The Future is Pregnant!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

A massive magical explosion ripped through the multiverse. Yet only the truly powerful could sense the arcane disturbance. The Chairwoman of the Council of Time, Madam Brice Silvers shuttered as she waited in the transport headquarters.

“What was that sensation?” Brice thought grabbing her head.

Her thoughts turned to her sister. She was jealous of her many kids. Why did I choose to be a career woman again?

“Why did I think that?” Brice said putting one hand to her middle, while still subconsciously wishing to become a mother.

Unbeknownst to her and the rest of the multiverse, Jim Hercule the Time-King just unintentionally set off the first Galactic Baby Boom. All women in the known universe subconsciously became excited at the thought of motherhood. While at least quarter of all women suddenly developed a deep sexual fetish for breeding and always being heavily pregnant.

“Madam Silvers, we are getting a SOS retreat from Arron Collars unit,” a technician shouted.

Just then a code red began to flash in the Transportation Center. All transportation technicians began shouting and arguing over the cause.

“Quiet! You idiots! Follow your training. Where is the unit? Is the criminal in their custody?” Brice shouted in frustration.

BANG!

6 Human shapes blasted into the teleportation room.

“Office Collars!” Brice Silvers shouted after recognizing the shapes.

The Chairwoman quickly approached the pile of Time-Cops but slowed down as she got closer.

Office Arron Collars and her unit of Elite Time Officers were all heavily pregnant and bursting out of their uniforms.

“What in the hell happen?” Brice shouted before subconsciously putting a had to her middle.

“You were meant to kill or capture the criminal … Not Fuck Him!” Brice said looking down at Arron’s new heavy figure.

“We didn’t … I mean ... he,” Arron tried to say before noticing her new body.

Back in the Mall

“Jim, you, okay?” Stacy said pushing her boobs into his side.

Jim rapidly blinked and looked around. He was back, sitting with four of his heavily pregnant baby Mamas, Stacy (foster sister and high school Head Cheer Leader), Heather (Mexican American, self-identified rival of Stacy Hercule), Raven (South African exchanged student), and newly added Joey (college student and milky Mall Barista).

“I feel like I am forgetting something,” Jim thought as he touched his chest feeling a phantom pain.

“Stop spacing out, we have questions Mr. Timelord,” Heather said before pushing her boobs into Jim’s other side.

“Oh, right I just confessed,” Jim thought trying not to get a hard on.

“Head out of the gutter lover boy,” Heather said despite grabbing his crotch under the table.

“Where were we?” Jim said turning to Raven and Joey who sat across from him.

At that all his women began to bombard him with questions. Each one of them curious about magic and the its implications. Unfortunately for Jim, the constant questioning didn’t let up. One minute became five and

“Wish I didn’t tell them,” Jim thought to himself.

He was not looking forward to having the same conversation with his other lovers.

Buzz-Buzz Buzz-Buzz

“Aw shit,” Jim said reading his phone.

“Ladies, I love you all. But before it gets too late, let's keep my magic under wraps for now,” Jim said while activating his Dunamancy.

“Okay!” Everyone chimed in response.

Jim signed knowing he only shelf the conversation for later. The group let Joey return to work, then all four highschoolers left the food court.

Earlier that afternoon,

Across town Rachel Hercule stood Infront of the company board of directors.

Rachel was Stacy’s mom and Jim’s foster-mother. She confidently stood heavily pregnant and ready to make history. Rachel smiled as everyone eyed her as she stepped out from behind the podium. Everyone clearly staring at her very tight business jacket and skirt. The middle-age men all ogled Rachel’s large pregnant belly, bursting bust, wide hips, and fat ass.

“Get excited you pervs, it will only make this easier,” Rachel thought happily.

“Gentlemen, as you can tell I am expecting. My baby-daddy is Jimmy Hercule. He is an 18-year-old prodigy. This past Summer Jimmy joined the new Sunnydale Academy Genius Breeding Program. While the top 5% of female students qualify, my Jimmy is the only qualified male student with an IQ of over 200. Sunnydale Academy Principal Rose Peterson and others have started a movement to create a new future of geniuses,” Rachel said proudly.

A few whispers were exchanged between directors and their personal secretaries.

“You might be thinking. What does my pregnancy and a Genius Breeding Program have to do with our ****-company?” Rachel said meeting the eyes of each of the directors.

Slam

Rachel banged the podium before turning on the overhead projector.

“The Future! The Future is Pregnant!”

“We all know that our company led the charge making many pregnancy prevention tools. But as family planning tools became easier and easier, our society has change and many claimed it has devolved. Whatever happened to Traditional Family Values? And is family planning to blame?” Rachel said before pausing for dramatic effect.

“No! Of course not, we are Allies of Female Rights … but despite the facts. The right-wing Media blames us for the degradation of family values. Our company has been labeled by the right as **** for supporting women’s reproduction rights. All for empowering women to choose not to have a baby,” Rachel said as she waddled in front of everyone.

“So, what if we can fight back. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the other ****? What do you think of empowering a woman to have a baby whenever she wants?” Rachel said putting her hands on her wide pregnant hips.

This caused more whispers to circle the room. After a moment one of the younger directors raised his hand.

“Yes Mr. Johnson,” Rachel said smiling to her corporate rival.

“What is your point, Miss Hercule? I am happy for your pregnancy and your foster-son’s new baby-making program thing … but what are you trying to say?” Mr. John Johnson said clearly annoyed.

Rachel smirked.

“I am glad you asked,” Rachel said turning the slide on the projector.

“Over the past year our RnD department have developed a new revolution in reproduction control!” Rachel said excitedly.

“We have made a **** that causes a 100% sexual fertility. Or in other words … if a woman takes our ‘new pill’ … it will super charge her reproduction system. So, within 30 days of taking our ‘new pill’ and “trying for baby” we can guarantee she will get knocked up,” Rachel said clicking to a projection of future sales and earnings.

The directors began whispering for a third time. But instead of talking with their aids they kept to whispering amongst their male counterparts.

At that many of the young ambitious sexy female secretaries sitting behind their bosses became uncomfortable. All of them began squirming after realizing the dangers of this ‘new pill’. Mr. Johnson notice his secretary shift in behavior. He noticed her discomfort better than anyone. Having enjoyed a close sexual affair with each of the assistants.

“This is insane” John said in anger.

“Our company has always stood for pregnancy prevention and the sexual freedom it provides. What you and your **** team made undermines that freedom. If we create this ‘new pill’ then what stops men and women forcing unwanted pregnancies on each other?” John said thinking of all his past affairs.

“Again, with the sharp questions Mr. Johnson,” Rachel said clicking to a new slide.

A legal argument was shown on screen. At the same time Jenny, (Rachel’s Secretary) began handing out copies of legal arguments. Both For and Against the magical new ****. Rachel held back a laugh as everyone failed to notice Jenny’s pregnant baby bump. She was hiding it under the hand-outs. But soon enough the paper pile thinned and she was exposed as the cute preggo she was. Luckly for Jenny, most of the men were fixated on the paper hand out to notice another pregnant woman in the room. The women however became acutely aware. Little did they know, their fears of **** pregnancy were well grounded. Rachel did in fact used the ‘new pill’ on herself and her secretary to better show her commitment to the future. Jimmy’s little school genius breeding program has been a great smoke screen to test her ****.

“I respect your forward thinking, John. Men and Women could **** this ****. However, I checked with our legal team, and forcing motherhood or fatherhood on anyone is still very much a crime. So let government and the courts decide the rules. I am just the herald of a new future. If we don’t make this **** then another company with less morals and people like you John. Will make it instead,” Rachel said calmly.

“We made this corporate kingdom from providing sexual freedom. And now we have the chance to build an Empire from freeing women from infertility. … Humanity will always **** power, be it money, guns, or ****. So let us ground ourselves in humanity’s limitations and make smart laws as we make miracle ****. … Let us do what we do best … We can make sexual freedom AND make infertility freedom possible … Let us push for a better future. A pregnant future! Thank you!” Rachel said passionately, before putting her hands on her massive belly to hammer the point home.

The room went silent.

The silence dragged on. Rachel stepped back and took a drink of water before clearing her throat.

“Any questions?” Rachel asked worried she failed to convince anyone.

Mr. Johnson slowly stood up. He was getting ready to argue again the stupidity of.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

A massive magical explosion ripped through the multiverse.

Unbeknownst to Humanity on Earth, Jim Hercule the Time-King just unintentionally set off the new (much bigger) Baby Boom. All women on Earth now subconsciously became excited at the thought of motherhood. While at least quarter of all women suddenly developed a deep sexual fetish for breeding and always being heavily pregnant.

It is still unclear what the effect Jim’s magical explosion had on Men. But some wizards argue it made a few men more open to the idea of pregnancy.

“Where you going to Say something Mr. Johnson?” Rachel said worriedly.

Director John Johnson eyed his corporate rival. He hated her but he had to admit the she was “Rocking the Bump!”.

“Shit, I wonder if my assistant would look that good with a baby bump?” John thought to himself.

“John?” Rachel said concerned.

“I … I would like more time to review your deck, … but,” John said looking to his fellow directors, before eyeing their assistants. All those young women would look amazing with a baby bump.

“Oh what the hell, let’s do it!” John said leaning into his newly discovered pregnancy fetish.