Professional Witchcraft, Part 9 (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 9: Fertile Scheme

Expedited shipping still took time for the fertility amulet to arrive. By the time it did, Cori and Max only had a little over two weeks left of their summer break. Still, Cori’s excitement seemed to buzz in the air as she opened the box carefully but with great alacrity. She’d been doing a lot of reading and study of magic in the hopes of preparing herself, and gone over the online instructions for the necklace many times as well.

“Proximity,” she murmured as she pulled it out. “It works via proximity. Just have to be careful not to wear it around other people having sex, I suppose!”

She removed the bubble wrap and withdrew the amulet from its plastic slip. The seller had at least been professional, because the magical charm was well-preserved. It glittered emerald, and did indeed seem to have a subtle magical glow within the mineral, like a storm brewing inside when one looked carefully.

“Magical,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. As if conducting a grand ritual, the cute and petite blonde slipped the necklace over her head and then placed the pendant so it rested in her faint cleavage. There was no jolt or major thrum of power, but she could feel a low kind of energy settling against and into her. Perhaps it was just imagination, but she didn’t think so. This was magical.

“And now I’ve got one month to experience a dream,” she declared, turning to face the new full length mirror she’d purchased three days ago. She’d been taking extra shifts at Ocean Monk just to get back in black, but if this worked, it would be all worth it. All her extra expenses would:

• The slutty clothes and sexy cocktail dresses she’d purchased.

• The extra work into doing her makeup, including the dark eyeshadow and cute glossy lipstick.

• The high heels she’d been training in, with the tall pumps that made her ass sway.

• The research into the best places in town to find the best target.

The last was especially important, and the timing couldn’t be better even if the return to college would be embarrassing to navigate. A number of college students were trickling into town, and a bit over a week before classes returned there was going to be a big party bash, the ‘end of summer’ frat party. 

The plan was simple: go to the party with the fertility charm on (preferably wearing a push up bra so it dangled enticingly in her enhanced cleavage), act girly and cute and slightly tipsy as she looked for a cute guy to fuck, and then . . . voila! Get pregnant! It wasn’t complicated as plans went, but it didn’t need to be. People had been making people for thousands of years, after all, and why not her? No doubt some other guy had been transgendered and gone through the process before too, whether in the dark days of witchcraft and disproportionate retributions, or in the more modern era of regulated arcanery.

Cori grinned, feeling utterly giddy. The party wasn’t far away, and that just gave her time to prepare and try out all her outfits all over again, to see what was the most fuckable.

“And besides, I’m doing Max a service!” she declared. “Because once I’m preggers, I’m sure we can work out a way to get him back to being a man.”

And there was that payout if she stayed female, too . . .

Yes, everything was coming up Cori.

***

Max grimaced as yet another invite appeared in his socials. This end of summer party on tonight, and was clearly a big deal, and exactly the kind of thing he would have been hella excited for . . . were he still male. While his success in the girlfriend department had taken a hit with his confidence (which was at a low ebb even before he changed into a woman), these kinds of parties were a path to rejuvenation and reinvention. He’d actually been very much looking forward to the party in the hopes of getting his mojo back, finding a cute girl - maybe Stacey Ackermann from psych class? - and even forming some connections and getting some rep that could lead to him finally getting on the soccer team. He knew he could be a damn star on it, if he could just get it all lined up.

But now, instead of practising his techniques and getting in shape, he was stuck as top heavy cow. At least, that’s what it felt like, having to milk his big, lactating boobs two to three times a day. The worst part, other than the leakiness, was how ordinary it was becoming. He would wake up, having slept on his back or his side (sleeping on his stomach was no longer an option with big G-to-H-cups, clearly, stretch, then feel the fullness in his chest. He would place his hands underneath each boob, feel the weight of them, and determine which one needed to be milked quicker, though sometimes a dual job was necessary. Even his parents were getting used to the sight of it, and that was embarrassing in its own right. To make matters even more frustrating, both his Mom and Dad seemed happy again! Sure, his Dad still moped about being a pregnant woman occasionally, but the pair were acting more in love than they had been in literal years, even flirting openly around the house.

“Can’t you stop it?” Max whined. “Especially all the butt grabbing! It’s gross!”

“Well, get out of the house then, sweetie,” Emma said. “Your father and I have needs too, you know.”

“Ew, gross! And I can’t - look at me! I’m a freak!”

At this, even his pregnant Dad rolled his eyes. “Max, honey-”

“I’m not a honey.”

“The point is, you look like it, son. Look, if I can get out of the house and go to work - well, I was going to work, I’m on maternity leave now, obviously - then so can you. I know it’s hard, and a little embarrassing, but you can find time between your pumping periods to do it, isn’t that right, dear?”

“Exactly,” Emma said, kissing her husband on the cheek and rubbing his stomach lovingly, in such a way as to make Max’s stomach drop. “We had a hard time with this all, but we’re adapting. It will be solved, Max, I’m sure of it, but in the meantime, you can’t just coop yourself up forever. You need to get out into the sun.”

Max tried not to sob. That was another thing he hated; how weird his hormones were. Milk production definitely made it worse, it couldn’t just be the fact he was female now. It might also explain those strange dreams and fantasies he kept having when he focused too much on a rather appealing masculine form when watching a film. He’d actually damn well masturbated to a hot action movie star last night, and gotten milk everywhere in the process! His tits were so damn sensitive to pleasure, it seemed, and it was making his shut-in self go a little mad, his imagination running away with him.

“I . . . don’t think that’s a good idea. I look like a freak.”

Emma actually snorted at this point. “Oh, for goodness sake! Max, if you were born as a daughter from the very beginning, you would be the most smug girl in town right now. Look at you: you’re tan, you’re beautiful, you’ve got a very fit figure with a nice shape, and let’s be totally honest here, a lot of women would kill for a pair of boobs like that.”

“I’m literally filling up with milk, Mom, all the time.”

“I know, and that’s unfair. Trust me, I know how it feels. But it’s something you can plan around. And while I know you’ve got a pair of backbreakers there - I did too until Francis took them from me-”

“Yeah, I feel that weight alright,” his Dad chipped in.

“- there’s plenty of bras you can wear to give you proper support. C’mon, you should be out there, being social. It’s summer break! Don’t let your Aunt’s magical malignancy-”

Francis coughed deliberately, causing Emma to sigh.

“Fine, her apprentice’s magical mistake, whatever. But don’t let it ruin this important time for you. Even if it means catching up with Cori and a few other friends and having a bit of a laugh about it, you can do it. Hell, I’ll even give you some spending money if you need it.”

At that, Max actually chuckled, causing his boobs to wobble noticeably. “Save it. If there’s one good thing about these boobs, is that I’m making a killing from selling all that milk to new moms.”

Indeed, Aunt Lily had gotten them in contact with a company that got breast milk for women struggling to nurse or who had adopted young babies. It turned out to be far more lucrative than Max could imagine, and she was making even more thanks to her endless production.

“Well, there you have it,” his Mom said with a hint of victory. “Time to get out of those awful track pants and that hoodie covered in Cheetos dust and get out there. Maybe Cori has something going on. He seemed to have adjusted well to being a woman.”

“Pfft, way too well, I swear,” Max said, exhaling. Still, he looked down at his laptop, and noticed that Cori’s profile was on the invite page for the big party. He’d actually changed his name to ‘Cori’ for now, and even uploaded a picture of himself with his face all done up, making a kissy face. God, he could be such a weird prankster at times. But he was going to the party. He wasn’t being embarrassed, he was leaning into the fun. Maybe Max could learn to do the same. It would be an exercise in building confidence, right?

“Fine, I’ll go. Um, Mom? I might need some help figuring out something to wear for tonight, though.”

Cori looked very done up in her profile pic, and despite himself, Max was becoming intrigued. It was embarrassing to even admit in his mental space, but he was very curious what his friend would look like in a hot dress. In fact, it made her feel a little bit hot and bothered.

“Something nice but not too nice,” he said to his Mom.

He wasn’t going to push it.

***

The music pounded the ears, and the atmosphere was that of a perfect frat party: loud, ecstatic, and filled with young people all looking to get drunk and have a good time, and a really good time if they matched up with the right person. Cori’s heart fluttered in her chest as she moved through the social circles; the goths, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the popular kids who didn’t slot neatly within any of these categories. She recognised Stacey Ackermann drinking with Brad Chaff and felt a hint of jealousy - Brad was a pretty hot footballer type, the exact kind of guy to get a gal laid at a party like this, but clearly Stacey and brought her A-game with her short black dress and more prominent bust. It made Cori fume at her own B-cup tits, ones that were on the smaller side of B-cup too.

“Don’t panic, Cori,” she whispered to herself as she moved to where the red cups were being filled with liquor. “Plenty of fish in the sea. And you’ve brought your A-game too.”

Indeed she had. She had opted to go for a real sexy blonde Barbie look, in fact, and it was a look that worked well for her. She was wearing a short pink cocktail dress, the hem of which ended at her upper thighs, and pulled tight against her ass. It confirmed to her petite body and was shoulderless and strapless, showing off quite a bit of skin as a result. The in-built bra pushed up her boobs nicely, making them look bigger than what they were. Her hair was in a sexy look also; she’d had it professionally styled that very day into an attractive wavy look that rested over to one side, exposing her tender neck nicely. With her high heels giving her hips a lovely sway and her mascara and general makeup giving her a smokey, sultry appearance, she couldn’t be more fuckable if she tried.

And she was trying anyway. No point in not. She had watched enough videos on how to walk in a sensual manner, how to giggle and flutter her eyelashes in just the right way to attract a mate. No one here knew yet that she was actually Corey, and most wouldn’t even know who that was, so she spent her time wandering about, introducing herself and catching male attention.

“What’s your name?” one potential suitor asked.

“I’m Cori,” she answered. “Cori Brandt.”

The last name was a falsehood, but something about it felt appropriate anyway. Could she get a last name change when this was done? 

“I’ve not seen you around campus, Cori. Trust me, I’d remember.”

“I’m new here,” she said. She twirled her blonde hair. “In fact, I’m actually here to try and get to know people. You know, make some connections, get a little tipsy . . . have some fun.”

The handsome man chuckled. “I’ll drink to that! I’m Ray.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Ray,” she purred.

They’d met before, actually. Ray was actually on the soccer team, the same one that Max wanted to join. He was a nice guy: athletic, charming, and very handsome. He had some Mediterranean heritage which left his skin a light olive and his black hair curly. It was a good look.

“Wanna get me a drink?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. And then, maybe you’d like to dance?”

“Only if I have a good song, and a good partner,” she added, giggling and placing her hand on his arm for just a flirtatious moment. Goddamn, she was good at this, so good it surprised even herself. Ray got her a drink and she drank it down, looking to take some of the nervous edge off but not so much that she didn’t lose her focus. The music blared, and outside the space had been cleared for the girls in their dresses to party down and the men to dance up against them. Cori wasn’t the best dancer, but she let Ray take the lead, and with her own growing libido and desire to get pregnant, she had fun pressing her body against his, allowing him to put his hands on her hips. She turned as the song climaxed, and it seemed an appropriate moment to put her arms over his shoulders.

“Now would be a good time for you to kiss me, Ray,” she teased. 

He did so, and the sensation was divine. She wrapped her arms more closely around him, letting him make out with her. But then her eyes went wide even amidst the intoxication of the moment, because someone she certainly didn’t expect to appear was suddenly in view.

It was Max.

Max in a goddamn dress.

It wasn’t a flirtatious dress, nor a particularly frat-party appropriate one, but it was a cute orange summer dress that flowed around her ankles. Her brunette hair had been done up - not professionally, but it wasn’t the mess it had been in recent days either. And for all that she wasn’t looking to tease her body, Cori couldn’t help but feel a piercing sense of jealousy when looking at her friend’s figure: those massive, perfect jugs of hers were clearly outlined and a hint of deep, deep cleavage displayed, whether Max wanted it to be or not. Already, a number of men were looking her way. Cori certainly was: her bisexuality meter was going off like crazy, even if this was her friend. The notion of drinking from that big, milky rack was like that of a nice dessert after potential baby-making sex tonight.

“Um, hi!” Max said awkwardly to the crowd. “I’m Max.”

Cori pulled away from Ray. “S-sorry, have to go to the girls’ room! You know how it is!”

She tried to dart through the crowd, avoiding Max, who was already looking nervous as hell, especially with the male attention. Stacey Ackermann was also eyeing her up, clearly no longer the biggest bust on campus. Cori felt bad for her - Max, that was, not Stacey - but knew she didn’t want to be compromised. Why did Max have to come out of her busty shell tonight of all nights? She moved to head back inside, and was almost through the doorway when Max spotted her.

“Cori? Cori! Cori, it’s me!”

Cori sighed, put on her best face, and turned. “Max! Oh my God, I can’t believe you made it out here.”

Max gave a sheepish expression. “I know. I, uh, decided to be more confident. I wasn’t, uh, nearly as confident as you though, wow. You . . . Cori, you look amazing. You, um, seriously look good.”

Cori bit her lip. She had felt male gazes all night, but it was clear that Max was just as appreciative. Clearly, her friend’s new body was pretty interested in girls too. “I just figured why not go the whole hog and enjoy myself, right?”

“I guess so. Yeah, that makes sense. It’s what I’m trying to do, though I don’t think I could be as brave as you.”

Cori giggled, staring appreciatively at her friend. There was a kind of awkward tension in the air, an obvious physical attraction between two very different, but very hot ladies. “If you were any braver I think the entire football team would be trying to dive into that cleavage of yours. You look great! I’m . . . look, it’s very hard not to focus on how hot you are right now, dude. You’re like something out of one of my wet dreams.”

“Ew! Don’t be gross!”

“C’mon, you’re staring at my dress! We can both admit we find each other hot.”

“Fine, but let’s not admit it out loud! Do people here know that you’ve been magically turned? I didn’t tell anyone.”

“I was thinking of pulling the bandaid off.”

“Oh, well, if you do so, don’t mention me, yet. I’m still preferring to do that myself.”

“Of course! I would never. I know this is just as hard for you, you’re just taking it a whole lot better, Cori.”

Cori gestured for Max to come inside - no need to dangle this bustier, more attractive girl in front of her potential mate Ray. 

“Let’s get you a drink, and you’ll feel way more confident. You seriously look better, Max. I’m so happy, man. I thought you’d still be shut in playing video games, like I was before this all went down.”

Max laughed. “I guess we have changed places, in a sense.”

She was about to say more when she became distracted. Cori noticed what was distracting her friend too: the rather attractive form of Brad Chaff, no longer with Stacey Ackermann, and now clearly looking in Max’s direction. It made the busty brunette blush and look away, but her large nipples stiffened nonetheless.

“Oh my God,” Cori noted. “You’ve got the hots for him.”

“I don’t! I mean, it’s just this stupid switch making me attracted to dudes! I just have to push past it. I don’t plan on staying a woman.”

But Cori continued to needle. “But if you do . . . doesn’t it make sense to dip your toes into it, just a little? I mean, I’m here in a dress, I’m thinking of kissing a guy tonight.”

“What? What’s wrong with you!”

“Just for fun! I wasn’t exactly getting laid before, so why not have a little fun as a woman. C’mon, I know it’s been a dry spell for you too, girl.”

Max drank more, gulping down a quite strong beer and coughing a little. “No way. I . . . I can’t even consider that.”

“Your choice, of course! I just know if I had a body like yours, I’d have a little fun with it. Can’t just be mundane milking, right? I bet someone else would love to milk them for you, ha!”

Max frowned. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m tipsy at worst. I’m just having fun. I’m just saying, dude - gal - that maybe you should consider growing your confidence by trying something new. At the very least, it’ll make you a better lover when you’re a guy, right? You’ll totally get women, then.”

Ray reappeared, looking for Cori, and the petite blonde winked at her friend.

“You tell me if you want some wingwomanning, then. I’m going to take advantage of this, ah, temporary situation. I bet you can too, right?”

She moved away, her heels click-clacking on the floor, back to Ray. Max watched her go, and tried to be mad at her friend. But the weird thing was that she simply couldn’t be. Max had already been having sexual thoughts about guys, ones she’d been struggling to suppress. And, as Valentina had rather unhelpfully added accidentally to her situation, the act of milking herself was one that was deeply pleasurable, bordering on sexual when she gave herself over to those feelings. She’d climaxed more than a few times in private, when she decided to pump herself ‘manually’ with her hands. And each time, it had been hard not to imagine a powerful, attractive man being the one with his hands on her. 

And now here she was, a beautiful, buxom woman at a frat party, the exact kind of place where a woman could have a guilt-free one night stand and not care about the consequences. The exact kind of place where she could give herself over to these feelings, stop being so scared of them, and just have a little fun. It would just be the once, right?

Her nipples tensed, stiffening with an arousal that was growing by the second. Brad Chaff was looking her way, and it was clear he was interested. Without even meaning to, Max thrust out her chest a little more. She was starting to feel a little full . . . but maybe someone else could take care of that for once . . .

Masturbation was not enough. Milking was not enough. Thoughts and dreams and abstinence were not enough. Max had been in a dry spell too damn long, and now her best friend was going to be the one to get laid instead of her; nerdy, shut-in Cori of all people! No, that couldn’t stand. Her friend was right. If Cori could let loose and enjoy the fruits of her new body, then so could she.

Still, her heart fluttered with anxiety as Brad crossed the room to talk to her.

“Hey there,” he said. “I’m Brad.”

“M-Max,” she replied. “Short for Maxine.”

“I like it. It’s a hot name, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“And you’re . . . hot,” she said back, weakly.

He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad this is going well. Would you like to get to know each other a little more beyond just names?”

She had to take a deep breath, which accidentally looked quite flirty with the way her enormous chest rose and fell. His eyes fell to it appreciatively, and it made her insides gooey, her passage warm and wet. That nervousness was growing, but so was the daring.

“Sure,” she replied. “But I think I’ll need a few more drinks in me, first.”

A grin. “That can be arranged.”

To Be Continued . . .