Mura, a witch with short black hair and eyes that shifted like moonlight on water, had promised to help her best friend Keri conceive. In Mura's herb-scented apartment, she performed the ancient fertility spell, her fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. The magic crackled and swirled, but instead of settling into Keri's womb, it twisted back toward Mura, coalescing between her thighs. She gasped as flesh formed and grew, leaving her with a fully formed male member straining against her skirt. After awkward laughter gave way to serious discussion, they decided to try the traditional method. Hours later, they sat nervously on Keri's couch, fingers intertwined, when Keri suddenly clutched her abdomen. Before their astonished eyes, her stomach swelled like bread rising in an oven, stretching the fabric of her cotton dress. Minutes passed, and another wave of growth left her round and heavy as though she'd carried for nine months instead of mere hours. Mura slipped her arm around Keri's waist, supporting her friend's trembling legs as they slowly ascended the staircase, both women silent with wonder and fear.
