Charming Chaos

David once again returns to the house of the three witches to deliver a treat to his charming girlfriend, only for things to fall out of control once more. A demon armed with a powerful device plans to turn the girls and David into more suitable subjects to serve evil. It will be up to the witches to band together and save one of their own, and put an end to the craziness.

Length: 12,600 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include partial gender transformations, impregnation, male pregnancy, magical devices, enhanced libidos, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

Excerpt:

"What was that thing, anyways?" Marie asked. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Just some demon weapon," Monica reasoned. "They're always trying to come up with different ways to get rid of us. They never work."

"Uh, guys?" Miley's voice quivered. "I don't think it didn't work. It just wasn't meant to kill us."

"What do you oh." Monica gasped, before covering her mouth in astonishment.

Though Miley was relatively fine except for a few scrapes and bruises, and the side effects that an aspirin would easily remedy, she wasn't entirely the same as she had been before the blast had knocked her several feet back. Below her chest, her abdomen swelled outward in a giant orb, stretching her camisole tight and thin around where her waist was the largest.

Marie was the first to say what she saw. "Miley, you look pregnant! When did that happen?"

"When the bolt hit me," her voice strained while she pushed herself up against the wall. She wrapped her hands along the underside and felt along the skin where the camisole just wasn't long enough to conceal. "Holy cow. And David?"

All the other eyes in the room turned to the source of a male murmur, and a limp body suddenly reanimating under shards of splintered wood and fine dust. He didn't have to make a single movement for the girls to see what had become of David, or rather his body. Beneath his chest and above his thighs, him and Miley were nearly identical in size and shape.

"Oh man," Miley sighed.

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