Jack had been working at the Magic Shop for about six months. It was nearing Halloween and it was open late for extra horrors. Jack had been an employee for about six weeks and he was bored. He waited until the owner went home and he would close the shop early and wander down into the basement. There were all sorts of old and supposedly magical stuff around this place.
He closed the shop so that he could have access to the goods in the basement. The stupid owner didn't even have security cameras and the business was still cash in hand. Receipt written out in hand. Jack had even told the old Chinese man who ran the store. He had said, via his daughter, that these items were magical and they were security enough. He opened a box and it had a label, "do not use during full moon" it warned in English and what he assumed to be Chinese. Jack didn't believe in those superstitions, especially as it was an old item.
It was a plaster cast of a woman's pregnant belly. He believed it was any way. the two breasts were fat with nipples that were like two hard marbles. Fat and hard at the same time. He wondered what it would be like to be a pregnant woman. He was standing by a stack of boxes, and had pulled an object off of the top of one. "It's some cast of a pregnant woman." Jack thought as was holding the cast over his front and patting the large, rounded belly of the cast. He reached up and cupped one of the pert, pointed breasts of the cast.
Jack looked at the cast in the moonlight from the basement windows when he heard the front door open. He leaped to the side, letting go of the cast and standing upright, but the casting didn't fall off.
Fran looked down and wiggled his body. The cast followed his motions exactly, somehow attached to his body.
"This goddamn thing is stuck!" Jack pulled at the cast, but it was firmly attached to his body and not even his shirt pulled away from him as he tugged at the cast.
Suddenly, Fran's mouth jolted open and his hands flew to the belly of the cast as his eyes opened-wide. He felt as though he had just been slugged in the stomach, and instead of rebounding off him, the fist had continued into his body and clenched his organs in its grip. Jack gulped hard as he fought not to puke up his breakfast.
The owner appeared and saw what was happening.
"What the hell's going on, Jack?" he demanded in bad English.
"Ugh," Fran moaned. "It's like somebody punched me and I can feel it all through my body." Jack moaned again, this time as a different sensation overtook his senses. A tingling pressure built up in his balls, and a highly pleasurable sensation boiled through his pelvis. "Somebody " Fran gasped. "Somebody help me. Get some help. Somebody do something!"
"Aaauggghhh!" Jack screamed. His cock was erect and straining at his pants even as his balls pulled up into his body. His testicles slithered back into his body cavity as his sac pulled up tight against his skin and filled liquidly with tissue.
Fran fell into the owner's arms as his penis began to retract into his body. Pressure built within his tip even as his member shrank and pulled into a hyper-sensitive nub which rubbed achingly against her briefs.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"My cock It's gone. I can feel it, it's gone!" Jack's voice squeaked and rose to a higher pitch as she spoke.
"What are you talking about? Things like that don't just happen!"
Jack, standing under her own power again, grabbed his hand and, bumping against the round swell of the pregnant-belly cast, thrust it into her crotch. The owner opened his palm into the flatness of Fran's groin and felt around.
"Stop that, goddamn it!" Jack was blushing furiously, though not because she was embarrassed, but because his hand was driving her crazy stimulating her clit.
Jack groaned as his waist tapered and her jeans threatened to fall down her legs. Luckily, her hips groaned and cracked open wider in coordination with her rump rounding out and pressing into the seat of her pants, holding the jeans in place. The legs of her pants fluttered around thinning legs in a sudden breeze that kicked up dust from the ground.
As twin pressures welled up in Fran's chest, she arched her back and allowed her head to roll back. It felt as though her scalp were stretching as her short-cropped brown hair began to lighten to blond and lengthen. Years of hair growth happened in just a few moments, framing Jack's softening facial lines and higher cheekbones. Her full, pouty lips parted gently and drew in shallow, shuddering breaths as her nipples swelled and mounds of soft flesh piled forth into small, pert breasts. Jack panted and fell forward into the owner's arms as the transformation slowed and stopped. Her breasts hung loosely inside her shirt and bumped the material of the cast when she breathed. He felt her thin frame and held her tight until she caught her breath and pushed away from from the floor. As Jack was screeching the words, the cast began to slip loose of her body and crashed to the ground, shattering into several large pieces. "Good goddamn riddance!" she screamed as she ground the ill-fitting heel of her shoe into one of the pieces.
Jack scanned up and down her new shapely body with her eyes. Though they weren't cut for a woman, Jack filled out her old jeans nicely, and though it was twisted in anger and confusion, her face flickered beautifully in the shadow of her gently wind-blown hair.
"AAUUUGGGHH!!" Jack screamed in anguish. She sank to her knees amid shards of the broken cast. She covered her crotch with her hands and squeezed her breasts together with her arms as though she were posing for a nude photo, but her eyes were screwed shut and she winced in pain.
Like someone just shoved a baseball bat up there.Jack panted again as the pain subsided, but the pain was soon replaced by a shrinking feeling located within her pelvis. The sensation shrank, and shrank into an infinitesimal ball, then exploded forth as a thunderbolt of pleasure and electricity, filling her entire being.
When the shock of her first, very intense female orgasm had subsided, Jack felt a strange pressure welling within her: a strange rolling sensation as though a golf ball were beginning to be wound within her now most secret self. Over and over it turned, winding, becoming larger. Jack arched her back and pushed her hips forward on instinct, and relaxed as the ball slowed and stopped.
"What the hell ?" she panted and looked down at her body. Her feminine body stared her back in the face, taunting her and preparing for the final insult. The golf ball that had wound itself up in her body was gone, serving only to make the conditions ripe inside. A new, tiny spark pinged into existence within her fleshy womb and began to expand.
Fran's stomach clenched and she emptied its contents onto the ground as the new entity grew past its first months of life, and kept growing. Meanwhile, the pressure built up underneath Jack's skin and threatened, she felt, to make her explode until her body could take no more and began to bulge outward. At first, it was barely noticeable, but as it grew and bulged her body more, she could feel its presence in the absence of slack in her jeans.
A moan escaped Jack's lips as her belly bulged more and more, pressing tightly at her pants and causing the zipper to begin to slip downwards slightly as the denim button loop creaked with the sound of stretching fabric. Fran gasped and clenched and unclenched her abdominal muscles instinctively, her body trying to rid her of this internal pressure, as her belly swelled liquidly. Finally, the button of her jeans gave out and popped open forcefully as her hips were forced wider by the weight of the life within her womb. The zipper then began to slide down easier with slow, jerky movements the rounder Fran's belly became.
When her jeans popped open, the mirror was afforded a view of the skin of Jack's stomach, poking out above, and stretching the waistband of, her white, male briefs. "Oh my god," she whispered as he stepped back from the remains of the pregnancy cast.
"Aaahhhh Aaaaa " Jack's voice rose as she whimpered plaintively, the pressure growing too much for something else yet again, and her belly button popped outward suddenly. Meanwhile, her breasts had been burning and aching painfully as they expanded, filling with fatty tissue and preparing to feed another being.
Jack held her hands under her belly and supported it as her rapid pregnancy came to a halt around the seventh month. The cast, had it not been smashed, would have fit perfectly over her heavy breasts and even around her enormous stomach. Jack's tears of sadness and helplessness streaked down her soft cheeks, and for a few long moments she only knelt in the dirty floor and sobbed.
"Look at me," Jack cried. "I'm a girl. How the hell could this happen?" Fran's hand was positioned flat in her crotch; her male genitals were definitely gone. She looked down at her pendulous belly and slid her hand up its slope. It seemed like hours until her hand came into view at the crest, underneath her stretched shirt. Jack didn't notice the owner as he pulled up her shirt so that her stomach was exposed; he was blushing furiously, but couldn't bring himself to look away. He just continued to watch as Fran's face suddenly deepened into curious confusion.
"Oh god... It just moved," Jack whimpered. "There's a baby in there. I'm not just fat, I'm pregnant! There's a baby in my stomach, it's alive, and I'm pregnant!" There was a long pause. "Oh man, oh man, oh man... It's moving again. It feels so weird..."
"Warned you did I, cursed is your blood. When the fool moon go away then you become Jack again. But as long as it fool moon you gonna be a woman. Until you break the curse."