Pregnant!

It's the same old woman from before and the exact same gentle smile plastered on her face. Now that she is closer, you realize the woman is not entirely normal. Rather, she appears translucent, much like a ghost. A very creepy ghost, in fact.

The hand on your lower abdomen passes through your flesh just like water, and yet you feel every inch of it. She presses her fingers onto you, grasping as releasing as if massaging... Something.

There is a pressure building in your throat. 'Please no.' You plead in your mind, yet it is too late. "Inside." The words gush out before you can stop it. "I want it inside."

"John, what are you-" Your friend looks perplexed for a moment, dumbfounded even, until a glint of resolve enters his eyes. "Are you sure?"

In your head, you are now screaming. This is so not fair! There is got to be a way out.

"Shh. It's quite alright, dear. Just relax..." Says a very familiar voice.

With her other hand, the witch takes hold of your friend's ball sack. 'Strange. He doesn't even notice.' You couldn't see it with your own eyes, yet somehow you knew exactly what was happening.

"This is my last gift for you, girl." Using only two fingers she stopped the flow of cum that was about to "leave the station", so to speak, and, just as you were about to sigh with relief, his balls trembled and bulged, increasing in size as well as virility.

"Here it comes! Say goodbye to your dick, John, and hello to mine. "When Alex did come, he made it a point of thrusting his large rod as deep as possible, indulging his male lust for procreation. The dam burst forward and his newly enhanced spunk barrels showed no mercy, flooding your insides and triggering orgasm after orgasm.

Eyes locked with the witch and under a ruthless mating press, you finally remember from where you know her voice. 'The phone call. It was her...'

Of course, the information does you no good as Alex's baby batter floods your insides, ensuring you will end the day as a lush garden for his seed and making permanent your female status.

Besides, the sheer amount of manly cream is not a waste, even if both of you are oblivious to the truth. No. The old woman had a reason for turning Alex into a veritable demigod of fertility.

Earlier, when she was massaging your womb, the witch **** your ovaries open, releasing several fresh and available eggs. Not only your friend's immense load ensured you would be a woman (his woman) forever, but also the immortality of his genes, as your body just conceived an entire litter of offspring when coupled with his little drill-headed swimmers.

You'd never admit it, but conceiving was the best orgasm of your life.