A (Very Pregnant) (Male) (Elven) Witch II (Patreon)

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It turned out to be a long night. It took Matthew a while to really process the whole thing.

“So that’s basically it,” said Jack quietly. They were both seated in the kitchen now, and Jack had been staring at the tabletop for the entirety of his lengthy explanation. “I know it’s unbelievable. I guess you don’t really have to believe it. But yeah, I’m basically an elven witch. And pregnant. About 52-weeks in. I know I don’t look it when I’m in class, but I spelled some garments for when I go out. They make me look a lot smaller than I actually am.”

Whenever Matthew saw Jack around class, Matthew thought he was big. But now — now Jack was just huge.

As Matthew’s mind was steadily freed of the effects of alcohol, he could take proper inventory of Jack’s body. The enormous, round belly sticking out from Jack’s frame, just looking absurd and fake, yet heavy and heaving. Matthew could see hints of movement shivering at one part or another. Presently, the mass was perched in Jack’s lap while shoving against the side of the table. It just looked too big for the blonde, who was flushed and panting, his hands cradling it habitually. The swell was wider than the rest of him, overflowing his lap, just overwhelminghis body. Matthew could hardly understand how Jack could carry the thing. Apparently, there was magic involved.

Matthew’s gaze was also able to register something he had not noticed previously. Perhaps it had been too well hidden, or just a shadow to Jack’s huge, jutting swell. But Jack had a very round, very full, pair of womanly breasts perched high on his chest. They were the size of honeydews, while still so full and perky, presently stretching out the tank top Jack had stretched over his form. Thick, swollen nipples bulged visibly against the white material. Sweaty cleavage bulged heavily over the neckline, looking positively delicious somehow.

“If this whole thing just weirds you out, you’re welcome to leave,” Jack was saying. “I’m willing to give you a full refund, and —”

“No!” Matthew blurted, too loudly, especially considering the early hour of the morning. The thought of this ending had snapped him out of his reverie. “No, I mean…it’s a shock. But — it’s okay. I think it’s great, what you’re doing. I didn’t even know that, like, this magic stuff was real. I should be thanking you. This is kind of amazing.”

Jack blinked back at him, looking both a little nervous and a little relieved. “Well…that’s a much milder response than I was expecting. Most people would be freaking out.”

“Nothing really shocks me these days,” Matthew laughed, getting up.

“That’s good to know,” Jack responded. His process of standing was a bit longer, as he gripped the tabletop and scrunched his face, grunting until he managed to heave himself to his feet.

Matthew was greeted to a different view, and perhaps a better view, because Jack looked even bigger when he was standing. Matthew stared at the way Jack’s plump belly button bulged out against his straining tank top. Matthew could hardly believe this was real. He hadn’t thought that people could get this pregnant — it just seemed anatomically impossible. But then, Jack was impossibly pregnant —52 weeks – and magic was a thing. This magic idea seemed really quite nice. Suddenly Matthew liked magic very much.

Matthew stared at the generous curve of skin protruding visibly beneath Jack’s shirt. “Can I feel it?” Matthew asked.

Matthew wasn’t sure why Jack blushed. It didn’t seem like a big deal.

“Um…s-sure.” Jack nodded. “Go ahead.”

Matthew stepped forward, moving close enough to comfortably reach down and lay his hand flush against the swell. It was so warm and dense. Full to the brim. Matthew rubbed it as Jack’s face went redder and his breathing thinned as he squirmed a little.

So did the baby. “Oh, it’s moving,” Matthew said in amazement as his other hand moved to join the first one in cupping Jack’s belly.

“Yeah,” said Jack weakly. He stepped back a little, his butt hitting the table edge, but Matthew’s hands followed. “Matt, it’s late. I really should be getting to —”

“So this thing completely transformed you,” Matthew blurted. “It just made you so —womanly. How does it feel? Must be weird, I mean…. Are you worried about pushing the baby out? How did you even get pregnant in the first place?” Matthew knew he was talking way too much but he could hardly control himself. This situation was completely unique. One-of-a-kind. He might never witness something like this again.

But then Jack moved away, completely breaking their contact, and Matthew finally registered how uncomfortable the elf looked.

“Sorry,” said Matthew. “I must’ve crossed a line —”

“It’s fine,” said Jack breathlessly as his hands cradled the beachball-sized mass jutting out from his body. “I’m just…tired. See you tomorrow, alright?”

“Right,” said Matthew, his eyes already trailing back to Jack’s round jugs, then further down. God, this body.

“Good night, Matthew,” said Jack as he turned and waddled off, leaving Matthew alone in the kitchen, lost in his thoughts.