You are pregnant and James transforms back

You lie tangled in the sheets, body heavy and sated, every muscle deliciously sore. The room is quiet except for your shared breathing and the faint ticking of the bedside clock. Dawn light creeps through the curtains, painting soft gold across the bed. You feel it deep inside—the impossible fullness, the warmth that hasn’t stopped spreading since that first spurt of sperm coated your cervix. There’s no point fighting anymore. The curse has already won. You’re pregnant. You know it with a certainty that makes your heart flutter and your pussy clench around nothing.

James—still James for a few more minutes—holds you close from behind, one hand resting gently over your lower belly as if he can already feel the life taking root there. He presses slow, tender kisses along your shoulder and neck, cock soft now but still nestled against you.

“I love you like this,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion and exhaustion. “I love you no matter what, but… God, I love knowing you’re staying. Knowing you’re mine forever. That I did this to you”

You turn in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek. “I’m scared,” you admit softly, “but I’m… happy too. I feel it already. You did it. You got me pregnant.”

His eyes shine as he leans in to kiss you—slow, deep, full of gratitude and possession. “Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “I did.”

The clock hits the exact 48-hour mark.

A shimmer of light ripples over his body like heat haze. You both gasp as the change begins—his broad shoulders narrowing, chest softening and swelling into full breasts, hips widening, cock shrinking and reshaping between his thighs. Long hair tumbles down as his features refine into the familiar, beautiful face you remember from before all this

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](http://started.In) seconds, James is gone.

Jill lies in his place, blinking up at you with wide, stunned eyes, her smaller hand still resting on your belly.

For a long moment you just stare at each other, breathing hard.

Then Jill laughs—soft, disbelieving, a little tearful—and surges forward to kiss you fiercely.

“Oh my God,” she whispers against your mouth, voice higher and familiar again. “It worked. I’m back… I’m me again.”

You kiss her back, hands sliding into her hair, relief and love and lingering heat flooding through you. “You did it,” you murmur. “You knocked me up, Jill. I’m staying like this… because of you.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes searching your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Are you really okay with that? Forever as a woman… carrying my baby?”

You nod, tears pricking your own eyes now. “Yeah. I am. I didn’t think I would be, but… I feel right like this. And knowing it’s yours—ours—makes it perfect.”

Jill’s smile is radiant. She presses her forehead to yours. “I was so scared I’d lose you,” she confesses quietly. “That you’d hate me for pushing you, for needing to… to breed you like that.”

You shake your head, pulling her closer until her naked body is flush against yours. “I could never hate you. You gave me this. You made me feel wanted—needed—in a way I never knew I could.”

She kisses you again, softer this time, then trails her lips down your neck, over your collarbone, until she’s nuzzling gently at your breasts. “These are mine now too,” she teases lightly, voice warm with affection. “And this…” Her hand slides down to cup your lower belly again, reverent. “This is ours. Our little miracle curse-baby.”

You laugh through happy tears. “Best curse ever.”

Jill looks up at you, eyes shining. “I love you,” she says simply. “Man, woman, whatever body you’re in—I love you. And I’m going to take such good care of you both.”

You thread your fingers through hers over your stomach. “I love you too. Always.”

Your eyes dart to the nightstand drawer where the crinkled bag peeks out, stuffed to the brim with everything you both bought in that frantic, horny haze at the pharmacy. Jill follows your gaze, and you watch the realization hit her like a spark—her lips part in a soft, shocked gasp.

“You know,” you say, voice low and teasing as you trail a fingertip down her bare stomach, “a shared burden is an easier one, Jill. Wouldn’t it be a total waste to let all those items go unused? Since I didn’t transform back… we know for sure your swimmers did the trick.” You press your palm gently over your lower belly, feeling that warm, secret fullness. “I won’t be needing any of those pills, herbs, tests, or… special helpers for the next nine months. You, however…” Your fingers slowly trail down to Jill's slit.

Jill’s cheeks flush pink, her eyes flicking back to the bag. “Wait… you’re saying I should…?”

You nod slowly, shifting closer until your breasts brush hers. “Imagine it. Both of us pregnant at the same time. Same doctor visits, same weird cravings, same swollen bellies rubbing together when we cuddle.” You lean in, lips grazing her ear. “I’d get to watch you glow the way you watched me. Feel your baby kick right next to mine. We’d be in this completely together—no one left behind.”

She bites her lip, clearly torn between laughter and genuine temptation. “But… I just got my body back. And we’d have to find a donor, and—”

“We’ll find the perfect one,” you cut in softly, threading your fingers through hers. “Or we’ll go to a clinic and pick someone who looks just like the old you so the babies could almost be twins. And all those items we bought? They’re literally sitting right there, begging to be used. We'll test if you're fertile and ovulating every day, vitamins morning and night. We could even go all the way with those black market tablets…” You give her a playful smirk. “We could make sure it takes on the very first try.”

Her resistance crumbles visibly—eyes glassy, breath quickening. “You really want me pregnant with you?”

“I really do,” you say, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want to do this alone. I want us both round and radiant and ridiculous. I want to see you waddle. I want to share every single moment.”

Jill lets out a watery laugh, then pulls you into a fierce kiss. When she pulls back, her smile is wide and determined, cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Okay,” she breathes. “Okay, you win. Let’s do it. I’m getting knocked up too—as soon as humanly possible.” She reaches for the drawer and yanks it open, dumping the entire bag onto the bed between you with a gleeful clatter. “Starting right now. Hand me those ovulation tests. We’re not wasting another second.”

You laugh, joy bubbling up as you grab the box and tear it open together. Jill heads to the toilet, spreads her legs and holds the stick under her stream. The test comes back positive...

"Looks like we have no time to lose!" You grin as you pull Jill into a tight hug.