Take Responsibility, Part 1 (Rapid/Hyper Preg) (Patreon)

A fun two-parter that I hope you'll enjoy! Next part will be even more fun, and will arrive next month.

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Two sisters couldn’t be more different; Mary is uptight and responsible, Pauline sleeps around and parties. But when Pauline gets knocked up unexpectedly, she comes crying back to her older sister, begging for help. But when Mary tries using a spell from an inherited spellbook - one she doesn’t even believe will work - it will change both their lives in ways they could not have foreseen . . .

Take Responsibility

Mary and Pauline were sisters only two years apart, but they couldn’t be any more different, not just in appearance but in their entire lifestyles. Twenty-four year old Mary had always been the responsible one; she was a thin athletic woman who aimed to excel in all important avenues of life. She was working on her Masters of Finance degree following a very successful Bachelor Degree result, and she devoted much of her time to this pursuit. Yet even despite all this study, she still found time to play hockey and basketball once a week, scoring highly for her teams and often being the difference between defeat and victory; and when she was present, it was always the latter. With her short bob of brunette hair and stern expression, she had a certain power to her expression that captured one’s attention. However, she wasn’t exactly a curvy woman; she had a flat chest and behind in part to her physical activities, in part due to simple genetics. She claimed she had never minded, but it did sometimes hurt when her longtime boyfriend Steven sometimes lingered his gaze on her more attractive sister.

Twenty-two year old Pauline was another matter entirely. The younger sister was the yin to her sister’s yang. She was a party girl, a dedicated extrovert who loves social catchups that went way past midnight, and was often getting tipsy not just with her girlfriends, but with handsome boys too. She too was at college, focusing on a Bachelors of Psychology degree, but her focus on the course often wavered, despite her having the intelligence to pass it. She often did the bare minimum, preferring instead to text her friends, arrange get-togethers, and flirt with men she was interested in. And whereas her older sister had an attractive, albeit lithe form, Pauline had inherited their mother’s curves and then some. She had large Double-D breasts and wide hips that led around to a perfect peachy butt which she just loved to wiggle in view of cute boys. She focused on fashion, wearing cute outfits and hot dresses that conformed to her voluptuous features, and she was also a classic blonde, which got many of the boys’ engines revving in her presence. She didn’t exactly discourage them.

The sisters had always been close, but ever since they entered adult life, they had drifted slowly apart. The first reason began with Mary getting her long-time boyfriend in Steven, who was a kind (if-traditional) man who wanted to settle down and start a family. Mary had absolutely no intention of doing so anytime soon, but she liked Steven, particularly since he was also business oriented like her. But it meant that she and her sister spent less time together, and it was the first wedge. The next reason, and the far greater wedge, was when Pauline turned twenty-one, and was able to go out drinking at clubs with her friends, and boyfriends. Mary had never approved of such behaviour, but Pauline loved going out partying, and didn’t care how drunk or flirty she got. Soon, Pauline was addicted to having sex often, and had a list of bootycalls, fuckbuddies, and hot hunks she could call up. With her good looks, particularly her ample bust line which was further enhanced by her low-cut tops, she was very popular out on the town. Mary was constant in her disapproval, especially when Pauline’s grades began to drop.

“You can’t keep going this way, Pauline! You’re going to waste your future!” she said during a heated argument. “You’re wasting your time with all this - this ridiculous behaviour!”

Pauline crossed her arms, furious. “Excuse me? You’re just jealous that I get all the attention because I’ve got bigger boobs than you.”

“Are you kidding? This has nothing to do with my boobs!”

“Oh yeah, then why is Steven always looking at them? Why don’t you just give him those kids he wants instead of bothering me all the time. Maybe then your boobs will be half as big as mine. Hell, just getting laid might make you less uptight.”

Mary nearly blew a vein in her temple. “You’re wasting all your potential Pauline, and one day you’re going to come begging to me for help because all your slutty actions will come home to roost.”

“Uptight bitch!”

“Stupid whore!”

The dynamic between them further soured, with the two refusing to speak to another for months on end. Mary would occasionally see Pauline walking in some new skimpy outfit; a short skirt showing off her perfect legs, a tight crop top revealing her taut stomach and pulling tight around her large breasts. She was often accompanying some handsome footballer or hunky student. The two would share a look, and Pauline would speak briefly to her latest boytoy, before moving to Mary. Mary would simply grab her books and leave before Pauline could approach her. She didn’t want to accept her sister’s attempts to reconcile until she was humiliated and apologetic. Eventually, Pauline got the message, though Mary saw her crying in public several times, comforted by her girlfriends. Mary knew she should apologise, but deep down her pride wouldn’t let her. She wanted to be able to say ‘I told you first.’

Another month later, she got her wish.

***

Mary was shocked when the knocking guest at her door turned out to be Pauline, her younger sister overcome with tears and wearing an uncharacteristically baggy hoodie.

“Pauline? What’s happened? Are you okay?”

Her sister looked at her with red eyes. “C-can I c-come in?”

Mary nodded, and let her sister in, not sure what had happened. She brought her over to the couch.

“Where - where’s Steven?” Pauline asked.

“He’s working late. It’s just me. You don’t have to worry about him ‘staring at your boobs’, I guess.”

Pauline shot her a look, and Mary realised that the comment was undeserved. She may have disliked her sister’s behaviour, but she didn’t want to be cruel about it. She wanted to be right.

“Okay, that was a bit too harsh,” she admitted. “What’s going on? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”

Pauline shook her head. It pained her to say what she had to say next. But more than that, the entire situation scared her.

“Well, Pauline? What is it?”

“I’m . . . pregnant,” she whispered.

“Sorry, what?”

“I’m pregnant!” she declared, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “I don’t know who the father is. There’s a few different guys it could be, but I’m fucking scared Mary. I don’t want to become a mother, and I don’t want to get surgery or anything, I don’t believe in that shit. God, I was so careful. I made sure they all wore condoms and everything!”

Mary managed to hide her smirk with her hand, pretending to be shocked and concerned. In truth, she was surprised this development hadn’t come earlier; perhaps some small part of her had actually wanted this outcome. It was, in many ways, the ultimate way to prove to her sister that Mary was right and Pauline was wrong. She shivered a little in excitement at the prospect of extracting a full apology from her younger sister, but she had to slowly make her way there.

“My God, I can’t believe it,” she said, sounding a little false. “Are you sure?”

Pauline nodded. “I’ve done seven tests, all different. All positive. I’m really pregnant. I’m knocked up, Mary. I - I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

Mary examined the baggy hoodie. It hid Pauline’s shape. She hadn’t seen her younger sister much recently, but was it possible this was not just a recent discovery?

“Pauline . . . how far along are you?”

The blonde was silent for a time. “Three months. I’m about to enter my second trimester.” She raised her fingers and slowly unzipped her hoodie jacket, and pulled the halves apart to reveal her body. She wore a tight crop top - no change there - but her stomach was noticeably a little swollen. More swollen than one would expect of three months, in fact. Her boobs were bulging out of the cups of her bra, looking as if they had swollen up to E-cups. Her nipples had already swollen; they dented the thin material of her bra and top.

“Christ, how long have you known?

Pauline’s voice was almost breaking. “About a month. I thought . . . I don’t know. I thought if I ignored them, something might happen. But they’re getting bigger.”

“They . . .”

She looked again at that slight bloat, the rounded curve of her sister’s stomach. It was indeed too big for a three-month belly, at least for a single foetus.

“Twins,” Mary realised. “You’re having twins.”

Pauline nodded. “I thought you could maybe help.”

Mary couldn’t help it. It was too perfect a line: she cracked up laughing. Instantly Pauline’s expression turned from one of sadness, to one of righteous anger.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

Mary managed to push the laughter away, but it still resurfaced as haughty giggles as she spoke. “Oh, nothing! Just that I have tried to help you Pauline, over and over and freakin’ over. I’ve told you to stop partying. I’ve told you to stop sleeping around. I’ve told you to take some damn responsibility with your life, and get focused on your studies. What can I say, Pauline, except I told you so.”

Pauline looked at her elder sister with shock, momentarily speechless. Then suddenly she zipped up her top and stood.

“Fuck you Mary. I come to you for help, after trying to approach you for months, and you treat me like this? I don’t want to end up as a single mother! Can’t you stop being so spiteful and help me?”

Mary folded her arms. “This is all your fault, sis. I told you that you’d get knocked up. But maybe I can be persuaded to help you sort out what to do with the kid if you agree to finally apologise to me for all your behaviour, and actually take responsibility.”

Pauline glared. “Fuck you. Fuck you. I’m going to find a way to deal with this, and when I have, I’m going to go straight back to partying as much as I want, and sleeping around as much as I want. And maybe, one day, I’ll accept your apology, sis.”

And with that, she stormed out, leaving Mary profoundly unsatisfied.

“I’ll find a way to make you responsible, Pauline,” she whispered to herself. “You’re bringing those twins into the world, I’ll make sure you have to grow up and take care of them.”

***

It was a powerful vow she had made that day . . . too bad it was almost impossible to fulfil. Mary continually tried to ambush her sister, bombard her with talking points, direct her towards parental guides and leaflets and pamphlets, but nothing worked. Pauline was refusing to talk to her, and moreover, she had gone back to her old ways. Despite her swelling belly becoming more and more obvious, she continued to dress in inappropriate outfits, and even went out partying a few times. It wasn’t the same for Pauline though; she could not drink alcohol, and a lot of guys weren’t interested in having sex with a pregnant girl. And some others were a little too interested for her tastes. What’s more, her breasts were increasingly achy and sore, too tender during sex. Her stomach - now four months along - was a nuisance at times, and her developing babies meant that she was throwing up still in the morning, and becoming overtired at the times she would usually be energetically going out for fun and sexy times. But still, she refused to let Mary see these problems, or that her grades were slipping even further, and that she was in danger of failing her degree altogether.

Mary, for her part, only saw that Pauline was still partying, still having the time of her life, and still not living up to her wasted potential. With every attempt at changing her younger sister’s stubborn mind foiled, she was quickly running out of options when it came to making her sister more responsible. Moreover, her boyfriend Steven had found out about Pauline’s pregnancy, and was excited by the prospect.

“How good would it be for us to get married, and have our own set of twins?”

She rolled her eyes. “Steven, I love you, and maybe, maybe one day I’ll have a baby with you. But it would be just that; one baby. And frankly, I’m not even sure I want one. I’ve got a prosperous career ahead of me, and I don’t want to be stuck as barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen; that’s where Pauline’s future is headed, and it’s not a good look.”

Steven just sighed. “Okay, babe. Okay. Still, I think you would be an amazing mother. And who knows, maybe Pauline will be too.”

He said the last words dreamily, almost as if he were most interested in Pauline’s fate than Mary’s own. As if he was still viewing her sister as more attractive, even round and knocked up. Perhaps because she was round and knocked up.

It was the last straw for Mary. She had to find a way to make Pauline realise her mistake, and to change her behaviour.

***

The tome was supposedly ancient. Supposedly. It had been handed down to Mary and Pauline from their great-grandmother, a half-blind old bat who constantly yarned on about how the book contained “real spells, true spells, spells I can sense you have the power to weave, if only you read the text right!”

To Mary, it just looked like a dusty old leather bound book with a metal clasp, and half-eroded imprints of dancing crones and maidens upon its cover. In ‘ye olden’ script was written the words Booke of Knowne Spells. It had been lying in the attic of Mary and Steven’s impressively large house for some  years. She didn’t believe in it, and Pauline’s interest in it had only been a teenage fad, exhausted when she found out from their great-gran that magic talent supposedly only manifested at adulthood, which was too far away for the impulsive girl.

Mary blew another coating of dust away. To her, the tome simply was another stupid hoax, another silly belief of her great-grandmother’s that was tolerated by the family because the woman was rich; a wealth she claimed she received from her dabbling in the book.

“Why am I even doing this?” Mary said, as she began turning the page. Illustrations of dancing demons and satyrs, laughing men and women, children being turned into monsters, all greeted her eyes. Other images were ones of fertility, women growing round and full with child overnight, or men becoming incredibly well-endowed after a simple incantation.

“This is ridiculous,” she said again. “I don’t even believe in this rubbish, why start now?”

But Mary knew the answer to that already: it was the last remaining resort, however ridiculous, for changing her sister’s destructive trajectory. And, of course, for proving herself right. She told herself the former was more important to her, but it still occasionally tasted of a better lie.

“Fine, might as well try it. Not that it will work.”

She scanned through the pages, trying to make sense of the olden-style language and the Gothic script. The illustrations were more helpful, and she began to scan the pages that seemed to be concerned with fertility and motherhood.

“Aha! Here we are!” she cried triumphantly, before shushing herself. Steven was watching television, and she didn’t want to get his attention. He’d been hounding her to lay off about Pauline, and, quote, “let her make her own mistakes and learn. You’re just going to make things worse by being on her back all the time.”

She ignored that very advice, having found what she was looking for. It was a spell that concerned pregnancy and motherhood, and its description was perfect.

‘Essence of a Mother’s Grace. Read this incantation aloud to take an expectant mother’s fortune and bestow it on a woman most deserving, that her body may flower upon the first’s fertility, and know the responsibilities that come with it, and the correct manner too.’

It sounded right. Sort of. The wording was a little ambiguous, but it seemed to indicate, to Mary’s thinking, that it would allow Pauline to flower in responsibility, and perhaps even behave accordingly? It seemed to mean that, though again, it was written oddly.

“Not like it’s real, anyway. Well, might as well try it. Sumta Uma Ferta Imab Wombtalla Inseremos Incantos Arcanos Instillmos!”

She finished the words, though she stumbled around on them a little.

“Dammit Pauline. Dammit Mary,” she mumbled to herself, and at the very moment that she specified her sister’s name followed by her own, she felt a light jolt in her belly, like an electric shock. It was minor, but she gasped. Steven poked his head around the corner. “Everything alright, love? What is that book? Is that the one your grandma gave you all the years back? The witch one?”

“The spells one,” she corrected,” and it was my great-grandmother. And yes, it is. I’m trying to summon an incantation to make Pauline behave better.”

Steven paused, a frown on his face. In that moment, she realised how insane it all looked.

“Honey,” he said. He was a handsome man, if a little ordinary. Short brown hair and a cute goatee, and he always looked good in a polo shirt.

“You’re right, I know. I know. I’ll throw it out.”

“I mean, it’s a family heirloom . . .”

“It’s a stupid old book of curses, and the fact that I’m using it shows that I need to get my priorities in order. I’m hurling it in the trash can, Steven, and then you and I can go out to dinner, treat ourselves, and have a night of wild sex.”

Her boyfriend beamed.

“Now you’re talking.”

***

A week later, Mary experienced some uncomfortable cramping in her abdomen. She thought it was her period come early, but there was no blood, and it came more intermittently. A week after that, her hunger began to surge, and she found herself eating more than she expected. Far more, in fact. She attributed this, as did Steven, to the fact that she had been getting skinnier as of late; she was sweating it out at sport, but all her stress over dealing with Pauline had meant she was thinning anyway.

“Good to pack on a few pounds,” Steven said, admiring the fresh glint that seemed to be in his partner’s hair, and the fact that her boobs seemed slightly bigger than they had been the previous month. The extra food seemed to be going to all the right places, and Mary didn’t mind either.

Four weeks after she had thrown the book away, letting it be sent off to God knows what trash yard or burning pit, she began to experience some bouts of nausea as well. Assuming it was a cold, she took a few days off study and relaxed, making sure to keep up with her work but giving time to herself. Several times after waking she had to run to the toilet and throw up, and after breakfast she sometimes experiences the same. The cramping had stopped by this stage, but her hunger was only getting more voracious. She was eating nearly double her usual amount of calories, and increasingly they were packing onto her hips, her ass, and her bust. In fact, they seemed to be concentrating in all the areas that women generally wanted them to go, turning her slim figure a little curvy. Already she’d had to buy B-cup bras to replace her little A-cups, and she wasn’t sure when it would stop.

It was after she woke up feeling especially bloated, two months after her ridiculous attempt to cast a spell on her sister, that she began to get suspicious. Mary was always particularly careful with her birth control medication, and she always made sure Steven wore a condom. Still, her various changes were starting to feel less like a few colds and bigger appetite, and more like what she was dearly hoping it wasn’t . . . a pregnancy.

It was only when she travelled to the pharmacy after taking yet another day off work that she confirmed it. She was, impossibly, pregnant. Well, not impossibly, but certainly statistically not likely to happen! She swore in the bathroom, and cursed Steven silently; had he put holes in the condom? But she would have noticed the leakage, so it didn’t make sense. She got up out of the public restroom located nearby, and began to walk to her car. As she passed, she saw Pauline going the other way, and tried to look away. The other woman stared at her anyway, and Mary couldn’t help but gaze back. Both seemed a little unnerved, but Mary was confused; her sister’s belly was flatter than she expected, and she didn’t waddle with twins like she should have been at six months. But she was wearing a thicker jacket, and it could have been a trick of the light.

Still, it made her curious; had she gone against her word and gotten rid of the babies? It made her think about accelerating her own timeline.

She immediately scheduled a doctor’s visit to try and understand how far along she was, and what options were available for her, and what - if anything - had suspiciously caused this. When the first scan confirmed what she was carrying, her jaw dropped.

“I’m carrying what!?”

“Twins, Mary. My congratulations to you and your partner.”

“T-twins?”

“Yes, indeed. Roughly four months along, I’d say.”

She couldn’t even think of a response. Surely, it couldn’t be a coincidence?

***

In the two months, everything had changed for Pauline. She had been humiliated when she visited her sister, and her best years, which were supposed to be filled with reckless fun and abandon, had been quite literally weighed down by her growing belly. Her midsection had grown quickly with its twin lives in the first four months, but somehow, overnight it was like her pregnancy just . . . stopped. She didn’t miscarry, she didn’t abort, and she certainly hadn’t done anything to her knowledge. But the ravenous hunger -  the ‘eating for three’ - simply stopped. The aching in her chest dissipated. The growth in her gut didn’t just pause, it slowly began to reverse.

Over the next two months, Pauline was astounded to find she was going through a pregnancy in reverse, only at double speed. Her breasts reduced from weighty E-cups to perfect, teardrop-shaped DD’s. Her belly withdrew, melting into her figure to become a taut midriff worth showing off again. Her skin didn’t glow so much, nor did her hair look as totally fresh, but these were small losses. She had prayed and begged to the universe to give her some more years of youth, of partying and sex and drugs and drink and fun, and the universe had, impossibly, answered.

After the last traces of pregnancy had disappeared, Pauline decided to check into a pharmacy just to make sure. As she walked there, enjoying even the movement of her body unhindered by a dominating belly, she caught sight of Mary. She tried to look away, but couldn’t help but be struck by the sight of her sister. She looked . . . pregnant. She wore loose-fitting clothing as usual - Pauline often sighed at how Mary always covered up her body - but even with her waifishness it was easy to see her breasts had grown. They didn’t exchange a word, but Mary’s eyes fell to the ground and she hurried her step.

“Well, I’ll be,” Pauline said, chuckling to herself. “After all her high horsing about having kids later and not wasting my potential, it turns out she got knocked up too. Nice going sis, hope you enjoy it.”

It would have been the best part of her day, were it not for the three negative pregnancy tests she received fifteen minutes later. It was official, she was no longer knocked up. Bye bye twins.

“Thank you universe!” she shouted. “And I won’t break my word, either! I’m going to party like I’ve never partied before, you best believe it!”

She left for the mall, to pick out the sexiest clothing and best beauty products she could find. She was going to be extra careful with contraception from now on, but her body was horny once more, and she wanted to go drinking, clubbing, and fucking, in that order.

***

At the same time as Pauline was getting tipsy with her girlfriends, explaining the crazy coincidence that ended her pregnancy (none of them were convinced, but Pauline didn’t care), Mary was working on an assignment for her master’s degree, and trying to ignore the terrifying fact that she was pregnant. Pregnant with twins, somehow. She certainly felt it; Her belly had a taut roundness to it by this point, a generous curve that looked more appropriate for the sixth month. Her breasts had become sore, and occasionally she felt at them, wincing at sensitive they were, particularly her enlarged areola and swollen nipples. She massaged them idly, not realising that she was stimulating further growth, and did the same to her butt-cheeks, shifting on the spot. She was feeling rounder back there, as well.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” she said. “How am I going to tell Steven? He’s going to be over the moon, and I’m going to have to bring him back down to earth. Fucking pregnant. Pauline better not have realised, or I’ll never live it down.”

She took another sip of her soothing tea, but it wasn’t enough. Her stomach gurgled, and she stood, moving to the cupboard. Once again, she was famished. After all, she was eating for three.

Across town, as this was happening. Pauline had picked out a tall, dark, and handsome man from the crowd. He was a little older, perhaps around thirty, but he moved with energy, and smiled appreciatively at her presence. She danced up against him for several minutes, enjoying his touch, his manly musk. He was certainly ripped, and she decided to turn it up a notch by allowing him to put his hands around her waist, then later, allowed him to go a little lower, and cradle her soft ass.

“Wanna get out of here?” he whispered in her ear, voice low and smooth, like molasses.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she said cheekily.

The ride to his home was via taxi, and it was a good thing too, because neither he - name was Derek - nor she could keep their lusty hands off each other. The driver was glad to be rid of them when they arrived at the man’s apartment. They went inside, already clinging to one another, breathing heavily in lust. Pauline’s nipples were hard with arousal as he fondled her large tits and pressed his tongue into her mouth. His strong arms held her, and she pressed her soft, attractive body against him, moaning just as softly.

“Mhhm . . . why don’t you go . . . “

She meant to say ‘go put a condom on,’ but for some reason the words never left her mouth. They just felt all wrong. Like she would be denying something, somewhere, in the universe. She took it as a sign, and decided to give in. What were the odds of actually getting knocked up again anyway?

“Why don’t I . . ?” Derek asked back.

She flashed a sensual smile, tousling her blonde hair over one shoulder as she stripped her dress away, revealing her busty body in sexy lingerie.

“Why don’t you come over here and fuck me hard.”

He did exactly that, and soon she was screaming in passion while he came inside of her.

***

Mary was trying to figure out how to answer a particular question on an assessment sheet when suddenly her nipples tensed, becoming hard, erect, and aroused. She gasped a little as a warmth settled in her belly, and she clutched herself, suddenly turned on beyond belief.

“What - what is h-hapenning to - OOhhhhh!”

She groaned, feeling pleasure equivalent to sex flooding through her body. It was like she was being fucked by a ghost; she felt as if a large dick was thrusting inside of her over and again. She gripped her desk, groaning, her bloated body flushed.

“MMhhhhmmmmpph!”

She moaned and wailed, trying desperately through the pleasure to figure out what was going on, and hoping against hope that her boyfriend would not walk through the door any moment now. The feeling continued to rise, the invisible thrusting making her tunnel wet with anticipation. She squeezed her B-cup boobs, and to her shock, a pressure behind them rose, and they practically doubled in size, overflowing their cups and becoming buxom full C-cups, if not D’s! Sweat coarsed over her form, the unrelenting pressure spreading to her hips, which widened by an inch or two, giving her a more maternal, curvy figure.

“I d-d-don’t understaaaahhhh!!”

And with that, she exploded in orgasm, clutching the desk as wave after wave of bliss rolled through her core. There was a little electric jolt of pleasure, strangely familiar, that settled deep in her core. In her womb. It was forgotten as soon as the feeling dissipated; she had other things to worry about.

Slowly, the pleasure fading to a sort of post-coital gentleness, Mary rose from her seat and moved to the bathroom, clutching her slightly rounded belly and holding her expanded boobs in wonder. She gasped when she saw herself in the mirror.

Somehow, impossibly, she had become curvier in mere moments. Her boobs were bigger, her hips wider, and her ass more rounded. Even her hair was longer, somehow.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” she whimpered.

She lowered a hand over her belly, unaware that a third life had just magically joined the other two, courtesy of her sister, who was over two miles away.

To Be Continued . . .