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Our Lesbian Pregnancies [Trans Pregnancy TG]
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 00:45:43 +0000 UTCFor theconstant23
Ada is a trans woman torn between wanting to get her wife pregnant before transitioning and the body she craves. Willow is tired of seeing her beloved suffer and decides to take matters into her own hands and use magic to get them pregnant, but the spell has some unforeseen, and welcome, side effects.
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Ada stared over Willow’s shoulder, resting her chin on her wife's dark hair as they waited. Both of them had their eyes glued to the tiny window that would decide their future, and Ada held her breath. The little blue negative sign made her heart sink, and she moved away without a word.
“Ada…”
“What’s the point?”
“We can try again. It’s not your fault, honey.”
“Of course it is.”
Ada flopped down on their couch and put her head in her hands. She could feel the contours of her face, still too sharp and hard for her liking. She’d been on hormones for months now, but there hadn't been much change. She’d always known she’d been born into the wrong body, but it had taken years for her to build up the courage to truly admit it to anybody other than herself. Coming out as trans had only made life harder, of course; her family had cut her off, her friends slowly drifted either due to prejudice or awkwardness, and she’d had nobody.
But then Willow came into her life; a beautiful, goth witch woman with a loving smile and eyes like sapphires. She didn’t care that Ada still looked male, or that she was transitioning; she loved her all the same. Willow had been the one bright spark in her life for so long, all she wanted to do was pay her back with the thing she wanted most. A baby.
For the first time in her life, being physically male had been a blessing; her hormones were taking too long to change her, and surgery was years away with the waitlist as long as it was. They may as well get her pregnant before Ada was totally female. But of course, she couldn't even do that right.
“We’ll try again next month.” Willow soothed, wrapping her long arms around her wife. “It’ll happen.”
“I’m just a glorified man in a dress right now,” Ada muttered. “I wish I could at least make use of it.”
“That’s not true; you’re beautiful.” Willow insisted.
Ada gave her a sad smile; she meant it, Ada knew that, but somehow that made it all the worse. Willow was gorgeous; with alabaster skin and jet black hair, with those bright blue eyes that shone in the light. She also had a gorgeous hourglass figure that made Ada’s heart ache with jealousy. She was the ultimate woman, all hips and breasts and delicate features.
Willow ran a sharp, red nail down the side of Ada’s face and pulled her in for a deep, sensual kiss. Willow was the best kisser in the world; she made Ada feel like she was the only other woman on the planet sometimes. She returned the gesture but stiffened as Willow’s hands came to rest on her jeans. All she could think about was how thin her hips were, with none of the lovely shapes to grip Willow had.
“I’m going to my coven meeting,” Willow said with a sigh as they pulled apart. “Why don't you come with me? You know you’re always welcome.”
“Magic just… isn't my thing.” Ada lied, and Willow shook her head.
“You’re always asking about it; I keep telling you my sisters will accept you.”
“It’s a woman-only coven.”
“And you are a woman.”
“Not in the ways that count.” Ada laughed bitterly. “I still get called ‘sir’ sometimes, and I can’t get pregnant. I can’t even get you pregnant. So I can't do the one useful thing a man can!”
Willow pressed her forehead to Ada’s and took a deep breath, which Ada mirrored.
“No more talking like that? Alright? You’re my beautiful wife, and I won't hear you talking about yourself like that.”
Ada let out a long, slow breath.
“You’re right; feeling sorry for myself isn't going to change anything.”
“Exactly. now, I am off to my meeting. Unless you need me to stay?”
She would, too. Willow was caring like that, but Ada shook her head.
“No, you go. Have fun.”
Willow gave her another kiss on the cheek before heading for the front door. Her long black dress swayed with the movement of her hips and Ada felt another stab of jealousy. When the door closed she slowly walked back to their bedroom and opened the closet. She had a mixture of male and female clothing still, but she always felt awkward in her more feminine outfits.
They felt right on her skin, but every time she looked in the mirror, it was like wearing them only drew attention to how masculine her body still was. Ada pressed her lips together and kicked off her jeans;determined to take Willow’s words to heart; no more feeling sorry for herself. The memory of that long dress swishing in her mind she grabbed a long, flowing black skirt and stepped inside.
As usual, the flowing fabric felt instantly more comfortable than her jeans. But the waistband was slightly loose. Thanks to her hormones, her hips had widened slightly, but not by much. She turned and stood in the mirror; the skirt flowed straight down, with no natural curve.
“One day,” She whispered to herself. “One day you’ll have the perfect body, and you’ll be a mother.”
She placed a hand on her smooth stomach.
“Even if it's not the way you wish it could be.”
Ada let her eyes closed and imagined what it would be like to have her belly swell. To cary a baby to term and actually give birth. Of course, Willow would have to be the one to carry their child, if she could even get her pregnant, that is. She would look beautiful carrying their child. That would just have to be enough.
~
The scent of earth and herbs hung in the air as Willow stepped into Maris’ house. As the current coven mother she always held their meeting at her home. She didn;t ned to knock, Maris opened the door before she could even raise her hand. Her kind eyes, always sharp yet warm, twinkled as she smiled.
“Willow, darling, come in,” Maris said softly, stepping aside to allow her sister into the warmth of the house.
Willow smiled back, her heart felt lighter being here. The floor of the house was scattered with woven rugs, and the scent of lavender and sage was thick in the air. The other sisters were already there, whispering amongst themselves excitedtly.
Lira, the newest member, was tending a small alter at the back of the room. Her long red hair in tangles behind her. The altar was decorated with candles, crystals, fresh flowers, and small bowls filled with herbs. Willow’s eyes narrowed; she wasn;t familiar with this particular combination.
“What are you all preparing for? I didn't realise we had a ritual tonight.”
Lira bounced on her toes, and the other women smiled knowingly.
“It is a ritual for you and Ada.” Maris answered. “One to help you conceive a child.”
The breath caught in Willow’s throat. Of course, she had told her sisters all about their troubles; about how Ada was torn between going on stronger hormones to speed up her transition and wanting to stop entirely so they could get pregnant.
“There is magic for that?” She whispered. “I had no idea.”
“It’s old, and untested for many generations,” Waris said seriously. “But you and Ada love one another, and it pains us all to see you suffering.”
Lira came and placed a hand on Willow’s shoulder.
“Not to mention, poor Ada is still stuck in a body that feels wrong. She deserves to get the one she wants, sooner rather than later. Maybe then she will come and join!”
“I keep telling her she’s welcome now, but I think she wants to wait until she’s a “real” woman.” Willow sighed, using air quotes around the word ‘real’, it didn;t matter how many times she told Ada she was a real woman, she never truly believed it. All because of what nature put between her legs. It was cruel.
“Maybe this will give her the hope she needs.” Willow smiled sadly. “I just want her to be happy.”
One of the other sisters examined the altar and nodded.
“The herbs are ready, and the moon will be out soon. We have everything we need.”
Willow gave a tight smile in return, then followed Maris’ lead to the centre of their circle. A small, beautiful round stone was handed to her by one of the other sisters before they all took their places, seated around her.
“Hold the stone against your stomach and picture Ada in your mind,” Maris instructed.
She did so, and felt a strange heat emanating from it. The stone pulsed with magic, almost like a beat. Maris stood before the altar, acting as a conduit for the items placed there, and began to speak.
“Willow, tonight, we prepare the way for new life to take root within you. But before we begin, know that the journey of motherhood is not only about bringing a child into the world. It is a path of transformation—for you, for Ada, and for this child. The magic we perform tonight will help guide you on that path.”
The women in the circle, hands raised, began their chant in unison, the words flowing from their mouths in a rhythm that felt both timeless and powerful. As they spoke, the room seemed to shimmer with the energy of their combined magic. The candles flickered brighter, their flames swaying with the rhythm of the chant.
Lira stepped forward and took the bowl from the altar and anointed Willow’s skin with a mixture of honey and cinnamon, symbols of fertility and sweetness. The scent filled the room, warm and comforting. Lira stood beside her, gently pressing a small crystal to her belly. The pulsing seemed to change, the rhythm of it syncing with her own heart. She pictured Ada clearly in her mind and visualised them all together, her, her wife and their baby.
The chanting came to an end, and the warmth drained from the stone. Willow could feel it moving from the crystal into her belly, then her womb. It was the strangest sensation, feeling so much spiritual and magical energy coiling inside her.
“I…I think it worked!” She gasped.
There was definitely something there, a feeling she couldn’t explain. Tears sprung to her eyes; she was going to be a mother! She and Ada were finally going to have their baby! Then suddenly, there was a strange pushing sensation inside her womb. It felt like it was stretching, even expanding. The rest of the coven gasped in shock as her belly began to grow before their very eyes. She winced as lightning shaped stretch marks appeared on her skin, but the pain and marks were well worth it if it meant her baby was growing.
Willow placed a hand on her belly and felt the skin stretching beneath her fingertips. Her dress began to bunch slightly, and she was thankful it was loose enough to keep her dignity. After a minute, the growing stopped; she wasn't heavily pregnant yet, but a tiny flutter inside told her there was definitely a baby present.
“It worked! It looks like you skipped the whole first trimester!” Lira cried. “Amazing!”
“I can feel them…you all…thank you.” Willow gently curled her arms around her precious bump. “I can't wait to tell Ada, she’ll be thrilled.”
“And now she can speed up her transition!” Maris smiled. “You will be the most beautiful family.
“I should go and tell her!”
“First, let me do some checks,” Maris insisted. “Just to make sure you and the baby are well, then you can go home and tell your wife the good news.”
~
Ada stretched out on the couch and tried to relax. Her stomach was churning and for once she couldn’t put it down to nerves. She sank deeper into the cushions, her eyes half-closed, feeling the gentle weight of her body as she exhaled a slow breath. She liked to do this when she was feeling self conscious; close her eyes and focus on the things that had changed with her body. She already had a bit of extra junk in the trunk, she could feel it pressing down on the couch cushions. And there was an undeniably tenderness in her chest that might signal the beginning of her breasts.
One day, they would grow, and her figure would come in. Everything would be perfect. Well, almost perfect. Her family would never accept her, but at least she’d have Willow. It was strange; her mother and father disowned her when they found out their strapping young son wasn't actually the boy they’d raised. It was cruel and yet…Ada missed them. She missed the Sunday dinners and the quiet, unspoken knowledge that if something bad happened, her parents would be there to help, even if all they could do was offer a kind word here or there.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread through her body. It started at her fingertips and radiated up her arms, swirling around her chest, then down her spine and legs. Ada froze, her heart beginning to race. What was happening? The sensation felt... strange, yet not unpleasant. Her breath hitched in her throat. The feeling intensified, like a vibration moving through her very bones and then out into her muscles and skin.
“W-what’s happening?”
Her stomach churned again. It was as though her body was being rearranged, as if something deep inside was shifting. She stretched out her legs, the skirt feel back down as her limb raised in the air and she watched in fascination as it reshaped like clay. The hair she so diligently tried to keep under control with shaving was disappearing entirely. The shape of her legs seemed to change too, becoming softer and more curvaceous.
“What?”
Ada reached out to run her fingers along her leg only to stop in shock, her arm was pressing against her breast. A breast that definitely hadn’t been there before. She blinked in shock and watched, mouth agape, as her shirt began to fill out. Two beautiful, natural breasts swelled into existence and a she could feel something similar happening to her butt.
She stood up from the couch, stumbling a little as her balance shifted, her hips swaying more than she expected. Wobbling slightly, she stumbled back to the bedroom and looked in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall, and for a long moment, she couldn’t speak. The reflection…it was her. Not her normal self, but the person she had always wanted to be on the inside.
She was a full woman without any trace of masculine features. Her skin glowed, her features soft and delicate. The subtle but unmistakable changes were undeniable.
But it wasn’t just her appearance. As she stepped closer to the mirror, she noticed something else. A swell at her stomach, it was slight, but unmistakable. Ada’s breath caught again, this time for a different reason. Her hands instinctively moved to her belly with a sense fo wonder.
“Am I…pregnant?”
As if in reply there was a slight flutter from inside her; like butterfly wings. It was the sort of thing she would have brushed off before but now…now it felt real. Ada wasn;t sure how long she stood in front of that mirror admiring her new feminine form, taking in all the details and revelling in the lack of weight between her legs. But the moment was broken somewhat by the sound of her phone ringing. The caller ID made her jaw drop: Mom.
“H-hello?” She whispered.
“Ada! How are you, sweetheart?”
“Fine…?”
Her mother never called her by her new name, only ever her deadname, and she was never this light and breezy. What on Earth was happening?
“Fine? Is that all? You’re pregnant, honey. I am sure you have more to report than that.”
“I…think I felt a kick.”
The conversation felt so wonderful, yet so strange. Her mother wasn;t angry, or making any snide remarks. In fact, she was being just as loving as she had been when Ada was growing up as a boy. Her eyes found the photos on the wall and marvelled; there were pictures of her wedding to Willow. But in these, she looked like she did now; female from top to toe and her parents stood in the crowd, beaming with pride.
Ada had no idea how to explain it, but somehow she had the life of her dreams; she was a cisgendered woman and apparently, always had been. The door opened and in walked Willow; her eyes widened immediately as she looked Ada up and down and Ada felt her jaw drop for the third time in a single evening.
“S-sorry Mom, I have to go. Willow just got home.”
She hung up, and Willow shook her head in disbelief.
“That was your mom? She never calls!”
“I know…but I think something happened. I’m…me. Finally.”
The last word came out half choked as Ada tried to hold back a sob of relief. It felt so good to finally be her true self.
“The ritual… I guess I visualised you a little too well.” Said Willow, not sounding regretful. “The coven and I, we did something tonight.”
She slowly removed her coat to reveal her own pregnant belly.
“I guess we got a little extra luck.”
“Do you think we’ll go into labour together?’
“I hope so.”
“What an odd story for twins.”
Willow giggled, then started to laugh. It was infectious. The two women burst into uncontrollable laughter as all the emotions of he night swelled together. Eventually, Willow opened her arms, and Ada jumped into them gladly. They held each other close, their pregnant bellies pressed together in utter happiness. Ada had her true body, two babies, her wife and her family back. She couldn’t ask for more.
Comments
The Spiralled Eye
I love doing sweet stuff like this from time to time
The Spiralled Eye
Glad you enjoyed it!
theconstant23
You did such a great job with the prompt!
Blaze
Awwwwwwww, this is adorable
