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Tammy never bothered to officially break up with me. I arrived to Chemistry class one afternoon and found her sitting in Brad’s lap. I took a deep breath, tempered myself, walked over to the pair, and asked Tammy what was up. Tammy didn’t meet my eyes. She simply ignored me. As the surrounding students pointed, whispered, and giggled at the scene, I grabbed my backpack and left the room.

This was middle school shit. We were college students. I was both baffled and mortified that she would end things in such a passive and humiliating way. Even a text message would have been preferable to what had happened in that classroom.

I thought about the way Brad snickered into Tammy’s nape as I awkwardly shuffled off. I remembered how the professor stared after me in combined amusement and sympathy. My magic stirred and twisted from where it was buried inside my chest. I tried to control myself, but I could already feel it thrumming in my fingertips.

The next class Tammy and I had together was Biology. I wondered what sort of punishment would be most fitting for such a snide whore. In the end, my magic seemed to make the decision for me. I glared at the back of Tammy’s head, my face twisted in a grimace. Suddenly a heavily pregnant student—Teresa—gasped and rose. Tammy released a groan and clutched her midsection.

If I craned my neck, I could just see Tammy’s profile. Her stomach seemed to heave, torso convulsing as more and more of her abdomen pushed forward into her shirt. Soon she had a visible heap that was still steadily growing, pushing out beneath her top as she abortively tugged the stretchy material down. My eyes gleamed with fascination as Tammy swelled and swelled, until she looked nine months pregnant, and was sobbing. The classroom had gone silent. Teresa merely gawked.

As my gaze shifted to Teresa, I realized that she was no longer pregnant. Her stomach was now flat. So that’s what I’ve done… I mused, as she patted her torso with a horrified expression. Her gaze snapped to Tammy. “What have you done with my baby!?”

Tammy clambered to her feet, though it took her a few clumsy attempts. Once she was standing, she nearly toppled, clearly disconcerted by her changed center of gravity. As the formerly-pregnant Teresa marched towards her, Tammy feebly tried to back away. It was humiliating, Tammy standing there, her shirt having slid up beneath her breasts, leaving her whole belly exposed. The buttons and zipper of her skirt had snapped open, the material straining at her hips, that had widened to accommodate her increased girth. “I didn’t do anything!” she choked out.

“You stole my baby!” Teresa launched herself towards Tammy, but two male students got up and held her back from the swollen, quivering woman.

Sobbing audibly, Tammy waddled for the door as quickly as her bloated body would allow her to.

I leaned back in my chair and pulled out my phone. I unlocked it, the screen flickered, and the ordinary template disappeared. In its place was a live video, and I could see as Tammy made her way to the bathroom.

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She stood in the bathroom, fruitlessly trying to tug down her top which had suddenly grown several times too small for her. She was convinced that what had happened wasn’t even possible, and yet she was living it.

She shuddered as the child moved. She could see ripples crawling across her swollen girth. She held the underside of her belly. She was so heavy. She looked as though she was about to give birth.

Dabbing at her tears until they finally stopped falling, Tammy tried to pull her cardigan around herself, but it was just so small. The belly looked obscenely large on her otherwise petite body. The pressure on her hips left it stretched painfully, wide and cradling the swollen mound.

Waddling her way out of the bathroom, Tammy made her way to the campus physician’s office. She ignored the stares of the surrounding students as she struggled forward in her too-small attire, back arched, belly heaving.

When she entered the room and approached the counter, she was nearly in hysterics again. The office manager hushed her, brought her to a seat in the waiting room, and made her a cup of tea. Breathing deeply, Tammy started to calm down. The manager then returned to her desk and got on the phone.

Several minutes later the formerly-pregnant Teresa arrived, looking much calmer. She spotted Tammy, tensed somewhat, then sat down beside her. The two women stared at each other, but couldn’t seem to find words. Instead Teresa reached out and held one of Tammy’s hands. They smiled tensely and waited to be called.

Tammy fidgeted in her chair, cringing slightly whenever she felt the baby move. She frowned at her rippling skin and the faint stretch marks on her mound. Her breasts were also steadily swelling, filling to accommodate the pregnancy. They were bulging now in the low-neckline of her top, cleavage flushed and pressed together. Her nipples were bulging out, visibly swollen. They were so big and erect, I wished I could touch them.

It was only then that Tammy felt someone watching her. She stiffened, and turned slightly, to see me standing there, learning on the doorframe.

“Y-you—” he stammered, as I offered a smirk. She squirmed as though to get up, Teresa trying to calm her down.

My eyes glowed as I looked around the waiting room. There were only a few other people in the office at the moment. A young man in a sports jersey clutching a bloody rag to his broken nose; an older student releasing coughs as she clutched at an inhaler. To my surprise there was another pregnant woman, her condition poorly masked in her baggy maternity clothes. I bit my lip as my magic stirred, Tammy still trying to scramble up to her feet. The two pregnant women gasped as Teresa groaned, sagging. It was then that I realized I had been slightly off target.

Teresa began to rapidly swell, the loose dress hanging around her filling up again. She came to look nine months pregnant, and smiled in relief, but it didn’t stop. She kept growing, her belly pushing forward, swelling, stretching out her dress till several buttons popped off.

Teresa clutched at her mound as though to contain the growth; push her belly back in somehow. But it did the opposite, as she continued to swell, hands pulling apart as her belly expanded beneath them.

By the time it was over, I was a little stunned by how large she was. Teresa was breathing in harsh gasps, face flushed, as her cheeks puffed in and out. She squirmed awkwardly beneath the beachball-sized mound perched in her lap. She arched, groaned, and rubbed her navel. I stared, mystified as moisture began to seep into her dress, against each nipple.

Must have been twins, I realized, twins in addition to her original baby. I started at the formerly-pregnant stranger, who was now clutching her flat midsection, looking aghast. She didn’t seem to have realized where he infants had gone, just that they were indeed gone. She dropped to her knees and held her head.

The young man with the broken nose had dropped his rag, now allowing blood to pour freely down his chin. The asthmatic woman was puffing furiously on her inhaler, her eyes darting about as though she was sure she had gone mad. The office manager was just yammering hysterically.

In the meantime, Tammy jumped to her feet, abandoning Teresa and the distressed woman to race for the door. I was delighted to see that her hips had remained wide, and her breasts, large, bobbing about in her shirt. I allowed my eyes to trail over her new physique as I blocked the exit and crossed my arms.

“John…” said Tammy tentatively, her trembling fists clenched at her sides.

“What’s going on here?” said the doctor, strolling into the waiting room. Her nametag said Fisher, and to my utter amazement, she was pregnant as well! She entered the room, absently rubbing her swollen abdomen. The large mound strained against her lab coat. She looked as though she was ready to pop!

My magic took over from there, snatching the three babys from Teresa, in addition to the doctor’s child, and directing them all back to Tammy.

My ex-girlfriend went down this time, dropping to all fours. I watching in delight as her belly pumped out in pulsations of growth, pushing farther and farther as she clutched it and moaned. It quickly popped out of her shirt, the mound pressing hard into the floor. Tammy had no choice but to maneuver herself, leaning back to plop onto her backside. The mound swelled and swelled, Tammy spreading her legs wide to make more room for it. She grunted and rubbed it, urging it to stop. “John…please…” she pleaded to me, whimpering as her body heaved inch by inch, forward.

When it was over, Tammy dropped to her back, looking like the beached whale she had become. Her belly was wider than the rest of her, like a fat bolder, crushing her. She cried out as her body jerked in harsh contractions, her thighs quivering, then spreading wide open. “Oh god,” she grunted, looking at me with her tear-filled eyes. “I think—nrrgghhhh—they’re coming!”

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