjusting her costume accessories. Nor did she notice Jim’s cum oozing out of her vagina and proceeding to soak her underwear.

“Oh … no … sorry. I will get the ‘morning after pill’. I wasn’t thinking,” Ester said before frowning.

Jim didn’t notice Ester’s frown as his focused turned to her cute bunny tail and long bunny ears. The horny teen could not help but imagine Ester as his bunnygirl, his big bunnygirl that like to multiply. At that horny thought Jim caught himself from using Dunamancy. He quickly suppressed the urge to change time.

“I don’t need to rewrite our past. Just focus on the now. I can enjoy just writing reality in the moment,” Jim thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Ester, Jim’s subconscious mind had access to his limitless power. Jim’s desire to see Ester heavily pregnant manifested by splitting her Zygote into two and then three. The bunnygirl was going to be a mother of identical triplets.

Ester put a hand to her head. “I feel weird.”

“Hell … I felt weird ever since … the cake,” Ester thought staring off into space.

Jim watched his lover’s odd behavior. He began to question whether his magical powers messed with her mind.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Jimmy, you done in there?” Rachel’s voice sounded from outside the photo booth.

“I need to go,” Ester said jumping at the interruption.

The bunnygirl rushed past Rachel, giving her a scare.

“Goodness,” the expecting mother said startled.

Jim exited the booth a second later. He watched his lover retreat, but lost sight of her in the crowd.

“Jim! We have a problem!’ Rachel said pushing Jim back into the photo booth.

“What?” Jim said falling back.

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Ester rushed through the crowd. She was feeling thirsty; she needed something to drink. But as Ester ran to the buffet table, she failed to slow down in time, and bumped into a short teen.

“AWW!” cried the teen as she lost her footing.

Ester failed to catch the stranger. But instead of falling to the ground she fell into someone Ester knew. The bunnygirl could only watch in horror, as her fellow Event Performer Francine was pushed from behind.

“WHAT THE FU,” Francine cried.

Everyone turned at the shout and watch as the Party Mime fell face first into the massive birthday cake.

“Oh my gosh Francine!” Ester shouted running over.

The mime whom only hours before swore not to eat anything … just got a mouth full of birthday cake. After a second, Francine got over her surprise and realized her predicament. She tried to get up, and by reflex tried to swallowed the cake in her mouth. Little did she know, that simple act sealed her own fate. Francine began coughing as she tried swallowing the massive bite of dessert. She was eventually able to swallow but not before running out of oxygen. In a panic Francine pushed her face up out of the cake, to only a moment later slip back into the giant dessert. The party mime comically floundered in the sea of frosting. The sporadic movements resulting in her unintentionally eating more of the frosting.

“Francine, calm down!” Ester said pulling her friend up out of the mess.

Just then Annabelle pushed through the crowd.

“What happen?” Annabelle asked examining her two coworkers.

The clown failed to notice Ester’s disheveled state, she instead focused on Francine who was covered in cake and frosting.

“We just had a little accident. Let’s get her cleaned up,” Ester said pointing to their trailer.

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Back in the booth.

“Did you just fuck that bunnygirl?” Rachel asked pushing her bump into Jim before pointing after Ester.

“Yes,” Jim said unabashedly before standing straighter.

“Oh darn, I’m too late,” Racheal said snaping her fingers.

“What's wrong?” Jim asked noticing her odd behavior.

His women usually encouraged his sexual appetite.

“You’re the one that has always encouraged me to ‘spread the love’,” Jim said with finger quotations.

“Oh, stop being cheeky. Your sexual hunger would kill if it was not shared,” Rachel said swatting Jim’s hand.

“But that’s not why I’m here. … I might have gone overboard with your birthday gift. And that bunnygirl …,” Rachel said tapping her bump nervously.

Jim was about to ask before Rachel started to rant. She explained the ‘New Pill’ her company developed over the past year. Jim listened attentively at the news of a **** that could cause a second sexual revolution.

“That's amazing! What a breakthrough in fertility treatment,” Jim said thinking of the implication of a **** that causes 100% fertility in women.

“Yes, it will help a lot of women who are struggling to get pregnant. But that’s not all. It also overrides birth control methods like hormonal pills and emergency contraceptives,” Rachel said proudly.

Jim tilted his head at that. He bit his tongue. “Why would anyone create a **** that overrides things like plan-B? Women who take birth control would likely not want to give birth. Therefore, women who are on birth control would not need or want this ‘new-pill’,” Jim thought to himself

“… So … what does your company’s new fertility treatment have to do with me?” Jim asked failing to connect the dots.

“About that … I … I wanted to surprise you one final time. So, I laced some of the food and drinks with ‘New Pill’,” Rachel said looking back in the direction of the buffet.

“You what?” Jim shouted in alarm.

“Shhhh, it’s okay,” Rachel said putting a finger over Jim’s lips.

Jim was about to panic.

“This is wrong … I need to change the timeline before someone gets hurt,” Jim said trying to calm down.

“It’s okay Jimmy, don’t fret. The **** is completely harmless to women already pregnant,” Rachel said putting her hands on her large pregnant middle.

“Mom! There are two dozen women at my party not pregnant. Were … you intending for me to …,” Jim said before finally realizing Rachel’s master plan.

Rachel smiled.

His foster-mother just gifted him a birthday party full of beautiful women who are now very fertile. While Jim’s libido celebrated the gift, Jim’s head was upset. It did not seem right. But just before Jim was going to protest, he suddenly realizes the hypocrisy. His own Dunamancy powers were no better than ****. Jim **** people to do what he wanted. He changed reality to fuck and impregnate all without asking anyone for permission.

“Hmm, so … you invented a new miracle pill that … forces … women to get fertile … and then you … intentionally **** our guests … all as a gift to me?” Jim asked slowly before raising an eyebrow.

Rachel's smile didn’t falter.

“I did. Tonight was the culmination of a lot of hard work. The final part of my plan was putting the ‘New Pill’ into the fruit punch and cookies. The dose level should only cause light arousal and a small boost to fertility. Just enough to override existing birth control,” Rachel said proudly.

“Wait did you say arousal?” Jim said thinking of Ester’s behavior.

“Yes arousal. The ‘New Pill’ acts as an aphrodisiac. That is by design. I knew your favored thing in the whole world is baby bumps. So, to prove my love and devotion I developed the ‘New Pill’ to make pregnancy easier and more prevalent. And what better way to show off the power of my gift than a small demonstration,” Rachel said happily.

Jim smiled at Rachel’s hard work and dedication. He was impressed with her thoughtful invention. But suddenly he recalled Rachel’s earlier question.

“First off, thank you. I appreciate how much work you did. But let’s double back. Why did you ask about Ester … I mean the bunnygirl?” Jim asked frowning.

“Aw! … there was a mix up at the bakery. The giant cake I ordered … Jenny (my secretary) assumed I wanted the giant cake too also be laced with ‘New Pill’ …,” Rachel said trailing off.

“And?” Jim said repressing a sigh.

“Don’t get mad. Jenny got the math wrong … so … the dose levels in the giant cake are dangerously high. Anyone who takes more than a few bights might become erratic,” Rachel said reluctantly.

Jim’s foster-mother stepped back. Her large ass bumped into the wall of the photo-booth stopping her subconscious retreat.

“As soon as I found out, I told everyone that the cake is underdone and shouldn’t be eaten. But I forgot about the … bunnygirl. She was hiding in that thing for 20 some minutes,” Rachel said apologetically.

Jim sighed. “That explained it, Ester’s odd behavior” Jim thought.

Jim took a deep breath. “I knew I wasn’t the cause,” Jim mumbled in relief.

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The three event-performers slowly made their way back to the trailer. As they entered the safety of their space, Ester swore in frustration.

“Dam! What a fucking night,” Ester said more to herself than anyone.

The bunnygirl and clown helped their friend sit down on a stool.

“Let me grab some towels,” Annabelle said letting go of Francine.

The clown walked deeper into the trailer. Francine sat still as Ester watched her friend. The mime was clearly still processing something.

“Did you hit your head?” Ester asked stepping into Francine’s line of sight.

Annabelle returned and tried to hand Francine a towel.

The mime covered in cake did not move.

“She looks like she is in shock or something,” Ester said taking the towel from Annabelle.

“Is she allergic to something in the cake?” Annabelle asked concerned.

“No, I have her employee records. She has no known allergies,”

A second passed as everyone was at a loss for words.

“I think you should go back to the party Anna. We’re still on the clock. Let me clean up Francine. I will make sure to check for any injuries,” Ester said before giving a small smile.

Annabelle gave Ester a nod. “Okay, just call me if you need anything,”

After Anna left, Ester began scanning Francine’s face and head. The younger woman was cooperative but stayed silent.

“I can’t find any scratches or bumps. But you’re covered in cake. So, we need to get you clean to be sure,” Ester said softly to Francine.

“Here let’s get you out of those clothes first,”

Ester helped Francine stand and began guiding her to their small trailer bathroom. But as the two stepped past the trailers only bed.

“Ooohh--uuufff,” Ester grunted in surprise as she was pushed over.

“What are,” Ester tried to say before Francine was on top of her.

Ester’s momentary shock and confusion allowed Francine to kiss her. With the kiss came a little frosting. The heat and pressure of Francine’s lips mixed with the taste of sugar.

“I … need … you,” Francine said between kisses.

Ester was about to protest. She was not a lesbian, nor was this the time and place. But …

“MMmmhh” Ester moaned from Francine’s hand reaching down to her pussy.

The scent of Jim’s fertile deposit began to fill the air.

“You … smell … amazing!” Francine moaned.