Amelia Works Hard
It was finally going to happen. Amelia had worked so hard up to this point, getting everything right, performing the rituals correctly… tricking Jason into cumming inside her.
Amelia looked at herself in the mirror, she was quite lanky. 5′10″, barely 115 pounds. Frazzled and stressed red hair framed her long face. She couldn’t stand the bags under her eyes. Her thin hips, her little A cups on her narrow chest, the puffy little nipples with the way too small areola. But not for much longer.
She could already feel the magic churning inside her belly. The powerful Fertility Rite she had performed would fix all of this. She would never have to go to that awful law office again. She would never have to look at this body again. And the fact that Jason would become more dominant. Something lurched inside of her. Here it comes.
The first thing she noticed was her hair, it straightened itself and became long and silky, darkening as it went. Her face shortened and became rounder. Her Romanesque nose became a small button nose, and her eyes went from a dim green to a sparkling mix of blue and brown as the bags and wrinkles on her face disappeared without a trace.
The transformation moved downwards, her whole frame became shorter, losing about 7″ of height. Her weight seemed to stay the same as the extra Amelia moved into her hips and breasts, giving her a trim hourglass figure, with beautiful D cups. ‘Yesss,’ Amelia thought to herself. ‘This is a woman who doesn’t need to work, this is a woman who is about to spend her marriage having a few kids with her sexy husband.’
She thought of Jason, the images of him in his baggy button ups faded away. Jason the head of the IT department from work turned into Jason the Personal Trainer she had fallen in love with at college. She had new memories of athletically fucking on every soft surface in the house. The old memories didn’t disappear, but now they sat in the back of her mind like a boring old movie she had seen.
She observed her body, a nice tan had set in and she looked like she had shed 12 years of stress off her body. ‘Duh, I’m 27,’ she reminded herself. Right, powerful spell, whole new reality. Lots to get used to. She now thought of the baby the spell had confirmed was now inside her, and names came to her, ‘Delilah or Samson’. The new memory came to her as she felt a little wetness gush from her, she bit her lip. Jason and her had decided on those names while the baby was being conceived. Mostly Jason. She was moaning, bent over the edge of the bed as Jason reamed her with his perfect dick. He played a game with her, he would choose a name with each slow, deliberate thrust. And whatever stroke she came on would be the name.
Amelia sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed gently at her clit. But that was just the boy names. He listed off the girl names next as he kept thrusting into her shaking body. He came right around ‘Delilah’ and it seemed fitting against Samson. After a few minutes, he was totally hard again and decided they were such good names that he would make sure it was twins so they could use both and started plowing her fertile slit again.
Amelia came just thinking of the memory as she fondled her newly curvaceous body. The post-orgasmic bliss lasted longer than usual though. She looked again at the mirror and noticed something was odd. Was her hair even longer? She got up to get a closer look.
Definitely, her hair was now almost to her hips. A tingle spread from her freshly satisfied pussy to the rest of her body. Landing first in her lips with another orgasmic surge. Amelia moaned out loudly as her lips plumped up slightly, new memories blasted through her mind of the copious blowjobs she had given Jason. Next she felt her belly rapidly grow. Looking like she was easily 5 months pregnant already. The memories caused her another orgasmic shock. Now remembering the visits to the doctor’s office. Twins, it was twins. Amelia smiled a brilliant smile at her belly. With plenty of memories of all the pregnant sex she had had. Her growing body on top of a proud and ever more voracious Jason.
Her breasts plumped up further, areola growing to a more acceptable size on the fattened tits. She could think of the breast pump Jason had just bought her for her birthday, half-expecting/half-hoping she would be a strong producer once she gave birth.
Her thighs and hips responded in kind, growing with all good food she had been craving the past few months that she could suddenly recall in her mind. She turned to observe the bountiful booty that had been added as well. She could feel a ghostly imprint of Jason’s strong hands gripping the jiggling cheeks as they fucked.
Amelia sat down on the bed, caressing the lovely new curves. Just as she had begun to fully appreciate her new body, another incredibly powerful orgasm ripped through her, causing her eyes to roll back into her head for just a moment. Her body began to change anew. Her fingernails became glossy and long, like they weren’t meant to be used for anything but wrapping around her husband’s thick dick or clawing into his back.
Her hips started growing again, widening into the most motherly of birthing hips. They felt… experienced, but Amelia couldn’t quite think of why. Next came her breasts, growing into fat, soft, nummy tits. There was definitely milk in these, a lot. She glanced over to where her milk pump was on top of the dresser, but instead she saw a milking machine, like something you might see on an independent farm in place of the dresser.
Amelia felt her cheeks get a little puffy, she had new memories of getting a little plump during her pregnancy. And plenty of memories of Jason assuring her that every pound just looked sexier. Next, she could feel hair touching the tops of her ass cheeks and looked down to see it crawling down her chest and over her shoulders. She recalled Jason telling her she wouldn’t need haircuts anymore.
A soft coo escaped her lips as they plumped up again, growing from a cute pair to large, permanently ready cocksuckers. She reminded herself not to nod off, as she would need to be ready on her knees when Jason got home for his first blowjob of the evening.
Finally her belly surged outward, slowly growing to dominate her new body. She could feel them, 4 kicking pairs of feet. Samson, Delilah, Rebecca, and Alice. She ran her dainty hand along the huge, firm belly in front of her.
The sound of the door opening broke Amelia from her daze. She snapped her eyes to the door and saw Jason’s bronzed Adonis body fill the doorframe.
“Hey baby,” came his soothing, caramel-rich voice. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”
“Really, sweetie?” Amelia said in a breathy voice as she spread her legs, letting her husband see her ready and wet entrance.
“Absolutely, how could I take my mind off of the most perfect breedslut in the world?” Jason replied as he removed his clothing, allowing his enormous, rock hard cock to pop out.
Amelia tingled at being called a breedslut. “That’s so sweet of you, daddy. But I know you have plenty of little sluts at the gym you own getting their holes plugged.”
“Well of course,” Jason replied as he sank his tree trunk of a cock into his young wife. “But none of those breed-bunnies I have working for me get to claim to be my wife. And none of them will be able to claim they’ve had 7 babies before they turn 21.”
“Ooooh GOD, yes baby, you’re so right baby,” Amelia squealed as Jason plunged into her ready pussy. She had just turned 20 a month ago and she recalled how ecstatic Jason was when they found out she was going to have triplets just a few months after they started dating.
Jason was the stud that owned the gym she had found when she first came to college. That seemed like so long ago now. With her body so drastically changed and her first litter of Jason’s babies down the hall. “What’s the tally, ahhh, ohmygod, now sweetie?”
“Let’s see,” Jason thrust slowly but steadily into his heated young wife. “My secretary, Julie, she’s got twins on the way. Marissa, that new black girl I hired? She wanted to be in charge of the maternity classes we taught. And I asked her if she had ever had kids. She says no and I show her my cock and tell her I can’t have a motherless woman teaching mothers-to-be, let alone be in charge of a staff of expecting young women, now can I?”
“Absolutely not,” Amelia squeaked as Jason pumped deep into her body, shaking the bed beneath them.
“Exactly, well Marissa has confirmed triplets on the way. And Kelly just got back a positive test as well, it seems like our 1-on-1 performance meeting in the women’s shower a few weeks ago has really turned her workplace ethic around.”
“I’m so proud of you baby,” Amelia gasped, she felt so helpless to Jason’s tanned, muscular body as he fucked her senseless, unable to fuck back with the vast weight of her belly pinning her to the bed.
“Thank you, breedslut. Oh, and Amelia?”
“Yes, daddy?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, toooOOOH FUCK,” Amelia replied as Jason flooded her fertile pussy and her body came in response. Her eyes settled on a picture on the other end of the room as she recovered from the high. It was too dark to totally make out with the picture was. It was some old photo of a pale, skinny couple. Who even were those people? Not someone she or Jason would ever be friends with, certainly.