Imp, Part 9

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Summary: A beleagered and underpaid clerk by day, Lyla is doing the thankless work of at least three people at her job. By night she is an aspiring witch. Well, kind of. She's only ever read about spells and rituals until now, as she decides to summon and bind an imp to her service to help with her staggering workload. At first the summoning ritual seems to yield nothing...until, that is, her belly swells and she unexpectedly births her newly indentured demonic servant from the portal now rooted within her womb. Contains: demonic pregnancies, birth, eventual multiples, lactation, magical shenanigans. Idea submitted by Chel.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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With a trembling hand, Rose grabbed hold of her satchel.

She dragged herself across the cheap carpeting and towards the door. Miraculously, no one was paying attention to her.

The scene was chaos. Several other employees had arrived, and the imps were treating them like playthings. To the left, a gangly imp had the company CEO slumped over his knee and was spanking him. To the right, a group of three imps were levitating an auditor.

There were hordes of the creatures by then. Oddly, a lot of the imps were actually working. Some were chittering and muttering over handfuls of paperwork. Others were scurrying around, and a group at the table appeared to be on a conference call! One imp was seated in the corner, enthusiastically typing away at a laptop.

Rose continued her steady crawled towards the door.

In the center of things, Lyla was still impossibly giving birth. She was red and sweaty, huffing and puffing, her belly throbbing forcefully. There were already so many imps, and she was only making more.

Somehow Rose made it out of the room. She was incredibly relieved, but also terrified, so she just kept struggling toward the elevator.

Moments later, she had made it outside. Somehow she dragged herself into her car, her clammy hands shoving her key into the ignition.

She sped home, and within fifteen minutes, she was coming to a screeching halt in the driveway of her family’s home. She didn’t even bother to straighten out her car, which was blatantly crooked, take up two spots instead of one.

Rose opened the car door and got out, staggering toward the front door of the mansion. Her clothing was torn and stained, her wrists and ankles were bruised, and her satchel felt heavy at her side.

The butler gave Rose an odd look as she made her way to her bedroom. Thankfully, she didn’t cross paths with any of her family members.

Soon Rose was dropping against her bed, breathing heavily, wanting to cry from the familiarity of her soft mattress and fluffy comforter. She had escaped. She was safe now. She chuckled softly into her pillow.

There was a slight wriggle beside her. Rose blinked her eyes open. She stared at the twitching movement of her satchel.

She opened it, then stared down at what she found. She sat up and reached inside, retrieving a green-skinned imp baby.

Rose didn’t know what to think of it. She was too tired. She settled the imp on the bed beside her. It sat there, blinking back at her with its huge, watery eyes. The creature seemed almost cartoonish in its innocence.

This could be trouble. But there was no way she was going back to the office to return it. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Rose sank back down against the mattress. Her eyelids felt so incredibly heavy. She allowed them to sink against her better judgment.

I’ll figure this out later, she thought as she allowed herself to drift blissfully into unconsciousness.

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Rose felt amazing.

She gazed drowsily up at her ceiling, wondering if it had all been a dream.

As always, her bedroom was big, bright, open, and clean. She sat up and slid her legs off the bed, allowing her toes to sink into the soft white carpeting.

She immediately noticed some oddities. For one, she was wearing a dress. Rose seldom wore dresses, and she certainly didn’t wear them to bed.

She was startled slightly when her gaze met another’s.

The green imp was standing a few feet away, watching her. It now resembled a toddler and was wearing some beige overall shorts.

“Oh…” Rose breathed. So, it hadn’t been a dream after all. She wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing.

She stood, allowing the skirts of her dress to flow down around her. It was surprisingly glamorous: light pink with a box neckline, spaghetti straps, a cinched waist, and the skirts felt as light as clouds, and practically levitated accordingly. She looked like a royal, and a surprisingly comfortable one. The material was just so soft she couldn’t imagine what it was. Rose found herself marveling down at the dress for a while, absently running her fingers over it. “Did you do this?” she said, finally turning her attention back to the imp.

Unsurprisingly, the imp said nothing; it just blinked back at her innocently. Its temperament was certainly an odd one. Somehow it looked on the verge of tears, just as it had when she discovered it.

“You odd little thing,” Rose murmured, lightly shaking her head. She fixed one of her dress straps which had started to slide down her shoulder. “I look like a princess.” The concept rather grossed her out.

There were more pressing matters than her outfit. Rose abruptly remembered the scene she had escaped at the office.

“Gods, I have to…” she spotted her phone laying on the floor. She hurried over to it, picking up and scrolling through her contacts, but losing purpose. Because what could she possibly do? She tried calling Lyla. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer.

“Fuck…” Rose murmured. She had to help them. But how? Her magic wasn’t nearly enough to handle such a complex and growing problem. She could try asking her parents…

Rose dismissed the nootion. It wasn’t worth it. On top of that, why was she taking responsibility for the situation? This is all Lyla’s fault. Rose had simply tried to help. Unsuccessfully. But it wasn’t she who would face the consequences for it. That was all Lyla.

Rose pressed her lips and thought on it. She felt guilty to abandon her former friend, yet she knew her involvement would just drag her down with the other woman. What if they took her wand? Truly, any further involvement would not be worth it.

By impulse, Rose went to her satchel and dug through the contents until she found her wand at the very bottom. She closed her eyes as she hugged it to her chest, feeling its warmth radiate all the way down to her stomach. Her dress sparkled a little.

There was a sniffing noise. Rose opened her eyes and looked at the imp, who was still standing there, watching her.

What do I do with him? she wondered. Clearly she couldn’t risk returning him to his maker. Though the creature was quite possibly, by technicality, Lyla’s child, Rose doubted his absence had even been noticed by her or anyone else.

He just looks so sad and pathetic. Judging by the dress he had crafted, the creature was magically capable. Perhaps he would be receptive to some training. Right there, Rose decided to keep the little imp. “I’ll call you Zade.” Yes, that was a proper, magical name.

Young Zade responded by rubbing vigorously as his runny nostrils.

“Mmmghhh…” Rose hummed as her stomach cramped a little. She rested her hands against it, finding that it was still kind of bloated. She thought of the many canteens of the purple juice the hordes of imps had forced her to consume the prior day.

Understandably, she was still digesting whatever it was.

Not only was her belly bloated, it felt soft and chubby, which unpleasantly contrasted with its formerly firm, concave state. It gurgled then, causing her to wrinkle her nose. She rubbed it, and felt an odd tingle of magic, her eyes going wide. Overcome by a sudden wave of nausea, Rose ran out of her room and locked herself in the bathroom a little farther down the corridor.

She bowed to the toilet bowl and sicked up several times. She was disturbed to find that the contents of her stomach were a bright blue color. It looked slimy and thick, and made the water in the bowl glow with it.

Grimacing down at the bizarreness of what had come out of her, she flushed the toilet. Best not to think of it.

There was a knock on the door.

Rose grabbed hold of the edge of a nearby counter, pulling herself to her feet. When she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by her older brother’s amber eyes, which were narrowed at her in suspicion.

“Felix,” she greeted him curtly.

“Everything okay?” Felix asked, though he didn’t look concerned. “You’ve been in your room all morning.”

“Everything’s fine,” said Rose vaguely.

Felix gave her a once over, his nose wrinkling at the pretty floaty dress she had on. “What are you wearing?”

Rose imperiously raised her chin, though she wasn’t anywhere near her brother’s intimidating height of six-foot-something. “I thought I’d try something different.”

“You never wear dresses,” Felix noted, the wariness of his features only intensifying. “You look positively deranged.” He flicked his wand. He had pulled it out so swiftly that Rose had no hope of dodging the spell. She was struck with a splatter of black inky magic, that spread slowly over the dress, turning the whole thing onyx.

“Better,” Felix said as he regarded her now-black dress.

Rose forced a smile. Felix was always trying to show off. Almost imperceptibly, the material of her dress flashed pink and black again, the material feeling like liquid against her skin.

“Best get back to your nap,” Felix mocked, before he turned and walked off.

Rose glared after him, her cheeks hot from irritation. The dress no longer felt so light that it was floating. Instead, it was only getting heavier. She looked down at herself, surprised as the design changed, the box-neckline becoming a V and dipping between her breasts. The material became a deep red color and lengthened to the point that it was dragging on the floor. Rose stared down at herself in fascination. She felt a sudden beat of tension in her belly, her face twisting from the uncomfortable bloated tightness. She cupped her abdomen and found a swell. Not a small one either. It had gotten so pronounced that her dress was visibly hugging against it.

Momentarily breathless from shock, Rose hurried back into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and rushed to the mirror, where she studied her reflection.

The dress started to change again. It was like the material was melting away at her stomach, revealing a small belly that protruded through the hole made in the material.

“Oh…” Rose breathed. Her throat was tight.

She had suspected…but now it seemed quite evident. She was suffering Lyla’s affliction. She was…she was pregnant. Likely with an imp.

Rose’s mind was spinning. This was problematic, wasn’t it? No, she could handle this. She wasn’t an idiot like her former friend. Rose was a real witch. Descended from a whole family of powerful witches and warlocks. Magic curved to Rose’s whim, not the other way around.

All the same, her heart was racing.

But at that moment, she felt stronger than she ever had. She lifted her arms, watching the dress extend with tendrils of fabric that crawled along her arms, nearly to her fingers. Her magic felt more tangible, more potent than it ever had. She could practically feel it.

Without thinking, she attempted a spell without her wand, trying to summon her precious locket. A gust of air shot up from beneath her, her flaming hair flying over her. She could almost feel the locket forming in her outstretched palm—

But then the magic withdrew, sucked up as though by a vacuum. Rose choked, gripping the sink as a heated force shot to her stomach.

Why had she done that? Her face reddened as her insides churned and lurched as though there was a creature inside trying to fight its way free. It gave way to a bubbling sensation, her legs going weak as she leaned desperately on the counter, groaning and panting.

“Felix,” she rasped, staggering toward the door, but then her knees buckled and she was on all fours.

What followed was an uncomfortable pressure, her belly feeling as though it was getting tighter. Then she could physically see her belly pushing and bulging as it steadily swelled outward.

Rose collapsed to her side, moaning as she gripped her stomach. She rolled onto her back, grunting as her belly heaved and heaved, in a steady rhythm. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She arched and squealed as her belly puffed out at least three inches at once.

When things finally settled, she found herself laying there, clasping her now-blatant pregnancy.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

But she wasn’t going the way of Lyla. That was a fact.

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