Stuck as his Best Friend’s Babymama, Part 9 (Bimbo Preg TG) (Patreon)

Chris has always been the dominant friend to Derek, often teasing his friend about his love life in good fun. But when a sorceress overhears their conversation and thinks Chris is a misogynistic bully, the young man is turned into a busty redhead forced to be utterly devoted to Derek, as a punishment and present to them respectively. Of course, it doesn’t take long for Chris to also get pregnant, starting a race for the two of them as they try to find the witch to undo this undeserved curse!

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Part 9: The Meeting

To Chriss’ complete surprise, Juliana really was staying at the resort. She was, in fact, one of the first things they saw on approach to it; she was waiting for them in one of the lounge seats by the reception desk, and they had barely stepped inside the building before she coughed loudly to indicate her presence. It was then that Derek realised just how much he had been hoping to stall this moment, to make it last out as long as possible so that when it inevitably turned out Juliana had moved on, they wouldn’t have enough time to actually track her down before Christina went into labor. Which made this all the more surprising, and terrifying. For the both of them.

Juliana waved again, gesturing for them to approach. Christina and he exchanged a glance, and began to step forward together. Well, he stepped. She waddled, gripping the underside of her bulging abdomen. Juliana looked radiant as she had the night that Chris had gotten on her wrong side. She was in relaxing summer wear, with a top that bared her midriff a little. It was almost a statement, a taunt at Christina. She chuckled as they approached.

“Well, well, well, the happy couple arrives. You almost look surprised to see me, Derek.” Her eyes lingered over him before passing to Christina. “My God Christina, you’re glowing! How many weeks along are you now?”

“Thirty one weeks,” she said, tensing slightly. Derek knew that look. She was agitated, which often made the baby agitated and prone to kicking in her womb.

“Just nine or ten to go then! You must be so nervous! But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. After all, think of all the future babies you’re going to have after this one! Not exactly how you thought your misogynistic, bullying life was going, huh?”

Chriss gritted her teeth, but Derek stepped in to take over.

“How did you know we were coming?” he asked.

“I’m not an idiot, Derek. I knew that Chriss would try to track me down the second I turned her from your bully to your lover. I put a charm on both of you, in fact, so that if you ever got near I would know. I do it with all my victims, even the ones I help like you, just in case. I must ask though, how did you find me? And why? I thought you would be happy with your new life?”

“We tracked down someone else you changed.”

“Was it Harold? No, it couldn’t be.”

“What – who’s Harold? What did you change him into?”

“He was a waiter who was very rude to his coworkers and some of his customers, until he chose the wrong person to vent his women problems too. Now have a look at him.”

She indicated across the room to the ground floor restaurant of the building, where a cute young waitress with a brunette pixie cut was smiling and directing several male customers whose eyes had no intention of travelling northward to meet hers. That was because her chest was barely contained by the incredibly tight-fitting blouse she was wearing, and that was with several buttons undone to reveal a tantalising hint of cavernous cleavage. Her immense boobs were practically the size of her head each, even bigger than Chriss’ when hers were fully engorged.

“You turned him into her?” Derek asked.

“Not quite,” Juliana said, smirking devilishly, “I’ve been trying some more intricate spells as of late, and Harold was too much of an incel woman-hater to ever be given such a light blessing like you have, Chriss.” She smiled at the former male before continuing. “No, Eliza here was his co-worker and bullying victim. I found out when she came to console me for his rudeness that he always picked on her for her flat chest. So . . . I turned him into a nice big set of tits just for her.”

“You – you killed him?” Christina exclaimed, clutching her pregnant stomach. She looked dainty and fragile before the powerful sorceress, wrapped in a tight-fitting maternity dress that showed off her pregnancy and outlined her prodigious chest. This was despite being taller than Juliana, especially since the sexy redhead was wearing heels.

Derek’s witchy ex-girlfriend gave a sympathetic grin, ambling over to Christina and placing a hand on her bare shoulder and the other on her bulging stomach. “Poor Chriss, I should have remembered how emotional women as far along as you can get, especially with all those pregnancy hormones in your system. Tell me, do you know the gender of the sweet little one?”

Christina frowned. “It’s a boy.”

“A son! Derek must be so excited. Of course, you’ll be outnumbered, Chriss. Hopefully the next time Derek here knocks up his former bully you’ll get a set of twin girls to swing the demographics your way. But no need to get upset; I didn’t kill Harold. Magic can’t take a life, only alter it. And just like I gave you your just desserts and Derek a nice bonus for putting up with being your victim, so did I change Harold to become the chest that poor Eliza had always wanted. No one’s going to mistake her for a boy now, and Harold is still alive in there; a living pair of tits attached to his former victim, forced to feel every bounce, every jiggle, every tight bra or blouse she wears to impress another guy. And just for Eliza since she’s such a nice girl, I made it so her new pair of boobs are super sensitive and pleasurable. She just loves letting her dates grope them, and poor lucky Harold gets to feel every part of that experience, and the sensitivity.”

Derek was horrified. Juliana clearly delighted in giving fates of disproportionate revolution. Christina’s fate was evidence of this, being changed into a buxom blonde bimbo addicted to his sucking his cock. Then letting that same friend get pregnant by that same cock. But then she had misinterpreted the events that had gone down.

“Juliana, he wasn’t my bully! I wasn’t lying when I said he was my friend! He just liked, you know, busting my balls or whatever.”

Juliana creased her brow. “So you say. How do I know you’re telling the truth? After all, he had you in a headlock. And he was saying such gross things about women . . .”

Derek exhaled, trying to find a way to explain it to her. It was clear she didn’t want her version of events to be wrong.

Chriss continue to shift uncomfortably, and he put one of his arms around her small frame to comfort her while he recounted the events of that night to Juliana. Still, neither of them could avoid watching the incredibly buxom waitress in the adjacent restaurant as she directed patrons who approached for their booking, and how her immense bosom managed to still bob even as tightly constrained as it was. When she thought no one was looking she arched her back and placed her hands behind it, just like Christina did when the heaviness of her pregnancy made her back ache. Evidently, Eliza had that same problem just with her new chest, but from the giggle she seemed to be eliciting as she composed herself, she far from considered it a problem.

“Derek, you’ve lost your place in the story,” Juliana said.

He gathered himself. He knew the foolishness of asking the question, but he did so anyway. “Sorry, it’s just . . .does - does Eliza know? That it’s him in there?”

Juliana nodded. “She’s okay with it. More than okay actually. I think it turns her on, actually. She’s such a sweet girl, nice to everyone, so this is her one naughty dark secret, that her ‘late bloom’ is actually her co-worker trapped forever as her breasts. It gives her someone to talk to when she’s alone, since he can still see and hear through her eyes and ears. Not that she’s alone often these days, with the attention that sweet rack gets her.”

Eliza was without customers, and momentarily stared out the restaurant window and caught their eyes. She made an excited wave to Pauline, all cheer and chirp, and Derek couldn’t help but notice the wobbling in her top. Juliana waved back.

“See? Like I said, a sweet girl. Just like Chriss will now be.”

“But I don’t deserve this! Derek and I go way back! I’d show you the photos if they still existed in this new damn reality you created!”

Juliana shrugged. “A convenient story. Though perhaps you’re telling the truth, though it does not explain Chris’ awful comments on women, and his general attitude. But you didn’t answer my question. How did you two find out where I was?”

“We found Ella.”

At this point, Derek didn’t believe anything he did or said could possibly shock Juliana. But this, apparently, was the one thing that could. Her jaw dropped, and she stared between the two of them for some seconds before composing herself to reply.

“Ella . . . my bully. Former bully. Do you know she was the first person I ever changed? I hadn’t had my powers for long back then, and was ready to lash out and use them for any reason, though I suppose I haven’t changed much?”

Derek could tell Chrissy was fuming beside him, but had restrained herself enough these past few months of pregnancy to understand the importance of restraint.

“You know,” Juliana continued, “I still think about her sometimes. Even feel a little sorry for her. It’s too bad I chose the variety of spell I did. I was so angry at her that I wanted to ensure that even I couldn’t change her back. Tell me, how is that lovely stripper going these days?”

Derek found the relevant photo on his phone from Brad and showed it to her. “You tell me.”

And again, that same expression of absolute shock, followed by further shocks as Derek explained the situation and peace of mind Ella now found herself in.

“Triplets! My God, three of them! To think she used to make fun of me for not having the perfect bod, she must have blown up like a blimp carrying that litter! And still dancing with a belly out to there, ha! I don’t know whether to be disgusted by the path I’ve set her on or somehow proud that she’s found a slice of humility. Better off than Harold over there certainly, though I suppose–“

“Why are we talking about this!” Chriss declared, cutting her off and stepping forward. Her heavy and engorged breasts jiggled slightly above her top as she waddled forward, hand clasped protectively over the womb that was currently carrying their child. She made a face to give an impassioned declaration, but instead closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, calming herself. Derek had to hand it to her, Chriss had gotten much, much better at controlling her emotions despite the big feminine mood swings.

“It doesn’t matter how we found you,” she continued, “what matters is we did. You gotta change me back Juliana. I wasn’t his bully! And even if you don’t like me and think I deserve it for being a chauvinist bully or whatever, I’ve learned my lesson a heap of times over. I don’t deserve to be stuck as a fucking housewife, least of all a pregnant one getting fucked every day by his best friend! Isn’t that right, bro?”

An older couple walking past raised their eyebrows at a young, very pregnant woman calling her babydaddy ‘bro’. Derek shifted awkwardly, not wanting Chriss to change back. “It’s true Juliana, she’s learned her lesson. Mostly.”

She shot him an angry look.

“What? You can still be a bit of a dick.”

“I don’t have a dick anymore, remember!?”

“Fine, you’re just being a bit cranky on account of being super pregnant.”

“Damn right,” she said, with a smirk that was almost prideful. “Look, I’m not going to act the same. I won’t catcall girls no more, I swear. I get catcalled all the time now, even now that I’m preggo, and it’s not cool. Especially since I can’t help but sway these wide, baby-making hips.” She cringed at the way the curse made her describe her own body. “Look, Derek will tell you it happens every day, doesn’t it Derek?”

“It’s true. Mostly about her tits.”

“And my ass!”

“Yeah, that too. Sorta my fault because of how I imagined her, I guess. She – he, has learned his lesson. It’s not . . . it’s not right that he has to spent the rest of his life as a woman, especially one forced to be my submissive girlfriend.”

“Yeah, and to wear all – uugh, the baby’s kicking – to wear all this tight, revealing clothing.” Chriss gestured towards her maternity dress, a black silky piece that clung tightly to her large, swollen abdomen, revealing the full immensity of its curve. It tucked in tightly against the top of her tummy, cinched by a leather belt, before billowing out again to accommodate her buxom chest. A ‘boob window’ as Christina irritably called it, revealed her stunning cleavage. The same sort of look she sported in white while cosplaying as Power Girl for him, an act which had continued even while pregnant. The rest of the material wound up to her shoulders, allowing for her back to remain in the open air.

“It’s time I changed back. I seriously don’t want to have to give birth. It scares the fuck out of me, man!”

Juliana watched Chriss talk, her face inexpressive, her emotions guarded.

“Dinner. Tonight at the hotel restaurant. 6:30pm. We’ll discuss it then.”

She turned on the spot and walked away, leaving Christina and Derek confused and anxious. They made a booking for a hotel suite, and Christina immediately took a bath to alleviate her swollen ankles and discomfort, and, Derek suspected, her anxiety too. While he had the opportunity Derek drew out the engagement ring, eyeing it over. If Juliana was considering changing Christina back, then tonight had to be the night.

She emerged from the bathroom, and he hurriedly put the ring away before she could see it. She was naked, still a little wet, and drying her hair which had darkened from the wash with a towel. She looked a vision before him, her perfectly gravid form on display, her distended abdomen mercifully free of stretch marks and swaying before her. Her large breasts rested on her belly, pert and full. She rubbed the globe that was her stomach with her petite hands, and moaned deliciously, her eyelids half-closed in anticipation. It was a performance that made his semi spring rock hard.

“Oooohh, Derek, baby. I’m worried about tonight. I need you to fuck me calm again.”

He was only too happy to oblige.

He obliged her a second time when she put on the naughty nurse outfit.

“You got me all knocked up, my dear patient. Why don’t you come over here so I can take care of you.”

Yeah, he really liked that outfit. He was sad he might not see it again.

He was saddened that he might not see Christina again soon.

To Be Continued . . .