This is obviously a fictional story and I don't really care if it is scientific or logical. It will probably take me a long time to update it, so I appreciate your encouragement and comments.
Disclaimer: All of the teens depicted in the story with sex scenes are eighteen years old, and they will always be eighteen.
This is a story of a preggo harem, about those beautiful pregnant women, not their children, so stop wondering about where did these children go.

Prologue：The nostalgic loser

2045, Cap City, Illusland.

I'm working as an assistant professor at Illusland State University. I knew my life was almost over. I lived in a highly corrupt monarchy, and my parents' lack of money and power meant that it was almost impossible for me to succeed. My current situation was arguably the best way out. This is despite the fact that I was once considered a "genius": at age 12, I was selected for the Genius Development Program (GDP) at one of the country's top high schools. Most of the students in this program are indeed 100% selected by test scores - and the fact that it is full of Asian proves that I am telling the truth. Here, with a relatively relaxed environment, I had the most unforgettable 6 years of my life. Since then, I lived like a died body for decades.

All of this, however, took a turn today. After finishing the "research" that was purely for the purpose of cheating on the funding in order to make a living, I walked out of the lab. Around 8:00 p.m., the street lights on the side of the road were either bright or dim. On the way to the parking lot, I saw an old man walking on the sidewalk and suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up. I rushed over to him to check him out and called an ambulance. By the dim light, I recognized him as a very withdrawn old man who worked in the physics department. He looked over 70-yr-old, but he was an assistant professor, just like me. I'm sure I'll still be an assistant professor when I'm as old as he is, only probably no one will call an ambulance for me.

I prepaid for the professor (and a bribe to the doctor) and the hospital was able to resuscitate him. Fortunately, he came to his senses a few hours later, but his back still hurt, and the CT results showed a tumor as big as two fists on his pancreas. The doctor who identified me as his son prescribed him some morphine and told me to go home and prepare for the funeral. We walked out of the hospital around 5:00 am. I called a taxi to take him back to his apartment. Downstairs, however, the old professor walked to his car. He gave me the keys, got himself into the seat next to me, and said, "Young man, you're the lucky dog now. Take me to NO.31, Oak Street, Pinntburg." I was confused because it was in the suburbs of Cap City, a two-hour drive from ISU campus, so I asked him again, but he leaned back in his seat and fell asleep, not knowing if it was true or not. Fine, I'll be a good guy for today, I thought to myself.

It was just after dawn when I pulled up next to what appeared to be an abandoned house - located in a neighborhood of crumbling bricks and mortar, which is a common scenario: developers forcibly "buy" land at a very low price to build a fictitious skyscraper, and when they have enough money, whether from the government or some stupid middle class, they board a plane to USA with the money. Without waiting for my reminder, the old professor himself woke up and he led me inside. "Move this floor tile under my feet." He said, and then tossed me a set of keys. I moved it effortlessly, revealing the entrance to a cellar. I opened it and carried the old professor down the ladder. Inside the cellar was an even stronger smell of rotting grain than in the house, with a few wine barrels scattered about, in addition to a large pile of straw. The old professor plucked away the straw, only to see a half-pieced together machine appeared in front of me, based on the frame extrapolated about 8 feet high. It is next to a plastic film cover some neatly placed parts.

"It's a time machine that can only take you back in some time of your life. This is my lifeblood, but it looks like I'm too late to use it." The old professor said, "Now, you're its master. The drawings are also next to it, and I have designed it. This is fate, God is calling me now."

"A time machine? Isn't that impossible?" I asked in surprise.

"I fucked Einstein in a dream when I was 20, and he told me about the loopholes in the theory that could be exploited, and that even if you went back in time, it wouldn't change this now." The old man responded humorously, then he pulled out a glasses case from his pocket, "Oh yes, this is the legacy of my only friend, an assistant professor of psychology. I was going to bring it along to use in the past."

Within a few days, the old professor passed away. After his funeral, I basically finished putting the machine together as well. I certainly doubted it all: but it was definitely worth trying. The worst that could happen is death, which is hardly a far cry from my life now. In that glasses case was a pair of glasses a handwritten instruction manual. It was a pair of hypnotic glasses, and when I put them on and someone looked me in the eye, I could hypnotize that person. In the process, the hypnotized subject will obey all my more reasonable instructions, so I can tamper with some of his common sense, and he will answer all my questions honestly. In addition, this works not only on the psyche, but also changes the subject's body. The glasses seem to be something more powerful.

I put them on and managed to hypnotize the principal and convince him to fire my department head (who was actually also the principal's nephew): I accused him of accepting bribes to rape three female students causing them to become pregnant and miscarry. When I told him directly that I should replace him, he also refused me and told me that I could not take the position because I had no "special relationship". Before I released him from hypnosis, I gave his body instructions to make the old bald man impotent.

Using this glasses, I actually enough to make my life insane now. I don't have the ambition to change the world. As for using it to satisfy my selfish desires: I looked in the mirror: fat belly, graying hair, I'm 47 after all. I reckoned my inferior sperm would no longer impregnate women - not satisfying my greatest sexual fetish. I've had my fair share of sexual experiences before: sex is another bribe besides money, whether it's a female college student with no special background or a prosititude (in our country, they make little difference), and having sex with them is like raping a corpse. And those memories were long distant in my college career, and despite our love for each other, girls still asked me to wear a condom every time - and I was well aware that in the pursuit of a better life, we couldn't end up together. I wasn't married either, as I didn't need to keep a dead body to take care of my sexual needs; hands were obviously a more reliable partner. So, I decided to roll it all back and start over anyway.

The starting point was chosen on August 30, 2010, a day I'll never forget: the day I entered GDP.

A good start, looking forward to more

Chap1: Mechanical issues

With the glasses case firmly in my hand, I entered that date. At this moment, I prayed silently in my heart: I accept all the results and my destiny ...... God, can you let me be the lucky one?

Opening my eyes again, I was sitting in the passenger side of a car. My father was driving, and in the back seat was my mother. They showed their joy unabashedly on their faces. Through the mirror on the sun visor, I could see my young 12-year-old face. Thank goodness I was still holding the familiar glasses case in my left hand. But as I opened the box, the watch on my left wrist shook my eyes. Fuckin' hell, I was almost 100% sure that my watch was broken. But then I put on my glasses and looked at the time shown on the display in the center of the car and it was also 2016?! I was desperate to figure it all out, but waited to avoid making my parents suspicious.

The car pulled up in front of my school that I had dreamed about countless times. I eagerly hypnotized my parents by making them look over my glasses.

"Is this year 2016?"
"Yes." They answered together
"I'm 12?"
"No, you're 18."
"Fuck, does this mean I've graduated from high school?"
"No. You're coming to Illusland State High School's welcome lecture today."
"So I went to elementary school for 12 years?" I was confused.
"Who didn't?"

My mind raced. I found two plausible explanations: first, this was a parallel world, somehow slightly different from the one I lived in; or my degraded hands-on skills had allowed me to put that machine together incorrectly. In short, I do not have any way back, at least now I am still young. Assuming my first hypothesis holds true, I still need to explore this world slowly. In any case, I first released my parents from hypnosis and walked into the familiar but unfamiliar lecture hall of the school.

All this excites me. These students, both male and female, were indeed young. When I tried to hypnotize a few of them individually. They all said they were 18 years old, which proved that my parents weren't wrong either. In any case, I found some faces in my memory. I could still name a few of them, even though the memories were fuzzy. But I didn't dare to identify them, because I knew that most of these students were strangers to each other at this time, and I didn't want to make them feel strange.

"Martin!" a girl called out my name from behind. I turned my head and looked over. It was a girl who was about 5 feet tall. I immediately remembered that her name was Lucy and she was a half-breed hottie. She had delicate features and brown hair with some natural curls. She wore a cute pink t-shirt on top that covered her b-cup but significantly larger breasts than her peers (no doubt they were going to be voluptuous and attractive). Underneath the short skirt was a pair of long, slender thighs and a plump ass in the back (I think it's very fit for a fertile body type), a little fat, but all that meat was more than enough to arouse my desire. White sneakers and white cotton socks halfway up the calf would satisfy the foot fetish. Her delicate face comes from the East, her fabulous body from her Caucasian grandmother, and her wheatish, smooth, firm skin from her mother's family of African descent.

Why can she say my name? I started trying to remember our history again: I was involved in some tutoring classes before that in order to pass the GDP admissions test. I met some of my classmates in that tutoring class. Some of these friends were as successful as I was in getting accepted into GDP, so we "now" became classmates again, and Lucy was one of them. Her parents ran a small company, not very rich, but relatively well off. Lucy and I had a quite cordial relationship at this time because my mother and her mother were also good friends and they used to take us to dinner together. I recall that I had a crush on Lucy at that time, and she was my first love interest. 

At that time (or "now") I was just a nerd: about 5'1 tall, but a full 135 pounds (mostly fat). I ended up screwing things up with her. I remember we were in the same class and took a lot of the same courses. We had a lot of opportunities to spend time together, things were going well, and we had good feelings for each other. I confided in her and she was too shy to respond but accepted a kiss I left on her cheek. After this, I regarded herself as mine and insulted her(I was a crazy pervert that time). Lucy was a bit of an introvert, or maybe she was just trying to get in the way and didn't get into a big fight with me or report me to the teacher for harassment. She just ignored me after that. She remained relatively quiet for a few years after that, staying away from all the boys, and I don't know if it was because of me that she eventually left Illusland for the US. Since then, I haven't heard from her. Whenever I think of this history later, I always feel a twinge of guilt.

"Don't just stare at her and gawk. Say hello to Lucy!" My mom urged me. I pulled my thoughts out of my memories, raised my eyebrows, put on a smile, and replied, "Hi, Lucy! I hope we can be in the same class!"

The next day we did sit in the same classroom. Only the sign outside the classroom said "Grade C, Class 3" instead of "Grade 7". I asked my headteacher through my glasses and learned that Grade B was one grade older than us, Grade D was one grade younger, and the youngest was Grade E. I was a little surprised by these settings, probably because of the time machine malfunction again.

After thinking about this, I looked up at the teacher and tried to remember her information again: her name is Elisa (as she said today during self-introduction session, of course), she is an MD from ISU and came here just after graduation to teach us biology. She has pixie ears, straight dark hair, and a tall, thin nose. I'm pretty sure she's Italian. I remember at this point she was still unmarried, but less than a year later she handed out us some chocolates to annouce us she was married. The next fall she had a growing belly and eventually left us. So, even with the use of glasses, with her I had to take advantage of it while I could. Wait a minute... She's an M.D.? While still under hypnosis, I asked her, "And what specific area of medicine are you studying for your MD?"
"Obstetrics and gynecology." She replied.
I was lucky, I thought to myself, and a plan was quietly born.

Chap 2: Preparations

As I sat in the classroom, I sized up the other girls, the one who attracted me the most was Gloria. She was also the blonde goddess of my middle school dreams. She had big watery eyes and a rosebud mouth. she was fair-skinned and soft, and her voice was incredibly soft and nice. She was taller than I was at this time, 5'5. Even taller than I was at this time (of course I would grow to 6' and she would still only be 5'7 if she developed too early). She had a pair of luscious A-cup breasts. We've always had a friendly relationship, but there's no way this is going to go any further. She comes from an official family. In Illusland, people like me are considered pariahs by the officials. But now that I have glasses, things are going to be different. My tablemate is Cindy, an Asian girl with long black hair, but her most attractive feature is her shapely figure. I estimated her breasts to be about a C cup and her hips were beautifully curved. Her breasts and ass will definitely continue to grow bigger in the future. She is a little chubby, but all that fat is in the right place. In front of me sat Helen: a short-haired Asian girl with mushroom hair but with a cute pigtail tied right back. Her breasts were still to be developed, but her ass was shapely. She couldn't keep her legs together when she stood, as if she already had many children.

During the lunch break, I walked into the principal's office. The principal was, as I remembered, an obese middle-aged male with gold-rimmed glasses. He was in jail when I was in 10th grade for harassing a girl he shouldn't have messed with (her uncle was a deputy minister).

"What is the matter with you here, student?" He put on a fake smile that I had seen countless times before that was off-putting. "Please take a look at my glasses." I said.

"What's this..." Without finishing his sentence, he was hypnotized by me.
I let him open the safe. Inside, of course, were many bundles of cash and jewelry, all of which were obviously dirty. I had him fill me up with a million dollars in a small leather bag. I told him that these money were dirty, so he couldn't call the police if I took it. Then I said to him, "You know that Illusland is facing a population loss, with a large number of people emigrating abroad and a low birth rate domestically." He nodded.
"So you, as a high school principal on a state salary, you should do something to help solve this problem. For example, you should encourage teachers and students to get pregnant and have children." I said.
"But I can't do things for nothing." He said.
I pulled a bunch of cash out of that purse and dropped them on his desk, and without waiting for me to say anything, he said, "Okay, no problem. What exactly do I need to do?"
"Our school nurse's office needs to be expanded to add obstetrics and gynecology to make it more convenient for pregnant students and faculty." I said, "Ms. Elisa is an M.D. in this area, and she could obviously fill that position. Also, you need to purchase a bunch of equipment. This is another opportunity for money laundering." With that, I pointed to the still-open safe.

Public high school students in Illusland are uniformly required to wear silly uniforms: they are not suits, and girls don't wear short skirts. The uniforms are similar from school to school: they are made of a poor quality white fabric plus some stupid colors. I was going to ask the principal to change it and make all the girls wear JK, but this morning when I walked upstairs, Cindy was in front of me, and because the fabric's poor quality, I could see her pristine white panties through her pants. I thought it was another kind of fun and dismissed the idea.

Before ending the hypnosis, I gave another command to his body to make him lose his sexual desire and impotence. It also helped him avoid his future disaster. For now, I've got the money I need.

The other problem is that, as I mentioned in the last chapter, at this point I'm overweight. Although it is possible to have someone else transform my body through the hypnosis glasses, I currently don't have anyone I can trust (which is why I don't want to stay in that previous world). Therefore, I spent the rest of my lunch break in the gym.

My first target was Lucy, and since I still felt guilty about her, I didn't want to simply turn her into a machine to get pregnant for me through hypnosis. I first used the glasses to get her to agree to a date with me this evening.

After school, I went home first and tried to convince my parents to let me move out. They were both conservative in their outlook and reluctant to agree easily, but all the same, they wanted more grandchildren. So I used this to subtly get them to agree to my request. I used the money I got from the principal to rent a hotel for a month and then an apartment on the first floor next to the school.

After all this was arranged, I headed to a cozy little restaurant for a date with Lucy.


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For future episodes (Cindy and Gloria), I created a poll here: "Hypnosis Glasses: A pregnant harem school" post(plot) - Preggophilia . (It will run out of time in 10 days)
I'm more partial to Gloria dominating the plot, because after this there will be a lot of hot girls who are romance or  dominating plots. Of course, I'll take your opinions into account.
Enjoy the story and please leave a comment below if you have any new ideas