You have a particular reputation on campus. See, when college kids inevitably fuck around and find out they're pregnant, they're pointed your way. You're able to take the trouble off their hands, in exchange for favors. After all, carrying sooo many babies is hard work; you deserve the help~
It's easy to be the talk of the school when you take on the job of being the campus baby daddy.
At first it was an accident—a close friend got too close with the star soccer player and ended up pregnant. They were not ready for parenthood so I put it out there that I could take the baby. The magickal process was easy and it gave me practice for my personal studies which were falling behind due to my college classes. I didn't exactly tell them it had to be kept secret.
Not long after the first baby a few of their classmates came to me for solace. Some were just notified of the pregnancy while others had been hiding the steadily growing swell for months. I couldn't say no to them, not when they were all so stressed about their academic future! I had the means of carrying their babies—my babies? This was all so confusing in the beginning when I was taking on the workload of being a knocked up college student with no help. It wasn't easy.
Though the bigger I got, the more everyone seemed to take pity on me and helped. I never had to carry my books, someone was always carrying my bag, and at least one person helped me waddle from class to class. They were all so doting. I felt beloved, feeling almost saint like with how the other students regarded me. I did help them out of a tough predicament so the least they could do was assist me as my body dramatically changed to carry my brood. Luckily with my newly formed posse I had a chance to hone my abilities so I was properly prepared for my next batch of babies.