Professional Witchcraft, Part 11 (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 11: Warning Signs

Max huffed and puffed as he got ready to head to his first day back at college.

“Can’t I just take a few weeks off or something? Surely Aunt Lily is close to a cure by now? She said she’s coming back soon!”

“Nonsense,” Francine said, stroking her round belly and wincing at the obvious weight of it. “You’re going to college and that’s final. We can’t afford you to lose your education.”

“But I have to pump!”

“We’ve talked to your professors, remember?” Emma said, hands on her hips. “You’ll be able to go pump whenever you need to, and everyone knows you’ve been magically changed.”

“Great,” Max groaned, putting her head in her hands. “That means everyone knows I’m me. The male me, I mean.”

She’d never tell her parents in a million years what had gone down that night, but she was terrified that Ray would put two and two together if she ever saw him again. And with her figure, looks, and chest, she was bound to stick out.

“Same with Cori,” Francine said, placing a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Everyone knows about her as well.”

“Yeah, but she’s taking this all way too well. Except for her being sick lately. I swear I’m getting sick myself at the thought of going back to school. I’m feeling all tired and sweaty, and my boobs are even sorer than usual! I threw up yesterday, remember?”

“That was just jitters, honey,” Emma said. “We know you can do this. You’ll be fine.”

Max scoffed. “If that’s the case, then how come you and Dad haven’t swapped back. And why are you even going by Francine now, Dad? And are you wearing earrings!? Surely a dress was far enough?”

Francine blushed a little. Ever since she and Emma had worked out their issues between themselves, she had slowly come to embrace her role as a future mother. She didn’t plan to stay a woman, of course. She was, deep down, still Francis. But just as she had promised to help ease her wife’s burdens, so too had she vowed since their reconciliation to understand her as well. And if that meant having a bit of fun trying out life on the ‘other side,’ then so be it. To that end, she let herself be known as Francine in her final days of work before her maternity leave, which had oddly helped ease the tension there. By embracing the role she nipped a lot of the jokes in the bud, and it also meant that a lot of her female coworkers had treated her like one of them. There had even been a goodbye party for her maternity leave, including lots of cute presents, and to her own embarrassment she had actually cried. It had been quite the cathartic release, actually, and while her male coworkers had a few grins, the women of the office closed ranks to defend her.

And so ‘Francine’ as a name had translated back home, and Emma clearly enjoyed it. Despite being so very pregnant and often tired (or waddling off to pee), her hormones still ran high, and that meant a surprisingly strong libido. In truth, after their cold war period following the change, it was like the two married women were now making up for lost time on top of getting as much sex in before the baby arrived. When Max wasn’t home, or was away, or they just had enough privacy, Emma had revealed a randy side that had been dormant for some time, grabbing Francine by the butt or enjoying the feel of her huge F-cup breasts. And Francine had come to rather enjoy the female experience a second time, especially when she got Emma to once more indulge in the roleplay of their youth. They would re-enact as if she was ‘Rose’ again, and Emma would pretend not to have seen her for a while, and the two would ‘experiment’ again. God help them if anyone ever found out, but it was sexy as hell to the pair.

But more than any of that, there was the pregnancy itself, and the child Francine was carrying for her wife. Pregnancy was damn hard, and on days where her male ego was most dim, she actually found herself looking forward to giving birth, especially since she was verging on being overdue now! But other times, when she was having to rest on her side or simply laying back in a chair holding her stomach, the former male would marvel at the sensation of growing life within her. Yes, the feeling of a child kicking her ribs or even back to her spine made her huff and puff, but there was something uniquely amazing about feeling a living child in your womb, entirely dependent on you. Francine was father and mother both, and even when she felt tired and cranky, or ugly and emotional, or simply heavy and useless, the movement of her baby brought her such feelings of warmth and protective instinct. Emma clearly enjoyed this side of her, because she often lay down with Francine, stroking her fertile roundness, and whispering words of encouragement and thanks to her that meant everything.

Still, it didn’t stop Francine from being just a little embarrassed when her son called attention to it.

“As I’ve told you before,” she said in the present. “This will be solved. And since I’ll be giving birth to this beautiful little gremlin, I think I have a right to have a female name and identity for a bit. It’s helped me, and it’s why I hear you go by Maxine now.”

Max cringed. Cori had told them, evidently.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll go to college. But if things go sideways, I’m blaming you too.”

She had no idea how sideways things were indeed about to go.

***

Cori knew she was being ridiculous, but she didn’t care. She was literally skipping across campus to her first lecture, a beaming smile on her features. Part of her was tired, and the nausea that very morning had been terrible, nearly causing her to throw up. And her nipples felt so sore, making her have to duck to the bathroom constantly to massage them! But they were all signs, and that very morning she had confirmed exactly what she had been hoping for, having taken five different tests all in a row just to be sure.

Cori was pregnant.

Pregnant!

It made her shoulders shake with glee. To think, she had only been turned on by the idea of being with a pregnant woman before. Now she was going to be one! Oh, to feel a baby growing inside her! To be pumped up full of life! To waddle and hold her stomach and ease up her legs! Even the discomforting parts seemed like an oddly kinky challenge to be approached, as unrealistic as her thinking mind knew that to be. She hoped for twins, but simply to know the pendant had done its job at all was enough. 

The only problem was Max. Unlike her friend, she had slept with a few other guys since, making sure with the pendant’s help that she was most definitely pregnant, but she knew for a fact that the same had not been true of Max. She knew for one very good reason, one evident from the way Max looked at her across the campus green as they approached one another. The other woman was liking the look of Cori quite a bit.

“Hi there!” Cori exclaimed in her bubbly voice. She was wearing a really cute pink dress; one appropriate for a college campus, but still very stylish. Max, on the other hand, was wearing a female maternity top and pants. They did well to outline her figure, and nothing could hide her breasts or the beauty of her face, but it was clear that Maxine was trying to hide herself a bit. 

“Hey, Cori,” Max said. She was shuffling awkwardly, trying to put her hands in pockets that weren’t there.

“Still feeling uncomfortable being ‘out’ as a woman?” Cori asked.

“Yeah, I guess. People will make fun.”

“Nah, you’ll be fine. And if they find out, who cares? We’re good, aren’t we?”

Max shrugged. “I guess so. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m not exactly on the soccer team again, being like this.”

“Would it cheer you up if we spent some time together tonight?” Cori asked, taking Max’s hand.

The other woman looked around, as if mildly paranoid. “That would be great, actually. You mean, like, us together, right?”

Cori giggled. “Obviously. I had way too much fun two days ago with you, and you weren’t so bad with me yourself, sexy.”

Max blushed, but did grin a little. She would never fully admit it to herself, but just like her ‘father’ had begun playing more into the role of being a woman, she herself had given over to her lust a lot more. She didn’t want to sleep with anymore men - that had been awesome but strictly a one time thing - but somehow after that night she and Cori had begun an unspoken friends-with-benefits relationship. Goodness knows it was more joyous that simply pumping her milk, and her body was still damn libidinous just like Cori’s. It made a good sense for them to help ‘relieve’ one another. She just hoped she wasn’t getting too comfortable with this new dynamic, because Cori really was so damn cute and sexy in her short, blonde form.

“What are you thinking about?” Cori asked. “Other than me, obviously.”

“Oh, I’ve just been tired lately. And really nervous about coming back. I swear I can’t wait till I’m fully moved out and living with you.”

“I bet. We can share a bed.”

“Slow down!” Max said, chuckling nervously. “It’s just an occasional thing, remember?”

“I know. I’m willing to make it more often, if you are. But we’re friends, I know that. I’d never jeopardise that, ‘dude.’ So what’s really up?”

“Just everything. Mainly being here and still being a lady. I just think I got quite nauseous from being so anxious about this. And my boobs are even sorer than usual.”

Cori bit her lip, not willing to say anything. She was still hoping that Max wasn’t preggers, but it could be a real possibility. She knew she would have to monitor it.

“C’mon, let’s get to our gender studies class. I’ll bet we’ve got real insight to give now, right?”

“Don’t you dare! We are keeping our lips shut tight!”

***

Cori wasn’t wrong: the pair did have a new perspective on gender studies. They had simply taken it as an extra course to fill out their majors, but the fact that they had been flagging in the subject all year had had the pair worried. Now, despite the occasional flicker of interest from several students and even their professor, they found themselves actually invested in the course for the first time. Max was still feeling some tiredness and needed to go out and pump her breasts briefly, but when the lecture discussed issues of the male gaze and gender values when it came to dating, she found herself shockingly attentive. She had scoffed at such notions before, but she was literally feeling the male gaze at that very second from the few other boys in the class, almost all of whom kept wanting to see the heavy outline of her breasts in her tight top.

“Dude, is it just me,” Max said, “or does this stuff sound pretty relatable right now?”

“Super relatable,” Cori said, grinning just a little as she looked through the coursebook. “Just wait till we get to the sub-unit on parenthood.”

“Because of my folks?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Definitely. That.”

By the time they left the lecture, Max was actually feeling like he genuinely could take on the essay work. After all, she’d experienced life both ways, right? The same was obviously true of Cori, and they even discussed what they had been lectured on during their lunch, something the pair had never really done! Cori didn’t even mention video games or science fiction once. They were just two women, discussing gender inequality at an institute for education, a big development for the two. 

Still, it wasn’t all peaches and roses. Brad, from that night, did approach the pair, his grin confident but also a little hopeful.

“Hey, Maxine. Been a long time since I saw you.”

“Oh, hi Brad,” she said, hunching over a little to hide her bust but only making it more obvious.

“I hear you had a lot of fun with Ray a while back.”

“That’s . . . not your business.”

“Yeah, dude, what the fuck?” Cori said.

“Hey, I’m just saying I got lucky, you know, since it turns out you’re just a magically infected guy cosplaying as a chick with huge milky tits. Pretty gross, really. You’re damn lucky he hasn’t tried to sue or whatever.”

Max shook with anger. She felt sick again, and it rose within her. Thankfully, Cori stood up for her, moving forward to jab Brad in the chest despite her diminutive size.

“Hey, fucker! We both got changed, and it was neither of our fault! We’re making the best we can of it and even enjoying it! Don’t go bitching like some loser incel just because you didn’t get your dick wet at a party weeks ago! Now jog off back to your football team, or are you still bitching about being the most dispensable member of your team?”

Brad was momentarily speechless. His brain was clearly trying to formulate a response, but each passing second only embarrassed him further. In the end, he went to the last resort of the male scoundrel when beaten by a woman.

“Whatever, bitch,” he mumbled, sneering as he walked away. “Both of you, bitches. I hope you get stuck as the total sluts you are.”

“I hope so too!” Cori called as he walked away. “Because you’ll be reminded every day that we’re not gonna sleep with you!”

She turned, blushing a little at Max.

“Sorry, got a bit angry there.”

“Feisty, more like!” Max exclaimed, breathing steady breaths. “Cori, that was amazing. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Cori touched her still-flat stomach a little and winked. “Well, when you go through a big life change, I guess you kinda find yourself. Funny how it took me becoming a petite blonde to finally stick up for myself, right?”

Max was about to chuckle in agreement, except that sudden nausea hit her again.

“Right? I guess . . . oh God! Sorry!”

She ran to the nearest bathroom, fleeing from the worried Cori, and upended the contents of her stomach into a nearby toilet.

“Ughh,” she groaned, spitting out flecks of former food. “What’s going on with me? Seriously.”

Cori waited outside for her, and once Max had cleaned herself up, the pregnant blonde decided to come clean. She couldn’t stand not knowing, or worse, her friend not knowing what her pendant may have done.

“Are you okay?”

“Just nerves. I get so freakin’ emotional now as a woman, and the last few weeks have been so much worse. I think I’m getting my next damn period. I hate them so much. It would explain the cramping and the nausea. Ugh.”

Cori took a deep breath. As over the moon as she was to be pregnant, she knew she couldn’t possibly rejoice in that fact if her actions had caused the same for Max, who never wanted this. 

“Max,” she said, exhaling slowly and struggling to meet her friend’s eyes. “Before anything else, I need to tell you something. I -”

Max’s phone rang, and she looked at it. “Holy shit, it’s Aunt Lily! Sorry, just a moment, Cori!”

She answered it, and Cori felt a wave of relief and nausea at the same time.

“Hey Aunt Lily. Yes, sure, just at college. Maxine now, yeah. No, not the best. Feeling kind of sick now actually, I think it’s just nerves. Yeah, Dad’s about to blow. Seriously, his waters could break at any point. Ha, yeah, Francine . . . really? Okay, um, I can get out of next lecture. Yeah, I’ll be right over. Okay, gotcha. I’ll bring Cori. Um, thanks! Bye!”

Cori waited patiently, trying to determine what had been said. “What’s happening?” she asked.

Max seemed a little elated. “Aunt Lily wants to meet up for a big chat at the family house now that she’s back. She hasn’t said what yes, but it has to be good news, right? She can turn us back!”

Cori placed a hand on her slim stomach.

“That’s hopeful?”

Without even meaning to, Maxine rubbed her stomach too before setting off towards the car park. 

“Come on!” she cried. “Things are finally looking up! God, I can’t wait to be big again.”

Cori murmured to herself as she followed her friend. “Oh, that part isn’t in doubt of happening, one way or another.”

To Be Continued . . .