Beth flipped pancakes with practiced ease—her expression neutral as she placed plates on the table. Mary Jane Watson sat at the breakfast nook—her belly rounded in the early stages of pregnancy—her hand resting protectively over her bump. Summer Smith sat across from her, aggressively scrolling through her phone.
"Summer, phone away," Beth commanded flatly. "Mary Jane, eat."
"Summer listen to mom and don't we have a school to go to in 30 minutes?"said Morty
Summer finally looked up from her phone—rolling her eyes with exaggerated annoyance. "Ugh, whatever, I know, I'm going," she muttered.
"Thirty minutes, Summer," Beth reminded her flatly.
Mary Jane simply nodded—her attention already drifting to her phone too. The morning had barely begun but the tension was palpable.
Morty grabbed a plate of pancakes and sat across from Mary Jane. His Ultimate Mind automatically scanned her—analyzing her pregnancy progress. Seven weeks along. Healthy. His Essence of the Breeder had done its work perfectly.
"How are you feeling, Mary Jane?" Morty asked casually—flipping a pancake onto his plate.
Mary Jane smiled softly—placing her hand on her bump. "A little nauseous this morning actually."
Morty's Ultimate Mind immediately identified the anomaly. Mary Jane Watson—biologically seven weeks pregnant. But her symptoms and appearance suggested she had been pregnant for much longer. His Essence of the Breeder had accelerated her gestation—just like he had for Mavis.
Four months instead of nine.
He kept his expression neutral. "Just a morning sickness thing," he said smoothly.
"I hope you have a good day staying home with mom."he said looking at Beth."
Beth barely glanced at Morty—her mind occupied by the morning's chaos. "It's fine," she replied flatly—her tone dismissive and distracted. She focused on flipping pancakes—completely unbothered by Morty's presence.
Summer's eyes shifted to Morty—the briefest hint of annoyance crossing her face. "Whatever,"
Summer's attention quickly snapped back to her phone—scrolling through a feed—clicking past everything Morty and her mother. She completely ignored him.
Mary Jane smiled softly—still focusing on her breakfast. "Thanks, Morty," she said politely—before going back to her phone too.
Morty grabbed a fork and started eating. The Ultimate Mind was already planning.
Morty chewed slowly—his Ultimate Mind processing everything. Beth glanced at the clock on the wall.
"School bus in 15 minutes," she stated.
Summer groaned dramatically from the table. "Do I HAVE to go today? I have a migraine."
"Yes," Beth said simply.
Morty finished his pancakes—feeling the familiar buzz of his Ultimate Mind calculating the day's objectives.
Morty's Ultimate Mind catalogued the names—Summer's friends. Jessica and Tricia Lange. He needed to interact with them strategically.
"Who's going to be at school today?" Morty asked casually—reaching for orange juice.
Summer looked up from her phone. "Why? You planning something?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Just making conversation," Morty replied smoothly—sipping his juice.
Morty sipped his juice slowly—maintaining a casual expression. His Ultimate Mind already had conversations planned with Jessica and Tricia. He'd subtly gather information—manipulate events behind the scenes. Summer's suspicion was noted—but not concerning. She was too shallow to ever suspect the truth behind his actions.
Summer snorted. "Conversation? You? Since when do you care about conversation?" She went back to her phone.
Morty ignored the jab. He glanced at Mary Jane—who was quietly eating her pancakes. Her bump was slightly more visible now than yesterday. The accelerated gestation was working perfectly.
Beth cleared her plates. "Summer—grab your bag."
"Coming mom," Summer groaned—finally pocketing her phone.
Morty kissed Mary Jane. She tilted her head—smiling slightly but clearly surprised. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks before she composed herself. She didn't protest.
Summer had already grabbed her bag—standing by the door with an exaggerated look of annoyance.
Then Morty turned to Beth—his lips meeting hers in a deep tongue kiss. His Ultimate Mind completely unperturbed.
Beth's eyes flicked to Summer—who was scowling and rolling her eyes at the sudden display of affection. She didn't break the kiss. Instead, she deepened it—wrapping an arm around Morty's waist before pulling back abruptly—smoothing her hair. "Morty. School."
Summer scoffed. " gross." She pushed open the door.
"relax, I'll just Portal us there." He said, taking out his portal gun and shooting a blue portal to the school.
Morty pulled out the portal gun—a green swirl of energy crackling to life. He fired it—a blue portal materialized in the middle of the kitchen.
Summer stared. "Okay—that's actually convenient."
Beth raised an eyebrow. "Just be careful with that thing, Morty."
Morty stepped through first—emerging right outside the high school entrance. Summer followed reluctantly—adjusting her backpack.
Morty strolled through the school entrance—his upgraded appearance drawing subtle glances from passing students. His overwhelming charisma made heads turn unconsciously.
Jessica rolled her eyes—adjusting her periwinkle polo. "Yeah, Brad was such a dick anyway." She flipped her ginger hair. "He cheated on me with that girl from cheerleading." She sounded almost casual about it—but there was annoyance beneath.
Tricia nodded—her curvy figure shifting as she leaned against the wall.
Tricia snorted—flicking her nails. "Brad's a loser anyway. His dick was like... normal size. Boring." She didn't notice Morty within earshot.
Jessica shrugged—adjusting her cyan hairband. "At least I'm single now. Freedom." She checked her phone—annoyed. "Where the hell is Summer?"
Morty walked past them casually—his hands in his pockets. His Ultimate Mind catalogued their conversation details: Jessica recently dumped Brad—reason: cheating. Tricia's blunt sexual preferences noted. Both single. Perfect leverage points.
Jessica's eyes followed him as he passed. "Morty?" she called out—surprised he hadn't noticed her yet.
Tricia elbowed her.
"so, who are you again?"
Jessica blinked—surprised Morty didn't recognize her. "I'm Jessica. We've been in the same classes since freshman year." She laughed softly—tossing her ginger hair. "You really don't remember me?"
Tricia snorted—crossing her arms under her chest. "Morty, you've got to be kidding me."
"sorry it's just you haven't noticed me or I don't know so much as say hello to me whenever we're in the same class so I'm just returning the favor." He knows how to get in her head. He knows that the further he pushes a girl away the faster she's going to come and try and get him.
Jessica blinked—her confident facade cracking slightly. He'd just weaponized social rejection. The further he pushed, the harder they'd chase. His Ultimate Mind calculated the psychological shift already beginning.
"Well—" Jessica stammered—her ginger hair swaying as she tilted her head. "I mean—we sat near each other in History last semester."
Brad swaggered up—tall, athletic, wearing a varsity jacket—typical popular jerk energy. His arm immediately wrapped around Jessica's waist—possessive.
"Hey, Jess," Brad said—his voice dripping with arrogance. He glanced at Morty with obvious contempt. "What are you doing talking to this little freak?"
Jessica stiffened—her polite smile faltering.
Jessica visibly winced—her body going rigid. "Brad—we broke up." She tried to push his arm off. "You cheated on me."
Brad laughed—completely unbothered. "Please, Jess. You were too uptight anyway." He tightened his grip—possessive. His eyes flicked to Morty with disgust.
Morty watched the exchange through his Ultimate Mind—analyzing Brad's body language. Overcompensating. Insecure. Classic cheater behavior.
Brad sneered at Morty. "You lost, dork. Move along."
Jessica's eyes flickered with embarrassment. Tricia muttered under her breath. "Brad, you literally cheated on her with Madison from cheerleading. Give it a rest."
"bread the lady has made it clear she doesn't want to be with you so I suggest letting her go."
Brad's jaw clenched—his varsity jacket straining as his muscles tensed. "Excuse me? What did you just say to me, Smith?"
Jessica looked surprised—Morty defending her?
Tricia raised an eyebrow—smirking. "Oh shit."
Brad stepped closer—towering over Morty. "You got a death wish or something? You're not even a real threat."
Morty's nanobots hummed beneath his skin—constantly optimizing his body. Multiple martial arts disciplines downloaded into his muscle memory: Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, Boxing, Systema. His enhanced metabolism kept him at peak physical condition. He could end this fight in 0.3 seconds if needed. But Brad wasn't worth the effort. Yet.
"last warning before you end up on the floor."
Brad laughed—hard. "On the floor? You?" He looked at Jessica. "Your little freak friend thinks he can talk to me like that?" He turned back to Morty—looming. "I've been throwing dudes twice your size across the parking lot since freshman year."
Jessica shifted uncomfortably—her eyes flicking between Brad and Morty.
Brad's fist swung—slow motion to Morty's enhanced reflexes. Morty caught it effortlessly—a sickening CRACK echoed through the hallway as he snapped Brad's arm like a twig.
"AH—!" Brad screamed—stumbling back.
Then Morty's foot connected—a brutal kick to Brad's groin. The impact was devastating—medically ensuring permanent infertility.
Brad crumpled to his knees—eyes rolling back. Then Morty grabbed him by the collar and hurled him into the lockers. A loud BANG echoed through the hallway. Brad slid down the lockers unconscious.
The hallway went dead silent.
Jessica's mouth hung open—her ginger hair falling across her face as she stared. "Oh my god..."
Tricia burst out laughing—hand over her chest. "Holy shit!"
Morty slung his bag over his shoulder—completely unbothered. His Ultimate Mind had already filed Brad under "insignificant annoyance." Ruining someone's athletic career? Permanent infertility? Just another Tuesday for Morty Smith. The multiverse had worse.
He strolled down the hallway—passing students frozen in shock. Someone was screaming for the nurse. Brad groaning on the floor.
Morty entered the classroom—his Ultimate Mind immediately cataloguing the teacher. Mrs. Katherine Vonn.
Hot? Absolutely.
Tight pencil skirt—cleavage accentuated by a form-fitting lab coat. Dark hair tied back in a messy bun. Square glasses. Mid-30s.
His Ultimate Mind recorded the obvious: she's single. Unhappy marriage.
Mrs. Vonn scanned the classroom—her eyes lingering on Morty as he took his seat. She was clearly attracted to him—her husband was a boring accountancy professor. She had expensive tastes. She liked fine wine, expensive jewelry, power dynamics. She wanted someone dominating.
Mrs. Vonn clapped her hands together—drawing everyone's attention. "Alright class—settle down. I have a special assignment for you." She picked up a marker—writing on the whiteboard. "Science fair project. Trios. Three people per group. I'll assign them to make it fair."
Morty leaned back—his Ultimate Mind already calculating potential partners. Jessica was nearby. Tricia too.
Mrs. Vonn began calling out names—forming groups. "Jessica, Tricia... and Morty." She paused—her eyes meeting Morty's through her glasses. "You three will be partners." She smiled—unconsciously playing with her hair.
The morning passed—Morty sitting through science with Jessica and Tricia. Jessica was surprisingly cooperative—trying hard to stay professional. Tricia was her usual self—making vulgar comments under her breath while checking her phone.
"Morty," Mrs. Vonn said—her tone casual. "Stay behind after school today. We need to discuss the Brad incident."
Morty snorted—not looking up from his notebook. "Sure, Mrs. Vonn. Whatever you say." His Ultimate Mind already had the response prepared—the bitter reality of the universe. Teachers always blamed the victim. Brad swung first—but Morty would be the one punished.
Mrs. Vonn's smile faltered—her eyes narrowing behind her glasses.
Morty's Ultimate Mind recalibrated—Mrs. Vonn wasn't as easy as he'd assumed. She was smart—cunning. Not easily manipulated by pure charm. But she had weaknesses—marriage troubles. Expensive tastes. Ambition.
He could use the "disciplinary meeting" to his advantage. A private conversation. No witnesses. Just him and the hot science teacher.
The final bell rang. Students filtered out—Jessica gave Morty a worried look before leaving. Tricia just smirked and waved.
Morty stayed seated—waiting. The room fell silent.
Mrs. Vonn closed the door—click. The sound echoed in the empty classroom. She walked toward him—her heels clicking on the tile floor. She sat on the edge of her desk—directly in front of him.
"Now, Morty,"—she crossed her legs—exposed a bit of thigh beneath her skirt. "About what happened today..."
Morty looked up—meeting her eyes. "Where's your husband?"
Mrs. Vonn froze. Her smirk faded—replaced by genuine shock.
Mrs. Vonn cleared her throat—regaining composure. "That's not really relevant, Morty. What IS relevant is that you seriously injured another student. Brad's mother was in the nurse's office crying. His arm is broken. The school wants to know what your side of the story is."
Morty smiled—a slow dangerous smile. "My side? Brad charged at me. First punch."
Mrs. Vonn's eye twitched. She knew he was telling the truth—but that didn't matter.
"Even if he swung first, Morty—your response was disproportionate. You broke his arm. Kicked him in the—" she glanced at the door to ensure no one was listening. "His balls, Morty. The school nurse said he might never have kids."
Morty shrugged—utterly unbothered. "Brad attacked me. I defended myself. That's school policy, isn't it?"
Mrs. Vonn leaned forward—her perfume wafting toward him. Expensive. Chanel. "Policy also states—you don't cripple students. Brad's parents are threatening legal action. The principal wants to suspend you."
he use the Omnitrix clockwork to pause time except for her and him. " miss Vaughn I've had enough of your accusations. Let's be real. The only real reason you called me here was for this." He kissed her
The classroom was dead still—everything paused. Outside the windows—students frozen in mid-step. Down the hallway—a clock stuck on 2:47 PM.
Mrs. Vonn gasped—her eyes going wide. Her body stiffened as Morty kissed her. Her lips parted in surprise. She looked completely vulnerable—without her cool professional facade.
Mrs. Vonn's hands came up—pressing against Morty's chest. For a moment, she resisted—her professional instincts kicking in. But then—
She kissed him back.
Her fingers curled into his shirt. She pulled him closer—an audible gasp against his lips as the reality of what she was doing hit her. She broke away—breathing heavily.
"Wait—" she looked around the frozen classroom.
Mrs. Vonn's face flushed red—her hands still trembling against his chest. "Morty—what are you doing?" She looked terrified—and yet hungry. Her eyes darted around the paused classroom.
"This is wrong. I'm your teacher. I'm married." Her voice wavered—but she didn't pull away.
"if you really rejected me, you wouldn't be letting me be this close."he said, fondling her ass.
Mrs. Vonn's face burned bright red—her breath catching in her throat. "Morty—stop it." She tried to push his hand away—but her resistance felt weak—uncertain. Her eyes darted to the door—her hands still trembling.
"You're my student. I have a reputation. A husband." She paused—her voice wavering.
"A husband who hasn't satisfying you, I could see it in your eyes, the hungry in that look you wanted this."
Mrs. Vonn flinched—her composure cracking. "That's—that's not—" she stammered—but her eyes betrayed her. The hungry look. The longing. The dissatisfaction. Her husband was a boring accountancy professor who worked late. She hadn't been touched properly in months.
Her breathing quickened.
Mrs. Vonn's legs parted slightly—inviting. Her hands slid from his chest to his shoulders—pulling him closer. "Morty... I'm 34. I'm married. This is illegal." But her lips were already moving toward his again—hungry. Desperate.
"My husband hasn't touched me in six months."
"isn't that danger tantalizing and if your husband hasn't touched you it's because he's an idiot."
Mrs. Vonn's eyes darkened. The suggestion hit home—her marriage was rocky. He was never home. Never touched her intimately anymore. Tantalizing? Yes—and dangerous. She was a teacher. Married. "Don't start, Morty," she snapped—breathing heavily. "I'm not cheating on my husband with you."
"that's fine because he's probably cheating on you."
Mrs. Vonn's hands clenched on Morty's shoulders. Her face flushed angry. "Don't you dare mention my husband. That's off-limits, Morty." Her voice dropped—threatening. But there was something desperate beneath—the implied truth of her words. Her marriage was an open secret. Unhappy. Unfulfilling.
"why don't I show you the truth?" He grabbed his portal gun and opened a portal to her husband's office
The portal ripped open—revealing a university office. Through it—they could see Mrs. Vonn's husband, Dr. Mark Vonn—leaning over his desk. His pants were down. A young blonde graduate student was bent over the desk—his hand on her ass. Their moans echoed through the portal.
Mrs. Vonn's face went white—then red—with rage and humiliation.
Mrs. Vonn gasped—her hands flying to her mouth. The sight was unmistakable—her husband in the middle of a disgusting affair with a young graduate student.
"Mark..." her voice was barely a whisper—then it sharpened. "That bastard."
Her face twisted with pure fury. Her hands trembled with rage as she stared through the portal—watching her husband groan.
"don't you want revenge don't you want him to feel the thing you're feeling right now? Don't you wanna feel satisfied what's better than getting pregnant by another man and confidently telling him he was better than you."
Mrs. Vonn's eyes widened—pupils dilating. The suggestion was vile. Illegal. Immoral.
But it was also... intoxicating.
Revenge. Satisfying her pent-up needs. Getting pregnant by a younger, hungrier man—and then rubbing it in her cheating husband's face.
"Morty—" Her voice was breathless. "I—I'm not—"
"before you say no, I want you to look at how satisfied he is how unashamed they are even if you confronted him he probably blame it on you so why don't you take my offer? It would be easy." He whispered Hotly in her ear
Mrs. Vonn's body trembled—her resolve crumbling. She watched her husband thrust into that graduate student—completely unashamed. No guilt. No hesitation. Like he'd been doing it for years.
Her hands clenched into fists.
"...You're right."
She turned to Morty—her eyes blazing with a dangerous fire. Her husband would never touch her again. This was her revenge.
Mrs. Vonn bit her lower lip—looking back through the portal one last time. Mark was mid-act—grinning like an idiot. She closed her eyes.
"Take me somewhere private." She whispered—her voice dropping an octave. "And Morty—if you tell anyone about this... my career is over."
Morty smirked—already opening another portal. Not to her home. Somewhere else.