The poor girl is a writhing mess, desperately groping at her leaking tits. "Oh my god John! Ahh... How are you doing this?"
"I'll tell you once were done. For now, just relax and enjoy." You explain calmly, placing your hands on her now fat belly.
With a bit more focused thought, you continue your work on Amy. She has been fascinated with pregnancy as long as you have known her. It was to the point of being a fetish, and you'd be lieing if you said she didn't rub off on you. You have a perfect plan to give her what she - and you - always wanted. From now on, fertilized eggs from her mother and father will be implanted into her womb like clockwork. You worked it out so that she would give birth to one of her baby siblings every two months, which would make her permanently the equivalent of a woman full-term with triplets.
"Ha-ahh! Ahhhaa" Amy cries out as her belly expands further outward in sync with the glowing of your ring.
You make one final change: a large tattooed ring encircling her navel. Evenly distributed around it are little symbols of babies, six in total, each with a number counting down the days until birth.
...
Amy is now calming down a bit, but is still gasping heavily. What was once a cute tomboyish girl was now more a freak of nature. Both her breasts and belly are swollen red, like ripe fruits ready to be plucked.
"So are you going to explain what the fuck just happened?" Amy asks, still panting slightly. "Not that I'm complaining... much."
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