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Ms. Nov 2nd: Bun in the Oven
🕑 Added 2022-11-25 14:00:09 +0000 UTCTrigger #98: The Alcott Family Welcome
Spell Class: An enchantment/blessing placed on the Alcott Family by current Transformistress Mira Alcott that transforms all who join the Alcotts into their preferred gender.
"All who are welcomed into the Alcott family's arms will become their true selves."
Transformation Type: TG, MTF, FTM, Pregnancy, Age Progression.
Threat Level: Benevolent. A blessing I placed on my family simply for the sake of my convenience and their happiness. I'm a busy girl, I can't be there for every family gathering, so this helps automate the ol' egg cracking machine a bit.
Subject: Mrs. Natalie Turner, F, 30, and Mr. Blake Turner, M, 30, formerly Nate Alcott, AMAB, 20, and Blake Turner, AFAB, 20.
The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.
"Ohh, my silly little wifey and her silly little plans~!"
Natalie's face burned at Blake's taunting. It was humiliating, but strangely, there was also a fluttering in her stomach. She couldn't tell if that was the baby kicking, or something deeper stirring inside her. Her head was still spinning, her muscles aching and her stretched skin stung slightly from the sudden and inexplicable metamorphosis that had occured mere moments ago.
When Natalie was still Nate, his plan was very simple. Just a year ago, his cousin Max took his trans friend Alex to the Alcott Family Thanksgiving, and now they were already happily married with a baby on the way! So Nate's oh so brilliant plan was to invite his trans friend Blake to Thanksgiving, and he hoped that feelings would simply spark between the two of them as they had for Max and Alex!
However, as Nate drove them over to his Aunt's house, Blake was getting more and more irritated as Nate continued to misgender him with feminine compliments, well-intentioned or otherwise.
"Dude! I'm a MAN! Why do you keep treating me like a girl all of a sudden?!" Blake finally shouted in frustration.
"I know you're a guy right now, but like, you're trans aren't you? So you're, like, becoming a girl, aren't you?" Nate said in frantic confusion. He'd known Blake since High School and had always seen him as a guy, so when he came out last month as being trans, it was a difficult adjustment that just seemed to only piss Blake off the more he tried.
"NO! I'm trans-MASC not trans-FEMME! I'm a DUDE, dude! I've been a dude for years!" Blake hollered.
"But... why the hell would a girl want to be a dude when being a girl is clearly better?!" Blake stammered, embarrassed, but still hopelessly lost.
If looks could kill, Nate's side of the car would have looked like something out of a plane crash as Blake glowered at him.
"You know what? Forget it. Forget all of this. Here I thought you were the one friend I had who understood me, and now I find out this whole time you were just... just forget it. Turn the fucking car around. Just take me home." Blake hissed, turning to glare out at passing fall leaves.
A wave of guilt washed over Nate, a slideshow of fond memories with Blake burning like film in front of him. This stupid plan of his wasn't worth losing his best friend.
Nate put his free hand on Blake's shoulder.
"Dude. I'm SO so sorry. I didn't mean... I never meant to...- URK!"
Nate's apology was cut short as a broiling pain filled his stomach. His hands slipped off the wheel and onto his rapidly swelling belly.
"Ahhh! It hurts! W-What the f-fuck is happening to me..?!" Nate whimpered in pain, his voice raising an octave with every syllable, becoming soft, almost musical. Feminine. He could only gasp in horror as his stomach grew so huge his shirt rolled up and his pants button popped open.
"DUDE! The ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!" Blake screamed, grabbing the wheel and steering them out of the way of a passing semi. It's horn roared at them, snapping Nate back to attention.
Nate grabbed the wheel and pulled over off the highway. It was lucky he did, as his stomach was growing so big and round it obstructed his ability to reach the steering wheel. In his rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of his sweat pocked face. It almost looked like it was melting as his cheekbones and chin rearranged into a far more feminine facade. Hair fell down in front of newly lashed eyes like a curtain, and dainty, soft hands with long painted nails frantically parted it to reveal a feminine face, only lightly touched by the hands of time.
"Dude! It's... it's ok! It's gonna be okay! Breath, dude! Just... breathe... can't... can't breathe!!!" Blake started, trying to comfort his friend, only to feel his chest grow tight, his voice falling low and raspy. His hands flung to his chest, unzipping his hoodie to reveal a tight black binder, growing tighter by the second. With one last gasp for air, it exploded open, revealing not breasts, but a pair of meaty, flat pectorals, criss crossed with chest hairs. Blake's hand shot out to Nate's to comfort him, and as Nate's hands grew smaller, Blake's grew much, much larger.
Whereas Blake's chest shrank, Nate's only grew. Oranges grew into cantaloupes which grew into watermelons that ripped Nate's polo-shirt wide open. Thin trails of milk leaked out of her now puffy, teacup sized nipples, steadily staining what little remained of her clothes.
Their transformations continued to work in tandem, mirroring each other.
Blake's face grew rough, rugged, and rectangular, a full beard pushing it's way out from his pores, his furrowed brow wrinkled slightly.
Meanwhile, any body hair below Nate's eyebrows, receded into the ether, leaving only silky smooth, pale skin.
Blake shoulders bulged and widened, neck muscles and biceps surging with newfound energy.
Nate's shoulders shrunk inward, muscles melting, leaving behind dainty limbs with only a soft layer of fat to pad them.
Blake's waist widened, abs of steel forging themselves around his stomach. His hips caved in, leaving him barrel chested and mesomorphic.
Nate's waist caved in like an hour glass, child bearing hips stretching outward to better carry the impressive weight of his inflating stomach. His pants ripped open as his ass and thighs filled with gallons of weight, acting as a counterbalance to his breasts and belly. Even his ankles were pudgy and swollen.
Finally, the piece de resistance. Blake watched with a stunned smile as his labia was molded by unseen hands into the glans and shaft of a penis. It burrowed it's way out of him like a snake. One inch. Two inches. Three, four, five, before settling on a seven inch shaft. Long, thick, and quivering, his penis hung hard in the air, towering over the gear shift by his leg. His ovaries morphed into testes and popped out underneath it, hanging like hairy pendulums.
Nate could not see his penis or even his feet past his massive pregnancy belly, but he could feel it shrinking. Much like in the winter, it shrunk inch by inch closer to his pelvis. Unlike winter, it did not stop at an inch, but instead turned inside out and burled up inside of him. His penis became her vagina, his testicles became her ovaries.
Nate became Natalie.
The two panted in the car, catching their breath as their clothes reweaved themselves into something more suiting their new forms. Blake's sweater morphed into a much more suitable polo shirt, although his large muscles still threatened to rip right through it if he wasn't careful. Natalie's pants fused and bleached into a pure white pregnancy dress, and her torn polo turned into a clean maroon cardigan, although that was soon stained by her still lactating breasts.
They sat there for a few moments, processing the sensational overload of their new bodies.
When they could finally speak, Natalie explained everything to Blake she could through frantic sobs.
"I didn't want to hurt you or force you into anything! I just... I just thought you would be happier, and maybe, maybe we could be happy together... *sob*" Natalie cried, wracked with guilt.
Any anger Blake had for his friend melted. He sighed, enjoying how hearty and heavy it sounded in his new chest. "Well... I guess there's no harm done there, 'Natalie.' I'm still effing starving though, but you're not in any condition to drive anymore. Let's swap..."
Blake got out of the car and helped his still crying wife out of her seat. Every little movement felt like a chore to the now heavily pregnant woman. She had to reach past her tits and belly and hip to unbuckle her seatbelt. She had to heft her newfound weight out of the car, with Blake's help, of course. She took heavy, tired breaths as she waddled her way to the passenger seat. Closing the door for her, Blake took the driver's side, adjusted the mirrors to his new height, and pulled back out onto the road.
As he strummed the steering wheel, Blake noticed the golden wedding ring encircling his finger. There was an echo ringing loudly at the back of his mind, vivid memories of a wedding day he had never had, and yet, could never forget.
"Honey..." Blake said, his words only lightly sprinkled with irony, "... do you remember our honeymoon?"
"Huh? Of course I remember our honeymoon, babe! We went to Bora Bora, remember? I spent the whole trip in that tiny yellow bikini you bought me. And then on the last night, after the jacuzzi we decided to try for... wait... none of that happened... or did it...?" Natalie said, her brain feeling like it was about to explode.
"Looks like whatever spell your cousin cast on us wants to make sure we have the memories to play our parts. I don't think I mind. Means I haven't lost those years of my life, just gained more. Plus, I get to remember how you looked in that bikini. Think you could try to slip into that for me again sometime?" Blake's eyes turned to tease his wife, relish her adorably embarrassed reaction. She did not disappoint.
"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?! You know I wouldn't fit... not with the baby and all this weight I've gained... and my tits are all swollen now,,, it'd probably snap right off..." Natalie said, her face hot with humiliation, but a tinge of... giddiness. Blake had teased her before, of course, but this was different. He was teasing her because he DESIRED her, not to deride or insult her.
"I'd LOVE to see that..." Blake cooed, moving a lock of hair out of her eyes and resting his hand on her thighs, "...if you're ok sticking to that plan of yours, of course?"
A great wave of gratitude, relief, and unadulterated excitement welled up inside Natalie. "Yes... I think I'd like that very much... d-darling..."
When Blake and Natalie arrived at her aunt's house, they were greeted not as cousin Nate and his friend Blake, but the newly wed Mrs. Natalie Turner and Mr. Blake Turner. The men of the family soon whisked Blake away to watch the football game and slap each other on the back in the yearly, testosterone riddled rituals that had once made Nat feel so uncomfortable, but fit Blake just fine. Meanwhile, Nat was doted upon by her mother and her many aunts, complimented on her looks, offered congratulations on her marriage and her baby, and swapped out her stained clothes for fresh and clean ones. Everyone treated Blake and Natalie as if they had always been "Mr. and Mrs. Turner".
All except for two.
The first was her brilliant, beautiful, and always ever so humble cousin Mira, who looked at the two with glowing magenta eyes and smiled, a mix of mischief and genuinely joy.
"Good to see the enchantment's working right. I think you two... sorry, you THREE, will be very happy together..." Mira said with a wink to Nat's stomach as she left to rejoin her own partner in the living room.
The second was cousin Alex. She had originally tried to approach Nat to demand an explanation for her new appearance and her family's seeming indifference to it, but as soon as she met eyes with the retreating Mira, she had all the explanation she needed. She wasn't nearly as far along as Nat was, Alex's baby bump wasn't even visible under her sweater. Still, Alex and her husband Max offered to show Natalie and Blake the ropes.
"Welcome to the Alcott family," Alex said as she took her new cousin's hands, "make yourselves at home."
From the desk of
Mira Alcott
Head-Mistress of Transformations
(Special thanks to James Plowman for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)
Comments
Mr. O
Would love a story centered around this scenario :)
Princess V
The accompanying text was spiiiiiiiicy! Loved all of it!
Little_Hollow
Natalie looks stuffed. Blake made the stuffing.
Haushagen
Ooooh nice!!
Smoke Midlands
Aww that was some wholesome horny. Happy Eggsgiving!
StarGazer
The lucky couple ^^
James Plowman
I still think this might’ve been better as a full comic, but still really awesome work Mira.
Violet Velvet
Eeee this is so sweet and cute! ❤️ I love your wholesome art so very much, this put a huge smile on my face. 🥰
TashaTheWitchQueen
Ahh I love it, the perfect mix of wholesome and sexy for the holiday. Great work Mira! 💕
