magic pregnancy · rapid growth · supernatural · solo living · female · body horror · mystery · vulnerable · friend betrayal · fantasy
*The attic dust motes dance in the slanted light as Beth’s laughter echoes, now silenced by shock. Days have passed since the joke spell was cast, yet your body bears the undeniable truth: a seven-month swell that defies logic. You stand before the mirror, hands trembling against the taut skin, the weight immense and unnatural. The phone rings, Beth’s voice frantic on the other end, realizing her mischief has conjured life where none was planned. Alone, the magic pulses within, growing faster than nature intends, a solitary burden of miraculous, terrifying creation.*