Steph

I was working the bar late one night, pretty sure it was a Wednesday or one of those days in which it was only the die hard regulars were out and about. Anyway, so the crowd was basically non existent and i was lounging outside with the small group of people I called friends while a few of them smoked and others dipped their Copenhagen. There were a few conversations going on at the same time, I barely paying attention to any of them as I was zoned out in bouncer mode watching the inside of the bar through the big side window. Feeling a tap on my knee, I look over and see Steph sitting down in the empty chair next to me. "Hey you, how's your night going so far?" I ask, giving the thick little Mexican woman I've known for about 3 years now a smile. Steph was as thick as they came before being too thick, having all of the curves in all of the right places. Wide hips, thick juicy thighs and a ass that had all of them men staring when she wore anything tight. Her thick brown hair came down to her waist, a slight curl to the long stands. Now her face, if I had go choose something to critique about her, was more or less lacking. It wasn't horrendous by any means but it wasn't amazing. I'm getting off track here from tell my story, so I'll just rate her a 5 out of 10, the 5 points be deducted due to her face. Anyway, she just smiled, "It's alright I guess. Today at the newspaper, it was the same as every other day, deadlines to be met with boring topics to write about." She was a reporter for the local newspaper. I just chuckle, patting her knee. "Sounds like you need a shot of tequila. Come on, I'll buy." I stand up, offering my hand out like a gentleman in which she just smirks and slaps it away being the grown, independent woman she always went on about being. "That sounds amazing but I have something that I need to ask you," she says as we walk through the side door towards the bar. Country music drolled on, luckily it being not too loud tonight since it wasn't busy so we could easily hold a conversation. I signaled to Tiff who was lounging at the end of the bar, talking to a group of college guys who were desperately trying to flirt with her. She excuses herself, giving us a look of thankfulness. "What can I get you? And hopefully it's a lot so I don't have to go back over there to listen to the million stories of 'Yeah, my dad is putting me through college and letting me stay in our vacation home while driving the Tesla..blah blah blah." I give off a chuckle, giving her a look of sympathy. "Can we get three shots of tequila? One for me, one for Hank and one for you?" Steph ask, pulling out her wallet. I lean back out of Steph's view, pointing at me so she'll put it on my employee tab. "If that's the case, 6 shots coming right up. And they're on me for rescuing me and that's not up for debate." I look at Tiff, suddenly feeling like a small child as she used her Mom voice. As she left to get the glasses and tequila, I turned to Steph, "So what's up? Must be important if you need to ask it away from the group." "You know how I've been having a hard time with boyfriends, right? I don't think I'll ever find one that I won't clash with," she says as she looks down at her hands, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, of course. We all go through a rough patch. We're young, this is the time to go through them now so we don't make the same mistakes when we're older." I say, patting her hands as Tiff walked back up with the shots. "With the looks on your faces, I say we take them straight and get them over with so I can get out of your way, looks like y'all are having a serious talk." I just give her a smile and take my first glass, holding it in the air to clink it against theirs and tap it against the bar top before slamming it back. I try not grimace as the liquid burned as it slid down my throat, what I assume my face looking like was mirrored by the two girls. I hold up the final one and repeated the process, stepping away from the bar as I gasped for a breath of fresh air. "Why does it always have to burn..." I just get a smirk from Steph and Tiff, "That's just the demons inside dying." Tiff took the dirty glasses and walked away, leaving us to our conversation. Regaining my composure, I took my seat and turned back to Steph. "What I was about to say was that I'm almost 30. As a woman without any children, I feel incomplete. Your almost 35 and in the same boat, how do you feel?" She says, looking over at me meekly. "I mean, I feel lucky. It's different for guys I guess, especially ones like me. I don't always use protection, and you can never trust a girl when she says shes on the pill. 35 with no kids or STDs while using no protection? I might as well go buy a lottery ticket cause I'm lucky as hell." I chuckle, wiping a tear from my eye from the liquor. She suddenly turns towards me, "Well, I don't feel like that. I wish I a little one making my house a mess, tracking in mud and leaving toys everywhere." I just give a smile, "So what's your question? It's not like I can do anything about that. We're good friends but I don't think we're on the level of having sex. That would make this way to awkward between us." "What if I had a way that didn't involve sex..." She almost whispers, looking down at her hands. Raising an eyebrow, "Like sperm donation? I would do that I guess if this means that much to you." She lets out a long sigh before looking up at me, "Not exactly. I have a secret nobody knows, not even Jess. If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. I mean anyone. This is one of those 'I have to move away' secrets." I lean back, looking at her, "You can trust me Steph, actually surprised you haven't told me before. You know I'm the keeper of everyone's big secrets in our group." She looks at me for a moment before starting, "Yeah, I know. But this is big." She stops to look around before continuing, "What would you say if I said I was a witch, as in turning men that wronged me into things and animals like in the fairy tales..." I just look at her, choosing my words so not to hurt her feelings, "Then I guess I would ask why haven't you created a child from magic?" A sigh escapes her lips, "That's the one thing my magic won't let me do, like with a genie you can't ask for more wishes. We can transform a life but we can't create one, especially one in our wombs without the seed of a male." "Well then, why don't you just transform some poor sap into a baby in your womb?" She just looks at me weird, "For one, that would be fucked up on so many levels. It would basically be **** a man from his life for my selfish need. There's not many things that would make a man deserve that fate. And plus, his bad emotions and way of thinking would stay with him and I don't want that in my child." "Soooo...I still don't know where I come in at..." I look at her, scooting slightly away from her. "I told you I can transform someone. I could easily shrink you, shove you up inside me, you do your thing directly on my egg and then come back out." She says, her face furled in thought. "If this was in any way possible, how would that be less awkward than sex? And also, if I was smaller, than my sperm would be the size of molecules to you." " I would cast a spell, letting your sperm grow after a certain amount of time giving you plenty of time to get out before they grew to normal size so you wouldn't be swimming in sperm." Not believing her, I decided to just humor her, "Sure, I guess. I'll have to finish my shift first and then I guess we'll go to your house? It's closer and tacos." Her face lit up, her arms shooting out to wrap around me to give me a hug. "Thank you so much, I guess I'll just hangout till your done and then I'll shrink you and your truck." Not waiting for a response, she skipped away to rejoin the group, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I just watch her go, shaking my head as I went back to work, my mind forgetting the conversation. My shift quickly ended and as I walked out the door, it was if she appeared out of thin air next to me. "You ready for this?" I give her a puzzled look, "For what?" Our conversation coming back to me just about the same time I blacked out as weird Hispanic words started to flow out of her mouth.