Preggomancy

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jim fell out of bed and stumbled over to turn off his alarm. Rubbing his eyes Jim put on his thick glasses. After a few blinks his reflection became clear in the dresser mirror.

He wasn’t impressed. But who would be? Jim wasn’t anyone special. He was average in most areas of his life. He wasn’t a straight-A student, more of a B student. He wasn’t tall nor was he short. He wasn’t out of shape nor was he very athletic. Jim sometimes thought himself good-looking in pictures, but never in the mirror. His foster sister Stacy said he had the face of a movie extra. Not good enough to be the hero, but not bad enough to be the villain.

“Good morning Jimmy! Happy Birthday!” Jim’s foster mother said bursting into his room.

“Rachel!” Jim cried in surprise. Mentally grateful he kept his sweatpants on last night.

“That’s mom to you, mister,” Rachel chided.

Rachel placed a small cupcake on Jim’s dresser before kissing his cheek.

“Get ready birthday boy, I making your favorite,” Rachel said turning away.

Jim could not help but watch Rachel’s swaying hips.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” Rachel said pulling a small letter from her bra.

“This came in the mail yesterday. It’s too small to be a birthday card,” Rachel said turning back around.

Jim quickly looked up from admiring Rachel’s thick ass.

“We will be opening your presents tonight. I have a big meeting today at the office. So, dinner will be at 7,” Rachel said before turning back.

Jim held the card in his hand. It was small but felt heavy.

“Stacy breakfast in 20!” Rachel shouted across the hall.

“Mom don’t come in here!” Stacy yelled.

“Oh good, you’re dressed. Go wish your foster brother a happy birthday!” Rachel said happily.

Jim rolled his eyes and went to close his door.

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Turning to the closet Jim remembered the letter. Sitting down on his bed he opened the envelope. The small card showed a brief message.

‘Dear Jim Hercule, Happy 18th Birthday. You are a Time Lord.’

Jim looked up where he could hear his foster mother arguing before scanning his room for a camera.

“Is this a joke?” Jim thought in confusion.

Looking down, the message was changing before his very eyes. Jim dropped the card in surprise. It fell face up on his bed.

‘Keep this knowledge secret. You are special.’

Jim kept reading as the message continued to change.

‘We Time Lords and Ladies can bend reality. And now that you’re 18, you too can shift the timeline to your whim. … But be careful! There is one rule you need to remember.’

Jim leaned in closer to the card.

‘Timelines can only be bent so far before others notice. Don’t go trying to kill Hitler. The time cops will discover your meddling,”

Jim frowned at that.

“Time Lord … Time Cops? Wait … are you making a Dr. Who reference or Loki reference?” Jim asked out loud.

‘… Both! In other words, you’re like the Bronze Dragons from Warcraft. You are like a mini Nozdormu the Aspect of Time.’

“Da Fuck!” Jim said jumping back from the card.

It went blank. Jim picked it up after a minute of watching it for more text.

‘Yes, I can hear you, Jim. If you speak out loud I can reply. To prove it ask another question.’

“What is Warcraft?” Jim asked.

‘Really? All geeks know that. …. It’s like … it's like ... do you know what D&D is?’

“Sure,” Jim said glancing up at his miniature figurines.

‘It’s like that. So back to my point. You are a D&D Dunamancy Wizard. You can bend potentiality and probability. By focusing on unrealized timelines, you can pull elements from them.’

“So, what is,” Jim said.

‘Let me finish. BE CAREFUL! Only practice your Dunamancy on just the normal people around you. Don’t make waves in the timeline. Don’t go dating a celebrity. You’re too young and “low-level” to mess with the greater timelines.’

“Practice how?” Jim asked confused.

‘I don’t care. Make your friends and family play piano or get into shape. Something like that.’

“Okay but … why should I bend the timeline at all … if I am just … going to get in trouble?” Jim asked concerned.

‘You need to practice your Dunamancy magic to stay alive. If you don’t your magical energy will build up and you will be discovered and destroyed,’

“Well shit,” Jim said now concerned.

‘Being a Timelord is not a curse. It is a blessing. Have fun with it. But keep your changes small. Practice Dunamancy slowly … Not all at once. Take things slow. I will be in contact, and Happy Birthday,’

“Wait!” Jim shouted.

‘Yes?’

“What’s your name? Are you a timelord too?” Jim asked.

‘I’m Eris. And yes,’

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“Mom says breakfast is ready!” Stacy said bursting into Jim’s room.

“Stacy!” Jim cried in alarm.

“What you got there, birthday boy?” Stacy said walking into the room.

Jim jumped up and quickly tried hiding Eris’s letter.

“Not so fast mister,” Stacy said reaching for the card.

“Wait don’t,” Jim said as his foster sister wrestled for the letter.

The brief struggle made Stacy lose her balance. She fell onto Jim, pinning him to his bed. Jim held the card tight as his face was smothered by boob cleavage.

“Gross!” Stacy shrieked.

“What?” Jim asked distracted.

“You’re hard as a rock?” Stacy said sitting up.

Jim looked down. Sure enough, he sported a tent in his sweatpants.

“You’re the one who fell on me,” Jim said before …

Stacy slapped the card from his hand.

“Hey!” Jim said in surprise.

The card fell to the ground and Stacy jumped down to grab it. She angled her butt to get in Jim’s way. It worked; Jim pulled up short, not wanting to bull her over.

“Got it,” Stacy said in triumph.

Jim sighed in frustration as his foster sister gloated with a short twerk move.

“Suck it,” Stacy said happily.

To Jim’s horror, Stacy’s booty dance caused his erection to grow enough to poke her in the butt.

“Dam it Jim that’s gross,” Stacy said turning around.

“What? It’s your fault!” Jim said trying to clear his mind of Stacy’s thicc ass.

“My fault?” Stacy asked incredulously.

“Regardless, give me back my card?” Jim said hiding his erection with one hand and holding out the other.

“Oh, this thing? Why did you try to hide this? It’s just a blank card?” Stacy asked confused.

But before he could answer Stacy noticed words on the card and began to read.

‘Hi, Stacy you seem to enjoy messing with Jim. Please tell him to envision you as his obedient girlfriend.’

“What the fuck is this?” Stacy asked looking up.

Jim was reminded of his conversation with Eris. He could bend reality.

“Stacy as my girlfriend?” Jim thought as the idea sunk in.

Flash!

Jim blinked from a sudden light shift.

“What were we talking about? …” Stacy asked confused.

She looked down at the card in her hand and read.

‘Happy Birthday, Jimmy. XOXOXO’

“Oh right, I’m here to wish you a very happy birthday,” Stacy thought dropping the card on the floor.

“Is that for me?” Stacy said grabbing Jim’s erection.

Jim could only watch as his foster sister began to undress.

“Quick before my mom comes,” Stacy said pulling Jim’s sweatpants down.

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Jim was on cloud 9. He was having sex with Stacy. He didn’t know how it happen but he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. Jim picked up his pace as he gripped Stacy’s hips. His thrust slammed into her thicc ass.

“I … am … getting … close,” Jim grunted.

“Remember … to … pull … out. Today … is … unsafe,” Stacy moaned.

Jim was confused for a moment, then realized. Stacy was unsafe from pregnancy.

“Pregnancy, Stacy pregnant,” Jim thought in the heat of the moment.

Flash!

Stacy threw up over Jim’s pillow

“Fuck! you alright?” Jim said pulling himself out of Stacy.

“Sorry, I’m fine, just morning sickness,” Stacy said wiping her face.

“Morning sickness?” Jim asked confused.

“Ya, you know from the baby,” Stacy said patting her belly.

Jim looked at Stacy’s belly. It looked normal.

“What baby?” Jim asked still confused.

“Stop playing dumb and help clean this mess,” Stacy said getting up.

Jim helped Stacy remove his bed sheets, all the while transfixed on Stacy’s body. Her breasts had to have grown two cup sizes since … since.

“How long has it … been …,” Jim thought in confusion.

“Shit! These fit yesterday,” Stacy said trying to pull up her pants.

Jim was pulled from his confusion as his … girlfriend … his girlfriend struggled to get dressed.

“At this rate, I am going to outgrow all my pre-pregnancy clothes soon,” Stacy said annoyed.

“This is all your fault!” Stacy growled.

“My fault?” Jim asked.

“Don’t give me that look. You’re enjoying this. Jim the stud. The one who knocked up the head cheerleader in one go,” Stacy said walking over and poking Jim in the chest.

“Enjoy?” Jim said meeting Stacy’s gaze.

“Ya enjoying this. I know the porn sites you visit. You get off on preggos. Can’t wait to see me with a big belly?” Stacy said hotly.

Unfortunately for Stacy, her words caused Jim to think of her with a big pregnant belly.

Flash!

Jim grabbed his head from a sudden spike of pain. But his pain was arrested as he registered Stacy’s middle. Stacy’s belly was poking him in the gut.

“I still can’t believe I let you do this to me,” Stacy said patting her belly with a sigh.

“Well, at least the sex is still good. Happy Birthday, Jimmy,” Stacy said before giving Jim a long kiss.

Jim kissed Stacy back in bewilderment.

“You two love birds done?” Rachel said knocking on Jim’s bedroom door.

“Hurry up and get dressed. Breakfast is ready,” Rachel shouted.

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Jim sat between his foster mother and his foster sister. The latter was now heavily pregnant with his child.

“I need to ask Eris what is going on. And what to do about this headache,” Jim thought as he ate breakfast.

“Well while you two were having … fun. I was busy making both your favorites,” Rachel said hotly.

“I was just wishing Jim a happy birthday,” Stacy said defensively.

“Sure, you were. This belly says otherwise,” Rachel said patting Stacy’s middle.

“Mom!” Stacy said embarrassed.

“Don’t give me that look. I was a teen once. I understand you two are full of hormones,” Rachel said getting up from the table.

“Besides, I’m in no position to judge. I got pregnant with you when I was your age. But I was a little bigger than you were,” Rachel said with a laugh.

“You couldn’t have been bigger. I’m as big as a whale,” Stacy said getting up for seconds.

Jim tried to look happy as he ate his breakfast but his headache was getting worse. He passively listened to his foster mother and sister’s conversation. But at the mention of his foster mother’s teen pregnancy, he tuned in. To his surprise, the pain faded away as he began to focus on his foster mother’s stories of her maternity struggles.

“My side of the family always carried big. I wish I took more photos. I was massive,” Rachel said reminiscing.

Flash!

Jim grabbed his head from yet another sudden spike of pain.

“Fuck not again,” Jim thought in a panic before looking around.

“I would you look at the time. I need to be at work soon,” Rachel said taking off her apron.

Jim choked on his food as he noticed his foster mom was just as pregnant as Stacy. No, she was bigger than Stacy.

“Careful honey, here take this,” Rachel said walking over and handing Jim a glass of orange juice.

Jim gladly took the glass and drank. He stood up and coughed to clear his throat.

“That’s better. Careful stud. I need my baby daddy good and healthy for tonight,” Rachel said kissing Jim on the lips.

“Gross Mom,” Stacy complained.

“Hey now, he’s my man too. We agreed to share,” Rachel said defensively.

“Now go get your things, and leave the food out for the maid to clean. We’re leaving in 2 minutes,” Rachel said happily.

Jim was pushed from the kitchen, out of the house, and into the driveway. He stumbled to the family car as his headache returned. Looking back he watched … his … his baby mamas adjust their clothes. Racheal was wearing a very tight business formal jacket and skirt despite being heavily pregnant. Similarly, Stacy wore a tight school uniform (collared shirt, tie, sweater, and plad skirt).

“Fuck what is happening to me,” Jim whispered in disbelief.

Words began to form on the blank card resting on Jim’s bedroom floor

‘What a horny, perverted, idiot’