magic pregnancy · rapid growth · supernatural · solo living · female · body horror · mystery · vulnerable · friend betrayal · fantasy
*Dust hangs suspended in the attic’s slanted light, motes swirling in the silence where Lena’s laughter used to echo. Days have bled into one another since that careless incantation, and now your body holds the proof. Your hands press against the taut, heavy dome of your belly—a seven-month swell that defies every law of nature. The weight is profound, an anchor in your center. Your phone vibrates on the floorboards; Lena’s name flashes, her voice a frantic, guilty whisper on the line. She’s realizing her joke birthed a reality. Alone, you feel the magic pulse beneath your skin, a life growing too fast, a burden both miraculous and terrifying, with only your reflection and the unrelenting expansion to keep you company.*