When you head downstairs from your apartment to the bakery you’re not surprised to see your wife already mixing up new things to serve for the day. You met her two years ago. As a witch she would brew up potions at home and you went looking for a love potion, you left with her number and a date written in your calendar instead. Now you two have a beautiful apartment above your bakery where you live and work together. Serving up beautiful breads and pastries that your wife bakes spells in to. A cinnamon bun that offers luck, a cheese scone that helps you find happiness for the day, or even a danish that can attract wealth. Today she asked that you wake up early to try something new before you opened. “There you are honey! I made this just for you. Here’s the practice one and I’ll make the full batch if you like it” she said passing you a beautiful bread roll. You smile and take it and bite into it, the bread is so soft and while the flavouring looks rather plain you’re surprised by a thick, sweet, custard inside. “This is so delicious, do you want a bite?” You offer, but your wife moves the bun to your lips “oh no, if you like it, you have to finish the whole thing”. You head her words and soon there’s not even a crumb left, she starts pulling out the ingredients to make a full batch. Starting with warm water, yeast, and honey in one bowl, the flour and dry ingredients in a second. You watch as the yeast bubbles and feel a little tingly sensation running all over your body. “Darling, what spell did you put inside these ones?” She smiles “oh, the one you ate is a special spell just for you. But these ones will offer growth and opportunity. What are you feeling honey?” “I feel really tingly all over, and like bubbly almost? And I think…did it get hotter in here?” You suddenly feel your whole body wash over with a gentle warmth, like you were sitting outside on a sunny day. Your wife’s eyes are sparkling and her grin tells you everything you’re feeling is just as it should be. She starts to add the dry ingredients to the yeast and water, mixing it together until it’s fully combined. Her graceful fingers making sure nothing is missed as she forms it into a ball and leaves it to rest. As you watch your body shifts, the tingly feeling slowly being replaced with a heavy tiredness. “Everything’s all prepped for today, and I’ve got extra hands on staff, why don’t you go lay down, you look like you could use a rest.” Her eyes look you up and down “are you feeling anything else?” You nod “the tingles are gone, and I’m so sleepy, like my body just feels heavy. And I think it’s the heat my apron feels a little tight, would you”- before you can finish your sentence your wife is behind you untying the knots behind your back. You take your wife’s advice and go upstairs to your apartment, heaving your feet as you go. The tight feeling from before still lingers and you wonder if it’s just a side effect of the spell as you lay down and close your eyes.
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You suddenly wake up to a sharp, stifling feeling across your body. You go to get up, and find yourself having to heave yourself forward in order to stand and see what’s going on. You gasp looking in the mirror. Your once baggy work clothes, maybe two sizes too big, are clinging to your frame. Every inch of you has puffed outwards. Sleeves cutting into your arms, your stomach forming a roll over the waistband of your pants, your chest stretching your top outwards, your ass and thighs straining the seams to the absolute limit. As you take in your newly softened form, you can see you’re still growing slowly outwards, causing you to moan at the constriction of your clothing. “Why don’t we get you into something more comfortable” your wife appears behind you, and with a snap of her fingers your clothes vanish. With nothing to stop it, your flesh trembles forward. Your wife’s fingers grope at your body, taking in your new size, almost kneading you like dough. “You should lay back down. I just put the buns in the oven, and this next part moves a lot faster”. As she says it your stomach lurches forward. As your hands go towards it they sink through your soft flesh, but seem to hit something firmer below that’s pushing your hand further away. Your wife takes your hand and guides you back to the bedroom, cautious of how your new size has slowed you down. Your stomach that was a mound of soft fat, is now doming out in front of you. Now sitting on your bed, you look about six months pregnant with a singleton. Your wife’s hands can’t keep off of you, rubbing you all over. She pays special attention to your burgeoning bump, now jutting out at full term with one and showing no signs of slowing down. “You’re taking to the spell so well. I wasn’t sure how much or it would take, we both know that it all comes down to how bad someone wants the spell to happen to them. I didn’t know you wanted it this bad”. You moaned out as the weight of your bump ballooning out pushed you deeper into the mattress, your hands struggling to wrap around it. You’re at least full term with twins, but something tells you you’re not done yet. You felt something shift inside of you on one side of the bump, and quickly feel it on the other side. Your wife is beaming at you “they’re kicking” she kisses you all over, and you groan at the flurry of movement from inside. You feel pinned to the bed by how filled out your body has become. I’m a way you’re grateful for the prior transformation so the bump now slowing down slightly, had extra flesh to stretch out. You look at your wife and the bump attached to you that far exceeds any pregnancy you’ve seen in real life. “How many buns did you put in the oven?” “Oh, don’t worry honey, it was a small batch. There’s just six”.
