You take the shirt anyway and went home. You knew it was a man’s shirt but wasn’t going to leave a good shirt behind for some middle aged man to ruin it. When you got home, you quickly took your shirt off and put your new one on. Looking your shirt in the mirror, you took notice of the red gem over your belly button and the 2 blue ones on the shirt over both breasts. You touch them and they felt unnaturally cool to the touch. Then the gems jabbed into your body penetrating your skin and the shirt shrank a bit. You tried to get them out your belly button and nipples but nothing worked. The pattern on the shirt fazed through the fabric and became a tattoo on your whole front side. You liked it but wished the shirt wasn’t still stuck to you.
“What is your wish Mistress?” A voice said.
You frantically looked around your room until you realized that it was the shirt.
“My wish?” You ask.
“Yes, your wish. You can wish for anything you want and have unlimited wishes. But I shall warn you, what every you wish for will be permanent. Have Fun!”
You thought of what to wish for first and decided on it.
“I wish my older sister gets what she deserves for being a slut. She shall carry a baby for every guy she has sex with in the next month.” You wished.
“Your wish has been granted.” Your shirt said.
The gems flashed and your shirt became a bit tighter. You didn’t notice that it did and went to your sisters’ room. You knew that she brought home another guy from school and was having sex with him. You poked you head through the open door and watched her being done. You have always enjoyed and loved seeing your sister naked and wished you could feel it. When she was on top of him, he looked at her belly and saw it was growing. Your sister took notice and screamed in horror.
“I’M FAT!!” She screamed.
She threw the boy out and locked herself in her room.
“Hey Brooke, are you OK?” You asked.
“Go away Brianna, I don’t want you to see me this fat.” Brooke said.
“Let me in and I will be the judge of that.”
The door unlocked and you went in. You looked at your bloated sister and felt her belly. You felt her baby moving around and you giggled.
“Stop laughing Bri, it’s not funny being fat.” Brooke said.
“Don’t worry Brooke, you’re not fat. You are pregnant. By the looks of it, you are a good 4 months along.” You said.
“Well, if I’m pregnant, then I will become more popular at work.”
“Plus you will get more pay and will get a maternity leave.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where a pregnant woman gets time off a bit before she gives birth to about give birth to sometime after.”
Brooke rubbed her belly and thought of her life with her first born son/daughter. You and Brooke went to the mall to get some maternity clothes for Brooke.
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