Professional Witchcraft, Part 12 (Multi TG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Planologer

Max is an ordinary young man struggling in college, while his parents Emma and Francis are dealing with an unexpected pregnancy. But everything changes when Aunt Lily drops by for a visit to his family. Aunt Lily is a witch, and thinks she can solve Emma and Francis’ marital problems, just like her apprentice thinks she can help Max and his friend Corey with their gender studies course. Soon Francis will find himself a woman, and Corey will get to experience the other gender too!

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Part 12: Congratulations?

When Max and Cori arrived back at the former’s family house, Aunt Lily’s car was already out front. Max took a moment to take a breather, still complaining about the symptoms of what Cori increasingly thought was pregnancy, but the blonde girl didn’t want to heap that extra worry on her just yet, not with a potential revelation around the corner. Instead, she followed her friend into the house and from there into the living room, where everyone was. Valentina was standing at the edge of a hushed conversation, her dark hair framing her face, her hands in her leather jacket as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

“Oh, hey Max,” she said, trying to act cool. “You, uh, seem to be adjusting well.”

Max huffed. “As much as I can, no thanks to you! I hope you’ve been hard at work finding a cure for me and Cori.”

Valentina cringed a little. “Day and night, trust me. I swear the day I’ll become a full witch has been delayed a full two years thanks to my little stunt. Again, I am really sorry.”

“You’ll understand if I’m not sorry back. I’ve got big, sore, leaky boobs thanks to you.”

Cori put a hand on Max’s arm, sensing her friend’s anxiety.

“Let’s just go in, Max,” she said in a soothing tone.

Max nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks Cori.”

Cori beamed. It felt good to comfort her friend. Kind of . . . warm, even.

“Anytime. Uh, good to see you, Valentina.”

They entered fully into the living room. Francine was resting back into the sofa, her hands on her very large pregnant belly, listening attentively to whatever Aunt Lily was saying. Emma appeared to be, as usual when it came to her sister-in-law, a little more frosty, but she didn’t look actively angry at least.

“I didn't say I trust magic, how can I, after all this? But Francine and I are much closer now, and we’re looking forward to our baby.”

“I’m very glad, dearie. I hope that at least this one good thing has come out of it. It’s an exciting time.”

“But Max and Cori . . . are you completely sure?” she asked. “There has to be another way!”

“I’m truly sorry, Emma. The weaves of magic are just too tangled. There isn’t another way to sort this out that I can see. I’ve consulted witches even more talented than I, and trust me, I’ve had Valentina on the books twenty four-seven.”

Max coughed, gaining the attention of the room. “Hey,” she said simply. “What’s up?”

Emma and Francine exchanged a look that made Max’s heart skip a nervous beat.

“I think it would be best if you sat down with us,” her mother said.

“What’s going on?”

“Max, come sit down first,” Francine added. “You too, Cori. You’re welcome, of course.”

Max did sit down on the couch, and Cori took up a spot beside her. Both the former men buzzed with anticipation and caution. Without even meaning to, perhaps even without realising it, they took one another’s hand between them, squeezing it for comfort. This time, Max felt that warmness too, and it helped her wade through the next realisation.

“You can’t turn us back, can you?” she asked her Aunt Lily.

The normally confident, somewhat haughty woman sighed. “No dearie, I’m simply afraid I cannot. Believe me, I am one of the best in the business, especially when it comes to matters of transformation, as you would well know by now. But as I was just explaining to your parents, my peers have never seen a case like this. They want to study it, and I put that option right out, let me tell you! But as it stands, the power to undo all that has been done seems to be impossible.”

Max sagged, feeling her heavy breasts wobble in her top as she did so. They were getting tight again. God, would the milking ever end now? Would she just be lactating for literal decades of her life? 

“I’m stuck like this for life?” she asked.

“Not exactly,” Emma said, reaching over to put a comforting hand upon her former son’s shoulder. “Lily, can you explain your . . . thing.”

Lily nodded. “I’ve looked into it, and just as I theorised weeks ago before the pair of you, I am indeed able to change one of you back. I can break the weave of magic tethering the pair of you, and focus the resulting feminine transformative energy upon one of you. That individual will have to stay a woman . . . permanently. No transformative magic will work upon them again, ever. Valentina’s magic has seen to that.”

Just outside the door, the apprentice made an awkward coughing sound.

“Yes, I know you can hear me, apprentice!” Lily said, before turning back to the transformed pair of girls. “I know this is a huge thing to ask, but -”

“I’ll do it!”

Everyone’s gaze fell upon Cori. Valentina even extended her head into the room, curious as to the sudden outburst.

Lily folded her hands. “Cori, this is not a decision to be rushed into. We have time-”

But Cori was already getting everything she wanted. This would solve everything! She had finally found herself as a woman. Sure, she was still, deep down, a total geek, but now she could be stylish and outgoing and social and sexy and fun in a way she never had before. Not to mention pregnant, literally fulfilling a hidden desire to the utmost degree. Still, she had to put on a performance. Unfortunately for her, she was not exactly a classically trained actor, so the tears weren’t exactly flowing.

“Oh, I feel I must!” she proclaimed, speaking as if she were suddenly in a Victorian era romance novel. “Max has so much more ahead of her as a man, and wants to be on the soccer team, and there’s a whole group of girls who miss him everyday!”

“What?” Max said. “No there’s not!”

“And while I don’t want to stay a girl - absolutely not! - I’ll have to do it if I need to, for my friend. I can’t imagine forcing you to stay like this Max, especially with all that milking and pumping you have to do! It’s just not fair. No, I’ll make the sacrifice.”

Emma and Francine were hearing exactly what they wanted to out of this, of course.

“That’s very brave of you, Cori,” Emma said. “You truly are a good friend.”

“Agreed, honey,” Francine added, actually getting a little hormonally emotional over this. “I’m very impressed, Cori.”

Cori tried not to grin, especially since Valentina and Lily were both looking at her strangely. The former in particular seemed to be struggling not to actually guffaw. Thank goodness she was largely out of sight.

“Cori,” Lily said, leaning forward. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

The petite blonde woman sighed, continuing to act (badly). She placed a hand on her stomach, ready for a reveal.

“There’s one other big reason why I should stay a woman and Max should go free. A few weeks ago I gave into some . . . feelings at a party. I was foolish, and didn’t think. The tragedy!”

Valentina actually had to cover her mouth by this point, even while Cori continued.

“It was just a bit of a fling with a guy. I was curious. But, well, actions have consequences, and the consequence is . . . I’m pregnant.”

There was a stunned silence in the room. Even Lily seemed astonished.

“The fuck!?” Max said. “You got knocked up? By Ray?”

Cori bit her lip awkwardly. “Um, him, or one of the other guys?”

“Other guys? I thought it was just you and m . . . us as friends, I mean, I thought we were keeping each other on the right road, here.”

“Sorry, Max. I really am. I was just, well, a bit silly. I was enjoying myself too much.”

Emma rubbed her temples. “Do your parents know?”

“Um, no. I’ll tell them one day. I mean, they live interstate and we rarely talk anyway. You guys are more of my family as I see it. And it’s why I should stay a woman and take responsibility. If I have to, of course.”

But Max was squeezing her friend’s hand now. “Dude, this is a huge decision. Are you really going to raise a baby? I mean, that’s crazy!”

But Cori just shrugged. “I mean, I always wanted kids one day. I know you do too. I guess I’m just having one a little earlier, is all.”

Aunt Lily stood, gesturing with her hands for everyone to pay attention to her.

“Look, this is all a lot for all of us to take in, and no decision should be taken lightly, my dears. I have several days, and a decision can be-”

But Cori was already standing opposite her, hands on her hips and her little chest thrust out. She was shorter than the tall, imperious Lily, and not nearly so commanding in presence, but confidence had a presence of its own. 

“With respect, Miss Lily, I’d like to get this done. I know in my heart this is the right decision. It’s what I want.”

At this, there was almost a flash in Lily’s eyes. She looked to her apprentice, hoping her assistant had also seen what she’d seen. Valentina smirked slightly and nodded. Both worked in transformation, and both knew the satisfaction of someone who fully came to love and inhabit their new self and didn’t want to leave. And in this case, Cori was a prime example. Not that Lily would ever embarrass the new young woman by telling the others.

“Well, this is a very brave and noble thing you’ve done, Cori,” she said, and at that she clapped her hands together. “Let’s get this spell organised, then! Ready to become a man again, Max?”

Max nodded slowly, but stood to embrace her friend first. Cori gave herself over to the hug, and with emotions high in the room, both had a few tears.

“Thank you,” Max said. “

“Hey, what are friends with benefits for?” Cori whispered back, causing them to giggle privately.

Lily quickly cajoled the parents out of the room, and Emma helped Francine to her feet. This would require just the witch, her assistant, and the two former men present. She and Valentina dashed off for some supplies to make a magic circle and some other bottles and wards to place around the room.

“Are you really sure about this?” Max asked when they had a moment of privacy. 

“I am,” Cori said, beaming brightly. “Besides, I’ll land on my feet. I’m mega cute.”

“But - you’re pregnant!”

She waved a hand. “It’s no problem. I’ll be a great mom, trust me. Besides, I’ve got almost nine months to figure it out.”

“You haven’t thought about . . ?”

“No way, I’m keeping it. I . . . I guess I feel a connection already, ya know?”

Max chuckled. “I really don’t, but it’s awesome that you do. You’ll be an epic mom.”

“Well, you better be an epic . . . uncle? Helper? I don’t know, can I rely on you for a bit of help?”

Max wiped a stray tear from her eye. “Dude, I’ll be there anytime, anywhere you need me. Not just for this, but for everything.”

Valentina entered and placed some items, then left. Cori waited until she was gone before speaking again.

“Hey, about us, you know, that night, and some of the nights we’ve had after.”

“The sex?”

“Yeah, the sex. And just, you know, the way we’ve been even closer lately. I don’t want that to go away just because you change back.”

Max furrowed his brow. “Wait, you want to keep having sex after?”

Cori went red. “No! Yes! I don’t know. I’m just saying, we kind of shared something, even if it was temporary. I just ask that, I don’t know, when you change back, you keep an open mind. Or I will. I don’t know how to put it. I guess I’m just saying I’ll always be there if you want me. You mean everything to me, dude.”

Max absorbed this. Even just a few weeks ago it would have been far too awkward. But now other feelings were lurking below the surface, and not just the times they’d made out or when Cori had ‘helped’ her out with her overfull breasts, but just those connective moments of total understanding of what each was going through. Their friendship had been strengthened through everything, and maybe there was the hint of a possibility of something more there, now.

“You mean everything as well, man,” Max said. “I’ll keep an open mind, then.”

Cori beamed, and checking that no one was looking, gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek.

“You’re the best.”

“Please, you’re the one staying a woman!”

At this, Lily and Valentina re-entered.

“We’re ready to begin,” Lily said. “The wards are in place, and I’ve made last second adjustments to ensure nothing happens to the child within you, Cori.”

“You’re the best, Lil.”

“Lily, dearie. Let’s not get too familiar. Now, when I light up these wards, you’ll notice that there is a light from your centre as well. This signifies your pregnancy, and-”

“Mistress?” Valentina said.

“What is it, apprentice?”

Valentina pointed at Max’s midsection, which was glowing slightly, just like Cori’s. 

“I see two lights.”

There was a long awkward pause. Lily checked some of the trinkets she had on hand. Cori looked at Max, her worst fears confirmed. Max touched her stomach, jaw dropping as the realisation crushed down upon her like a mighty wave. All the tiredness, the headaches, the nausea (particularly in the morning), and the soreness in her breasts, it all added up! And Cori was pregnant, likely from that one night. And that night she had had sex as well, and that man - God, she’d even forgotten his name - had ejaculated inside her. It had felt so fucking good, but neither had been using protection . . .

“Oh God, oh fuck, oh shit! I’m pregnant too!”

Valentina began to freak out. “Oh, by the weave! Mistress, this isn’t because of me, is it? I made her give milk, and now she’s pregnant!”

Lily just rolled her eyes, even through the shock. “Remember your training and the rules of magic, Valentina. Magic cannot create, only redirect, and especially cannot create life. No, I suspect Max here has gotten with child in much the same way as her friend here has. Am I right, Max?”

The busty woman’s mind was a blur of thoughts and feelings. She couldn’t stop touching her stomach, nor assessing all the different symptoms that should have been so damn obvious.

“I - I didn’t mean to. It was just the one time! I got swept up in it, and - and I didn’t want to get pregnant!”

At this point, Emma marched into the room, her face a mix of distraught emotion and furious anger. Francine waddled in after her, far less heightened but gesturing explanation.

“I’m sorry! We wanted to be nearby and came downstairs, and we overheard - Max, is this true?”
“Did you sleep with someone!?” Emma demanded, poking her in the boob and making Max wince. “Did you fail to use protection? Did he take advantage of you? Oh, there’ll be hell to pay for this if he lied to you! I think we all know I hate lying! Come on, out with it, Max!”

Max was overwhelmed, and tears pooled in her eyes once more. It was Cori and Lily who helped take her and settle her back down. It was like she was in shut down mode.

“Mom, he didn’t lie. I just . . . didn’t think. It was at the end of break party, weeks ago. I swear it was just that one time.”

Emma groaned. “A mother again at forty! And now an early grandmother too! What on earth do we do about this, Francine?”

Her pregnant wife shrugged. “I’m barely figuring out how to deal with this unexpected pregnancy, honey. Max, we’ll support you anyway we can.”
“Support me?” the lactating woman groaned, her top already beginning to leak more pearly fluid from her panic. “I’m stuck! I can’t exactly be a man again with a baby in me! Even I know that magic can’t destroy or remove life! Shit, everything was looking so up. Goddamn it, how could I be such an idiot? No wonder I’ve been so hungry and tired and nauseous lately.”

She flopped back dramatically on the couch, ignoring the milk stains that had soaked through her pads.

“That’s true, I’m afraid,” Lily said to the rest. “I cannot remove or destroy life. Max may have to carry this one to term, and who knows if the weave will be too tangled by then.”

At this, Valentina piped up, pulling her hands out of her black leather jacket. She had realised something, especially given Cori’s clearly happy attitude about her own situation, and now the apprentice had found a path to redeem herself for all of this.

“That’s where you might be wrong, actually, mistress,” she said. 

The powerful magician turned to her. “Oh?” she said, a smile on her features. “I see a witchy thought on your expression, Valentina. Well, out with it! Impress your mistress.” 

“We move the baby,” Valentina said, gesturing towards Cori. “Into her.”

Cori blinked, taking that in.

“Um, would that work?” Francine asked.

“Did for you,” Emma reminded her. “But even if Cori accepts this, won’t they be at different stages of development?”

“Not so if they were conceived closely together, which I imagine they were,” Lily said. “Of course, this would require Cori to accept the deep, heavy burden of carrying twins.”

The sarcasm cut through her voice just enough for Valentina to suppress a giggle and Cori’s cheeks to go quite rosy indeed. She swallowed, summoning the most understated acting performance of her life.

“I . . . suppose I could do that.”

Max almost spluttered. “Cori, I can’t ask you to do this!”

Francine was about to say the same, but Emma stopped her husband-turned-wife with a gesture. She loved Cori, but Max was her son, and this outcome more than worked for her.

“I can,” Cori said. “I’m, er, more than happy to make the sacrifice. I’m already preggers. Besides, it was me that pushed us to go to that party. I’ll take one for the team. Besides, twins are fun, right? Plus, I’ll be enormous . . . ly responsible, I swear.”

Valentina literally had to flee the room to avoid cackling like a rather unprofessional witch. Lily simply kept her confidant and knowing smirk fixed to her features, untelling.

“In that case, I can certainly perform the spell as necessary, so that Max can go back to normal. And rest assured Cori, I’ll do my utmost to make sure my company duly compensates you . . . provided we can work this out in private, not in court.”

“Deal,” Cori said, shaking her hands. “Besides, I’ll be too busy to be in court!”

“Well,” Lily said. “Do we want to break for lunch to absorb all this or-”

“Nope!” Max announced, standing so quickly she nearly caused another wardrobe malfunction. “If I do that I’ll just have to pump again, and probably get nauseous and hangry again, and remember that I’m freaking pregnant. Cori, you’re the best friend I could ever have, seriously, but if you’re ready to do this, let’s seriously do this now!”

She looked to her parents, who both nodded in affirmation. Emma whispered a silent ‘thank you,’ to Cori, who was more than happy to accept it. 

“Then take two,” Lily said. She turned to her apprentice. “Valentina, you were meant to sit out of these proceedings, but after coming up with that wonderful idea, I would be happy to end your ban upon practicing magic, if you can follow the spell and add none of your own flair this time.”

Valentina practically bounced with eagerness. “Yes, mistress! Of course! I promise I’ll do all I can!”

“Good, then work with me. Cori and Max, do you both consent to Cori carrying Max’s child for the duration of the pregnancy?”

“I do,” they said at once, and then both looked away from one another, that warmth surging again. The presentation felt far too much like a wedding ceremony.

“Then hold your hands, and I shall speak the words.”

Way too much like a wedding ceremony, in fact. It left Cori grinning sheepishly, and Max trying not to do the same.

Thankfully, Lily and Valentina began speaking eldritch words. Ribbons of violet magic, the same colour as her witch’s dress, began to flow around Max, while Valentina’s magic turned a vibrant green, readying Cori as the vessel and protecting the developing fetus within her. The two gasped a little, unused to the strangeness of sensation, or at least not having experienced it in more than a month. There was a brief moment of interposition, a few seconds where the minds of Max and Cori intermingled, and both could feel their shared thoughts, their fears, their . . . attractions. It was, in some ways, a revelation, though at least hidden fetishes were disguised for Cori’s sake . . . for now.

The magic dimmed, and Emma frowned. “Did it not work?”

“Oh, it worked!” Valentina announced happily. “Mistress, I felt it!”

“Good work, apprentice,” Lily said, patting her assistant a little maternalistically upon the head. “But that was just a warm up for the next part. Max, you are no longer pregnant.”

Max felt herself over. “I feel mostly the same but . . . my boobs aren’t tender. I feel way less tired too.”

Cori groaned, rubbing her temples. “Speak for yourself.”

“We can stop if you-”

“No, I want this! For Max, I mean. Let’s do it.”

Emma and Francine hugged their ‘daughter’, and this time left the room properly. Max and Cori were advised to hold hands once more, standing this time in the centre of the carefully drawn magic circle, the various magical trinkets and ornaments placed down once more by Lily. Equidistant to the pair but facing from a ninety degree angle were Valentina and Lily, readying spell books and dropping pinches of salt and other minerals upon the carpeted floor.

“Last chance, Cori,” the witch said. “You can back out now, or never again.”

Cori swallowed. She placed a hand on her belly and smiled warmly. 

“I’m good,” she announced. “More than good, actually.” At this, she looked up at Max and grinned, her eyes twinkling. Max smiled back. It was hard not to notice how very pretty Cori was in this moment, and how thankful she was to her.

“Then the ritual begins.”

This time, the light show was even more impressive. The entire room lit up, the circle glowing with eldritch light, brief flickering images of far off realms and forgotten dimensions dancing around the room. Max and Cori both became awestruck, but there was little time to take in the astonishing sight, even as Valentina worked in perfect concert with her mistress, proving herself in her mentor’s eyes. 

This was because Maxine was changing back into Max.

It began with just the subtle signs. Max’s face began to develop a light scruff, like a five o’clock shadow, all while his hair began to slowly spool back into his scalp, losing its feminine length. His skin lost its flawless complexion, regaining some ruggedness, and his body hair began to grow in, particularly upon his arms and legs. What followed was the bodily structure: his hips narrowed, squeezing in, followed by an expansion to his waist. His height rose, but so did his muscles. Max had never been thin, but he hadn’t been a mass of muscle either, instead being athletically lithe. He breathed a sigh of relief as these features were returned to him, though it was a strange sensation to experience. His vagina closed up, his member sliding forth proud and real once again, and he could have cried in relief were it not for the fact that, finally, his milk-producing and babymaking hormones were finally dissipated. Even his clothes began to alter, changing with Valentina’s help back into a set of men’s jeans, men’s underwear, and a button shirt that was fit for the man he was meant to be.

There were just two problems remaining, and it seemed to Max so very typical that the two ‘assets’ that had defined so much of his change were the last to remove themselves. His huge, now H-cup breasts, full of milk and still seeping it uncomfortably, finally began to shrink back in, their reversal so much more delicate and slow than all the rest of the changes. It was as if they simply didn’t want to go.

“Ahhhh,” he said, rolling his shoulders and luxuriating in the deeper, masculine tone of his voice. “God, that’s a big fucking weight off of my shoulders. Literally!”

Other cosmetic changes finalises his transformation back into his male self: the little scar over his left eyebrow, the red splotch on his inner right calf from when he’d burnt himself as a young boy, the mussed up nature of his hair and the chewed fingernails that were so at odds with their recent refinement. And then it was over, and the magic in the room dimmed. Valentina had to hold a nearby sofa to remain standing, clearly not used to expending such energy, but Lily stood tall and proud as the last of the magic left the room.

“It is done,” she said. “How do you feel, Max dearie?”

Max looked at his hands, then felt between his legs without any caution or embarrassment in front of his aunt. And then he grinned from ear to ear.

“Like a real boy again,” he said.

Cori hugged him, literally pushing him to the ground as she held him, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Woah! Be careful! You’re pregnant, remember?” Max said.

“Don’t care right now,” Cori said, and part of her even meant it, just for this once. “I’m just glad it worked, dude.”

Max hugged his friend back. Between his legs, something began to harden. Cori paused.

“Um, ignore that,” the reborn man said. “Clearly the little guy has been neglected, as of late.”

Cori smiled sheepishly. “I guess it’s the closest I’ll feel to having one again, huh?”

Max looked to Lily, still standing even as she explained the situation to his Mom and MomDad, both of whom appeared relieved. She shot him a look that said this was still certainly the case for Cori.

“I’m so sorry, man - woman,” he said awkwardly. “You made the biggest sacrifice. I really owe you.”

Cori, who was genuinely emotional at her friend’s return, found herself also enjoying the hug and the feeling of a hard rod against her a little too much. It brought on some impish thoughts.

“Don’t worry dude, I can think of a few favours you can do for your best female friend.”

Max was about to inquire what Cori was thinking of, but suddenly the two had to part, because as Francine approached to hug her son, the former father suddenly stopped, reached out to lean against the wall, and let out a long groan.

“Are you okay, honey?” Emma said, caught between embracing her returned son and checking on her feminised husband.

“Nghhhh,” Francine groaned, already developed sweat upon her forehead. The short, busty MILF of a woman suddenly gripped her belly and groaned again. “I just feel this w-weird pressure and - UGGHHH!!”

Suddenly, fluid began to pool down between her legs and on to the carpet.

“Aahgghh,” Francine cried, breathing heavily. “S-sorry everyone. I think - all this commotion has set me off and - nngh! - I think the baby is coming!”

All eyes turned to Lily as Emma helped her pregnant ‘wife’ remain standing.

“What?” she said.

“Can’t you do something?” Emma asked, no longer caring about her dislike of magic.

Lily considered this, even as Francine panted from the contraction. “Yes, I do think I have the perfect spell for this. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone, then dialled 911.

“Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance, my brother has just gone into labour and is giving birth. Yes, you heard that right.”

To Be Concluded . . .