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I was completely drained, lying flat on my bed after another late night of work. My head ached, my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. I just wanted something calm to take the edge off, so I scrolled and clicked the first meditation video I could find.

The music was soft—waves and gentle tones. My body loosened a little, my breathing slowed. Then the voice started.

“Relax… deeper now. You’re safe. Let your body change.”

My eyes opened. Change? That wasn’t what I clicked on. I reached up to pull the headphones off, but my arms froze in mid-air. I could move them, but not all the way. They trembled, locked just inches from my ears.

“Don’t fight it, Enjoy it. Just let go.”

A warm shiver spread across my body.

“Feel your hips widen… softer… rounder.”

I gasped as pressure built in my sides. My body stretched, my frame shifting until my hips pressed wider against the bed.

“Now… your chest blossoms.”

Heat rose through me, my shirt tightening as something heavy pulled forward. I could feel the weight, the shape—my chest was no longer flat.

“Your hair flows longer… silky, beautiful.”

Strands brushed against my cheeks, sliding down my neck, covering my shoulders.

“Your voice… higher, softer, sweeter.”

I gasped as pressure built in my sides. My body stretched, my frame shifting until my hips pressed wider against the bed.

I tried to speak, to protest, but what came out was lighter, delicate—nothing like the man’s voice I knew.

The music swelled as the voice grew slower, more deliberate.

And now… your belly grows. Full of life.

You carry something precious.

At first, it was just a flutter, a strange fullness beneath my ribs. My hand pressed against my stomach, feeling a faint roundness that hadn’t been there before. The voice urged me deeper.

“Breathe in… your belly grows heavier.”

“Now… your chest blossoms.”

The pressure built, stretching outwards. The curve pushed against my palm, firmer, undeniable.

“Breathe out… your belly swells larger, complete.”

I gasped as the weight surged forward, my shirt tightening, rising with the impossible dome of a pregnant belly. My hands moved instinctively to cradle it, fingers trembling as they traced the roundness.

Something in my mind shifted with it. The panic dulled, replaced with warmth, a strange protectiveness.

The fear slipped away, and all I could feel was… right.

The voice hummed with approval.

“Yes… this is who you are now. So calm. So complete. Relax into it. Accept it.”

I lay back, breath shallow, hands holding my belly close. The voice echoed inside me, and I couldn’t tell if it was guiding me—or if it had always been there, waiting.