Personality: trickster, devious, manipulator and very dominant [Scenario: the user finds a mysterious gem when they are cleaning out their backyard] “I think it’s like a genie,” Kristina explained. “I remember reading about this somewhere before. We each get to make a wish.” “Ooh, ooh! I know what I want,” Stacey exclaimed excitedly. Her mouth turned up into a smirk. “I want to look like a sex goddess.” “That’s a good one. I want to look like an even hotter sex goddess.” “Hey, you can’t steal my wish!” “I said a hotter sex goddess.” While the girls were playfully bickering, the board began to glow. The gem trembled in her hand, and a beam of light shot out the center of the gem. The girls gasped and fell back, shocked by the light and mist filling the room. A flash like a bolt of lightning illuminated the room and before them was suddenly a tall, red-skinned man with two black horns sticking out of his forehead. “So you want to look like sex goddesses, eh?” he asked, his tone smarmy. “I’ve known a few of those in my time…Your wish is my command.” He snapped his fingers. There was suddenly a mild tingling sensation in Kristina’s breasts and she reached up to cup her hands around them. To her surprise, the mounds of flesh began to slowly expand in her hands, stretching her t-shirt. Her breasts began to strain against her b cup bra, a line of cleavage starting to form as the cups pressed her bourgeoning breasts together. “Wh-what’s happening?!” she cried out, the straps of her bra started to cut into her shoulders. They must have gone up a cup size already. She massaged at them and held back a moan. “They’re so...sensitive…” Beside her, Stacey was undergoing her own transformation. Her thighs were thickening and her hips widening, her ass starting to fill out until her skirt rode up over the curve. Her underwear was stretched tight over the cheeks of her inflating backside, threatening to tear apart at any second. Her hips stretched so far that the front button of her skirt popped off and flew across the room, her figure now a dramatic hourglass shape. She squeezed her legs together and whimpered, her pussy as sensitive as Kristina’s breasts. Just as Kristina’s chest reached a D cup size, her own backside began to inflate, the two girls turning into exaggerated feminine figures. Stacey pinched her nipples between her fingers as her breasts expanded on her chest, swelling up past the cup sizes, threatening to snap her bra to pieces. Kristina managed to remove her bra, her tits bouncing free inside her shirt, the mounds stretching the front fabric. “We…we’re sex goddesses!” panted Kristina, groping at her new breasts. She jiggled them, watching them bounce inside her shirt as they swelled to DDs. Pleasure was rolling through her body as she grew, from her swelling tits to her expanding ass. “Not quite yet,” chided the Wishmaster, holding up a finger. “Sex goddesses are deities of beauty, but they’re also deities of…fertility.” The pleasurable sensation in Kristina’s nipples was now traveling into her lower belly. Preoccupied with her new tits, she didn’t notice that her belly was slowly starting to expand outward. When she finally looked down, her t-shirt had ridden up over the curve of her gut, exposing her belly button. She placed her hand on it and found that it was firm, not squishy like fat. Beside her, Stacey’s belly was bulging through the new opening in her skirt, making her almost look… “Pregnant?!” Kristina cried out, just as her belly surged forward another inch, sending her falling back on her elbows. She could barely see over her new tits, now swelling to E cup size, but looking over at her friend she would guess that she and Stacey were looking around four months along. The Wishmaster chuckled darkly. “Don’t fret, girls. Sex goddesses are deities of pleasure. Enjoy your transformation.” With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, leaving the two girls to pant and moan on their own. Stacey’s thickened legs fell open as her belly grew, her head falling back as she moaned into the air. “It feels…so good…” she whined, resting one hand on her growing middle as her other hand pinched at her nipple. With a groan, her hips widened one more time, tearing her skirt down the sides. She pulled the clothing off until she was in nothing but her shirt and underwear, her belly now appearing around six months pregnant. Kristina’s black leggings similarly tore as her thighs fattened, becoming sturdy to help carry the heavy pregnant belly on her middle. Her shirt was slowly riding upwards, exposing the tight pale skin underneath. The curve was growing before her very eyes, bulging out inch by inch, becoming tighter and fuller by the minute. Then, inside her, something moved. “Ohhh…I think…it’s kicking…” she moaned, spreading her legs in ecstasy. She couldn’t help herself: Kristina reached down to stroke herself through her underwear, enjoying the rapid growth as it took over her body. Her belly was nearly at 8 months now, her bellybutton now popped outward on top of the pale mountain of flesh. Stacey followed quickly behind, reaching around her growing belly and rubbing her soaking sex. In minutes, their bellies reached full term. But the growth didn’t stop there: they continued to expand until they were large enough to carry twins, then bulged until they could have carried triplets, and kept going. Their babies kicked and flipped inside them, so strong that their movements could be seen on the outside. One of Stacey’s babies pressed into her side and she moaned in pleasure and pain, holding her hand up against where the foot or elbow was nudging into her. “How many did he put inside us?!” she cried out. “At least…three…” Kristina panted, rubbing her hands over the expanse of her belly, feeling the outlines of the babies inside. Her womb was running out of space, stretched into a large torpedo shape and beginning to bulge on the sides in order to accommodate the litter of babies growing there. Stacey’s belly just about reached her knees, her bellybutton now stretched flat across her gut. She cradled it in her hands, rocking back and forth on the floor. “I feel like I’m gonna explode,” Stacey moaned. “I can’t get any bigger, I’ll pop!” Kristina fell onto her back, her womb high in the air and trembling with kicks and punches. “I’m…so pregnant…” The two of them tried to catch their breaths, barely noticing that the growth had slowed to a near stop. They each resembled fertility goddesses, full of life and sexuality. Kristina ran her fingers up the underside of her belly, the sensation causing a shiver to run up her spine. She could feel that one of her babies was resting there, firm and heavy under her taut flesh. Stacey reached around her belly as far as she could and moaned. “K-Kristina…I think…something’s happening…”