Jason felt a twinge if guilt leaving the restaurant manager as a woman, but she seemed happy enough. She was bouncing around behind the counter and flirting with guys as they came up to order, likely a response to the bubbly mood Jason had given her. He figured she was fine as is and wandered off to find a different target.
He stopped in front of a fitness studio. He looked in through the window and noticed about fifteen people inside practicing martial arts. The instructor was a middle aged man with mutton chops and a beer belly. His moves were smooth but he looked a bit silly in his white martial arts outfit. The rest of the class was mostly male, ranging in age from teenagers to dudes that looked late twenties. But there was a pretty red headed woman awkwardly going through the moves. Jason selected her and generated a sentence. “This 22 year old woman is attending a karate class with her fiancé.”
Jason thought it would be really funny to make her at the wrong kind of class. He changed “karate” to “Lamaze.” He giggled and confirmed. He expected to see a woman practicing childbirth in the middle of a martial arts studio. Instead, the entire room had changed.
The instructor was now a slightly chubby middle aged woman dressed professionally. Her reddish hair was worn neatly in curls. Her wide hips and large breasts gave her a bit of a milfy cuteness.
On the floor were seven women, all clearly pregnant, and beside each kneeled a man, holding his partner’s hand as the women practiced breathing exercises. All the women looked to be early twenties in age, probably experiencing their first pregnancy.
Jason laughed. This thing was powerful. He could...