You and Skylar make out for what seems like hours. But abruptly, she takes her lips off yours. It was pretty disappointing to say the least, but you could tell she was enjoying it as much, or even more, than you were.
“What’s wrong?” You ask her, you hand leaving her butt as she backs away, “Skylar?”
“Yeah yeah... I’m fi- OUGH!!” Mid sentence, her body jerks forwards, archin her back. You see her stomach grow outwards, stretching her tank top. You’d seen enough bodies get fat today, including your own, this wasn’t the same. Skylar’s belly was getting bigger and rounder, nothing else about her changing. The tank stop slowly beginning to lift. Her belly button was revealed. You watch as her belly button all of a sudden pops, sticking out instead of in. That’s when it hit you,
“Oh my god, Skylar you’re becoming pregnant!”
“What!?” She yells back at you, her hands holding her growing belly, “but I don’t wanna be pregnant! How did... did you wish for this!?”
“No, of course not!” You reply, freaking out, “and you obviously didn’t do it... how did... who did...” then it hits you, “Mia.”
You open the door and walk out, you grab Skylar and she follows you, the centre of gravity is not completely to her belly. It’s still growing, at this rate she was going to give birth within the next few minutes. You had to move fast. You helped her down the stairs, not even acknowledging the kitchen, you storm into the living the room where Mia is. As expected, she’s sitting on the ground, notebook in hand, scribbling away. She looks different than how you’d left her. She look around your age... or rather your age before the wishes. She looked 16. Her clothes fitted nicely. Her breasts seemed larger than Skylar’s when she was 16, but you couldn’t tell if that was because of writing or not. She had a face full of makeup too. She was pretty attractive looking, but the fact that you knew she was a tween made you not see her as such,
“It worked!” She squeaked with delight, “she’s pregnant!”
“Fix her,” you say, not joking around, “now.”
Mia’s face looks disappointed, “c’mon... I’m just playing around. It’s not every day you get to become pregnant in like... 2 minutes or something,”
“Make her stop growing!” You demand,
“Umm... she has stopped growing,” she giggles, you look around. She does appear to have stopped. Her belly is pretty big. She was without a doubt pregnant,
“Tell her to fix me...” Skylar says, panting, she’s supporting the new weight with her arms, trying to stand up straight,
“Hehe, lets try this out,” Mia says, she claps her hands. From behind you, you hear Skylar groan again, you look back. Her belly is growing again, stretching her skin even further,
“You said she would stop! You can’t make her give birth!!”
“She’s not going to give birth. Every time I clap, I put another bun in the oven,”
“What!?”