“Thank you, mistress”, Argyle said as he helped me back to my feet.
I waddled along the sidewalk, my belly swaying gently. My shirt, which was tight when I’d first conjured it, now rode most of the way up my belly. There was a carnal fire burning in the back of my head, fuzzing the corners of my consciousness. Being powered by fertility magic produces the problem that the sex can interfere with my thought processes a little. I was now at the stage where being pregnant started feeling good, the bigger the better as the Power of my fertility flowed through my body in an almost electric buzz. I cast another spell to lighten my feet and make it easier to walk, and idly stroked my taut belly as the baby stretched inside me, getting used to his new size.
“I’ll need a new body soon,” I commented to Argyle. He nodded and blinked, and the deep brown eyes of his illusory self momentarily faded out, replaced by the deep crimson of his real eyes. My bodyguard scanned from side to side, looking around with senses other than conventional vision. “I see what we need about two miles away in that direction,” he said.
Under my lightness spell, walking along wasn’t very hard. I practically drifted along the ground, my belly swaying perkily as it defied gravity. I looked like I was about six months along at this point, and my fetus squirmed as my Power flowed from him, growing him rapidly as his very growth fueled my spells.
Around us, the neighborhood went from nice to shabby as big cities tend to. BMWs gave way to Hondas, and then to old junkers. Mansions became suburbs, then rental houses, and then we reached block after block of big multi-unit apartment complexes. I was high on Power, recklessly tuning my senses to their peak as I saw through people and things as we walked. I cast another spell on my child, calming him in the hopes that he’d stop trying to kick his way out. Argyle hissed a warning, and then began to fade. First he became a little translucent, then he faded farther and farther until he simply vanished. Only the slightest heat-like shimmer betrayed his presence to the mundane world. For what I needed, I had to look like I was alone, and Argyle knew it.
The sidewalk was dusty and broken, with weeds growing through the various cracks. The dying lawn in front of the apartment complex seemed to cry out for a drop of moisture, and in a moment of compassion I cast a rejuvenation spell on it. A cooling mist of water covered the brown grass, and the plants responded immediately, greening and healing. I hunched over in discomfort, but not quite pain, as my uterus began sliding downwards within me, and the fetus began rotating into a birthing position. I needed to be careful at this point, because using much more Power could possibly put me into labor.
“Hey, what’s up baby?” demanded a voice from my left. I looked up to see a young white man in his 20s or so in a tank top, with a basketball player’s lanky but toned figure. “I’m just catching my breath,” I said.
He smirked, stepping forward confidently. “You all right mama?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’ll be fine, just let me catch my breath,” I repeated.
He shook his head. “I would, but I can’t let a pregnant woman stay out in this heat. Come on, let me drive you somewhere in my car,” he said. His words may have been kind, but he had the cold, dead eyes of a shark. I once had eyes like that, and eventually learned to hide them. But eventually, I stopped having to. It seems that people can recognize a young killer’s eyes, and an old killer’s eyes, and everything in between. But at some point, old becomes ancient, the body count stretches past recollection, and the warning signs in the back of an ordinary person’s head just don’t register anymore.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I rubbed the small of my back, trying to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure the baby’s head was putting on my cervix. The main thing this accomplished was making my belly jut out in front, my popped navel protruding proudly. My jeans had been pushed way down by my belly as I walked, exposing a tantalizing view of my pubic region was exposed, and my shirt had receded until it resembled a workout bra. The heat was sweltering, and I could feel perspiration beading up along my body – it probably gave me just the right lustrous shine too.
He licked his lips nervously, and I could practically smell what he had in mind for me. “No trouble at all, mama. Just get in my car, and we’ll go anywhere you want.” He reached past to open the passenger door of the car next to me. “Come on, pretty mama.”
Persuaded, I sat in the passenger’s seat and waited as he walked around and climbed into the driver’s side. Unnoticed, the car’s suspension settled further as a 300lb weight settled on the rear of the car and braced itself for a ride. “What’s your name?” I asked my erstwhile savior.
“Rudy”, he said. I knew it wasn’t his real name, but it didn’t matter to me at all. I was just playing a role at this point, giving him a chance to change his mind and pick a path that didn’t lead to damnation. So far, only a handful of men I’ve found have ever failed to choose damnation.
Rudy turned his keys, and the old car roared to life. He put it in reverse, then pulled out of the parking spot. “I’m from around here.”
I nodded, then settled back in my seat. “I’m Morgan,” I replied. We passed a couple of lights before I observed, “I haven’t said where I want to go yet.”
Rudy nodded. “Yeah, I know. I got something to take care of first though, baby,” he said. I feigned surprise and said, “In that case, why don’t you just drop me off over here?”
Rudy smirked. “This ride don’t come with an off switch, bitch. You shouldn’t get into cars with strangers. Not in your condition, at least.”
I acted shocked. “What are you going to do to me? I’m pregnant, in case you didn’t notice!”
Rudy cranked the steering wheel and pulled off of the paved road, and into a deserted lot full of junked cars. “Oh, trust me, I noticed. You don’t think that turns a man on?”
He steered the car around a stack of decaying cars, then cut the engine and faced me. “I don’t do this often, babe, but you’re the hottest thing I’ve seen in years. And I’m gonna get a piece of you right now.”
I took stock of the scenario, and concluded that Rudy had done this before.
I slowly pulled up my shirt a little, caressing my swollen uterus. “This,” I said as I squeezed my belly with both hands, “turns you on?”
Rudy licked his lips. “You have NO idea, babe.” I could see his cock through his pants, erect like a flagpole. His trembling hands were suddenly on my body, groping my firm and swollen belly, then tunneling under my shirt to lift my swollen tits into plain view. A little bit of milk dribbled out of my right nipple as he did so. “Then you probably know I don’t want this,” I told him.
Rudy nodded. “I get that, but it don’t matter. If you’re good, though, I’ll let you live.”
I sighed defeatedly and leaned back in the seat, my breasts jiggling as I did so. My top was nothing more than a band over my shoulders and a pair of sleeves at this point, so I pulled it off over my head and freed my milk-engorged tits. My left nipple started to seep milk too, and I ignored it as I reached down to unbutton my pants. I wriggled my hips back and forth, managing with difficulty to peel down the skin-tight jeans I was wearing.