Professional Witchcraft, Part 3 (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 3: Valentina’s Mishap

Max almost didn’t think the events of last night had occurred. It all seemed like such a crazy dream. His Aunt Lily had been a witch and brought an apprentice, and his Dad had changed into a pregnant woman with frankly huge boobs, and then it had turned out he had been that woman before, and connected to his Mom before they’d ‘met,’ and he’d never told her? And now she was pissed over the deception? It all just felt so surreal.

But then he entered the kitchen for breakfast, and found his Mom and Dad still feuding, and his Dad now in his ‘Rose’ body.

“Honey, if you could just find a way to get over it. It was a silly time where I was experimenting. Lily owed me a favour, and I asked if she could make me a woman for a short while, and I just thought I’d get to know you and then I could use that information to-”

“Oh, so that’s another deception! I don’t want to hear it. If you want to make it up to me, you can carry our baby. Hell, you can give birth to it as far as I’m concerned. Maybe then you’ll understand a bit of betrayal and what that feels like.”

“Don’t be dramatic! If you would just - ohhhh. Look, can you stop squirming while I try to make my argument?”

“Ha! Good luck with that. You look like you slept poorly, honey.”

“You know I did. I didn’t realise - mmh. Stop kicking!”

And on it went. Both acknowledged Max only in passing, and he himself ended up seated next to Valentina, who was taking in the whole spectacle with awe.

“The mistress likes to sleep in,” she whispered to Max. “But I wanted to see your dad-mom this morning and try to figure out the spell.”

“Can you turn them back?” Max asked.

She shook her head. “Only the witch that cast the spell can undo it, unless they’re really good, and I’m just training. But what a crazy good spell it is. I can’t wait to be able to cast stuff like this.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you could make me more muscular, just to try it out? Full disclosure, I need to make the soccer practice and-”

He unfortunately didn’t get to the end of the sentence, and Valentina didn’t seem to be listening anyway. Francis had shouted something, and Emma had thrown up her arms.

“Well, that’s just how it can be! Maybe for once your sister’s magic did me right! I’m heading off to take care of some errands, and I’m going to feel full of energy and without anything weighing me down. I’ll need the time for myself.”

“But I can’t be pregnant today! I have to make a pitch to clients about their new webpage, and I can’t do that while pregnant!”

“I had to work pregnant before my leave last time, so sure you can. You’ll just have to get an aura check when you clock in and they’ll know it’s you. You won’t be the first magically changed individual to have to go to work.”

“But - but -”

“But nothing. You know, now that I’m lacking all those irritable hormones, I’d feel real sorry for you, honey. I’d take it all back to help you. Except it turns out you’ve been lying to me for our entire marriage. For decades. So . . . you can deal with my discomfort for some time.”

She took off out the front door, almost colliding with a young man who was just heading to knock on the door.

“Oh, sorry Corey!” she said. 

Corey was a short and skinny young man, the same age as Max. He had pale skin, blue eyes and short blonde hair that was always in a permanent mess, despite how short it was.

“No problem, Mrs . . . woah. Um, did you have the baby, Mrs Donaldson?”

Emma looked down at herself. “Oh, um, no. I just . . . I have to go!”

She strode past him, and Corey couldn’t help but stare. He was astonished that his best friend’s mom was suddenly thin, and without an explanation.

“There’s no way she had the baby,” he said to himself. “Even her boobs are smaller.”

Such a comment would have been abnormal for anyone to make, but Corey had paid particular attention to such detail. He’d never told anyone, not even his best friend, but he’d always had a huge pregnancy fetish. Something about pregnant women with their huge bellies and swollen, milk-filled breasts just drove him crazy. It wasn’t exactly the kind of interest you shared with other people, especially when you were already a bit of a comics and gaming nerd and the like. He kept his off-kilter fetish secret, visiting erotica sites that had images and videos of pregnant women, but always fantasising about getting a woman pregnant himself. 

Thus, he entered the house, confused and disappointed over whatever had happened to Max’s mom, and a little concerned for her too, when suddenly he was confronted with an image right out of his fantasies. There was another pregnant woman, this one brown-haired and shorter than Emma, but with far more curves too. She looked to be almost ready to pop, and was struggling to adjust a workplace maternity dress that did wonders to show off her bump.

“What the -” he started.

Max intercepted him. “Corey! I’m sorry, in all the craziness I had completely forgotten that you were coming over.”

“Y-yeah. Uh, I didn’t realise you had visitors. And dude, what’s going on with your Mom? She doesn’t look like she was ever pregnant all of a sudden.”

The woman finished adjusting her dress. She waddled over to Max, placed a hand on his shoulder, and gave a wan smile. “Hold down the fort while I’m away. Do you have work?”

“No, my shift is tomorrow.”

“Then try not to let Lily cause any more chaos. I’d wake her to berate her, but she might turn me into a butterfly, I don’t know. Hey, Corey. You kids stay safe now.”

She left the house, leaving Corey utterly confused.

“Dude, why was that total MILF talking like your Dad always does?”

Max sighed. “Because she is my Dad. And please don’t call him - her - a MILF. I do not want to hear that right now, and I bet she especially doesn’t. Come on in, I’ll explain the insanity.”

Corey looked back, sneaking just a little peek at the heavily pregnant former man as she struggled into her own car on the street.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea, dude.”

***

Corey could scarcely believe what Max had just explained, but it was the only story that made sense.

“That’s crazy. Your Dad is now a pregnant woman. A super hot one.”

“Dude, first of all, that’s my Dad. Second of all, she’s pregnant, so that’s weird.”

“Oh, I just meant, you know, she’s rather . . . big in the chest.”

“We don’t need to talk about this. Shit, I haven’t even had breakfast yet. Maybe I-”

At that point Valentina re-entered the kitchen, sipping her coffee. Corey gaped at her. 

“You’re the witch!”

“Witch in training,” she corrected. “But yeah, I can do magic. I can even figure it out, too. Max, I think I know the details of the spell that turned your Dad just by examining his aura. Her aura, I guess.”

Max was blown away. “So you can turn her back?”

She shook her head. “Again, only a highly trained caster could undo another witch’s spell, but I just wanted to assure you she’s telling the truth; it’ll be an easy reverse when your Mom is down with it. By the way, there’s not any milk left. I used the last up for my coffee. Hope you don’t mind.”

Max huffed. “You know, I actually do. I eat cereal for breakfast. Always have.”

“Why don’t you magic him up some more?” Corey asked, interested.

Valentina frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, I usually do my magic when my Mistress is present, just in case it goes too far.”

“Yeah, but it’s just milk, right? Max, tell me you wouldn’t like to see a bit of magic up close - you know, the kind that doesn’t transform your Dad.”

Max considered this. Lily clearly had her own focus when it came to magic, and it was entirely on his parents. But if Valentina was talented, even if just learning, then perhaps they could convince her to flex a little. And then maybe it would lead to him being able to persuade her to do more, such as make him a little more suitable for the soccer team, and to help him out with essay writing smarts for that damn gender studies class.

“Well, I am a little curious,” he said, flashing her his best smile. “I mean, you’ve got to be pretty talented to be apprenticing under my aunt. Why not just try and magic up some milk?”

“It doesn’t quite work like that,” Valentina said.

“Aw, c’mon, you can do it,” he said. “I’ve yet to see you do any magic. You are a witch, right?”

He thought for a moment that he’d overstepped, but then Valentina actually grinned, and any sense of nervousness on her part was replaced by something far more enthusiastic.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll get you your milk. I’ll get you as much milk as you want, but you have to give me permission first, and pay me five dollars, since I don’t work for free.”

Max didn’t have five dollars, but Corey was excited enough to see a demonstration that he grabbed a fiver from his own wallet and passed it to Max.

“Here, you can borrow my fiver,” he said.

Max then gifted it to Valentina.

“Okay, here goes,” Valentina said. “Maybe now Mistress Lily will teach me even more advanced forms, when I show her that I can not only copy but modify one of her amazing spells.”

She raised her hands across the dining table, not even standing up as her eyes turned a vibrant emerald green, and whispers and tendrils of that same colour in translucent form began to extend from her fingers. She spoke a series of eldritch words, none of which sounded entirely pronounceable, almost like they were an ancient tongue spoken backwards and filtered through a reverberation device. 

For a moment, Max watched in pure interest, though he wondered how much preamble had to be done just to conjure up some milk from the grocery store.

That’s when he felt it. 

It began as a pulsing sensation with his core, and it increased in potency as the green tendrils extended around his form, and then a second time as the sensations spread throughout his body.

“Hey, what a minute!” he exclaimed, but it was already too late. Suddenly his form began to pull and stretch and shift and compress, all in different places, like his body was now made of taffy. Corey gasped at the sight of his best friend as he lowered in height, his limbs shortening also.

“Ahhhh!” he gasped, as the spell continued. “What are you - mmhph!”

A delightful bliss spread throughout his form as the transformation amped up, mingling with the discomfort. Max squirmed in his seat as his hips spread wider, as his legs became a little more shapely, though still retaining their athleticism. His waist pulled inwards slightly, and his hard-earned muscle - while not evaporating - took on more pleasing, feminine dimensions. His shoulders in particular compressed inwards, and this was followed by a shrinking of his rib cage.

“What the hell?” Corey exclaimed. “What are you doing to him?”

“Witchcraft can’t conjure anything!” Valentina exclaimed between eldritch phrases. “You have to get it from somewhere. And Max is getting it straight from the cow, so to speak. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent. I just want to try out Lily’s spell and see if I can modify it!”

“But - but - oh God.”

Valentina didn’t pay attention to Corey, and neither did Max. Both assumed that he was simply responding with shock to Max’s transformation, especially since Max’s chest was now starting to push forward. His friend groaned, but Max paid it no mind, because he was trying to push his new breasts back into his chest. His body hair had already dissipated, and his hair was starting to grow longer as well, extending out from his head and lowering down to become even with his chin. His face softened, lips becoming slightly plumper, his nose a little smaller, his eyes prominently bigger. Blemishes and spots and pores melted away as the skin softened, and this was true all down his body.

“I didn’t ask to be - ahh - turned into a w-woman,” he managed, his voice already sounding like a twenty year old girl’s. His Adam’s apple pulled back in, leaving his neck slender, but his concern remained with his chest, which continued to swell.

“Wow, quite a pair!” Valentina expressed as Max’s breasts went straight past modest B-cups into lovely C-cup territory and beyond. Soon they would easily be categorised as ‘large,’ occupying D-cup territory and more than enough to fill a man’s palm. Even as this occurred, his member had gone numb and begun sliding back inside his body. He spared a hand to try and stall its retreat, only to lurch forward in response to the formation of his uterus. This resulted in his new breasts - which were stretching his shirt - smacking against the table and causing him to yelp in a woman’s voice. 

“Ow! They’re sen-”

He stopped talking, because all of a sudden they ballooned yet bigger, their weight unbelievable to the former man. His vagina formed, the absence between his legs utterly alien to the young man, but his boobs still had more attention. They stretched the collar of his shirt, revealing a long, deep line of cleavage, and this look was only enhanced by how big his nipples now were. 

“T-too big! Too - ohhh!”

He cupped them, though they overflowed his hands by this point, being large and heavy and full in a way he couldn’t describe. That lack of description didn’t last long though, because as his transformation finalised, the new woman cried out in an embarrassingly high, almost orgasmic tone, as two streams of warm liquid shot from his nipples in streams, soaking the front of his shirt and even causing small spurts to land on the kitchen table.

“Oh God!” he cried, as the spell’s effect ended. “What the f-fuck! You turned me into a woman! I’ve got huge t-tits! And what the hell is this?”

Valentina beamed in a nerdy manner. “It worked! Oh my God, it worked! I can do the spell, just like Mistress Lily, only I can take it even further!”

But Max was not to be swayed by this. “Why have I got huge tits? These look almost as big as Dad’s!”

“Because you wanted milk, and I can’t make it from nothing. So you can have as much milk as you want, since you now lactate it with your body!”

Max cupped his chest. Not only were his new boobs the size of ripe cantaloupes, leaving him as extraordinarily busty, but they still felt full. The pressure was there, the need for relief. He looked up and managed to catch a partial reflection in the window behind Valentina’s head. He really did look like a female version of himself, only as a woman he was hot. Not just busty as hell, but with a fit, athletic frame. Standing, he could see that he now had a lovely hourglass figure too, and a face that looked determined and attractive at the same time.

“This is crazy,” he said, examining himself.

But it was then that he noticed another woman in the reflection. A woman that wasn’t Valentina, or himself. A blonde woman. He turned his head to the end of the kitchen table, where Corey was supposed to be sitting. Instead, there was a short, cute blonde chick, with small breasts and an adorable shocked expression on her pretty face.

“Who the hell are you?” the new woman asked.

“I’m - I’m Corey,” she managed, looking down over herself. Her long blonde hair covered half her face as she did so, and she had to push it away.

Valentina’s jaw fell. “Corey? What the hell? How come you changed?”

“How come I changed!?” the blonde asked, her voice sounding sweet as sugar despite her agitation. “You’re the witch! I thought you should know!”

“No! I only meant to experiment a little. I - I have no idea how you changed! You weren’t even part of the deal!”

Max was still cupping his breasts. It wasn’t like he wanted to wear female clothing, but at least Lily had given his father/new mother the comfort of some damn support. His nipples were still leaking milk, and it was getting worse.

“Did him lending me five dollars do this?”

Valentina was in full panic mode. “No! I mean, I doubt it. Maybe? Possible? I guess it could be, but I don’t know. I didn’t even feel my magic going to him - shit! Shit shit shit! Mistress Lily is going to kill me!”

“I’m going to kill you, unless you change us back!”

“I’d listen to him!” Corey said. The new woman was gazing at his/her reflection on every surface, something like awe in his cute expression.

Valentina calmed herself. “Of course! Give me a moment!”
She cast the spell again. Max sighed in relief as the tendrils enveloped him once more. His breasts shrank in size, and his body began to grow. His penis extended. Far faster than the initial transformation, he was returned to his original body.

“Thank God,” he said.

“It worked, thank the moon it worked,” Valentina added.

“Guys, I’m still a woman!”

Once again, all eyes went to Corey. The new woman hadn’t changed. She still looked like an adorably petite woman with bright blue eyes that bordered on mesmerising. Valentina nearly coughed from this unexpected surprise.

“You should have turned back!”

“Well, I didn’t!”

“But - but - let me try a few more things . . .”

She tried several more spells, but nothing worked to change Corey back. Worse, after only about ten minutes had passed from all this panic, Max himself began to feel strange. His chest was getting pressurised, his scalp sore, and his figure compressed.

“Um, Valentina! I think I’m starting to - oh no!”

He started to transform, and this transformation took less than ten seconds to complete. His chest jutted out into two full, milk-filled breasts again. His hips widened, his body became shorter (though still relatively tall for a woman), and his face and hair changed to his female self. His penis slid back inside himself, forming a tunnel, and in moments he stood there once more as a young, attractive woman with a large, lactating pair of breasts.

“Valentina,” Max said with an eerie calm. “Why am I a woman again? And why is Corey still a woman?”

Valentina gulped.

“Um, I think I may have done something very, very wrong. I think we need to wake up Aunt Lily.”

“No need,” came a voice from the bottom of the stairs. “You’ve already done that. Valentina, just what in all the realms have you done?”

It was the question on everyone’s mind.

To Be Continued . . .