Dazed, Jennifer hung up the phone. What had she just been talking about? And who with? She shook her head, trying to remember,
but her brain went fuzzy whenever she thought she was getting close to the answer. "Weird," she thought. "I feel like it was
important somehow..."
She decided to take a walk to clear her mind. Jennifer grabbed her wallet and phone from her desk, jogged down the stairs and left
the house, slowing to a walk as she left the yard. It was a beautiful day, she decided, shaping up to be a pretty evening and a peaceful
night. The slowly setting sun was hidden behind the clouds, providing a pleasantly cool shade to accompany a sudden fall breeze.
Jennifer smiled at the changing of the leaves as she made her way through a sheltered clearing in the nearby woods, not even
remembering what could have made her so apprehensive.
Someone smashed right into Jennifer as she admired the late afternoon, nearly knocking her over. A sudden curse told her all she
needed to know:
"Shit! Will you watch yourself, Jennifer?"
Jennifer had accidentally run into Violet, a local goth girl and (Jennifer thought) something of a shut-in. Violet scowled, picking herself
up off the sidewalk. She was short - no more than 4'8" - so Jennifer had inadvertently knocked her right over. She was skinny, too, no
more than 95 pounds, so she was curvy - just not voluptuous. Her A-cup breasts looked twice as large in a padded bra and corset,
not that she would ever admit it, and her black skinny jeans accentuated the just-cuppable ass she possessed. Her hair was dyed
black with red lowlights, nicely complementing her black-mascara'ed green eyes, which flashed now with uncharacteristic annoyance.
"I'm so sorry, it's completely my fault! I wasn't looking where I was going..." Jennifer apologized profusely, holding out her hand to
help Violet up.
"No, it's fine," Violet deflected, pissed but understanding. "You don't have to help me up, I'm ok..." She waved Jennifer's hand away,
idly brushing it with her long, black painted fingernails.
The effect was electric. The curse Kyle had placed in Jennifer's hand leaped from her to Violet, and froze her for several seconds.
Something had shocked her hand - she didn't know what, but the jolt traveled through her body, buzzing in her skin and making her
shake slightly. The sensation finally subsided into a mild warmth in her chest, her abdomen, and her groin. Violet squirmed on the
ground, her hands moving all over her body as she tried to make sense of the feeling.
"Violet?" Jennifer asked, still feeling worried. "You okay?" Violet didn't answer immediately; as she sat on the ground, the warmth in
her chest, abdomen and groin was intensifying, building into a slow throbbing heat. Her breasts seemed to hum with energy, as if
tickled by a million soft brushes all over; the heat in her belly increased until it felt like there was a tiny furnace in her uterus; and the
heat in her crotch warmed her immensely, as she unconsciously undulated her lower body in growing pleasure. Her vagina was
unbearably hot, and Violet's quickly shutting down rational mind was reduced to a lustful muttering: "Something get inside I want
something inside my pussy my belly is so empty..."
Jennifer took a step back. "I'm going to get help, ok, Violet? We'll get you fixed up with whatever you need..." The goth girl's behavior
was starting to scare Jennifer. Violet had her blouse half unbuttoned, her hand in her corset, roughly kneading her small breasts and
teasing the nipples; her other hand slipped into her jeans as she rapidly, desperately fingered herself. "Not enough not enough not
enough..." she breathed laboriously and quickly.
Jennifer dug frantically in her pocket for her phone, but a hand on her ankle made her drop it as she was halfway through dialing
home. She looked down to see the disheveled, red-faced, panting Violet holding on to her and staring up at her, saying:
"Get inside me...please, get inside me..."
The worsa triggered an immediate change in Jennifer. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the ground, falling unsteadily on her
ass as if she had forgotten how to stand. She flailed about, kicking her feet at the ground, her mouth open but unable to scream. A
small hand grabbed her left ankle, and then another grabbed her right; terrified and for some reason unable to move beyond childlike
squirming, she looked down to see Violet ripping her pants down. She was powerless to stop the smaller girl as her panties were torn
off, exposing her blonde, unshaven mound as Violet set about forcing her kicking legs together.
With hunger in her eyes, Violet let go of Jennifer's legs, which stayed frozen side by side somehow. She tugged her jeans roughly
down her legs, revealing a small triangle of pubic hair just above her vulva; she was not wearing panties. As Jennifer watched,
confused and horrorstruck, Violet threw back her head, moaning in ecstasy as her engorged outer lips parted, her vagina dripping and
throbbing within her. She ground her pussy against Jennifer's, banishing all though from Jennifer's head as the bigger girl drew in a
sharp, aroused breath. As Jennifer angled her hips for more, Violet removed her victim's shirt and bra. Still half clothed, Violet moved
up Jennifer's naked body, trailing her juice from crotch to navel.
As this happened, she felt a stirring of something growing in her womb. Violet looked down through her haze of arousal to see her
belly expanding slightly, as if she had a small ball in her uterus; then, with a strange sliding and uncoiling sensation, her womb
opened wide and the end of a shiny, fleshy umbilical cord slipped easily out of her dripping wet vagina. She moves the hanging thing
to Jennifer's belly button, and Jennifer felt it bite into her, connecting her to her new mother.