Chapter 11 Signing Off and Getting Turned On
Emmi’s expression softened into something almost maternal, which somehow made it worse.
“Were you not listening? It’s what my chat wanted. They wanted to see two little shitheads punished for being super sexist.” She shrugged one shoulder, the motion casual and final. “But that doesn’t matter now. I got one last thing for you two before I have to go.”
Her right hand lifted and waved one final time.
The magic settled over them like warm oil.
“You two have been pretty busy with work,” Emmi continued, voice light and practical, “and Zoey’s been super exhausted from the pregnancy, so you haven’t had time for some much-needed ‘lovemaking.’ So after I end my stream, you two are gonna go have some adult fun in your new bedroom…
and things will work themselves out from there. Have fun, you two!”
She finished with a bright, cheerful smile.
Both of them recoiled at the same second.
“Ew, gross!”
Cole’s deeper voice cracked with pure denial. “There is no way in hell Zoey and I are gonna go have some much-needed sex!”
The protest was barely out of his mouth before the wave hit him.
A thick, sudden rush of horniness rolled straight down his spine and into his cock.
The new adult length thickened and lifted inside his sweats, growing heavy and obvious against the soft cotton until the outline was impossible to hide.
He shifted his weight, trying to adjust without being obvious, but the pressure only made it worse.
Zoey’s answer came out just as loud and just as doomed.
“Yeah! There’s no fucking way we’re doing that!”
Even as she said it, an unfamiliar-yet-familiar wetness bloomed between her legs.
The new cunt she still barely understood grew slick in a slow, warm rush, the soft folds swelling and aching under the maternity clothes and the heavy curve of her six-month belly.
Every tiny shift of her thighs made the slickness more noticeable.
Her nipples tightened inside the supportive bra, and the dual sensation—heavy breasts, heavier belly, and that brand-new emptiness that wanted to be filled—made her knees weak.
Emmi watched their bodies betray them with open delight.
“Well, I’ll let you two continue to tell yourselves that one. But I gotta go, lovelies. Take care… and I wish you a blessed rest of your pregnancy and a healthy baby! Thanks for watching, everyone—be sure to follow my usual socials for when I go live next! Goodbye!”
The stream cut to black.
The office fell silent except for the soft hum of the computers and the sound of two people breathing too hard.
“No!” they yelled in perfect unison.
Zoey shoved Cole’s arms off her and lunged for the mouse, frantically clicking refresh like she could force the stream back into existence. “No no no! Don’t go! I don’t want this! We don’t want this!”
Her left index finger hammered the mouse button. The page stayed dead. The pink racing chair, the chat, the witch who had rewritten their entire lives—gone.
Cole stood there for a second, jaw tight, and reached down to adjust the heavy, aching length that was still straining against his sweats. The simple touch sent a jolt straight up his spine. He stepped closer again and settled one careful hand on Zoey’s shoulder.
“Hey…” His voice came out lower, rougher. “It’ll be alright, Zoey…”
She stopped clicking.
Slowly she turned her head and looked up at him. Her cheeks were already flushed a bright, betraying pink. The words left her mouth before she could stop them.
“That’s easy for you to say. I’m a woman, Cole. A P. R. E. G. N. A. N. T. woman.” Her free hand hovered near her mouth like she could push the next sentence back in. “God… I’m so fucking horny…”
The confession hung in the quiet office. Her eyes went wide with horror at what she’d just admitted out loud. She clapped her hand over her mouth, but the damage was done. The slick heat between her legs only grew worse now that the truth was in the open.
Cole’s chuckle was soft and helpless and just as ruined as she was.
“Me too,” he said. “I feel like a horny teenager.”
Only this time the body answering that hunger was fully, permanently adult… and so was the pregnant wife standing in front of him.