By FoxFaceStories

An Anonymous Commission

When James, Leo, and Kamal are forced to enroll in their college home economics class to make up for grade deficiencies, they think the whole thing will be easy and mock the class relentlessly. Annoyed, their professor chooses the three of them for a special maternity experiment with a ‘simulated pregnancy’ belly; if they do so, they will automatically pass. Little do they know that she is actually a witch, and their growing bellies and feminising features are all too real . . .

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Part 10: Final Labors

The day had arrived, as had the summons. All three former men were nervous, but none more than Jane. Her body was so overwhelmingly gravid that she could barely believe it, and her stomach visibly distended and rippled with the movement of her twins, often causing amusement from her friends and onlookers, and shock from other campus members she was talking to. Kamika’s breasts hadn’t swollen up any further, but she couldn’t hide them, and in fact showed them off; she’d slept with a good number of men, just as Layla had slept with Ross several more times. But now, they had hit thirty eight weeks of pregnancy; the cutoff point that their amended contract had specified. 

They each met outside Professor Eliza Shank’s office, waddling over for the final review of their adjustment to the experiment. The three women, despite being tired and bloated and with babies almost making them pee every time they moved, were still dolled up and wearing gorgeous maternity wear. This was part of the deal with the professor witch, after all, and never was there a better time to honour it.

“Finally, I can be a man again,” Jane said. “I seriously don’t wanna have my water break. These two won’t s-stop moving. God, I’m so fucking preggo.”

“At least your tits aren’t out of control,” Kamika noted. “Or your libido. Though, at least they both have their perks. Gonna miss that, I can’t lie. But birth? Motherhood? No way. I keep crying at the thought of leaving my little one, but I can’t stay like this.”

They’d all gotten teary-eyed over the thought of it, but that was hormones, Kamika and Jane assured themselves. Layla, however, was less certain. She had such a bond with her unborn child, and had never felt so full of purpose or blessed with life -  literally! She had come to the decision that she would actually ask the Professor for-

The door swung open. Eliza was in her sexy witch outfit again. “Come on in,” she said. “Let’s inspect you.” 

They entered, and Eliza took photos of them, then circled around each, rubbing the stomachs and even cupping their breasts. “My, you are all so gravid. You’ve done well. Ready to change back?”

Jane was immediately affirmative. Kamika followed, after just a moment’s hesitation. Layla, pointedly, said nothing, but instead bit her lip nervously, wanting to say her piece when the moment came.

“Well, that may just happen. I just need to review a few things. Firstly, there’s the question of your marks in this subject. I’ll let you all know right now how you went. Layla?”

Layla couldn’t meet the professor’s eyes. “Yes?”

“Straight A’s.”

She found herself proud . . . yet also disappointed over what this would mean soon.

“Kamika?”

“Please let me fucking pass, please let me fucking pass . . .”

“A B average.”

Kamika let out a sigh.

“Jane?”

“Just get it over with.”

“C average. A pass. It’s all you need; it shows you’ve grown to understand the importance of home economics.”

Jane rubbed her stomach, calming her babies. They always moved when she was anxious. But the professor wasn’t done yet. She put down the grade papers, and then examined each of them.

“On the expectation of you embracing womanhood, I must say I am impressed. Even Jane has her makeup correctly, and Layla, you look like a vision. Kamika, surprisingly sensual! I don’t judge, I am simply impressed you each found a certain style. That, too, is part of being a woman. And the same can be said for your outfits, which I have seen you continually in, your application of jewellery, purses, feminine products, and the like. It’s not just appearances either. From your auras, I sense two of you have experienced the pleasures of female sex, as well.”

Kamika blushed, and Layla grinned sheepishly.

“Not fucking me,” Jane said. “No way.”

“A shame, but it doesn’t disqualify you. You have dealt with greater compassion, connection, and sensitivity. You each pass.”

Another wave of relief, but a sting of worry for Layla.

“And lastly,” the Professor said, pointing to the series of photographs on her desk. “These are the photos of your apartment spaces, ready for your coming babies. You’ve followed my specifications clearly when it came to photographing these spaces, and I can tell you that . . . Layla, you have passed. Well done. You are glowing in body and mind.” Again that pride, again that fear. That uncertainty. But then greater uncertainty in the room rose, because she turned her gaze upon Kamika and Jane, and something shifted in it.

“But for Jane and Kamika, I’m afraid . . . you do not pass. And thus, I’m afraid, you don’t turn back, either.”

Jane squeaked, clutching her mouth with her hands. Kamika’s jaw dropped.

“Wh-what!?” the former managed.

“The fuck!?” the latter stammered.

“We did everything you asked us to do! We were fucking prepared!”

“Yeah, bitch!” Kamika hissed, gesticulating wildly and causing her baby to shift around in agitation within her womb. “We passed your course! We bought clothes and shit!”

At this, Professor Shanks simply gestured at two sets of photos on her desk; one of Jane’s home, and the other of Kamika’s.

“This is your preparation?” she said.

“Damn straight!” Jane replied.

“Uh-huh. These are the clothes for your baby, to show you’re prepared?”

“Of course!”

“And there’s the diapers, and the wipes, and the toys and bibs?”

“See! It’s all there.” Shanks raised one eyebrow. “I see. And where is the baby going to sleep?”

Jane opened her mouth, but seemed to short-circuit. A cold dread flooded through her as she realised that she had forgotten to even buy a crib, a cot, or a bassinet; whatever it was the baby needed! There was nothing there.

“I - I can get one!”

“Me too!” Kamika cried, realising she’d made the exact same mistake. “I can do it right now! It’s not too late!”

Eliza sighed. “I’m afraid it is too late, you see, this experiment has a cut off time, and given that you are racing towards it, you won’t have time. I mean, you can try, but-”

Kamika was already running, well, more of a slow job out of the building, her enormous boobs bouncing painfully on her chest and getting attention from everyone outside. Jane followed her, but with her twin belly she could only manage a slightly hurried walk, clutching the underside of her huge stomach and panting heavily.

“W-wait up, damn it!” she cried. “We can go f-faster if we carpool! Stop running, you bitch! Stop - ughhh!”

Suddenly, a gush of liquid burst from between her legs, running down her thighs and spilling to the ground. It was accompanied by an immediate and powerful cramp across her belly right down to her womanhood. It felt like lightning was shooting through her, and she wheezed, clenching her eyes shut as she slowed. She had to grip onto a quadrangle bench beside some very confused fellow students.

“Woah!” one said. “Oh my God, Jane! Do you need help?”

Damn it all, it was Faye. The beautiful Asian-American was staring at her friend in shock, then down at the wet section of her dress.

“Holy shit, you’re in labor! We’ve got you!”

“No! I’m n-not! Need to b-buy a bassinet before - uughhh!”

She began to pant more heavily. Another cramp was coming on, a continuation of the long contraction. There would be more to come, she knew. More until birth.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, clutching her tight belly. “I was so fucking close!”

Kamika only got a little further than her friend. She got to the parking lot, trying to push past several other students in her way.

“Get out of the way! I need to buy a cot before I go into labor! I need to - mmhm!”

Her car was in sight when her own water broke, her amniotic fluid gushing down her thighs just like with Jane. Kamika groaned, her enormous breasts aching, her belly tightening, but she couldn’t make it to the car: her legs were giving way. She tried to shuffle further, but was only getting there in fits and starts, and soon other students were rushing towards her in concern, calling out for towels and liquid and shade to help her as she went into labor right there in the parking lot. To her absolute humiliation, Kamika realised two of the girls were hotties she’d slept with as a man.

“Ughhh, f-fuck this h-hurts!” she cried, spreading her legs wide automatically as she rode out the pain. “It’s n-not fair! If I have to s-stay a woman, can’t I just do the sex part and not the m-mom part! NGHH!!”

All of this was happening outside the theatre, where Layla had remained. She could hear the commotion of Jane outside, and wanted to help her friend, but the Professor was looking at her curiously.

“Ready to turn back?” she asked.

Layla thought about what to say. Her baby kicked, rolling inside of her, nearly making her pee herself, but despite the discomfort of it, the feelings were truly spectacular, and it made her give a beaming smile as she caressed her swollen orb.

“I . . . I don’t think I am, professor,” she admitted.

Eliza smirked. “I didn’t think so. You took rather well to my classes. To all of it, in fact. And do I detect that there is a special someone, the one I saw you with not long ago?”

Layla bit her lip and nodded. “Ross. He’s . . . I like him. I want to see if it works.”

“You understand that if you choose to stay, the magic will run its course. You’re about ten seconds from your water breaking. Birth will follow. Then breastfeeding and diapers and long nights and being a mother and getting your body back into shape and all of that.”

“I know,” Layla said, still stroking her stomach, beholding it as if for the first time all over again. “But I wanna make it work. I wanna be a mother, and I think I can do it.”

“You think?”

Layla met her eyes. “I know I can. Plus, I like being a woman. It . . . suits me more, I realise. I don’t know how to say it, it just fits me right. And I think - I know - being a mother will too.”

The professor stepped forward, and to Layla’s surprise she actually hugged the former man, embracing her fully. When she stepped back, she had tears in her eyes and a look of pride upon her face.

“Good to know that my class and my magic really has made an impact. Okay, are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Layla said.

“Then get ready.”

The professor clicked her fingers, but there was no visible magic or any strange effect. Layla was about to ask if it had worked, when suddenly she felt a strange twinge between her thighs, and then something trickled out of her vaginal passage and through her dress. It was accompanied by a painful sense of tightness through her belly, the first contraction of many to come.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned, taking a big gulp of air. “Ohhh, that’s - ahhh, that’s definitely it. It’s starting, isn’t it?”

“For all three of you,” Eliza said, picking up her phone. “But for you, Layla, I’ll call an ambulance. Best of luck. Not that you’ll need it. You’ll be a perfect mom, so long as you remember your lessons.”

Layla managed a grin before the next wave of discomfort hit, and then she focused on herself. Her body. Her female, pregnant body. The one she would have for the rest of her life.

And the little son or daughter who she’d soon hold within her hands.

The End