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Professional Witchcraft, Part 8 (Multi TG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-07-17 20:49:23 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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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 8: The New Normal
It was over a week later when everyone in the Donaldson clan - and Cori, of course - were coming to realise what Francis referred to as ‘the New Normal.’ It wasn’t written down, simply spoken, and yet everyone could feel the inherent capitalisation of the term, as if the family (and Cori) had entered a new age of sorts. Francis was still pregnant, his belly still growing, and while he continued to think of himself as a ‘him’, he sometimes occasionally lapsed into ‘her’ without even thinking, often in response to how others at work addressed the obviously pregnant woman, or even how his own wife started seeing him. It was hard to think of oneself as male when a baby was literally kicking your ribs from the inside. But it wasn’t just his gender identity confusion that was part of his New Normal, but the physical reality too. He was, to his own chagrin, getting used to waking up in the middle of the night due to the kicking and shifting, or from discomfort, or simply due to intense cravings (for oranges with salt on them, of all things). His boobs, being sore and needing support, were also a new fact of life, as were the waddle in his step and the need for proper hair maintenance and the prospect of wearing feminine clothing and makeup. He had experience in these, at least, but it was all so much harder being a woman. The fact that Emma had a pregnancy check up soon only made the reality of his new situation all the more real.
Of course, Francis never expected his son and son’s friend to end up womanised either. He helped Max deal with having longer hair, with bras and the like, and Emma pitched in as well. Their marriage was going through a difficult stretch at the moment, but they were still a team and still cared deeply for poor Max, so they both helped their son adjust to being a woman, hoping that this New Normal wouldn’t last long.
Unfortunately for Max, there was no end in sight, yet. His big, leaky boobs continued to be a) boobs, b), big, and c) leaky. It was astonishing how big they were, in fact. When they were full - which was often, given how much he could feel that weird prickly sensation of them filling up straight after pumping - they went up a whole cup size, from already huge G-cups to H-cups. He hadn’t even known such a size existed prior to this, but it felt like having two big sandbags attached to his chest, big and pert and round and constantly pneumatic, no matter how little he moved or how supportive a bra supposedly was. When he went to the shower and stripped off he would often cup them, and the flesh would overflow the palm of his hands easily. He literally had to do that ‘sexy’ pose where he covered them with his forearms, and even then he was still showing lots of side boob, underboob, and cleavage. They were impossible to hide, because at their biggest they were almost as big as his damn head! Each!
And that wasn’t even getting into the need to constantly pump, or how annoyingly, weirdly pleasant the sensation of being relieved of milk was. It wasn’t getting into the humiliation of peeing sitting down, or having to do one’s hair, or being looked at with interest, lust, and even condemnation (from other women) when he was brave enough to leave the house. There was no hiding his big tits, nor how perfectly formed they were despite their size, and so being catcalled or looked at with attraction from many men on the street was another new feeling for Max.
“Great,” he griped while heading to catch up with Cori for brunch. “Now I have to deal with the construction work chatter too!”
This was in response to him being catcalled as ‘A big, busty girl!’ by one workman, while another shouted ‘I’d love to have a go on those big mommy milkers!’
But when he caught up with Cori to discuss their situation, a sort of daily venting session of sorts, he was always surprised to find the new blonde girl so damn chipper.
“Oh man, your tits look great in that shirt!” she exclaimed when they caught up for coffee and donuts. “Seriously, you look hot as, dude!”
Max just sighed. “I wish I didn’t. Seriously, I just pumped an hour and a half ago and I already feel these things filling up. I swear, I don’t need to order my coffee with cream anymore.”
“You mean you’ve actually tasted it?” Cori said, leaning forward and very interested.
“No! Dude, no way! Are you serious?”
Cori just giggled. “Well, I would have tried just a little. Have you masturbated yet?”
Max looked around, embarrassed, but no one was listening. They were the only ones in the outdoors area of the cafe, primarily to avoid the gaze of the high school aged boys inside. Why hadn’t he worn a less tight shirt?
“Of course I have,” he hissed. “Just the once. Just to . . . see. We don’t have to talk about this.”
“Wait, you’ve only done it just the once? Man, you are wasting your time as a woman. I bet those big milkers are super sensitive. Hell, my little boobies drive me crazy. I can’t stop touching myself.”
Max groaned, placing his head on the table dramatically. “This is not the conversation I want to have, Cori. We didn’t talk about masturbation before and we don’t have to talk about it now.”
“Well, you’ve got to admit that the orgasms are pretty crazy.”
“If I do, can we talk about how to reverse all of this?”
“Sure!”
Max raised his head. “Then yes, the orgasms aren’t bad. I also want to be a man again instead of a big, busty, top-heavy cow! The only saving grace is that I’m not pregnant like my Dad.”
Cori bit her lip, unsure how to proceed but unable to stop herself from commenting out of fascination. “Yeah, I wonder what it feels like? You know, to have a baby growing inside you. Must be pretty, uh, crazy. But not all bad, right?”
Max raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding? Dad looks like he hardly gets any sleep while Mom is chipper as a squirrel right now. It does not look fun.”
“Oh.”
The silence extended.
“So, there’s a thing we’re not talking about,” Cori said, breaking it after some sips of coffee. She put some long blonde hair behind her ear, and Max noticed how utterly feminine the action was. His friend was still wearing a sort of summer dress, bright blue and very cute to match her eyes, that Aunt Lily had made her wear the other day. It made him frown: he himself was just wearing a plain green shirt and jeans. Even then, they showed off his voluptuous figure more than he’d desired; his tits looked like damn honeydews.
“Y-yeah,” he said, bringing his mind back to the discussion at hand. “I guess so. One of us might have to stay as a woman.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
The ‘yeah’ing continued a few more times before they both gave an awkward chuckle.
“Look, neither of us can accept that, right?” Max said. “I mean, this isn’t your fault especially; the magic wasn’t even meant to target you! But at the same time, there is no way I’m going to be stuck as a lactating lady for the rest of my life. I talked to Valentina, and after pressing her she told me that I might not stop making milk until I’m like forty five! You know, when the eggs are all dried up!”
Cori nodded, sympathetic. “Of course, man, I would never let you stay as a woman. It’s not fair to you at all.” She bit her tongue briefly. Part of her really just wanted to tell his friend that being stuck as a woman herself might not be the worst thing, but even she wasn’t sure if that was true or not. She’d only been a woman a little over two weeks, and while she was still excited as ever to experience fetishes she’d never known she possessed, she wasn’t stupid. Being a woman was more than just excitement over having boobs, masturbating, and dreaming about pregnancy from ‘the other side.’ She too had been catcalled twice, had felt small when walking in the mall and moving aside for larger men, and had at least one guy try to talk down to her at Games’R’Us. She talked his ear off about her superior knowledge, but the sexism sucked. And yet . . . something about her new state still felt right to her. She needed more time to decide, and certainly couldn’t admit anything yet.
“We’ll just have to pin our hopes on your Aunt cooking something up,” she said weakly.
“Agreed,” Max said. “I mean, I can’t exactly be on the soccer team with these massive girls flopping all about. And that’s not even getting into the problem of having a girlfriend.”
“Lesbians do exist, dude.”
“Yeah, and that’s the problem,” Max said. “I’m not one of them. I’m in-between.”
He was hinting at something, wondering if Cori would respond to it. The last week or so, Max had slowly come to realise even further that women definitely had no attraction to his new body. Something about Valentina’s chaotic magic had left his sexual orientation in chaos . . . which meant that now he was a woman, he had difficulty not gazing at a nice set of male forearms and shoulders. Hell, he’d watched a superhero film just the other day, and the shirtless scene with the male lead had made him lean forward and his nipples tense . . . leading to a spilling incident. Still, when he’d masturbated just that one time (second time, actually, not that he’d admit it), the thought of the shirtless lead kept popping into his mind. He still liked women, of course, and in fact had successfully masturbated to them too, but the tilt was more to men at the moment. It had made seeing Cori really strange, because Max was trying to ignore not only how hot her friend was, but how hot her male entourage was as well.
Cori had long since accepted this part of herself, however. She was self-pleasuring herself as obsessively as she had as a man, and her thoughts were constantly about what it would be like for a man to shoot his seed inside her, impregnating her. But she too wasn’t about to admit this, and with her mind already going elsewhere, she didn’t catch the implication of Max’s words at all.
“Well, neither am I!” she declared, giggling. “A lesbian, I mean. Like, if I’m being completely honest, your huge hooters are a massive turn on to me right now just as much as these hot guys are. I’ve been wanting to, like, say it for a while, but it’s obviously just the magic.”
Max blushed, staring at her friend’s pretty face and gorgeous petite figure.
“You think I’m hot?”
“Of course! I’m seriously so bi right now, it’s crazy. I almost want to put my face in your big boobies, but I know we’d both find that super weird, right! Ha ha! You can’t blame me right, former guy here and all. Haha!”
It was quite the over the top, fake laugh. Cori realised she had perhaps overstepped, especially from Max’s confused expression. She raised her cup in a cheers.
“So here’s to finding a way to figure this all out!”
Max frowned a little, but raised his cup nonetheless for the requisite cheers. The moment the cups collided, both former men had a realisation.
For Max, it was obvious. He would not, repeat not, accept being stuck as a woman. He would never give up, never surrender, just like that quote from Cori’s sci-fi movie. If he was finding Cori quite sexy at the moment, it was purely because his male ego was clinging on, and that had to be a good sign.
For Cori, it was entirely the opposite. Screw the fear, screw any chance that she might not hack it as a woman. She was happier and more excited about the future than ever. If she couldn’t admit to others her desire to stay a woman, then she would find a way to live out her greatest fantasy, before it was too late.
***
It was night, and Cori was back in her room, this time doing a bit of online shopping. Quite a bit, in fact. For one, she really wanted some outfits that suited her body type a lot better. A lot sexier, in fact. And for two, she was also looking into further magical treatments.
The fertility kind of treatments.
“This better be legit,” she muttered to herself as she looked over the various listings. She’d done a hefty amount of research that day already, trying to figure out what the best sites were for acquiring magical talismans, whether second-hand ones still had their residual magic, what effects could be permanent or not, and so forth. There were also dozens of fake websites simply there to grift people who wanted to become witches despite lacking the talent, as well as fake witchcraft websites. Cori had sent an innocent message to Lily about her research, and Lily had helpfully warned her away from the biggest ones, and to “leave magic to the professionals.” It had helped whittle down the options considerably, as well as pointed Cori to some of the dark web listings also.
“Just one fertility charm,” she said, drinking from some mountain dew. “And not the fertility goddess, kind. I know how that monkey paw shit works.”
She didn’t, of course, and would be the first to admit it, but she was well aware that she wanted to dip her toes into the possibility of getting herself pregnant. It would be just temporary, right? Perhaps magic that could even just simulate it, no baby required! Or she could have it transferred to someone else after some fun, then be a man again . . . if she really had to. Either way, her excitement was getting ahead of her.
“Just one charm that could up my chances . . .”
And then found it. It was on a dark web site called The Arcane Shadow, and according to all the research she’d done, this could be the real deal. It could also, of course, simply be a simulacrum of the real thing, or a second-hand piece with only vestigial remains of magic in it. But here was her best bet: an emerald necklace that supposedly could enhance the fertility of female wearer, as well as boosting the virility of the male she coupled with to hopefully produce a child.
Be Warned, said the listing tag. This item is genuine magic. It should be worn only by one who wishes to increase their fertility, and the seller takes no responsibility if the item is given away or presented to someone without this vital information, even if an unwanted pregnancy follows. Additionally, once a woman finds herself impregnated thanks to this necklace, it is advised that the pregnancy is followed through to its end. Magic compels life to flourish, being part of all stages of life and inherent in all things. A transferral of the pregnancy may be possible but attempts to terminate the blessing of fertility entirely may have unforeseen consequences.
Cori bit her lip. Was it worth it? Really, just what the hell was she doing anyway?”
“How much is this thing even . . . holy shit, three thousand bucks? Seriously? That’s like, all of my savings!”
Cori didn’t exactly work much. Her shifts down at the Ocean Monk breakfast and brunch place were few and far between, only filling in for coworkers. She hadn’t even debuted her new self there. She couldn’t possibly justify this purpose. Particularly since the necklace was only good for one month of greatly increased fertility.
“It’s not worth it,” she said, shutting down the window. “No way.”
But then a thought occurred. Max’s witch aunt had said that the one who had to remain female would get a big payout. A really big payout, in fact. And she wasn’t exactly lacking for money, being a Hollywood witch on big productions. Which meant . . .
“Fuck it,” she declared, reopening the window. “And fuck me . . . pregnant!”
She ordered the item before she had a chance to think about it again. And just for the hell of it, she ordered it with expedited shipping.
“Let’s get me knocked up yesterday,” the new woman said, grinning from ear to ear and giggling in her new bubbly manner. She cupped her small breasts and pushed them together, already getting sexually excited at the possibility. “And let’s make these little boobs of mine way, way bigger, and my belly too while we’re at it!”
She still even had a little money left. Cori decided to have some fun on the bed imagining she was preggers, then order a few sexy dresses to kit herself out in.
If she was going to get knocked up, she needed to start upping her sexy game. A hot pink cocktail dress would do nicely, she thought . . .
***
Lily was gone, travelling back to Los Angeles to fulfil a job and look for help with the reversal spell at the same time. With his sister out of town, Francis was back at home for the weekend with his wife, sitting on the couch and very much feeling like a potato.
“I can help with making lunch, you know!” he called out in his sweet Rose voice to the kitchen.
Emma just turned and smirked at him somewhat teasingly. “Oh no, you stay right there, honey! You need all the rest you can get!”
“Don’t condescend, Emma. I just need a moment for - nngh! - for this little baby of ours to stop shifting around.”
Indeed, his belly was going crazy. He knew the third trimester was full-on, but seeing just how distorted his stomach was becoming and feeling it at the same time was on another level. It was like the kid was trying to pull a full on Alien chestburster - another film series his sister had worked on for magical special effects.
Emma stepped away from the kitchen, her hands on her hips. She looked much freer without her big belly, and was strutting her stuff happily. She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at her ultra-pregnant husband.
“Are you sure? Or are you just trying to prove something, since you once told me that it shouldn’t be a ‘big deal’ for me to make lunch when I was this pregnant.”
Francis grimaced. He did remember saying something like that.
“You really stepped in it, Dad,” Max murmured from across the room. He was sitting in a sofa chair, a very loose shirt concealing the milk pumps that were draining his full breasts, and with a PS Vita in his hands. It had been a present from Lily, as part of an apology, and garnished from Valentina’s apprentice wages to boot.
“Oh, shush, son,” Francis muttered. “This is between your mother and me.”
“Then can’t you move? I really don’t want to keep listening to you two argue. It’s hard enough dealing with two to three milkings a day without having my parents on the verge of divorce.”
“WE ARE NOT DIVORCING!” the pair shouted at the same time, matching in feminine chorus. It was enough to even get Francis’ baby to finally be still in his womb.
“Woah, okay, fine,” Max grumbled. “Can you ‘not divorce’ in another room, then?”
“That’s . . . not a bad idea,” Emma said, looking over to Francis. The new pregnant woman was struggling not to contain fresh tears in her eyes, and failing badly. He put his hands on his face, trying to hide them, but the pregnancy hormones were too much, and soon he was quietly sobbing.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled. “These f-freaking hormones.”
Emma sighed, and extended a hand to him.
“I know what that’s like,” she said. “C’mon. I’ll help you up. We’ll talk upstairs.”
Francis took it, and followed her up, still trying to get ahold of himself. He followed Emma up to their room, still sniffling and generally feeling pathetic. She closed the door and gently led him to the bed where he sat, his round dome sitting on his thighs and giving his back a break from the brief journey.
“There there,” she said, rubbing his shoulder as she sat next to him. “There, there. It’ll be okay, Francis.”
“I kn-know. I’m j-just so f-fucking emotional. Sorry, I don’t usually swear.”
“Trust me, that’s why I had a bit of a potty mouth. I recall you not liking that either.”
“Great, like I needed another reminder of what a terrible husband I am.”
Emma paused her little combined shoulder massage and reassurance.
“Francis, I sympathise with you. You know I do. I’ve literally been in yours shoes, twice! But you must understand why I’m angry and sniping. You bring your sister here knowing that I don’t like magic. It’s so unpredictable, and it turns out I had even better reason not to trust it than I thought: our son and his best friend are stuck as women, and you’ve ended up carrying our baby! And let’s not forget the other thing, the one that hurts the deepest.”
“Rose,” he said, managing to collect himself. He huddled his hands around his belly, as if protecting it, or hiding behind it.
“Rose,” she repeated. She spent a moment fixing up her blonde hair and putting it over her shoulder, trying to find the right words to say. “Francis, I just feel so betrayed.”
“I would never betray you, Emma. Even with all of this, I love you.”
She smiled wanly. “I know that, and I would never doubt your love. But now it seems like our relationship was built on a lie. You knew everything about me before I even met you. You came to me as Rose, cultivated a friendship when I was lonely-”
“I didn’t know you were having a hard time.”
“You would have, if you had remained my friend, or simply become my boyfriend from the start. Without the manipulation. Instead, I lost a friend, and that made me tumble deeper into your arms; even when you were the same person in the end! The point is, you exploited me. You may not have seen it that way, but you did. I’ve always loved the story of how we met, and how you encouraged me to get out of my shell again, to be social again. And how it was like we instantly clicked and you knew everything about me. Now I know why, and it rings . . . false. The love is real, but the respect for me as a person has been damaged.”
Francis bit his lip and took a deep breath; he needed to, because being so pregnant meant that he was out of breath. How did women stand it?
“We weren’t just friends, when I was Rose, you might remember.”
Emma actually snorted, laughing somewhat bitterly. “Oh yes, that. The experimentation.”
“It was more than that to me. I think it was for you, too. It was a fling, at least. We made out. We had . . . well, it wasn’t quite sex, but it was close. And we had dates.”
“Yeah, and then it all simmered, and then you disappeared.”
“But it was something. A connection before I ever came into your life as Francis. Something genuine.”
Emma sighed. “Perhaps. I guess we’ll never know how things could have gone.”
A few more tears bubbled in Francis’ eyes. He felt like a mess, and certainly looked it by this point. “I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but never found the time. I guess I was a coward. I shouldn’t have lied to you all these years, and I’m not just saying that because this little gremlin is seriously kicking my bladder right now.”
The pair chuckled, and Emma prompted her feminised and impregnated husband to go on.
“I didn’t expect to stay as Rose as long as I did. Lily offered it as a freebie. Well, I went to her, like I said, but she thought it was a short thing too. But then we formed this connection, and I was afraid of breaking it by becoming a man again. I was just going to have fun as Rose. Sort of . . . suss out the details on you, I guess. But then I had so much fun as Rose. Being a girl actually came pretty naturally to me, and the more I got to know you as Rose, the more I realised I didn’t just want to have sex with you. I wanted to be with you, because I was falling in love with you. And then, after we made out, I knew I had to turn back immediately. I felt like a real creep, just like you thought of me when this all came out, but I was so in love that I didn’t want to risk anything. So I guess I hid the truth. And I knew you didn’t like magic, so I didn’t want to drive a wedge that way.”
Slowly, Emma placed her arms around him, and Francis fell into them, comforted by his wife’s strength. Their baby kicked, and he automatically lowered her hands in a reversal of their usual position, allowing her to feel the little squirming motions inside his womb.
“I forgive you,” Emma said, kissing him softly on his cheek.
“Th-thank you,” he said, trying desperately not to cry again.
“You know, I sometimes still fantasise about that one night ‘Rose’ and I had together.”
Francis turned to look at his wife’s cheerful smirk. “You did? You do?”
“Oh, yes. I wouldn’t tell my husband, of course. It was just a silly little thing. I loved him. I still do. But I feel a lot less guilty now that it turns out I was subconsciously connecting the two of you.”
“I guess that’s better?”
Emma purred, in that way she got when they had ‘special time’ for one another, when Max was elsewhere. She slowly began to raise her hands off of his bump and over his engorged chest, sliding them in such a way as to elicit a pleasurable moan from Francis, who was surprised by the motion.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Like I said, I always imagined what it would be like to make love with Rose again. Why don’t we?”
“N-now?”
“Have you got something better to do? You’re still attracted to me, right?”
Francis looked at his beautiful wife. “Very,” he said.
She grinned. “And Max has his headphone on by now, I bet. So let’s have a bit of fun.”
She began to play with Francis’ chest again, and this time he moaned again, louder. His hands slid over her even as she laid him back more carefully, lifting his shirt so she could kiss his naked, rounded belly. The extra weight was weird, and he couldn’t stay on his back for long, but for now, he automatically spread his legs so she could remove his panties.
“Mhmm, I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.
“Just b-be careful. It’s, uh, sort of my first time . . . at least in quite a while.”
“It’s okay,” Emma replied. “Think of it as a little college experimentation again.”
The two came together to make love, awkwardly at first, but increasingly with further confidence. Francis was nervous about experience female pleasure again, but was encouraged by the way his wife took charge, helping him remove his maternity dress and then remove his bra. His large breasts drooped a little, but then she laid him back and sucked on his nipples, making him shiver as their sensitivity spiked. Small droplets of pre-milk formed from their ends, and she lapped them up. He had to clutch his belly to control himself, and his fingers found his way to her underwear as she removed her top and trousers.
“Mhmmh, I’m already wet for you, how about that?” she said. “I guess I’ve still got it. Do you want it too, Francis?”
He nodded eagerly, feeling that old familiar wetness in his womanhood. He parted his legs again as her fingers began to rub and slide against his opening.
“Mhmm, ohhhhh, you can c-call me R-Rose, if you w-want.”
“Are you sure?”
Francis nodded. “I think - I think we’d b-both like that, right?”
“I think we would . . . Rose.”
Being called by his old female name was strangely intoxicating, and made Francis more exciting. The awkwardness ceased between them, and soon he was on his side, his naked belly rubbing against Emma’s flat stomach, the pair making love passionately, kissing and caressing and always returning their fingers to one another. Francis was overcome by it, but the awkwardness of the belly made climax impossible until Emma made them switch positions. She sat against the headboard and he placed his bigger rear between her legs, lying back against her so that she could cup and play with his enormous, heavy breasts with one hand and caress his swollen clitoris with the other.
“Oh G-God, that’s b-better!” he moaned, writhing. “That’s - oh sh-shit! Ohhhhh, f-fuck, I need this! I’m s-so close!”
“God, you do sound like a college girl, Rose!” Emma said, laughing even as she brought him closer. “Did you not mature your persona!”
“I’m just - ahhh - really f-fucking pregnant and horny right now, goddamn it. Don’t - ahhh - judge!”
“No judging, then! But let’s take you all the way. I want to hear you cum, Rose.”
“Ohhhh, n-now who’s sounding like a college - MMHHHHHMPHH!”
Francis had to cover her mouth to stop from squealing, and in that moment she really did feel like a she, because the orgasm she experienced rocked her to her core. Her breasts radiated pleasure, sending pulses of bliss through her form even as her vagina tensed from the sheer level of stimulation.
It took a while to come back down from it, and when she did, she turned her neck so that Emma could kiss her.
“Feel like a woman now?” Emma asked.
“V-very,” Francis answered. “Wow, very.”
“Good. Glad we got to get some closure on this whole Rose thing.”
“Does this mean I can get Lily to change us back? We both have to consent, remember.”
“Pffft, after all that pleasure I just gave you? Think again, buster. You still owe me, big time.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yep. You wanted to help me in any way possible. I forgive you for the Rose thing. In time, I think I’ll even be able to see the romance in it. But you still have to help me with my burden, and right now, I see how you can do that. You’re using the maternity leave this time, honey: I already did one baby.”
Francis groaned, placing her head back into the cleft of her wife’s neck.
“You want me to give birth? That’s terrifying!”
“Oh no, poor you, having to deal with what women everywhere go through.”
Francis snorted, despite himself. He was regaining his male sense of self, but combining it with the feminine a little more. He ran his fingers - her fingers, whatever he felt like at that moment - over his taut dome, marvelling at it.
“If that’s what I have to do, then so be it. I’m just glad we’ve made up.”
Emma kissed him again. “Me too.”
To Be Continued . . .
Comments
Silverstrike
Why do I get the feeling that Cori is just going to make it worse? Like both of them getting knocked up with her experimenting…
JohnnyOrc
Cori would probably find that even more arousing.
ender8343
Um, Cori you are magically entangled with someone else. Your little charm could affect both of you or make the entanglement even messier.
