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Professional Witchcraft, Part 4 (Multi TG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 22:25:33 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Planologer
Max is an ordinary young man struggling in college, while his parents Emma and Francis are dealing with an unexpected pregnancy. But everything changes when Aunt Lily drops by for a visit to his family. Aunt Lily is a witch, and thinks she can solve Emma and Francis’ marital problems, just like her apprentice thinks she can help Max and his friend Corey with their gender studies course. Soon Francis will find himself a woman, and Corey will get to experience the other gender too!
Part 4: The Screw Up
Valentina froze. Her former confidence had clearly melted away, as had any image of being a cool, ‘bad girl’ sorceress with her leather jacket and punk look. Instead, she appeared every part the humiliated and apologetic student, having been caught trying to put a sharp tac on the teacher’s seat.
“Mistress!” she said, hiding her hands behind her back as if it would obscure the magical auras she had left behind.
“Aunt Lily!” Max proclaimed. “It’s me, Max! And that’s Corey! Your apprentice turned us into women despite the fact that neither of us wanted that!”
Corey bit his - her - lip, saying nothing. In truth, he was already joyous and trying not to grin from ear to ear. To experience being a woman was already exciting him with its possibilities, not that he could ever admit that to anyone. In fact, the only disappointing thing about this was that his chest was pretty small compared to Max’s big hooters. Part of the new woman was already annoyed that she couldn’t experience lactation too.
“I can see that, Max,” Aunt Lily said. “Valentina, just what in the frigid fourth hell were you thinking?”
“I - Mistress, I was just trying to prove to you that I’m truly capable at magic. You say that a great witch must test herself-”
“But not break the rules of contract!”
“I wasn’t!” she whined. “I did form a contract! Max agreed willingly! He wanted some milk, and sorcery 101 is that nothing can come from nothing, there has to be a source! So I made him a woman who can lactate - I was trying to prove my worth by replicating your spell and enhancing it. And I succeeded, didn’t I? It’s just that there’s a little . . . hiccup.”
“You call this a hiccup?” Max exclaimed, cupping his huge tits. “I’m stuck as a woman with bi-ugghh!”
His breasts squirted more milk through his shirt in little white streams, soaking down into the fabric and causing him to grunt, wordless from the pressure.
“Damn it, I’m t-too full!”
Corey was trying not to lick his new, plump lips at the sight. The only way it could have been better was if Max was pregnant. Not that he actually wanted that for his friend, but when your fetishes magically come true one day you can’t help but run away with them a bit.
Lily rounded on her student. “And you thought you could keep this a secret from me until you fixed it, yes?”
“I - well, I just need to untangle the weaves and reset the-”
“Please, my apprentice, I can detect such sloppy magic from across town, nevermind while sleeping upstairs from it. Max, tell me what happened, and spare no detail. I’d rather hear it from the horse’s mouth.”
“Or, specifically, to get the milk from the cow,” Corey teased.
Max kicked his feminised friend in the shins, causing the blonde to squeal a little. Then he turned his attention to his witch aunt and told the whole story, as best as he could remember it. Corey added the detail that it was his five dollars that had been used, almost with pride - a fact that briefly confused Max until Aunt Lily started talking.
“There is much to unpack here, Valentina, and far more to unteach and relearn when it comes to your training. The first thing we must address, however, is that you did not grant a true contract according to the spirit of witchcraft.”
Valentina spluttered. “I did! He wanted milk, and -”
“And he could not possibly have foreseen how you would provide it, let alone that you would take such a circuitous route to achieve it.”
“You turned Francis into a pregnant woman! He didn’t foresee that!”
“But his despite to help Emma was genuine, including the easing of her burdens. And besides, you know well that in witchcraft that an element of karma goes a long way. My brother is a good man but clearly not the most supportive of my sister-in-law. Tell me then, what crimes has Max committed to be turned into a lactating woman?”
“None!” cried Max, who was still cupping his engorged breasts and dealing with the leaking. His dark hair was down over his shoulders, and he kept shaking his head to evade its silkiness. It only made his large bosom wobble even more.
“Exactly,” Lily continued. “I’m sorry this has happened to you, Max. Valentina, a little mischievousness can be utilised . . . when it is earned. You simply wanted to experiment on a young man who had been nothing but kind to you.”
Valentina was suitably chastened. She struggled to look her mistress in the eyes.
“I - I understand.”
“I’m afraid you don’t, because this is even more screwed up than you think. Corey is bound up in this as well, and I’m struggling to untangle the weaves that bind this pair together in their transformation.”
Max blinked. “What does that mean?”
“Shit!” Valentina said. “It, uh, it means even the mistress might not be able to change you back.”
“What!?”
Corey looked at his feminised hands, then down to his body. He had no idea what to make of this: he was anxious and excited all at once.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Lily said, putting up a hand to get everyone’s attention. “Let me try a few things.”
What followed were a number of spoken incantations and spoken rituals, complete with a flourishing of magic translucent tendrils to undo the magic affecting Max and Corey. Both shivered as the effects passed over them, but while one or the other could briefly turn back to their usual self, it could never be both at once, and the ‘re-manified’ individual would always feminise once more to match their friend.
“Darn,” Lily said. “This is bad.”
Valentina circled the table, trying to see what her mistress was seeing. “I don’t understand! What’s happening? I don’t understand how this could be done.”
“It’s simple, and complicated,” Aunt Lily said. “Corey, you said the five dollars for the ritual came from you, and was passed to Max?”
Corey indicated this was the case. He was touching his small breasts, only dropping his hands when he realised the embarrassment of such an act.
“And did you give it to Max as a gift, or simply lend it to him?”
Valentina squeaked.
“I think, um, I just lent it to him? I used the word ‘borrow.’”
Aunt Lily collapsed into a chair and sighed. “Then that’s where it’s gone wrong. My apprentice, words matter in magic. They matter deeply. You know this. By only borrowing the money, Max made Corey party to the magic. And now the pair are tethered together. But because he is further removed from the magic than Max was as a direct negotiator to the contract, he has at least been spared the lactation.”
“Yeah,” Corey said, cupping his small breasts again. “That’s . . . good.”
“There’s extra layers of spell work to undo here, and it will take time for me to get it right. I can’t do anything too hasty or else it will result in unexpected results.”
Max stood, gesturing to his feminised form. His breasts were absolutely straining his clothing, and the wet patches were very obvious. The weight alone needed support.
“You’re kidding! You’ve got to try something Aunt Lily, please! I can’t be stuck like this for a day!”
“Oh, my poor dear, this will take longer than a day. I dare say this could take days, or perhaps even a week, unless Corey’s form changes back normally. That’s the most likely scenario - that after twenty four hours the magic will correct itself. Even still, I must make the remedy spell exactly right.”
“But - but can’t you just try? I don’t want to be making milk even for a day! What’s the worst that can happen?”
Aunt Lily placed her hands on her nephew’s shoulders. “Max, I know this is hard to take in, but you don’t want me to rush this. You ask me what’s the worst that can happen? Well, I could accidentally make your friend end up lactating constantly as well, or swell up your breasts until they’re half the size of your body, or somehow fuse you and Corey here into a set of conjoined twins! Worse, it could end up permanent. Do you understand?”
Max swallowed. Those consequences were big. “I - shit.”
“Indeed.” Aunt Lily turned to Valentina. “My apprentice, I am pleased you are trying to flex your magical skill, but this was beyond the pale and you know it.”
“Mistress, I -”
“And on my nephew, no less! You know that a witch can have some latitude for magic on her own family, but not on someone else’s, least of all another witch’s. We can only hope that a counterspell isn’t necessary - there is still yet hope that Corey goes back to normal in a few days, allowing us to treat Max separately. For now though, you are on serious magical probation.”
It sounded fictional, but Valentina gasped. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t fight against her mistress’ words. She tried to give an apology but was interrupted by Max.
“Oof! Oh, damn it! Nghhh . . .”
Max was starting to leak even more. His poor, pressurised, and very large breasts couldn’t take much more - his nipples were long and distended and seeming to be leaking forth rivulets by this stage, making him gasp from the discomfort.
“Valentina,” Lily said. “You can redeem yourself from your probation by helping Max here.”
“But my magic-”
“Not magic, dearie. No, you’re going to help him pump.”
Max blushed deeply, as did Valentina. Corey was wordless, his mouth agape.
“You want me to do what?”
“The poor fellow - girl, now - is leaking everywhere. Max, I know this is embarrassing, but you’re going to keep feeling full and aching unless you express your milk. Valentina, help her get a head start and then she can take it from there.”
Max would have complained, but his breasts were really feeling far too full and achey by this point. He really did need the relief.
“J-just this once,” he moaned, moving awkwardly to the bathroom. Valentina followed, leaving Corey at the table with Aunt Lily.
“This is too weird,” Max said as they reached the bathroom sink. “I can’t believe you did this to me. You owe me so much.”
“I’m already on probation.”
“I want some good magic blessing after this. More muscles, maybe. Ngh.”
“I’ll see what I can do, I’ve already pissed off my mentor. Now, remove your shirt.”
Max did so, but ended up requiring aid on that front. His boobs were huge, as big as his Dad’s new pair if not a little bigger thanks to all the milk. Maybe G-cups? They were easily half the size of his own head, that was for sure. They stretched the confines of his shirt, and he had to get Valentina to help him pull the shirt up over his head and remove it. His boobs were pulled up painfully until they fell free of the fabric, at which point they bounced heavily and painfully.
“Spirits!” he winced, cupping them. They easily overflowed his palms, and were horrifically sensitive. Small trails of milk ran down his hands. “Ughh, this is too much. What do I even do?”
“I don’t know,” Valentina said. “Just squeeze them.”
Max groped his breasts, only to immediately wince and whimper in his new, feminine voice. Some milk protruded, but not in a manageable or efficient way. Instead, the ache only increased.
“Not like that,” Valentina said. “Your nipples. Squeeze them.”
He did so, only to gasp this time. The sensations were tender and wonderful in a very wrong way. He couldn’t believe how big his nipples and areolas were now.
“They’re s-sensitive!”
“Oh, by the emerald star! Just let me do it, then!”
Valentina gripped Max’s breasts from behind, placing her fingers at his nipples, and then tugged. Max’s eyes went wide in shock from the sheer audacity and unexpected nature of this action, but then clenched them shut just as quickly due to the feelings of unbearably sweet relief that followed. His body literally squirmed in response to Valentina’s ministrations, as his breasts literally squirted stream after stream after stream of milk into the sink’s basin.
“Ohhhhhh, that’s - ohhhhhhh G-Gods! Mhmmm! F-fuck!”
“Nearly done! By the twilight gate, you’ve got a lot in here.”
“I kn-know! I’m w-well aware! Mhmmmm!”
“Stop enjoying this so much!”
“I can’t - ahhh - help it! Eeeeii!”
Max’s voice briefly went high and even more feminine as the last droplets of milk finally expended themselves. Valentina withdrew her hands, shifted around him and then washed them quickly. She grabbed a cloth and passed it to Max, who dabbed his breasts. They weren’t completely empty - he’d probably need a pump or something like that, and besides, there was already a slight tingle that he feared was a sign his body was producing more. But for now, at least, the aching was gone. His G-cup (maybe H-cup?) breasts had gone down to be equal to his father’s large bust in size.
It was not a sentence he ever imagined he would think to himself.
“Can you get your shirt back on?” Valentina asked.
“I - I think so. Just warn me next time.”
“Please, there’s no next time. Look, I’m sorry I fucked up. I’ll do what I can to fix this, okay?”
Max looked at his form in the mirror. He was deeply attractive, big leaky bust and all. Hell, his boobs, despite producing milk, were pert and rounded and hanging only a little lower than a regular woman’s, and that was more because of the size factor than anything. His figure had a lovely hourglass, and his face was very pretty, his eyebrows lush yet refined, his eyes dark and strangely inviting. He didn’t quite know what to make of suddenly being so attractive. He could only imagine that Corey was struggling just as much with it.
“It’s not your fault it felt good,” Valentina suddenly said.
“What?” Max asked, putting his shirt back on. His nipples clearly dented against the fabric, and the shirt in general was too tight, exposing his flat midriff in a way he didn’t appreciate.
“I said, it’s not your fault that felt good. Look, magic often has a . . . fantasy fulfilment aspect.”
“This is not my fantasy.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, cocking one eyebrow. “I admit, I screwed up. Big time. But you were almost orgasming there, dude. That part of it had to come from somewhere. It wasn’t part of my intention, but the other party to a contract often brings their own, um, rewards to it, shall we say?”
Max crossed his arms beneath his breasts. They sat heavily on his forearms. It would take getting used to that, too.
“I’m telling you, it’s not my fantasy.”
Valentina frowned. “Huh, maybe it’s just another thing that went wrong, then.”
“It is,” Max insisted. “Look, I’m going to go check on my friend.”
He moved past Valentina, his boobs wobbling a little in his top, though at least a bit supported by the discomforting tightness. His gravity had shifted - it was simultaneously higher thanks to his big boobs, but also lower because of his shorter stature and womanly hips. The little sashay in his step was something he tried to avoid, but seemed to slip in anyway.
“Corey, you do not want to know how that went down,” he said, entering the dining room, “but maybe you and I should-”
He stopped. Corey was gone. A tired Aunt Lily was making herself a coffee the old-fashioned way, sans milk.
“Your friend is gone,” she said. “He said he wanted to go home and make the most of his free day as a woman. At least someone has an optimistic view of this.”
Max furrowed his brow. “Yeah, I guess. Weird.”
“I’m going to try one last spell,” she said, musing. “It may not work, but with your friend gone, perhaps distance might help us.”
To Be Continued . . .
