Heather went home to get the vial of potion or what the fuck ever the Chinese man had given her.
It looked like a grey lumpy mass like mud. She looked at the clock, one minute to midnight. It had to be taken same day, turning Ben back taken more time than she had expected. It tingled in her throat and seemed to land in her stomach as she fell sleepy suddenly. She managed to crash in a chair with her head on the table. Her parents were away, they would freak if she showed them her mesh shirt and what was about to happen.
She woke up at about 9am, when usually she was an early riser. She felt sore and weak from the 'stuff' she swallowed last night. Looking at her stomach it seemed the same. She put on a Wonder Woman shirt that had the stylized W on it, put her flaming hair into two pony tails and pulled on the same jeans as last night. She went to burger king and got a lot of food, coffee, eggs, bacon, flapjacks and hash-browns. Heather was so hungry that she was licking the yoke off her fingers.
She went past a mirror but noticed nothing, she then tried the coffee but she had to puke into the toilet for the next twenty minutes taking her to nearly half past ten. She was actually quite nerdy watching the Presidential debate that was on the night before. She had to give Trump points for talking smack about Biden but believed he would win. If only because Biden was older and whiter than Trump. She remembered Obama's campaign in history class. He was Zoë Kravitz, half black and white.
He looked as black as African-American, but he was like Oprah. A black man who didn't look like he was going to steal your car, pictures of him with his white family growing up in Kansas. She naively felt that the potion had failed and she would have to use morning after pill. She watched another twenty minutes of 'Sleepy Joe" comments before she had to puke again. Wait, she was sick and this was in the morning, was this like morning sickness? Fuck.
She had a shower, basically to wash the sick off her and she noticed that her breasts looked bigger, and were her nipples darker than last night? Heather remembered that Kevin Bacon movie where he was invisible and he rapes his neighbor, that look of fear on the actor's face as she knows something is up but not what. She knew in one part of her mind what was happening, in the other she part she didn't believe it.
The new life taking hold couldn't have given a fuck. Conceived by Chinese magic, then accelerated by even more Chinese concoctions it would do as it wanted which was to grow. By eleven she was showered and watching more of the debates and eating her leftovers from Burger King. Her Wonder Woman t-shirt felt too tight. she lay down on the couch but her urge to pee made her have to stop and pause. An hour debate was becoming several hours long with interruptions.
Heather's tits were aching and pushing into her bra a little too much. At about half twelve she puked again but had finished the first debate, now she was watching last night's. By nearly one pm her breasts demanded released and she tried to get them off. Finally she cut the straps and let the fucking thing fall off piece by piece. She knew now she would be pregnant and the vial was supposed to make her give birth after which the baby, as Ben was under an enchantment when he got her pregnant, would disappear just as Beth had turned back into Ben.
The magic went something like he had so much cum because he was detoxing himself, then the process of her giving birth would be another form of detox and in forty odd hours business as usual. Her breasts hung loosely in her shirt.
Her jeans were getting tight so she unbuckled the leather and metal studded belt. About 3 months she reckoned as Biden start talking about tax. She felt damper between her legs as if wet was sex, what was that? She got up to pee as Trump accused Biden of having dementia, weren't they the same age? After doing her business and having a glass of tap water she found her belly swollen, around her belly button.
By two pm she had watched all debates when she started feeling horny and someone knocked on her door. It was Ben.
"Heather, shit I am so sorry." He began.
"Taking one for the team, you covered up for me when I killed rapist."
"Will you marry me?" Ben asked, he even had a ring.
"No, I'm nearly 17 and you're nearly 15. Besides the baby will disappear in time. Wanna watch tv with me?"
They sat on the couch, it was a testimony to Ben's decent nature that he would be here for her. They had both met when she thought she was a Russian ballet student named Anna and her mother (Sofia) Olga had first met. Unlike most boys his age he actually knew what it was to be a woman.
She started to feel horny, was it linked to Ben being near?, as he asked if he could touch her stomach. She nodded, he rubbed it gently and her nipples hardened, who said pregnant women were non-sexual. She explained what she had signed up for and insisted that after this they were square. Heather was amazed by Ben's shock at the process, "It's only really just started" then later "an inch or two and that's it."
They started watching Pulp Fiction, by the time a young Samuel L. Jackson was shouting about repeating what Ben was feeding her pizza. As they laughed (Heather had eaten half the pizza) at the film she felt that this could be 'The story of Us.' She smiled at Ben thinking if they were in their 20s or 30s this would be divine. Ben was watching her belly, not the movie, Heather's milk engorged tits were too big for her to see, she had to part them, but that would change.
Heather noticed when "the gimp" was introduced Heather stood up and noticed her belly poking through.
"Wow" breathed Ben.
"Relax it is just an illusion."
"Seems pretty fucking real to me."
Heather arched her back placing a hand on the small of her back.
"I said it's an illusion, same as those other women you fucked like Sofia, she thought you were who?"
"Her abusive alcoholic ex- that she desperately wants. But with Ms B she could see what she Desire(d) but the weight was off. That's when she tried to shoot me in the head."
They watched more of the confusing film when she had to go pee. She washed and hands and went "Fuck me!"
Her breasts were bloated and pushing her shirt to breaking point. Her shirt now rested onto of her belly button. She could barely see her feet. Remembering what Ben said about Desire only being optical, not touch or weight, she pressed her breasts and they felt very real to her. The hormones, the ongoing saga she started to sniffle and then started crying. Drying her eyes she went back to Ben before he could notice.
The movie was coming to an end as she watched her belly grow even more. This wasn't an illusion made by Desire this was REAL, and she was REALLY PREGNANT!!!
"Ah you supposed to grow so fast, is it something I did?"
"I took some stuff to push the baby through me."
"Why not the something after pill?"
"Wouldn't work as the Chinese man said I needed to take it from you, like extracting poison by sucking it out and then spitting it."
Ben just looked worried.
After another Tarantino flick her belly was rising above her breasts. She tested it for gas but whatever was inside was firm and did not budge much. Then she felt a kick, fuck it was really real. Her tits were full and leaking milk, Ben (with a straight face) asked if he could drain them since she didn't have a breast pump. It felt good him sucking on her breasts, the release of milk, some measure of relief and her own desire for Ben made her orgasm that embarrassed her like she cut one.
By five pm she was nearly eight months pregnant and needed Ben's help to stand, her hips ached and she needed to go ones and twos real soon. As breakfast and pizza caught up with her. The baby, she hope it wasn't twins, was randomly punching and kicking her.
Again she saw herself in the mirror for about the third time, her nipples were piercing her shirt, a big dome of her belly had pushed her Wonder Woman shirt up exposing her belly and blocking her feet. She started to cry again as Ben creep into bed with her. She usually slept on her stomach but that was hard given back and breasts.
"Tomorrow" he said cuddling her "we will have a talk with that Chinese asshole."