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Word from the author: This is my second story I've ever written and this time around it is meant to be more of a simple erotic tale in place of a drama. Everything in here is meant to be taken as fiction, since that's what it is. No real people were harmed in the making of this story, although it did somehow lead to the violent demise of many diet cokes. Enjoy ----- "I really don't see why you're still with her bro." pleaded a chubby man in his early twenties as he approached his friend in the local bar, a sweating beer bottle in each hand. Corey and Dave were your average college age guys. Corey was a stocky boy with short blonde hair, who was in the process of lecturing his friend about his current girlfriend. Dave on the other hand was quite handsome. His tall lean frame went well with his farmer's tan and his dark brown hair. In contrast to the hooded sweatshirt, baggy jeans and beanie cap that his friend wore, Dave sported a style right out of an American Eagle catalogue. He took a sip of his drink before addressing his friend's exclamation. "She's smart and fun to be around, not to mention that she's not too bad looking." "Listen bud-" began Corey, "she's not the one for you man. First off, you're a well-dressed, handsome dude, and she has no shape to her. A flat ass and no chest does a boring fuck make. You need a girl with some big sensitive tits-" which he emphasized by holding his hands out in front of him "-and a nice round ass with some wide hips" his hands moving behind him, still kept wide to make a point, "that's what you need." Both men had been drinking for well over an hour and neither of them could really remember why they were on the topic of Pauline. "But she has such a great personality man, I know the sex isn't that great but she's one of those smart types. I just wish she'd care more about her looks and try harder in the sack. She's never even given me a blowjob the whole time we've been together." Corey seemed stunned by this new revelation. "Wow bro you definitely need to get away from that" Corey agreed, "You need a girl that knows how to look sexy for her man and does her best to please ya. A girl that even talks dirty to let you know what's going on. We're at a club bro, look at all of these prospects," he declared as he waved his arms around, emphasizing the plethora of people around them. "Check out the tits on that one over there for example" as he pointed to a slightly chubby girl with long curly hair, a face full of makeup and an extreme amount of cleavage on display, "I bet she fucks like a porn star." Dave thought for a minute on the remainder of his beer before he responded. "You know what man, you're right. I do deserve something more and you know the really fucked up part? She told me that she won't ever have kids! We've been together over a year and she refuses to even consider what I might want one day." He took the last swig before continuing, "not that I want it to happen right now, but you know what I mean? I'd like the girl I spent a year or so with to want something more... I think I'm going to call her and break it off, but what do I say?" Corey was already into his next drink but he was ready. "Listen man, you want to be careful. Girls are really sensitive, it's better to make it quick and painless, like pulling off a band aid or something. Just hope it isn't her time of the month." Dave just nodded into his drink, gathering his nerve for what he was just about to do when the sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed his attention. "So is that how it's going to be David?" interrupted a soft-spoken woman's voice, looking up both Corey and Dave could see a woman sitting on the counter next to them. She had a sheet of straight black hair and a rather plain face that wore an expression of contempt. Her body was thin and flat, which was emphasized by the tight tunic and pants set that she wore. Dave gulped as he realized that he was staring up at their topic of discussion. "Listen Pauline, I can explain... uh what did you hear?" began Dave before she put up her finger to silence him. "I heard more than you can imagine. I understand you want for children and sadly that is one thing I personally couldn't give you even if I wanted to, but I loved you and treated you like a prince. Was that not good enough?" "Excuse me miss but I'm going to have to ask you to get off the counter" barked the elderly bartender from behind. In one swift flick of her wrist the bartender looked confused, then slowly walked away without another word. She looked both hurt and upset, yet the tone of her voice remained calm as she made to continue. "Listen chick, my friend here deserves better. He wants kids, he wants someone who cares about their looks, hell he wants a good lay for fuck sake!" interrupted Corey in a matter-of-fact tone. "So personality doesn't matter so long as the woman he is with looks and acts like he wants, like some sex slave?" asked Pauline skeptically before turning to Dave, "is that what you really want? A girl who will dress sexy for you and do everything that YOU want, regardless of what they might want?" Her voice cracked as she asked the last question. His silence was enough for her and after a moment she snapped her fingers while declaring "so be it, if you feel you deserve that then you will have it." A pink spark flew from her finger tips and for some reason it gave Corey a terrible chill. "Pauline I didn't mean to... it's just that... well..." sputtered Dave in response to the look of emotion in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I didn't dress or act like your ideal mate, but I loved you David and that does not come easy. If anyone else made me feel this way they would be suffering terribly, consider yourself lucky. Instead you will have everything you want and your little friend here will help." She pointed to Corey and Dave followed her gaze, it was odd but he actually did look a bit smaller, maybe he was sick or something because he was still shivering violently. He looked back in Pauline's direction to say something, but she was gone. As swiftly as she appeared, she had disappeared. "D-Dude what was t-that a..." began Corey with the same shifting voice before he suddenly grabbed his stomach and hunched over with a grunt. "What's the matter man?" questioned Dave with concern. "I don't know man but my insides feel like they're on fire, even my balls hurt. It must've been those cheap chicken wings or something." Dave was concerned as he observed his friend; he really did look diminished except... "Dude I think you're having an allergic reaction or something, I can see your nipples under your shirt and they look swollen." Corey looked down and then crossed his arms before looking at his friend in surprise. To his horror his nipples were steadily growing beneath his shirt, and they were growing fast. "We have to get out of here man!" he squeaked in a higher pitch as if he was going through puberty again, "I think I need to go to the hospital or something." They swiftly made their way toward the exit as Corey heard an echo of his own voice booming through the air "...You need a girl with some big sensitive tits..." Suddenly a loud rip could be heard as the top and sides of his shirt ripped to the explosive growth of two head-sized balloons on his chest, causing him to arch his back and yelp in pain. Dave's eyes widened in shock as he stared down at the enormous cleavage, presented by his friend's newly torn shirt. "Dude what the hell, that doesn't look like an allergic reaction, it looks like..." "Come on we need to get out of here!" yelled Corey in terror as he pulled his friend out of the bar, cat calls and whistles could be heard behind them over the music. They both got into the car, Dave already buckled in and car started as Corey fought with the seat belt. "Just drive dude, maybe the hospital can fix whatever's going on!" he yelled in an even higher pitch, still trying to buckle in as Dave put the car into drive and hit the gas. "How the hell is this supposed to work and what the fuck is going on!?" begged Corey as he still struggled to get the seatbelt over the flesh mountains on his chest, each rub of the seatbelt against them sent chills down his spine. He almost began drooling with the effort before he finally gave up. "I have no idea what's going on, all I heard was you repeat yourself from earlier then this!" yelled Dave as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. "I didn't say anything, it just sounded like me!" whined Corey in a sexy soprano voice, causing him to cover his mouth with his hands almost comically. "What's going on? You don't even sound like you anymore!" Dave declared as he looked at his friend, who was now sporting an enormous rack, a sexy feminine voice, and curly blonde ringlets that slowly snaked their way down from the top of his head. He watched in amazement as his friend's face began to shift and bubble, his eye lashes getting longer and curling upward as his eyes widened into larger almond shapes. "Keep your eyes on the road!" yelled Corey in that sexy voice, causing Dave to turn just in time to swerve back into his lane, avoiding a giant tractor trailer. "Dude your entire body is changing, look at your face!" Corey dropped down the passenger side visor and opened the mirror, his mouth dropped open in amazement, which looked extremely sexy on his new face. "Holy shit dude, I look like a chick!" An echoing of Corey's old voice startled both of them as they heard the phrase "...a nice round ass with some wide hips..." boom through the air. With a loud tearing sound and squeals of pain from Corey, Dave could only guess what had just happened. Taking a peek at his friend for a second his suspicions were confirmed. Corey now had a nice hourglass figure, with wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs and a large ass to compliment his thinning waist and head-sized tits. All around he looked like a very sexy woman in tattered men's clothes, and the fact that they were torn was saying something about his new features, as Corey wasn't necessarily a thin man. The fat had obviously shifted however; while there was still a small amount on his stomach and arms, most of it had seemed to fill up his tits and ass. Without meaning to, Dave was starting to get turned on a little and fought to hide his growing erection. "Uh..." he spluttered before continuing, "The hospital isn't too far away." Corey could only wear an expression of pout, which only made him look even more attractive, now that his face was complete. His lips were now large and puffy, his nose smaller and slightly upturned to compliment his new cheek bones, soft jaw line and wide eyes, all of which framed by a sheet of long curly blonde hair, which Dave watched slightly darken into a light brown the closer it got to the hair line, giving the look of professional highlights. Suddenly the car jerked and Dave fought to regain control, but try as he might he couldn't seem to affect the vehicle. It was driving itself and he was suddenly scared. "What are you doing!?" exclaimed that sexy soprano voice, a look of shock replacing the pout, which made his penciled-in eyebrows very noticeable. Dave always liked the look and between the mix of excitement and his attractive friend in the seat next to him, he was now fully erect. "I can't control the car!" Dave yelled back as he fought with the steering wheel, kicking his foot into the break, all to no avail. The car continued to speed up and swerve and Dave continued to fight it when he suddenly felt a small pressure on his cock. Looking down he found Corey's tiny feminine hand wrapped around his now- exposed shaft, pumping away at it. "What the hell are you doing dude!?" Dave yelped, trying to back away from the sensation to no success. "I can't control myself!" whined Corey back as he tried to use his free right hand to stop his left, which instead moved to his own crotch. "Holy shit dude my cock is gone! I have a fucking cunt!" and much to his dismay, he began rubbing it. "...a girl that knows how to look sexy for her man and does her best to please..." echoed throughout the car over the growl of the engine and a suppressed feminine gasp. Dave tried to fight it but he couldn't, just like the car he had no control over the situation. He couldn't seem to make himself stop Corey and instead watched in amazement as the nails on the feminine hand were painted a pale pink by some invisible brush, as it continued to pump up and down. Looking over at Corey he watched as the torn shirt and jeans shifted, changing shape and color until he was now wearing a tight pink cocktail dress, his chest pushed up into a massive amount of cleavage. His or rather her long curly blonde hair was pulled back into a very sexy style which was held up by a large clip, her curls resting on her shoulder yet pulled up enough to reveal her soft neck. Her lips turned a matching glossy pale pink as her eyelids became a smoky black color, black eyeliner thickened as did her already heavy eyelashes. To finalize the look, large golden hoops materialized in each ear yet none of this seemed to prevent her from jerking him off with her left hand or continuously rubbing her crotch with her right. "I can't thtop!" she yelled in a moan before widening her vibrant blue eyes and sticking her tongue out for a second. "I even have a fucking tongue ring, what the hell!" she declared again in her sexy lisp. Everything that was happening was too much for Dave and he suddenly exploded with a powerful orgasm, sending his seed all over the dashboard and his best friend's hand, which continued pumping away until he was entirely finished. Just then the car came to a screeching halt right outside of Dave's apartment. "I have no idea why we're here but let's go inside and hopefully we can find someone to help us, I think Pauline might have something to do with this somehow." Dave came to the realization when he literally came. He was already out of the car and ready to head inside before he realized that Corey was still in the passenger seat. "Come on I'll call her and see if she knows anything about this, if not hopefully we can Google something. You coming?" Corey was cleaning her hand on the passenger seat and made to open the door before she caught her reflection in the darkened window. "I can't believe this, today can't get any worse!" She got out of the car and followed Dave, who turned to the sound of a steady *click, clock* behind him, only to find Corey walking extremely feminine-like in matching ankle-high heeled boots. He didn't want to say anything but she looked like she fell right out of his wet dreams. They made their way inside haphazardly and Dave was about to pick up the phone when a familiar voice echoed throughout the room. "So glad you two could make it, I was worried something happened along the way." Pauline was sitting on the kitchen counter just as the lights flickered on, her eyes moving over Corey before settling on Dave. "So this is what you wanted in a woman? Well I hope she makes you happy David." "How are you doing this? Why are you? Please just change him back and leave us alone." begged Dave and she began to answer with an "I..." before Corey rudely interrupted. "You need to change me back now you stupid bitch or you'll pay for this!" "Interrupting people and being rude are a bad habit Corey -" Pauline declared angrily before snapping her fingers. Corey was just about to say something when a soft "mmph" came out instead and a sweet pungent odor could be smelled from her direction. Dave watched in confusion as a lit cigarette simply materialized between the lips of his best friend, who pulled it away in a very feminine manner before exhaling a stream of smoke. She didn't say anything although she looked like she wanted to, and she tried to discard the cigarette from between her two fingers but had no luck, and in the end she simply held it away from her in a feminine pose. "What's one more bad habit? It's what slutty girls do anyway don't they?" asked Pauline in response to Dave's expression, "Corey won't be able to speak or act out until she finishes smoking, and any time she becomes unruly she will be forced into this little 'time out' as long as it doesn't interfere with anything important. I've seen it keep other women in check with their emotions and some people find it sexy." She thought for a moment before continuing, "I can do all of this because I am a witch and I have been around for a very long time. To come clean the reason I can never have children is because full-fledged witches cannot reproduce, and there are no known spells to counter this curse. Every other generation one is born to my family, and I am just that lucky woman. The reason I am doing all of this is because you really hurt me David, I loved you yet that wasn't good enough, and your friend here apparently understands your ideal mate so I made him such. I will not reverse this; this is your life now. Corey is everything you wanted in a woman and as his punishment to you both he will stay that way, and be happy I love you or I would have skinned you both alive." Dave looked sick and horrified at this news, and Corey's eyes glared viciously as she took another puff, unable to speak or act against Pauline until she finished and Dave watched her with concern. Secretly he had always found it sexy but Corey was hell bent against it, which was quite ironic now. "Don't worry, that won't hurt your children. I put a spell on her to make sure of it." "Children!?" gasped Dave as his eyes snapped back to Pauline. "Yes children David, isn't that one reason why you were so hurtful to me, because I couldn't provide them for you? You talked to me about wanting children and now you will have them with your ideal mate. Now I really must be going, seeing you right now is painful but I wanted to make sure you understood everything, and I needed closure. I'll check back with you in a few months and before I go here's one last thing, consider it a gift since your old one wasn't very impressive" Dave made to stop her but she simply snapped her fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke. He wondered what she meant by parting gift, as everything else that had happened tonight didn't make sense, when his cock suddenly sprang to life, harder than it has ever been before and now standing at what looked to be at least nine inches long. It felt so huge on him and he had to pull it out of his pants to release it from the painful pressure. He was standing there staring at it in confusion, when a sudden movement from across the room caught his attention. Corey was walking toward him in a very slow, sensual way as she finished up the last puff of her cigarette before flicking it outside. The heels of her boots made a slow *click, clock* as she approached, then suddenly she was in front of him, grabbing his cock with her hand and pulling him into the bedroom. "Help me Dave I can't control my body" she purred in a sensual tone as she pushed him backward onto the bed before sliding out of her dress. His body also seemed to be on autopilot and before he could reply, she had her lacy pink bra off and was shoving his face into her giant bust as she mounted him on the edge of the bed. "...A girl that even talks dirty..." echoed throughout the room in Corey's old voice as things began to heat up. He started to play with her tits against his will as she pulled her matching thong to the side, rubbing her wet opening on the thick tip of his large throbbing cock. She whispered "don't do this, don't fuck my dripping pussy!!" in such an erotic voice as she took the whole of his shaft inside her, a pleasurable moan escaping her lips. They were fucking and neither of them could do a thing about it. He fought to not enjoy it, but her cunt was milking his cock so well that it would be only a matter of time before he came again. He wanted to say something but he couldn't stop licking and sucking her thumb-sized nipples. This was heaven and hell at the same time. Her hands were on his shoulders and he was lying back on the bed as she rode him hard, her cunt letting his cock slip out just far enough before taking the entire thing in again and again, and again. "P-please d-don't sss-spray your hot-t c-cu-mmm in-sss-side mmm- me " she moaned as she began to grind her pelvis into his before leaning into a deep kiss, her giant tits now rubbing on his bare chest. She tasted like smoke with a hint of something fruity but he couldn't stop himself, he was just as powerless as she was and his hands reached around to grab her giant soft ass, working it even harder as she slid up and down. He couldn't even remember taking his shirt off he was so lost in everything. He held off for as long as he could but it was getting harder to avoid climax, despite knowing that this was wrong and that this was Corey, it felt too good and she looked so sexy. "I'm going to c-cum, you need to s-stop!" Dave begged of her, but she only went faster after hearing that, sitting upright as she fucked him and fondling her tits as she gripped him with her thighs. "I can't stop... I can't stop... I can't stop, coming!!!" And with that he exploded inside of her. Her body shuttered in an amazing orgasm for minutes before she fell into laying on top of him, his cock still throbbing deep inside of her. They were both breathing heavy and minutes passed before she was finally able to roll off of him onto her back, her giant tits flopping around as she did so. They laid there in a long silence before Dave decided to speak. "Just so you know, I have no control either Corey." "Well that just makes this all better than doesn't it?" she snapped back, her back to him as she spoke. "I can't believe my slutty body just fucked your giant cock" she finished before putting her hands over her mouth. "Why are you talking like that?" asked Dave, the sexy voice mixed with the sexy words were starting to turn him on again. "I can't help sounding like a dirty little slut-" she began before starting to stress out, "-this is all you and that stupid bitch's fault!" she yelled at him before suddenly blowing out a stream of smoke, a new cigarette in her hand in response to her outburst. Dave could tell that Corey hated every minute of it, even though her body acted as if it had been doing it for years. He was starting to get turned on again and hated himself for it. He tried to distract himself by calling Pauline and asking her to reverse the spell, but when he dialed her number on his cell he was greeted with a message telling him that the number didn't exist. He tried a few more times with the same result before he felt something tugging down below. When he looked down he found Corey on her knees in front of him, jerking his semi into a full erection. She exclaimed "NO! I don't want to suck your big juicy... mmmph!!!" as wrapped her mouth around his tip, her right hand still working away at his shaft. She was giving him the best blowjob of his life and all he could do was sit there and enjoy it. She kept trying to speak with her mouth full, but nothing coherent came out, and after a few minutes and with the help of her vibrations, he came and she swallowed every last drop. The cycle of sex, arguing and her "time outs" continued a few more times that evening until they finally realized that they would fuck any time he was turned on. She begged him to stop getting turned on, but as he said it was easier said than done. He just couldn't help himself; she was sexually his perfect woman. It was the next day when he woke up to her sucking him off, she was wearing what seemed like, a face full of fresh makeup and her hair was tied back in pigtails. He noticed as she was blowing him that she had a large tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back, which was emphasized by the two dimples before her ass widened. She was wearing nothing but a lacy pink thong and her finger and toe nails matched the color, as well as the ribbons in her hair. Before he could climax they shifted positions, her on her back with legs spread wide, him now between her legs shoving all nine inches into her dripping wet snatch as she held the thong off to the side. He was only a few pumps in when he came inside of her, something about the way she held her giant tits with her forearms did it. They stayed in that final thrust position as every last drop of his seed spilled inside of her, a wide smile spreading across her face before she realized what she was doing and bit her bottom lip. "Apparently you can't even get morning wood without this hot dirty body responding." declared Corey in her now-familiar sexy tone. She didn't curse, she didn't argue, she just sat there and calmed herself down before walking over to Dave's dresser after slipping out of her thong. Dave knew that Corey hated her "time out" and was impressed by his level of self-control given what he was just forced to do. He watched as she dug through the drawers, finally pulling out a pair of boxers, a baggy t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants before declaring; "I'm going to take a shower and get into some real clothes, I'm also going to see if I can't wash this damn makeup off and then maybe we can track your psycho ex down." While she took a long shower he fixed some breakfast. He figured that if he was going to spend the day trying to track down a real witch with real powers, he'd want to do it with a full stomach. He fixed Corey a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and was half way through eating his when she stepped out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. A tiny, overly full-featured woman wearing baggy sweats and a baggy shirt walked toward the table, a pair of boxers in her right hand. "These won't go up past my thighs" she said in disappointment as she sat herself into a chair and began eating. Most of her makeup was gone, her skin almost raw where she had obviously cleaned it off, and her hair was a mess. "I'm going to try Pauline again" Dave said to her, a slight tone of disappointment in his voice as he stood up. She continued eating with a muffled "mmmhmm" as he left the room and tried dialing any number he could associate with her. The store that she worked at had never heard of her before, her home phone was also disconnected, and any of their mutual friends couldn't quite remember who Pauline was. In short it was almost like she never existed. He had considered simply driving to her apartment when he heard a clatter of dishes in the kitchen followed by a loud "what the fuck!?" Running into the kitchen he found Corey standing up at the table, her chair knocked over and the rest of her breakfast on the floor. At first Dave didn't understand what was going on until he saw it. The gray sweatpants she had been wearing had somehow become a denim material, and were slowly shrinking their way up past her kneecaps; while the baggy t- shirt was almost shrinking into a tight white tank top. Dave watched as her hair pulled itself back into pig tails as she fought back, tugging at the shrinking pants, the tightening shirt and even trying to undo one of the pigtails with no success. In a short while she stood there defeated, her hair and makeup back to the way it was this morning, wearing a tight white tank top that was so short that a small part of her tits could be seen hanging out of the bottom while the top displayed an ample amount of cleavage. Her lacy pink thong could be seen above her new pair of daisy dukes, and in her belly button sparkled a sexy piercing. It seemed like no matter what Corey wore or whatever she did, she was bound to be his perfect mate. She would dress and act like a slut, sometimes losing her nerve and being forced to take a "time out" which usually turned Dave on, and they continued to live this way for some time. Corey would always try to fight, and she would always lose, much to her disappointment. It was a warm morning a few months later and Dave awoke to a familiar set of lips sucking away at his large member. He stopped fighting this over a month ago and simply laid back to enjoy it before she finally mounted him. "Good morning sexy" he said to her as she lined his tip up with her moist slit. "Stop saying stuff like that Dave, it makes me so fucking hot" was her reply as she took him inside of her. He knew that the last part was the result of the curse but it turned him on all the same. She was wearing a see-through black teddy this morning, with a matching pair of fishnet stockings that ended mid-thigh. Her giant tits were bouncing out of the top as she rode him aggressively and he could feel her ass jiggle as he held her hips. They were locked in a passionate kiss when he finally came and her moaning into his mouth only made him come harder. Afterward she rolled onto her side, back to him as he came up behind her and wrapped his arm around, cupping her breast and pushing himself against her in a cuddle. This last part was a fairly recent thing and like everything else it was something they couldn't fight. A little over a month ago the found that after sex they would tend to cuddle before usually going a second round. "You seem to be having more orgasms lately" Dave informed Corey as he played with the heavy breast in his hand. "Don't remind me, I don't want to think about any of this right now" Corey declared as he unwillingly moved Dave's hand to her stomach. Neither of them ever talked about it much, but it was obvious by the round bump in Corey's belly what was going on. That was enough to get him going again and after rolling her on her back he slid between her legs. He was almost to his second climax of the day when he heard a familiar throat being cleared. In unison Corey and Dave both looked in the direction of the sound and found... "Pauline!" yelled Dave as he continued to thrust into Corey, who was now playing with her own giant tits. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but I came back to talk to you one last time before I go back home. Why don't you two finish up real quick then we can get down to business." With a snap of her fingers both Corey and Dave were sent over the edge, exploding into the largest orgasms either of them had ever had. They were lost in the pleasure and only after a few minutes did Dave raise his head off of Corey's chest. "Oops, I may have been a bit too enthusiastic. I'd like to move things along so I'll help you two get dressed." And with another snap of her fingers they were all sitting in the living room. Dave was in a nice pant suit suddenly sitting on the loveseat next to Corey, who was now wearing a hot pink maternity dress with a matching headband in her hair and matching eye shadow. Pauline was sitting across from them atop a desk, a wide smile on her face. "Well I'll make this short. I just wanted to see how you were doing David, and to let you know that I am finally over us, and that this is simply closure. I don't want to take too much of your time, I know how you and her are." Corey lit a cigarette and took a puff before addressing her. "I think you made your point and if you really are over it then change me back." "Oh I can't do that, you're his ideal mate Corey and besides, even if I wanted to I couldn't now that you're pregnant." She jumped down and started rubbing Corey's stomach, smiling up to her before she continued, "What I can do though is make the process a little easier on you two." and with a snap of Pauline's fingers a few small items dropped into Corey's lap. "What is this? A social security card and a birth certificate? Why on earth would I want these, and besides you spelled my name wrong. It's 'C-O-R-E-Y' not 'C-O-R-I'." ranted Corey, taking another puff as she finished and casting a sassy glare in the witch's direction. "Funny I thought I made it so you couldn't talk when you were in your little 'time out'." "She can't," began Dave before Pauline cut her off with a wide smile, "oh are you smoking by choice now?" Corey simply glared back at her, she knew damn well that she'd become addicted. "Well to answer your question Cori, your old spelling wasn't very feminine so I think it fits better this way, and you'll need those documents for when you two get married." "Married!?" exclaimed both Dave and Cori at the same time. "Yes married, since you two are going to keep having babies it's only the right thing to do." explained Pauline matter-of-factly. "I don't even want to have this one!" barked Cori in protest, her hands gesturing to her stomach. Dave simply remained quiet, he had no idea what to say or do but Pauline wasn't finished. "You're David's ideal mate Cori and since we're on the topic of all your future babies, here-" Pauline declared with a snap of her fingers, "-now after giving birth you will work your body back to perfection, after all that's what really matters right David?" "I..." began Dave before he stopped. "And secondly" snapped Pauline again, this time her and Dave watched as Cori's already-gigantic breasts began to inflate slightly, the sides became visible as they stretched the top of the maternity dress. "What the!" exclaimed Cori before she grabbed her swollen breasts in response to the pains, and as she did the front of her dress became soaked in milk, which squirted through the fabric in small streams. When she removed her hands the leaking immediately stopped. "Now you will always produce enough milk to feed your children, consider it a parting gift. Now I really must go, I wish you both a long and happy life with your big family." And with that she snapped her fingers and disappeared.