âIâve cast a spell on you⌠the more turned on you get, the more pregnant you get.â
Immediately, my stomach flipped. Fear? Excitement? Or⌠was I already getting turned on at the mere idea? The witch, sidling up behind me with her hands at my waist, leaned in and pressed her body against mine, letting her hands slide over my lower belly. She bit my earlobe and whispered, giving me goosebumps: âI think I can feel it working⌠canât you? You should probably lie down.â
I head toward the couch, but I have to pause to unbutton my jeans. They *are* feeling a little⌠snug⌠at the waist. I donât know if her âspellâ is working or not, but it definitely looks like Iâm going to get lucky with this cute witch babe, so⌠I bend over, struggling more than usual to get out of these jeans. By the time I stand back up, Iâm sporting a definite little potbelly, and it definitely wasnât there a minute ago.
I turn to her, ready to say âwhat the fuck?â, but suddenly sheâs kissing me on the mouth and the words donât come. Her shirtâs already off; her bra is black lace. She bites my lower lip, and her hands caress my stomachâ *no*, my *bump*. âMy, my, my⌠looks like my little plaything is well and truly knocked up.â Sheâs smirking and itâs hot as fuck. My head is spinning.
She pushes me down to the couch, and climbs on top, straddling my hips. I feel so heavy all of a sudden. She unclasps her bra, holds it in place for a moment. âI donât know if I should take this off⌠wouldnât want you to get too worked up, right? Not in your delicate condition.â It makes little difference; Iâve been fantasizing about her breasts all night, and this little tease is a torment. I squirm underneath her, bucking my hips just slightly, but itâs hard to moveâ I feel sluggish and unwieldy. âLook at yourself,â she urges. âLook at how pregnant youâre getting for me.â She drops her bra to the floor, and I want to look at her perfect tits, but the big dome of my own belly catches my eye instead. *Is it growing while I watch?* âGod, your tits are even bigger than mine, now,â she says, snapping me out of it. Sheâs not wrong. They flop down, resting on the full curve of my belly, their nipples broad and dark. My tits, like everything else about me now, are so very heavy.
She grinds into me a bit, leaning forward and down, her trim stomach pressed against my swollen orb. Sheâs pressing her breasts toward my face, and I turn to to put one in my mouth, sucking desperately. I donât know whatâs happening to me but I donât care, such is my need. âDo you like this?â she asks, cupping one of my brand new fat fucking tits. Itâs so sensitive, and I shudder, sucking harder on her nipple. âBlowing up like this for me, I mean. Like a big, pregnant hot air balloon?âÂ
She adjusts her stance on top of me; Iâm now too big for her to lean over my enormously round belly in quite the same way, and she sits up on my thighs, taking her perfect breasts away from my face. When I reach my hands up for them, my arms jostle my own swollen pregnant tits, pressing them together to form a surprisingly deep cleavage. I gasp at the sensation. When I look past my own cleavage, I see my belly surge forward again, even bigger. I feel impossibly huge. Now when she leans forward, sheâs resting her breasts on the top of my massive pregnant belly. They look so small now, compared to my own.
For a moment, I watch her watching me, tracking the lust in her gaze as she surveys her handiwork. Thereâs ever-growing pressure in my womb and my tits, and Iâm sinking deeper and deeper into the couch cushions under my own mounting weight, but the only sensation that matters to me is my red-hot carnal need. She reaches down between my thickening thighs, teasing me with the prospect of release, and my body expands again.Â
Thinking about how huge I am now, how fat my ass must be by this point, how heavy my belly will feel when I eventually have to stand up⌠my body expands again. Even merely growing is turning me on, and making me grow. I feel a warm wetness, and realize Iâm leaking milk.
âYes,â I respond at last. âI really, really like this.â
âWhat do you like about it?â she asks, smiling devilishly, and I start to think about any answer to her question but my belly interrupts. Itâs growing again, tight and round and glorious. Iâve never seen a belly this big before in my life.
âBlowing up like this for you. Like a hot air balloon. A big, pregnant, leaking, desperate, absolutely enormous hot air balloon.â
