Pregnant sex

“Maisie, let’s fuck again.”

Maisie’s sweet smile turns wicked. “You naughty boy, you read my mind. We’re gonna keep going at it til this baby pops out. I don’t think it’s gonna work in the car anymore, though. I can’t exactly straddle you in the drivers seat like I did when we made this thing,” she says, referring to the fetus inside her. Her memory of your first sexual encounter remains the same, just shifted forward in time nine months.

“Let’s go back to my place,” you suggest.

“Do it!” she agrees, pulling the seatbelt across her naked pregnant body. “Man how do I wear this thing usually? It’s so uncomfortable across me.”

You chuckle. Even though Maisie believes she has been pregnant for the last nine months, she doesn’t remember how to be pregnant since she never actually did it.

You drive home as quickly as you can without jerking the car too much - can’t hurt the baby, but now you’re faced with a new issue.

Maisie goes to put on her pants, only to find they can’t fit around her new waist size. “What the hell?” she exclaims. “How the hell was I wearing these when I got in the car? I haven’t fit into pants like this in months.”

You know the curse’s power is limited to Maisie’s body. You can’t change the size of her pants, and you can’t magically make her wear clothes. You’ve got to try something different to get Maisie from the car into your apartment.