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Imp, Part 11
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Summary: A beleagered and underpaid clerk by day, Lyla is doing the thankless work of at least three people at her job. By night she is an aspiring witch. Well, kind of. She's only ever read about spells and rituals until now, as she decides to summon and bind an imp to her service to help with her staggering workload. At first the summoning ritual seems to yield nothing...until, that is, her belly swells and she unexpectedly births her newly indentured demonic servant from the portal now rooted within her womb. Contains: demonic pregnancies, birth, eventual multiples, lactation, magical shenanigans. Idea submitted by Chel.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Rose hurriedly waddled to her bedroom door. She leaned back against it, pressing her ear against the wood. “No?” she responded.
“You skipped work,” Felix said. It wasn’t a question. “And that idiot at Voilà told me you went over there and cursed him. What the hell is going on?” The door rumbled, Rose nearly tumbling forward from the force of the tremor.
She straightened up. “It’s — nothing.” She cringed at her failure to even come up with a lie.
“Open the door,” he demanded.
“Can’t right now,” she responded weakly.
“Do not test me, Rose.” The door shook again, Rose rocking where she was pressed against it. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing!” she insisted.
“You know we can’t have you too idle. Not with your habit of getting into trouble.”
Rose gulped as she looked down at her swollen abdomen. Her brother did have a point.
“I’m giving you five seconds,” he threatened.
Rose’s heart was racing. Felix was nearly as dangerous as their parents.
“I can smell the magic, Rose. You have two more seconds.”
Rose’s chest was heaving. “Gods, Felix. Why can't you just--fuck off!”
There was a loud booming noise outside the door, Rose’s heart jumping into her throat. The silence that followed was even worse than the shock. “Felix?”
There was no response.
Rose quickly unlocked the door, swinging it open to find a large scorch mark on the ground in the corridor. Felix was nowhere in sight. She stood frozen.
Had she just killed her brother?
Her insides lurched oddly, causing her to clutch her stomach.
There was a loud, slow creak that sent her hairs standing on end. The sound clearly came from the door at the top of the staircase.
Rose quickly closed and locked her bedroom door. “Zade,” she pleaded.
Her clothing changed, twisting and morphing like substance rather than cotton. Rose looked down at herself to find that she was in that dress again. It was pink, and looked to be in its original form, if broader at the waist. It had changed to fit her larger physique.
She looked over her shoulder to see Zade standing there. “We have to get out of here,” she hissed.
Zade simply frowned.
Still clutching her round belly, Rose waddled toward her bedroom window. She unlocked it, and wrenched it open with a good deal of effort. Rose panted and grinned, before gripping onto the frame as she lifted her leg over the windowsill. Having her bedroom on the ground floor had been especially convenient during her teenage years.
Rose stepped out into the night and waddled hurriedly across the property, Zade hopping out the window to follow.
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Things were getting awkward.
Normally someone in her state would not have attracted too much attention, but in the ostentatious princess gown, Rose was getting a lot of looks.
She hurriedly locked herself in a convenience store bathroom, breathing heavily as she rubbed the heels of her hands up and down her swollen belly. It was still bizarre to have abruptly gone from slim and agile to heavily pregnant in the span of a day. When she didn’t have other things to distract her, she felt like she could zero in on the incrementally increasing pressure pressing out from inside her body. Her skin was prickling, heating, and stretching as it gave way to whatever was growing within.
She continued to take long breaths, in and out.
Rose thought that, based on her present size, she was nearly at term with this thing, if not already there. She just had to wait it out and give birth. Based on what she had witnessed with Lyla, the process didn’t seem too long or too arduous, as crazy as the concept was to her. Rose grimaced at the unfairness of having to give birth to something she hadn’t gotten there in the first place.
And then this would all be over. Or, at least, there would be potential for it being over. Once she was relieved of this creature, she would at least have a clearer head, a lighter body, less pressure on her lungs, less racing of her pulse, and the sheer mobility and flexibility needed for the research and performance of the spell that would hopefully rectify this whole, unfortunate mess.
How much longer? she wondered impatiently as she frowned at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. When she stood completely still, she could detect the faintest of throbbing, her passenger pulsing with life as it grew rapidly. It probably wouldn’t be very long at all. Rose leaned back against the counter, deciding to wait things out, even if it meant giving birth right there in that convenience store.
But she was tired of waiting. Rose dug into her satchel and pulled out her wand, staring at it for a moment as she took long breaths of air. Her magic felt uncomfortably potent. She felt like she was supposed to use it. Maybe it was a solution. Rose held her wand at arm’s length for a moment longer, before slowly turning it on herself. She moved the tip carefully towards her stomach.
Just a touch.
After she had lightly tapped the wand point against her abdomen, her eyes fluttered as a tingling warmth rolled over her skin and then was absorbed. Suddenly she was breathless; panting. “Mggghh…” She grimaced as she felt a twisting sensation. Something was happening.
Her skin warmed, her heart rate picking up. “C’mon,” she grunted, one of her hands reaching out to grip the counter for support. Something lurched, her insides throbbing as her body tightened, until her belly was visibly pressing outward, growing fuller in her dress. She did her best to breathe through it.
Based on the size of her swell, Rose was certain she looked at least due by then. She just wanted to get this over with. She felt a spasm, Rose arching her back and groaning, her free hand rubbing circles on her belly. Just a little more. “C’mon,” she groaned, hoping for relief from her outlandish burden.
There was a knock on the door.
“One minute!” Rose snapped, as she stumbled and leaned back against the wall. One of her hands continued to rub her swollen midsection. Impatiently, she grabbed her wand off the bathroom sink, and turned it on herself again. With a shaky hand, she tapped it against her belly, lightly. “Nnrrghhh…”
Her taut skin tingled, but this time pressure and heat shot to the top of her head. Rose’s eyes went wide as her scalp started to burn. “Errgghhh...” she groaned, her wand clattering to the floor. It felt like something was piercing her skin, pressure shooting upwards from her skull. Two spots atop her scalp felt as though they were on fire. Rose pushed herself off the wall, staggering to face the mirror. She stared in shock at a pair of horns protruding from her hair. Her jaw dropped.
There was more knocking. “What’s going on in there?” called a man’s voice.
Rose ignored it as she continued to examine the horns now protruding from her head. They were sharp and pointy, each about two inches long. They were hard as bone, and when Rose experimentally tugged at one, there was no give. It felt as though it had truly grown out of her skull. “What the fuck,” she hissed.
“I’m calling the police!” insisted the guy outside the door.
“For fuck’s sake.” Rose hurriedly ruffled up her wavy red hair, trying her best to cover the horns. In the end, she just looked like a disheveled mess. But it was the best she could do.
Pressing her lips, she stepped away from the mirror, her stride even more awkward than when she had walked into the lavatory.
She managed to pick up her wand and shove it into her satchel, before she waddled to the door and pulled it open, coming face-to-face with the irritated store clerk.
He shut his mouth at seeing her and stared from her swollen belly to her pink dress to her ruffled hair, in clear puzzlement. “Er…sorry,” he said awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you were…” He again looked at her belly. “You need anything?”
Rose huffed and pushed past him, waddling through the aisles of cheap products.
She quickly spotted a large men’s sweatshirt with the skyline of the city etched across the chest. She grabbed it up. Conveniently enough, she saw a beanie that might fit her. Rose grabbed that as well, before making her way to the register, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to deal with the newfound effort of navigating her freak pregnancy.
Rose absently grabbed several candy bars and bags of chips, shoving them onto the counter with her other items.
The cashier rung her up without even looking up from his phone. “$19.57,” he said monotonously.
Rose used her parents’ credit card, then was on her way. She panted as she made her way outside to her car, her bag of items clutched by the arm that wasn’t supporting her satchel.
Zade was patiently waiting in the passenger seat of the vehicle, seeming unbothered that the car had reached temperatures that likely would have suffocated a human.
“You happy now?” Rose griped once she had gotten in and rolled down the windows. “Just look at me.”
Zade blinked his watery eyes at her.
“What next?” Rose murmured, more to herself this time. She certainly didn’t want to face her parents until she got the creature she was incubating out of her.
If she couldn’t go home, and she couldn’t go to work, that meant she was simply stuck in this convenience store parking lot, fidgeting between the awkwardness of the newfound weight on her hips, and the bothersome tingling of her groin that only seemed to improve with the fiction of her rocking her hips and rubbing her thighs together. Rose breathed heavily. She couldn’t believe how horny she was getting. It was this damn pregnancy. “Goddess,” she breathed.
A car pulled into the space alongside her. She tried to cool down. Near the gas pumps, she saw a small group of children. No, wait they were —
Imps.
Half a dozen of them, walking and chittering, sometimes bumping into each other like imbeciles. They twiddled their fingers, some of them grinning maniacally. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. A bronze-skinned imp threw a glance her way. Rose quickly sank in her seat.
She heard them shuffle by, and waited for the sounds of them to fade out. But she stayed in place, ducked as low as possible to avoid detection. After a few moments, it got to be too uncomfortable, so Rose eased herself back into an upright position. She rolled her window up, while keeping an eye out for more of the magical creatures. In the seat beside her, Zade had crossed his arms, looking bored. It was remarkable how quickly he had grown. The imp looked like a miniature man, if a rather green one. He frowned at her, and it occurred to Rose that she couldn’t just sit in her car all night waiting for something to happen.
She couldn’t face her parents either, and she couldn’t go to her job. She couldn’t risk being spotted by the unpredictable hordes of imps running around town. Exactly what could she do?
Rose considered summoning Krillick, her familiar, but recalled how things had turned out the last time that had happened. Gulping, she decided against it.
She turned on the car and put in in reverse, wondering if it would be worth it to swing by Voilà again, even if she wasn’t committed to going inside. Well, it was the only viable idea she had. Rose pulled out of the parking lot. She had to pause and adjust the seat, because of the discomfort of the steering wheel pressing into her belly. Sighing to herself, she put the vehicle in drive and pulled onto the street.
The drive was steady, Zade sometimes murmuring nothingness beside her as he gazed out the window. Every so often she caught a glimpse of movement: shadows between buildings; short, wiry figures. Sometimes she thought she was imagining it.
It was only a few minutes before she reached her destination. After she parked the car and heaved herself out of it, Zade hopped out of the vehicle to stand beside her. Rose clutched her belly and waddled her way towards the building entrance, but noticed several figures blocking her way.
