The School Nurse

Jim met Joyce’s gaze. She waited for an answer. Thirty seconds passed before Jim broke.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Jim said nervously.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you are behind the cheerleading problem. What made all those popular girls want a geeky guy like you? And WHAT made them want to become mothers?” Joyce asked not looking away.

Jim didn’t know what to say.

“Please don’t tell me they all just … fell in love with your dick?” Joyce said sarcastically.

“No, … I just,” Jim said still lost for words.

“Mr. Hercule, Ms. Peterson is out for blood. What should I tell her? Am I to say … all those girls were just good friends of yours? They all just randomly wanted to follow you here?” Joyce asked leaning forward.

Jim couldn’t help but notice Joyce’s cleavage. Despite his migraine, he was getting hard again.

“Please tell me something,” Joyce said resting her arm on Jim’s leg.

“You won’t believe me if I told you,” Jim said looking away.

“Still not willing to share? Very well … I will just have to report my suspicions … to the principal,” Joyce said standing straight.

Jim hesitated as he watched Joyce turn and walked to the desk telephone.

“Wait!” Jim cried in a panic.

“Yes?” Joyce asked glancing back.

“I know who is behind the cheerleading … issue. But I don’t … know how to explain it,” Jim said cryptically.

Joyce smiled and shook her head.

“Sorry Mr. Hercule, the cards are stacked against you. I must report what I know,” Joyce said before reaching for the phone.

“Wait, I didn’t … you don’t need to do that,” Jim said in desperation.

“I’m not one of your love-struck women, Mr. Hercule,” Joyce said picking up her phone.

In a panic, Jim thought of Nurse Joyce as exactly that, his love-struck woman. But instead of a regular girlfriend, Jim imagined what he always imagined.

Flash!

Jim blinked away the white spots in his eyes as he fought a sudden rush of vertigo.

“What the?” Joyce said feeling a shortness of breath. Her braw was too tight.

Snap!

Nurse Joyce looked down and notice her bust size had jumped two sizes.

“I don’t … feel so,” Joyce said before rushing to vomit in the room’s sink.

Jim grabbed his aching head as he watched the school nurse bend over the counter sink. He was transfixed as her slim figure transformed.

Pop! … Pop! Pop! Pop!

Joyce’s white lab coat broke open. Dunamancy corrupted her past and reshaped her present.

“What were we talking about?” Joyce asked standing up and wiping her face.

Jim immediately noticed the nurse’s belly before fixating on her expanded rack and wide hips. As Jim admired her figure, it slowly finished expanding into a more prominent pear shape.

“Hot,” Jim thought before another spike of pain and blood began trickling down his face.

“Oh my you’re bleeding,” Joyce cried grabbing for a tissue.

“Dam … I …,” Jim thought fighting off a wave of fatigue.

A minute later Jim had his head back on a pillow, while the school nurse sat at the foot of his bed.

“Jimmy, I have to tell Ms. Peterson something. I am starting to show,” Joyce said patting her baby bump.

Jim looked down and again fixated on Joyce’s middle. The horny teen’s headache faded away as his libido grew.

“As I said before, we can’t ignore Principal Peterson’s investigation forever. She might not suspect my pregnancy is related to the cheer team. But she wants answers,” Joyce said with a frown.

Shaking his head, Jim tried to suppress his horniness.

“This is wrong, … something is wrong with me,” Jim thought sitting up.

“I need to undo this,” Jim thought as he looked at Joyce’s middle.

Joyce noticed his staring and smiled. She lifted her blue shirt to show off her bare baby bump.

A few seconds passed in silence as Jim struggled to reshape time. But instead of reversing her pregnancy, Jim’s mind was fighting against the wonderful memories of fucking Joyce.

“Oh, it’s moving,” Joyce said pulling Jim’s hand to her bare belly.

Jim didn’t register the sensation; he was completely focused on using his powers. But try as he might nothing changed. If anything, she got slightly bigger under his perverted gaze.

“I can’t do it,” Jim said as he fell back.

“Do what?” Joyce asked confused.

“Nothing,” Jim said sighing.

“Reshaping timelines my ass. Dunamancy … more like Preggomancy. All I can do is make preggos,” Jim thought in defeat.

Joyce retook Jim’s hand.

“I know it’s difficult, but we need a plan. My job here is at risk. I won’t be able to see you every day if we don’t do something about Ms. Peterson,” Joyce said concerned.

Hearing the distress in her voice, Jim sat up and reconsidered the situation. His mind raced. Was confronting Ms. Peterson directly … a viable option? If talking doesn’t work, will his Preggomancy be the only recourse? Was adding more baby mamas to his life a winning strategy?

“I think we should…,” Jim said shifting his legs and standing up off the bed.

“Yes,” Joyce asked.

Just then another wave of fatigue hit Jim.

“Make a plan for tomorrow,” Jim said sitting back down.

“And maybe… consult with Eris,” Jim thought before mentally kicking himself for forgetting her magical communication card.

Bing!

The school speakers chimed on.

“Ms. Joyce Brock, please bring Mr. Hercule to my office,” Principal Peterson’s voice sounded before cutting off.

“Well shit,” Jim said grabbing his head.