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Professional Witchcraft, Part 7 (Multi TG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-07-03 22:08:50 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories A Commission for Planologer Max is an ordinary young man struggling in college, while his parents Emma and Francis are dea
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!
Part 7: Experimentation
Three days passed after Lily and Valentina left and checked themselves into a hotel, and the headmistress witch received her arcane equipment for further assessing the situation. Of course, during this time she still had the ability to turn Francis back, but Emma was angry at him and her, and didn’t want any more magic. Besides, she was feeling rather lovely not being pregnant again, and had a lot of fun catching up with her fellow girlfriends for brunch or even for some wine without a care in the world for what she ate or drank.
Unfortunately that left the rest of the family stuck with their changes. Francis was still his new pregnant self, and given that he didn’t know how long he’d be like this, he decided to bite the bullet and go buy himself some women’s clothing. He’d done this a long time ago, after all, so it wasn’t too difficult, apart from the fact that much of what he was purchasing was now in the maternity section. He decided to take Max and Cori with him, since they too would need new articles. Max was hesitant until his father pointed out the obvious.
“Would you rather keep soaking through your shirt and jiggling all around the place and deal with back pain? Or would you rather at least not raise any further eyebrows instead?”
A glum Max had to accept. Fortuitously, it turned out to be a good idea anyway, since he received a text from Aunt Lily just before they were heading out.
‘I have an idea,’ she wrote. ‘We’ll need you and Max to get some feminine clothing. There may be a ‘role’ element to this I’m ignoring. Get as much as you can, dearies. I’ll help with the bill if necessary. Make sure you get things that are very feminine, perhaps even a little showy if necessary. I know it’s all embarrassing but I’m sure you’ll make do!’
Max groaned and showed the text to Cori. To his surprise, his friend grinned widely.
“What are you so happy about?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just, uh, kinda funny, I guess. Besides, we could try and have a little fun with it, right?”
“What do you mean, fun?”
“Well, it’s just like your Dad said about when he pretended to be that ‘Rose’ woman. We can get to know girls better and have some success with them! You’ve been complaining about now having a girlfriend for a while now, and I suck at making girlfriends.”
Max snorted. “Yeah, because you want them all to look like . . . well, to look like I do now, lactation excepted of course.”
“Yeah . . . of course.”
This triggered a thought for Max. “Um, you’re not, like, attracted to me, are you?”
“What, no! Dude!”
“I’m just asking because you should, by all rights, be very cute to me. But . . . you’re not. In fact, I’m starting to worry I’m not attracted to girls at all at the moment.”
Cori bit her lip. “Yeah, I think that’s true of me. I was thinking about, er, things the other night. I started to, er, think about guys.”
Max screwed up his face. “Gross.”
“Totally.”
“Shit, this is part of the change too, isn’t it? And we’ll have to tell my Aunt.”
“Should we ask your Dad if he feels the same?”
“What? No! No way!”
It was good timing to head that off, because that’s when Francis waddled in, clutching his swollen stomach, ready to take them shopping.
“Shall we get going, girls?” he said, trying to be humorous. Only Cori laughed.
What followed was the most mortifying time of Max’s life, and the most exciting for Cori, though she had to do her best to change her expression every time she left the changing booth. Max shared Aunt Lily’s message to his father, and so Francis reluctantly agreed to buy more than just the bare minimum for his son-turned-daughter and his son’s friend. The group visited Coquette’s, the popular women’s store in their local mall. Max had to borrow an ill-fitting bra from his mother, one of her maternity ones that was now too big for her. It had absorbent pads for his leakiness, but it led to an awkward conversation with Elizabeth, the woman attending their group, about how he was a young mother. The excuse from all three of them was that a house fire had destroyed most of their clothing.
“We’ll just have to get you a bit of everything then, poor you!” Elizabeth exclaimed.
They had no idea how right she was. Francis was some help, at least, given that he had been a woman some time ago, but he was also in need of supportive pants for his belly, maternity dresses, and the like. Max and Cori were left to fend for themselves at times, trying on numerous outfits and adding them to the pile. Max kept wanting to end it early, but Cori convinced him to keep going, and even to buy extras, including cute sundresses, bikinis, lacey lingerie sets, and some tight club dresses that made Francis raise an eyebrow.
“What?” Cori asked. “It’s for the magical tests by your witch aunt, remember!”
It didn’t feel like that, but Max went along with it. He couldn’t avoid going back to college forever - it was only a few weeks away now! - and he was resigned to the fact that wearing appropriate clothing was better than having his huge hooters dribbling milk all over a set of ill-fitting tops.
In the end, they left with quite the clothing haul. Francis had even gotten some quite feminine dresses and things, dipping back into those memories of being Rose and enjoying the dress up phase of being a woman. Of course, he also hoped that Emma would forgive him more easily if he accepted his role as the pregnant woman for a bit, and that meant looking the part.
Over the next couple of days, Cori and Max continued to catch up, both of them adjusting to their more feminine clothing. Max wore female jeans and ordinary shirts, doing his best to cover up his form, but Cori was already wearing cute skirts and even a crop top.
“You know you don’t have to dress like that,” Max said.
“I know, but when in Rome - we’re going undercover, remember?”
Max sighed and decided to wear something a bit more feminine . . . in the future.
“At least we found out our cup sizes,” Cori said.
“Yeah, damn G-cups,” Max bemoaned. “At least when I’m engorged. These things are like bowling balls, I swear.”
“They’re not that big! At least you’re lucky. I only got little B’s.”
“Lucky?”
“Oh, just to be able to feel them up, of course. You know, for fun.”
Max rolled his eyes. “Trust me, it’s not fun when you’re also making milk. Damn, I hope Aunt Lily can figure this out when we meet her.”
Not long after, they got the message from her. Valentina had swung by with a car to pick them up, and evidently Francis wasn’t coming along yet. He was still at work, getting used to his new reputation, and Emma was out of home.
“Time to see if this works,” Max said, as Valentina approached the door.
“Here’s hoping,” Cori said. Of course, she was also crossing her fingers behind her back.
***
“Hmm, another failure,” Lily mused. She put down her ivory wand, and picked up her crystalline one. It was emerald green, and looked like it was made of mystical ice. “Hold still, the pair of you.”
“Do we have to pose?” asked Max, who felt utterly ridiculous making himself look like he was blowing a kiss, one hand on his hip, his large breasts threatening to spill out of his bra. He was wearing a low crop top that left his cleavage looking like it was set to burst free.
Cori, on the other hand, was wearing a tube top and bright short skirt, as if she were a cheerleader. To that end, she literally had a pair of pom-poms, and was continually putting on enthusiastic poses to make herself look as bubbly and pretty as possible. The pig-tails Valentina had worked into her hair only increased the look.
“I’m sorry, dearie, I know it’s a lot to take on, but conforming to the most feminine role will mean that the magic can connect to the position you’ve been placed into. Think of it as putting on an archetype, so that we may remove the archetype.”
“I could try putting on some lipstick, mistress?” Valentina asked gingerly.
Lily considered her student, still obviously disappointed in her. “That’s a good idea, actually, my apprentice. Make sure to apply it. Then we try the emerald wand. You’ll feel strange - it has a harmonic resonance, this one, and is used more for weather control - but if there’s vibrations between the two that are causing trouble, this’ll catch it.”
Max exhaled as Valentina applied the makeup, whereas Cori closed her eyes and even allowed eyeshadow and foundation to make its way to her face.
“After this, I’m getting back in my regular clothing,” Max grumbled.
“Just one more attempt,” Lily said.
She aimed the wand after the makeup was applied - rub red lipstick, in Max’s case, and pretty pink in Cori’s, which she loved. The two groaned a little at the strange resonance, and then the effect was over. Lily paused over this, moving her hands in a circular fashion and drawing tendrils of light around her.
“I’m reading your auras,” she said. “And it seems I was correct. The breach of contractual expectation by my apprentice, coupled with the transferred of the borrowed payment, along with the three-party deal conflicting with a two-party contract, have all combined to cause a magical misfire. Cori, it’s your inclusion in the spell that’s causing it to keep looping. See this.”
She demonstrated by changing both back to men in turns, then at once. Max’s reversion always occurred quicker, and when paired together, last, as if Cori was pulling his form back like elastic. Once done, she told them they could get back into their preferred clothes. Cori stayed as she was, but Max got back into her neutral, androgynous clothing, though she put milk pads into her bra.
“The spell restores itself every time it bounces between you,” Lily continued, “and there’s no real limit on distance we can use to break it, since my apprentice is talented enough - but foolish enough - to let it pass through the ethereal plane. Still, there is some delay. The closer you are, the faster it restores. The further away, there’ll be further delay.”
“So we can’t change back?” Max said.
“There’s one final possibility,” Lily said. “But I daren’t risk it. It would mean severing one party from the spell entirely. This would free you from the spell, but the other party could never be permanently change back to a man. Their default setting would remain a woman, and any spell to make them a man again would only last an hour or so at most. At most.”
Max shook his head, even as Cori mulled this over.
“We can’t accept that.”
“Yeah,” Cori said. “This is just meant to be temporary.” Even she didn’t plan to be a woman forever.
“I thought as much,” Lily said. “I want to consult some other witches in my industry and find a way out of this mess. It’ll be more days, perhaps over a week or more. The only consolation I have, dearies, is that at least you’ll be entitled to a large payout for damages from my company. Oh, don’t worry about poor me, I’m quite fabulously wealthy, you know!”
“Can’t Valentina pay us, though?”
Lily smirked at her apprentice. “She has failed me, but she is my responsibility. The buck stops here, as they say. But if things go wrong, you’ll be looking at six figures. Chew on that for a bit as you adjust, and tell me if you need anything. Or my brother. He’s been a woman before.”
The two friends exchanged a wearied look.
“I guess we’ll be going back to campus like this,” Max said.
“I guess so,” Cori said. “What a dream, huh?”
“You mean a nightmare.”
Cori grinned to herself. She hadn’t even removed the pink lipstick.
“Sure. A total nightmare.”
To Be Continued . . .
