"Hello, dearie. How's your mother?"
You make a fist with your free hand. "Like you don't know."
The crone laughs. "I'll put her back to normal...provided you make a deal you won't cut out of this time."
You sigh, feeling a little bloated. "Fine. What is it?"
"Come back to my tent, with the pills." She then murmured something over the phone.
"Sorry, what?"
You could practically hear her grin. "How do you feel, dear?"
"What are you talking about? I feel fi..."
You feel a great pressure within your stomach before it suddenly bloomps outwards, your butt following as your belt and waistband snaps from your newly distended waist. "Wha...what's happening to me??" you whimper as your face plumpens, your breasts fattening and stretching your bra to its limits.
"How do you feel now, dear?" the crone echoed, her voice dripping with poison.
"You...why would you-"
"Answer the question, please. How does it feel?"
The question seemed optional, but...you feel compelled to answer. You turn around to face the mirror, shuffling your plumped feet. Your shirt creaked to contain your paunch of a stomach. You whimper again.
"Well?"
"I feel..." you eyes yourself in the mirror. "Huge...bloated..." You struggled to find new words to describe as you pat your belly. "Gelatinous...just all-around fat."
"Mmm...and how do you feel about that?"
"I..." You gulp. "I like it."
"Very good." she murmurs something else as you feel yourself shrinking in size. You breathe a sigh of relief.
"Now, do you promise to come to my tent?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. Now, just for insurance..."
Another murmur. Your belly bloomps out again, now as big as a full-term pregnant woman's. Your rear has plumped, too. "Aah..." you pant.
"I'll be waiting, dearie." She hangs up, as you do the same seconds later. Still dumbfounded, you begin to waddle around the room to adjust to your new weight. It feels nice, as it presses down on your crotch. You waddle back up stairs and rifle through your mother's maternity clothes and pick out a nice blue pastel set; stretchy pants and a tent-like top. You put these on and collect the pill bottles, put on your shoes and waddle down to the crone's tent.
Once you make it, huffing and puffing, you trudge inside. The old crone is waiting at her table, a large chair on your side and a bottle of purple pills on the table.
She smiles. "Please, have a seat." You are more than happy to oblige; you waddle over and plop your plump rump in the chair. "Thank you..." you pant.
"I'm sorry about the extra weight, dearie...just insurance if you ran off."
"Yeah, I...get it now...phew..."
She murmured again, returning you to your proper size. "Now...do you have the pills?"
You place the two bottles on the table.
"Very good..." she took the bottles and placed them on the ground. She then pushed the bottle of purple pills towards you. "These are quite different from the others, dear."
"What do these do?" you ask, looking them over.
"These pills make you perpetually pregnant." Your eyes light up, and she takes note of this. "Ah, you're interested in this, yes?"
You nod anxiously. "Though...I'm not really up on giving birth and all that..."
She laughs. "Oh no, child, you only are given the APPEARANCE of a pregnant woman."
"Oh..."
"Also, you can be 'pregnant' for as long as you desire."
You find yourself smiling at the prospect. "So...what do I have to do for them?"
"Oh, you've already done it."
"Huh?"
She chuckles. "Seeing you wobbling in here was payment enough."
You fume.
"But...you did look good doing it."
You blush. "Well...thanks."
She hands you the bottle and you walk home. You go into your room and put the bottle on the table, popping the top open and eying one of the pills. "How many do I take..."
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