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“Ooo, someone’s excited today!” I cooed as I affectionately rubbed my
tummy. My little passenger kicked against my hand, their enjoyment
evident. I was on my way to get my nails done and meet with some
friends later. To most, I appeared to be a young and vibrant expectant
mother and that’s exactly what I wanted the world to see me as. The
truth was certainly more perplexing to the uninitiated.
I’m
blessed with the gift of the arcane - eldritch power that most people
would simply call magic. Like most, I trained in secret with others of
my ability and I learned to weave powerful spells to alter almost
anything around me. Once I mastered my skill, I used my power to
explore my feminine side. The first time I transformed myself into a
woman I knew I would spend most of my time this way. It just feels
right. However, I learned of another and surprisingly lucrative
advantage to my abilities.
The child within my womb is actually a
client and they are paying for a full weekend. They get to experience
the maternal comfort of the womb - completely aware of the sensations
that come with it. I nurse and nurture them with my body as any mother
would and I in turn get to feel the bond of mother and child. I become a
vessel for life and it brings me absolute joy. They return to normal
after their time is up and I am paid well for my service.
My
clients say it eases their stress and allows them to simply exist in a
place of comfort. I adore the sensation of having a swollen tummy and
the rush of maternal hormones it brings me. My clients pay quite a lot
for even just a few hours of time as a child growing within my womb.
The wealthiest of my clients pay top dollar to spend a trimester nursing
within me. My next client has booked the most time ever - nine months
to full term. I’m excited because I’ll soon know what it’s like to give
birth. This experience will also assure that I will be wealthy beyond
my needs. Still, I have no plans to stop. Nothing else gives me this
much purpose.
