“Mom,” but you are unable to continue. Suddenly, your belly expands out to be the size of a basketball. Not only that, but you could feel the weight of this new belly mass weight you down. To counter this feeling, you try to lean back, but you do so to much and nearly fall over. Giving up, you just sit down and ask her, “Why?” She grins at you and says, “Because I’ve always wanted a daughter who’s pregnant. Then I can see a daughter who is pregnant to early.” “But mom,” you say, but she hushes you and sits right next to you. Then, she rubs your belly (which feels quite nice) and says to you, “Don’t worry, there isn’t a baby in there. It’s just, well, I don’t know what it is. But, there isn’t a baby in there.” You look at her in anger and continue to complain. Angry, your mom stands up and wishes something else. Suddenly, your clothes change into much more “girly” clothes. As you watch, your shirt (which was getting stretched out due to the large breasts you now owned) changed into a short sleeve pink shirt that showed the bottom of your belly due to the pregnancy. You pants, which used to be baggy, tightened up to be right up to your crotch. At first, you groaned at this, but found it to be non-problematic. You began to look down at your crotch, but then, you noticed that your socks began to change to be pink. Then, you gained high heels. You look up to your mom in anger, but she’s making another wish.
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