Off Her Soapbox (Preg, BE, COM)

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“Seriously, what are you going to do? Surely, you’re going to marry him as soon as possible, right? I mean, it’s not going to wash away the sin, but at least the child will have a father!”

The other women at the table collectively rolled their eyes at Lisa, and offered support to their friend Gina. For Gina, the words hit hard, as she wasn’t planning on having a child so early in life either. Here she sat though, five months pregnant and showing considerably. The others in the group knew of the pregnancy, but didn’t tell Lisa due to her religious stance on children out of wedlock. Not wanting the awkward silence to continue, Lisa spoke again. “Five months pregnant you say? So, you got pregnant before we graduated high school! Honestly, I knew you were the brightest crayon in the box, but this is dumb, even for you. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself at all?!”

It took every ounce of willpower for Gina to not break down and cry in front of everyone. Instead, she stood up quickly, hitting her belly on the table as she stood. Everyone gasped with worry while Lisa laughed far too loudly. “What, leaving so soon? You haven’t gotten your meal yet. Should I get them to make your order to-go? Based on how your clothes fit, you’ve been really eating a lot. Don’t even blame it on your little bastard baby either. Waiter? Waiter?! She would like a triple bacon cheeseburger and a large milkshake to-go. Make it two burgers for the fat, dumb preggo!”

Mortified, Gina ran out the door, unable to stop the tears from flowing. Lisa also stood up, flipping her brown hair out of her eyes. “I don’t know why she reacted so badly. It’s not like I wasn’t saying anything that isn’t true. You all agree with me, right? RIGHT?!”

The others meekly nodded, giving Lisa the satisfaction she craved. All through high school, Lisa was a brat, and flaunted her family wealth, all while standing on a pedestal and admonishing everyone around her for any life choices that weren’t wholesome or ‘God’s Way.’ Usually, someone like that would be shunned by other teenagers however, Lisa’s parents ensured she was able to join any club, organization, or sport she desired, regardless of her talent. In order to bring her wholesome attitude to what she felt was the worst group, she joined the cheerleading squad and proceeded to make Gina, and the other four women currently at the table’s lives a nightmare. “I’m off to the gym. Now that we are out of high school, I’m going to have to keep fit on my own. As you know, sloth is one of the seven deadly sins! See you later!”

This was the last straw. Lisa had gone too far. The four women left the restaurant and started brainstorming ways to stop Lisa from being so judgmental and cold to people. As they turned the corner, a small shop caught their respective eyes. Oddly enough, two of them had walked down the same road on the way to the restaurant and neither remembered the shop being there. The shop was filled with trinkets and antiques, along with various vials and bottles along the back wall. “Can I help you find anything?”

All four women jumped, as the voice came from behind them. Spinning around, each stared, wide-eyed at the shopkeeper. She looked to be in her mid-thirties with red hair and violet eyes. The truly jarring part of her was her body size. She stood head and shoulders above all four of them and had a level of tonality rivaling fitness models in magazines. The group lamented to the shopkeeper about their friend, her attitude, what she did to Gina, and how they want to stop her from being so judgmental and callous. The shopkeeper grinned and asked for a picture on the person in question. All four women pulled their phones out to show Lisa. Nodding softly, the shopkeeper walked between them, narrowly avoiding hitting one of them with her large forearm. “I’ve seen that person around town. In fact, I know her parents very well. It’s a shame Lisa turned out so poorly. Her parents wanted to give her the best of everything and I ensure they had the resources to do just that. Fear not though. I know just the spell to kick her off that soapbox she likes to stand on. The process will take about a week.”

“How much?”

The shopkeeper smirked. “The total cost will be $824.69. I believe if the four of you check, you’ll have just enough.”

Indeed, they did, right down to the penny. Once the money was given to the shopkeeper, she waved her hand. “It has started.”

Across town, Lisa was attacking the treadmill in an attempt to beat her own personal best. With small B-cup breasts and a small, but toned backside, running was one activity she’d always excelled in. Nearing the finish line however, an intense stomach cramp hit her. She stumbled a bit, nearly falling off the side of the treadmill, but kept running. When the run was complete, she had missed her personal best by a mere two seconds. Of course, everyone else in the gym had to endure the tirade Lisa went on. Another stab of pain hit her, cutting her diatribe short and forcing her to double over. With all eyes on her, she threw up right on the treadmill she’d just been on. Embarrassed, Lisa walked away without letting any employees know about her little accident. 

That night’s sleep was a restless one. Lisa dreamed of Gina, as well as all her other friends heavily pregnant. The restless part came when she chastised them. Rather than cower and crumble, all five of them surrounded her, pressing their gravid bellies into her. Instantly, all five were barren while Lisa’s legs shook, having trouble holding up the beach ball of a belly she now possessed. Lisa woke up in a cold sweat. Bolting upright, Lisa groaned and fell back onto her bed. The stomach pains were still there, and to add to it, she felt bloated. Cursing her period coming early, she carefully rolled out of bed and slid her feet along the hardwood floor to her bathroom. Flicking the light on, the fogginess clouding Lisa’s head dissipated quickly as she saw her reflection. While she felt bloated yesterday, today, she WAS bloated, and in more ways than one. It was normal for her small B-cups to get tender, maybe swell a little to full B-cups. Today however, they were far larger than any size she had been before. Lisa guessed, based on her time with the cheerleading squad, that they were at least a DD-cup. Under her burgeoning breasts, she had a bit of a pot-belly. Again, not uncommon, but as her fingers traced over it, her belly felt more solid than it usually did. Lisa bent forward to look at herself better only to hear a snap. With wide eyes, she saw her panties flutter to the floor. Turning to the side, Lisa stifled a scream as her backside was also larger, along with wider hips. If it wasn’t for the belly, her body would look more like a stereotypical cheerleader now. Despite wanting to go to the gym, none of her workout outfits fit correctly. Instead, she donned an oversized sweat suit and drove to another town, hunting for clothing that would fit her temporarily bloated frame.

The following day, Lisa woke up feeling a bit better but just as bloated as the previous day. Today she was not going to skip the gym but had to wear an unflattering sweat suit yet again to do so. With the gym only a mile away, Lisa thought it best to jog her way there. Less than a quarter-mile into her jog though, Lisa slowed down to a walk. While her resolve was strong, her body was not as determined. Gritting her teeth, she willed herself to run but her widened hips had thrown her gait off, making the run awkward and far more difficult to accomplish. Out of breath, Lisa stopped, placing her hands on her hips, disgusted at how quickly she’d run out of energy. Sniffing the air, Lisa’s eyes widened. Never before had the smell of freshly cooked French fries enticed her so badly. Rationalizing, she thought the carbs would be beneficial for her. She’d get some energy, and burn it off once at the gym. Lisa got a small order of French fries and practically inhaled them. It didn’t even register that she’d eaten anything in her stomach! Next was a large fry and a cheeseburger. After all, some protein would be needed for her workout as well. While eating, her hair slowly shifted from brunette to blond. Lisa found it difficult to remember why she was out in the first place. It was as though her thoughts were there, but slightly inaccessible. While she scarfed down her burger and fries, she figured if she sat there long enough, she’d remember. With her meal gone, she ordered another large fry and a double cheeseburger with bacon. Then a milkshake. Then two more. By the time Lisa realized it, she’d eaten more calories in one sitting than she usually would all week! Disgusted with herself, she walked back home, but not before ordering a chocolate milkshake for the journey. It was summer after all. All the while, she racked her brain trying to figure out what she forgot.

The next few days were met with similar issues. Her bloating was increasing rapidly, causing her parents to take notice. As Lisa found herself more confused than ever, she continued eating as much as a sumo wrestler would eat. With her parents looking on, it bought Lisa some time. It was the fifth day where she couldn’t hide her belly any longer. It was the size of a full-term pregnancy and perfectly round. Trudging down the stairs, groaning the entire time, Lisa was confronted by her parents. She kept telling them that she was just bloated, nothing more. Her parents demanded she go to the doctor that day to prove that it was, in fact, bloating.

The morning of the sixth day, Lisa awoke to three mountains in her line of sight. Her breasts had grown yet again, placing her in the F-cup range while her belly now appeared to be a month overdue. The phone rang downstairs, followed by Lisa’s mother and father entering her bedroom. The doctor confirmed that Lisa was, in fact, pregnant with twins no less. Neither parent showed any remorse as they kicked her out of the house immediately, only allowing her to keep her cell phone, a suitcase filled with her ‘sinful clothing,’ which in reality, were the oversize clothing she’d bought, and lastly, her bank account. They deposited enough for Lisa to manage for a couple of months on her own but otherwise, she was forbidden to come back. Distraught and severely humbled, Lisa tried to get in touch with her friends for some help. The only person to answer however, was Gina. Lisa broke down on the phone, apologizing profusely for her terrible actions. While blubbering on the phone, Lisa’s hand grazed her left breast and screamed so loud, Gina dropped the phone. Dark wet spots formed over Lisa’s now engorged nipples. She was lactating! Gina came and picked her up, aghast at the sheer size of the formerly thin head cheerleader. 

When Lisa entered the apartment of Gina’s, her tears came back, with a fury. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture. In the bedroom though, Gina had all kinds of baby clothes, swings, and toys she’d picked up online for cheap or free. They sat down on Gina’s loveseat where Lisa began to ask questions about pregnancy in general. Gina immediately picked up on the shortened attention span of Lisa, who would randomly space out, and then ask Gina to repeat herself. While Gina wasn’t present for the encounter with the shopkeeper, she had a feeling there was something going on. Popping in a pregnancy video, Gina snapped a picture of Lisa and sent it to the others. Each woman texted back commenting on various parts of Lisa’s body. One mentioned her thicker arms. Another laughed through text about her entire torso and how it appeared she’d stuffed various round objects into her pants and shirt. The third giggled about her blond hair while the last wondered how she could walk with thighs that thick. Then it hit Gina. Lisa had called her a fat, dumb preggo at the restaurant. Opening the door, she noticed that Lisa’s eyes were glued to the television. When the movie ended, they ordered food, a lot of food, and talked about random things. Again, Lisa was aloof, almost unable to keep her train of thought. Once they spoke about pregnancy though, she was as sharp as she’d ever been. Gina invited Lisa to spend the night to which Lisa was genuinely grateful.

The morning of the seventh day, Gina woke up to find she was barely on her own bed as Lisa had gotten larger yet again. Now eight months along with twins, Lisa stirred, her eyes opening to see Gina kneeling by the bed staring at her. The bed-sheet was wet with breast milk and Lisa’s top was see-through. Before Gina could say a word, Lisa apologized and promised to replace the sheets. She even pulled off the bedding for Gina and waddled to the washing machine. Despite the growth, Lisa seemed to be in great spirits and had really turned a corner about the miraculous gestation. The other four friends dropped by and all six of them left to look for a new place for Lisa. After all, soon, she’d need at least two bedrooms to start her happy little family with.

A week later, the shopkeeper sat in a cafe, sipping her coffee when Lisa and Gina walked in. The surges of growth had stopped, allowing Lisa to experience the remainder of her pregnancy naturally. Between the end of the spell and now, Lisa had become a sponge regarding anything pregnancy related and was able to get a job at a pregnancy hotline. She’d be able to work from home and care for her two little girls, when they were born.

Standing up, the shopkeeper smiled softly as she walked by. Sure, Lisa’s life was completely different, but the red-haired shopkeeper always liked hearing about happy endings. Seeing Lisa as a humble, cheerful, considerate woman passionate about becoming a mother was heartwarming. In fact, the shopkeeper thought Lisa should be able to enjoy her pregnancy from start to finish. Maybe after the twins were born, the shopkeeper would run into Lisa again.