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Charlie, the Origin Story

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CHAPTER 1

It was a harsh day in the desert. The hot winds whipped the sand in to an obscuring fog around the small oasis. Outside the tent a horse whinnied its complaint as its master negotiated with the old man inside.

"Fifteen coin is plenty for this work," Tagecaf said standing over the older Udaga who was fiddling with a crudely sewn hood where he sat on the floor across the small table. "It's not much to look at."

Old Udaba lips cracked to a smile on his wrinkled face. "Ah, but don't let its appearance fool you." He turned the hood over, looking at the rough stitching fondly. "I'm not much of a tailor, that is true, but my true craft, that I know well..." He turned his eyes up to Tagecaf, "Besides, we had agreed on forty-five, you offend me with a mere third of that."

Tagecaf shook his his head and hissed derisively, stroking his beard.

Udaba laughed softly. "Unbelievable. I offer you for sale a magic that could let you steal whatever you most desire..." he shook the hood at Tagecaf, "...and you quibble over what you can make back a thousand-fold in a month."

Tagecaf's eyes gleamed. "If you're so sure of this, why don't you use it yourself?"

Udaba laughed louder this time, "No, no, I'm an old man, I don't have energy, what would I do with money?" He took a more serious look, "Besides, I don't believe in getting something for nothing, I'd rather make my coin by my own work."

"But you have no problem with letting someone else steal with it."

Udaba shrugged, "Not my business what you do with your life, and I need to get paid."

Tagecaf nodded softly and thought for a few minutes while the old man folded the hood up and put it into a small plain box. "Thirty."

Udaba sighed, closing the box up without looking up, "If that is all I can get, so be it."

The price set Tagecaf pulled his coin purse from his robes, which Udaba could tell held well more than the forty-five silver coins he had originally sought, and counted out thirty, checking it again to make sure he had not over paid. He callously threw them on the table before Udaba which he picked up and set into his own coffer before gingerly sliding the box containing the hood across to Tagecaft. "A pleasure doing business with you old man."

"And with you Tagecaf, may Allah watch over you."

Tagecaf sneered and stepped out the tent, wrapping a cloth to cover his face from the wind blasted sand. Once outside he hastened to open the box and threw back the cowl of his his robes, slipping the hood on. It wasn't much to see, a simple cloth hood, black, with two eyes and a slit for a mouth. The fabric was held together with rough string, clumsly done though securely bound. He mounted his horse and turned to look back at the tent. "And now a test..." Concentrating Tagecaf glared at the tent and thought of his payment, which much to his amazement appeared in his hand, wrapped in a bit of linen the old man had wrapped it in. Laughing loudly he spurred his horse and galloped into the desert, "Old fool!"

Inside Udaba heard the laugh over the howl of the wind and non-chalantly opened his small chest, not surprised to find his newly earned silver gone. "Predictable." he whispered. "Know this Tagecaf, no trespass goes unpunished. While you may steal whatever you most desire, I curse you, you will never be able to retain what you take." He shook his head and dismissed the days events, going back to his scrolls. "Now then..." He very carefully unrolled the ancient scroll, titled, 'The Summoning and Binding of Jinn'.

Chapter 2

So Tagecaf with his new hood grew rich. It was a simple matter. All he had to do was think of what it was he wanted, be within a couple of dozen paces, and that simply, what he wanted was his. The magic of the hood was powerful, not only was he able to take it, but his victims never became aware of it's loss. Gold from a merchants coffers, fine jewels plucked from a lady's neck, whatever he wanted was his. He grew fat and lazy, amassing a fortune with little effort which he spent in lavish parties, a decadent palatial home, rich furnishings. He ate the finest foods, drank the finest liquors and took to bed the most beautiful women. All was well untill the day it all vanished inexplicably. All that he had bought or stolen disappeared overnight. His servants left him for lack of money to pay them with, and with his house seized by debtors, he was thrown to the streets. At first he tried to overcome this with his magic hood, but whatever he took was gone by the next day. When things were desperate and he tried falling back on his old trade, he found that over-reliance on his hood had left his skills atrophied. He could not compete with the new rogues in the streets, his face was too familiar to many. He was routinely beaten by the new generation of thugs in the streets for trying to ply his trade in their territory, he could not even pick the pocket of the drunk succesfully, and even lost a hand trying to steal a loaf of bread to eat. He finally met his end when he tried to beg for whatever scraps he could from a crusader who recognized what his missing hand meant and the hood was taken as a souvenir.

The young crusader took the hood back to his native england where he  learned of the hood's power when he turned to banditry after finding his lands had been seized for owed taxes. However, the curse still held and whatever money he managed to steal ended up being lost to the common people around him. Though it did, quite accidentally, work in his favor as the peasants cheered him for inadvertently helping him and secured him a place in legend, he didn't profit from the hood the way he had intended.

The hood continued down through history, changing as time went by to represent whatever headwear was common among rogues of that time. During the days of piracy it became a pirates hat, worn proudly by one who managed to steal the greatest haul of plundered Spanish gold in the Caribbean only to be murdered by his own crew when the vast treasure disappeared from the hold of the ship and he had no explanation. Such was the hood's power that it did not just steal monetary wealth as a cattle baron, to whom the hood was a ten gallon hat, in the days of the Wild West stole land from the natives only to find himself one day surrounded by the very same people who took their revenge on him. In later days the hat was a derby to a man of similar character as the cattle baron who made a huge fortune on wall street, becoming very rich, powerful and famed till the day that everything he had gained vanish, even his name from history, so that he died forgotten though the massive vacuum left precipitated the crash of the stock market one October day. Not long after even a presidential election was lost, so surprising that even the newspapers of the day proclaimed him victor as the truly elected president proudly displayed the mistake from the back of his train for the press.

These are only a handful of cases where the hats terrible curse effected the lives of it's owners adversely. So it went, that discarded and forgotten, the hat found its way to a box of used clothing, at a small flea market, in a small town...

CHAPTER 3

Charlie crouched behind the folding card table crowded with broken knick-knacks and old weather worn board games. She craned her neck to peer between the wrack of old nightgowns and the coat-stand with musty coats to get a better look at her subject.

"Mid-twenties, looks like a soccer mom...probably early third trimester, six or seven months," she mentally noted, brushing aside a strand of her brown hair that had blown to her face. She was looking at a young woman examining some used baby clothes for sale at the next booth. The young woman had a prominent swell at her middle, billowing out the flower patterned blouse nicely. Charlie leaned off to one side trying to line the dipping autumn sun behind the woman to see if she could make out her belly against the back-light though the fabric. Just as she thought she was going to hit pay-dirt a young child came running up to her target, probably her son and started demanding a dollar to buy something, spoiling her view. "Damnit kid, move!" she growled out under her breath as she bobbed back and forth to look around the child.

"Uh hem, excuse me?"

Charlie jumped, nearly knocking the table over.

"Young lady, are you going to buy something or what?" Said the gruff voice of the booth's owner.

With a gulp Charlie turned and smiled nervously, her heart pounding. Such was the danger of her little sighting game, getting spotted. "Um..yeah, I..." She looked around, letting a little cough and clearing her throat to buy some time. Quickly scanning the table she grabbed a black knit wool cap. "Yeah, this hat...my head's cold and stuff."

The proprietor muttered something and scratched his armpits, looking the teen up and down..."A dollar."

Charlie didn't haggle and dug a wrinkled bill from her pocket, slapping it on the table. She mumbled her thanks as the man just huffed and quickly walked from the booth as her target was making her way down the row of booths away from her. She slipped the cap on as she went, hurrying after the young woman.

Charlie was an odd one, though she never really thought she was. She was obsessed with pregnancy. She frequently would do this, stalking out after a pregnant woman she spotted someplace and staring for hours sometimes. She loved their bellies looked, the round fullness. It wasn't that she was a lesbian, frankly she didn't think about boys either, even though she was almost 17 she just didn't think about that sort of stuff. It was the bellies, she was awed by them, she often imagined what it was like and what it would feel like. She even went so far as to document her sightings in a journal and had an entire box of pregnancy related magazines and movies stashed away in her closet that she would go through on slow days.

Turning the corner she reacquired her prey. She ducked behind a table, pretending through thumb through old vinyl albums while she gazed longly at the woman's belly with a wistful look in her eyes.

"Ooh, I want that so much..." She thought.

Suddenly she felt her weight shift forward. Thinking she got snagged on something she leaned back and felt a pain as her stomach hit the edge of the table. "Ow!" she exclaimed sharply and brought her hand to her middle, impacting with something. Her mouth fell open as she looked down, her sweater stretched out roundly as her hand lay numbly atop her suddenly rounded belly. She felt her head swim and looked up where the woman she had been admiring stood looking at her along with a couple of other people alerted by her yelp, her blouse flapping loosely over her flat middle in the wind. Feeling disoriented she ducked down further on the table and pressed against her middle, panicked and confused that people would see her. "Go away!" she hissed, and as suddenly as it was there everything was back to normal. Her vision was still whirling from the strange experience and she let out a small, strangled laugh, "Um...sorry, heh, bit my tongue..." People went back to what they were doing, a few smiling and shaking their head at the silly, odd girl.

She stayed semi-hidden for a moment and checked her middle again. Flat like it should be.

She looked at the woman, picking through some porcelain figurines, one hand resting on her gravid middle. "My, aren't you active today?" she cooed as she rubbed a spot on her belly.

Charlie shook her head and stood, walking away in a daze. Had she imagined that? "It was certainly vivid." she thought, her hand on her middle. She felt it tingle, there was a ghostly sensation of fluttering inside. She smiled as she picked up the pace, seeing the time. "That was definitely cool though." she said out loud as she broke to a run to get home for dinner.

CHAPTER 4

Charlie bolted through the front door, racing through the living rooms for the stairs. Her mother was in the kitchen and by the smell of it was almost finished with dinner. "No running in the house Charlie." she chided.

Charlie slowed to a half jog with skips in between, "Momma, weirdest thing happened at the flea market, for a second there I thought I was pregnant!" she called out, hurtling up the stairs.

"That's nice dear, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

"K!"

She raced up the stairs and to her room, closing and locking the door. Shaking her mouse to bring her computer out of sleep mode she turned the camera mounted on the top of the monitor to herself and checked to make sure she was in focus. She tossed the hat off and straightened her brown tresses and after clearing her throat, hit record. "Video Diary of Charlie Powers, Oct 16, Saturday...Hi! I went to the flea market for sightings today, it was somewhat chilly but sunny, good weather. Not much to report on, however, one really cool thing happened. I was following this SM, early twenties, reddish hair, bit below the shoulders, fair skin with some freckles, good shape," she rattled off for her records, "Not very impressive, she had a good start of a belly which could have been bigger..." which was something she frequently appended on all her sightings, "...but the weird thing is I had this real vivid day dream that suddenly I was the one that was pregnant." She sighed with a smile, looking off to the ceiling. "My belly was about out to here," she panomined for the camera, " and it was only for a second, but I swear it felt so real! I could have sworn I felt something kic..."

She was interrupted as her mother called her down, "Dinner's ready dear!"

Feeling hungry, she went running out of her room.

She gobbled her dinner quickly, her head still abuzz from earlier as her mother and father chatted about the day, family and all the other routine things in their pleasant little lives. Finishing her dish, Charlie asked to be pardoned from the table.

"Oh, Charlie, could you do me a favor and take some dinner over next door to Mrs. Robbin?" Her mother asked between bites of pork chop. "The poor dear's husband is out of town on business, thought it be nice for her not to have to cook with the baby due soon and all."

"Yah! K!" Charlie answered excitedly. Any excuse to go over to Mrs. Robbin's was welcome. Like her mother had said, Mrs. Robbin was due in a couple of weeks and looked it. It was the Robbins' first child and Charlie often watched from her window upstairs as she grew during the summer but hadn't been able to see much of her now with the weather turning cool despite writing out a schedule of when mail arrived, what days and times she was likely to go for groceries, or any other time she might come out in hope to get a glimpse.

"And wear a coat Charlie, it's starting to get cool out there." Her father added as Charlie was nearly out the door. Charlie about-faced and raced up the stairs to grab a jacket and her new-old cap, pulling it on her head. She was almost out the door when her mother added, "Charlie, the food?" Charlie again wheeled around and dashed into the kitchen, grabbing a couple of prepared Tupperware containers of food and racing out the door

Her father chuckled, "Heh heh, so hyper and full of life."

Her mother added, laughing softly, "And seems more so every day."

Charlie tore across the yard, hopping over the fence gate separating their yards and screeching to a halt at the front door of the Robbins, her breath huffing out white clouds in the cool air as she rang the doorbell. Mrs. Robbin opened the door, smiling at Charlie warmly. "Well hi Charlie, how are you?"

"I'm good Mrs. Robbin, how are you doing?" Charlie bent over panting for breath, though really just exaggerating in order to get a nearer look at Mrs. Robbin's swollen middle. It pressed out from the red sweater she wore, swelling roundly only a foot from Charlie's face. The stitching was stretched because of it, clearly this was one of Mrs. Robbin's pre-pregnancy sweaters marvelously pressed into service and barely containing the size of the belly bravely.

"You poor dear, you didn't have to run." Mrs. Robbin said with some concern, rubbing Charlie's back and bringing her belly that much closer to Charlie.

"Didn't...want...food...to get...cold." Charlie said, smile growing on her face as Mrs. Robbins belly was brought inches from her nose.

That made Mrs. Robbin laugh, but unfortunately she took a couple steps back so Charlie straighten out wishing that could have gone on a few more minutes, or days. Covering her mouth Mrs. Robbin stifled her laugh, "I'm sorry Charlie, I'm not laughing at you. You're such a sweet kid." She lay her hand on her belly, stroking it gently. "I just hope I have a baby that's half as nice as you."

Charlie beamed and blushing a little. "Aw, thanks Mrs. Robbin. Mr. Robbin is away on business?"

Mrs. Robbin pouted, "Yes, till Monday unfortunately. Got the whole house to myself."

Charlie smiled brightly and jumped up, seeing an opportunity for some close up time, "I could keep you company, we can watch a movie or something?"

"You are just such a sweet kid!" Mrs. Robbin said smiling, her eyes almost watering up. "It's okay though, you run home and thank your mom for the food." She started to turn to go inside and stopped, turning back towards Charlie and presenting her with a very good profile view of her belly as she patted the top. "You know, you are just a phenomenal young woman, I really, really do want to have a little girl just like you."

As Mrs. Robbin closed the door, Charlie's smile turned to a sad little frown and her shoulder's slumped, "And I really, really want that belly." Charlie let out an oomph as her belly suddenly surged out, pulling her sweater tight and throwing her jacket open. Her eye's went wide as saucers as she looked down then shot up as she saw Mrs. Robbin through the window on the way to her kitchen, the formerly pregnant woman's belly flat as a board.

"Eep!" Charlie let out and dashed across the yard as quickly as her suddenly pregnant body would let her in a blind panic. She barely managed to stop herself from trying to jump the fence and fumbled with the latch of the door before running inside and half falling up the stairs to get to the sanctity of her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it, throwing her back against it and bracing it as if a pack of wolves were chasing her and were going to knock the door down. She looked back down to herself slowly to see if the belly was still there and managed to choke down a small shriek when she confirmed it's continued presence, pushing in and out as she gasped to catch her breath. "Mrs. Robbin!" she though and ran across the room to her window and tossing the curtains open then cinching them shut again so there was only a crack to hide her belly from anyone who might be looking in through her window.. She peeked out across the yard to the Robbin's...nothing was happening. She was sure that any second now Mrs. Robbin would come out screaming when she noticed her baby was missing, from in utero no less. But nothing happened. She was just catching her breath and looked down a third time to see if it was real when there was a knock on her door that made her jump so badly that she nearly tore the curtains down. "GAH WHAT!?!"

"Charlie...Charlie? Open the door honey, are you okay?" It was her mom.

"Umm..." she looked down at her middle and then around the room, trying to figure out how she could hide this.

"Charlie! Open this door right now!" her mother demanded, sound of concern creeping into her voice.

Charlie felt a twinge as her middle as it's occupant kicked, "Oh god, go away!" and as suddenly as she thought it her sweater slumped flat, causing her to stumble as her center of gravity shifted back to normal suddenly. She gaped for a moment then was shook out of it as her mother knocked again more insistently. Jumping to the door she fumbled for the lock and swung the door open. "Yeah momma?"

Her mother eyed her suspiciously, looking her up and down. "Why's your face so red?"

"I ran..."

"Why'd you take so long getting the door open?" She looked around the room, trying to see if there was a hint at what had happened.

"My foot...got caught on...my...um...sweater..." Charlie stumbled out.

Her mom looked at her quizzically "Uh huh...anyway, did you get the food to Mrs. Robbin?"

Charlie blew out a breath of relief, "Yes, she says thanks."

Her mother nodded and smiled, "Okay, good." and with that walked away.

Charlie closed the door and slumped to the floor, blowing strands of hair out of her face. "That was close..." Or was it? Had anything really happened? She pulled up her sweater and looked down at her belly. Disappointingly flat as usual, no signs of anything odd having happened. Her sweater was a bit stretched, though that wasn't unusual as she was in the habit of occasionally stuffing it with bed covers to simulate pregnancy which she sometimes recorded on her camera...the webcam! She looked over and saw the light was on, she had forgotten to turn it off when she was recording her dairy. She had learned to leave the camera set to only record if there had been movement detected in front of it to save hard drive space from all the times she had left it running when she became distracted with something else.

She saved the file and started it playing, "Video Diary of Charlie Powers, Oct 16, Satu..." she fast forwarded through her introduction and watched herself rapidly go through the day's events till she saw herself leave the camera for dinner. The video was just an empty room for the next five minutes then suddenly jump to action as she saw a blur go running by. Pausing and rewinding by frame her heart was pounding. She saw what she was looking for and fell back in her seat in awe. Pixelated from the rapid movement but clear enough, she stared at frame 6:27 long enough for her screensaver to come up. She stared at the mouse and with a trembling hand she shook it, bringing the screen back up. Quite obviously, unless she had gone completely cuckoo, Charlie looked at herself in mid run, very much pregnant indeed. Her face was expressionless. She held her breath, unable to think. Then a smile started forming and a giggle bubbled up. The giggling started building and soon she was laughing hysterically and started the video playing again, pausing it again as she reentered the scene and stood looking to the door where her mom had been demanding entrance, her belly obviously bulging out with a hand resting on it.

Charlie stood up and started jumping around excitedly, "WOOHOO!!! ZOMG!!" She did a little dance and then shot back down in her seat to run the video again just to make sure. She was certain, it really had happened, it must have  or her mind had completely snapped. "Either way, cool!"

But how? She thought back. She had been over at Mrs. Robbin and wished she had her belly and she did. "Mrs. Robbin!" she nearly shouted. She felt a cold dagger in the pit of her stomach, "Oh god, is she alright?" She remembered wishing it away and it was gone, what if it didn't go back to where it came from?

Running back across the yard she jumped the fence, though she had left the gate open from before. She took a deep breath at the door and knocked. After a minute Mrs. Robbin opened the door. "Oh hello Charlie."

Charlie felt a wave of relief. Mrs. Robbin was pregnant again and didn't look any worse for wear. She stared at her middle longer than she should have.

"Um...is there something you want Charlie?"

"Yes," she said dreamily but snapped out of it, "Yes, sorry...Um...are you okay?"

Mrs. Robbin looked at her curiously. "Well...yes? Why do you ask?"

Charlie smiled and scrambled for what to say. "Oh, I uh, heard a scream..." Mrs. Robbin gave her a weird look, "A thud or something...noise, some noise...from over here...nothing weird happened?"

Mrs. Robbin shook her head slowly, "No..nothing weird..."

Charlie couldn't help herself, she reached out and gently poked Mrs. Robbin's middle to make sure it was really there, which made Mrs. Robbin give her an even odder look. It was solid, slightly gave under pressure, then realizing what she did Charlie pulled her hand back. "Sorry."

Mrs. Robbin smiled, "You're so funny, you're worse than my husband calling up four times a day to make sure I'm alright." She ruffled Charlie's head. "Thanks for checking in on me, I'm fine, really." with that she turned and closed the door.

As the door closed Charlie had to test it. Clinching her eyes shut she balled up her fist and concentrating. "Give me her belly!" Nothing happened. "I want her belly! I want the belly, I want that belly!" no matter what she did nothing happened, she kept looking down and her belly was still flat. Thinking back she remembered what she said. "I really, really want that belly!" Still her non-pregnant belly taunted her. "And I really, really want that belly?" She tried half hoping, but it didn't work. Dejected she lowered her head and shuffled back home, going up to her room.

CHAPTER 5

She lay on her bed, alternating between looking at the ceiling and using her computer's remote to rewind the video and play through the last minute or two of the video. "It had happened, I'm sure of it..." but when she tried it again it didn't work. Thinking back to flea market, she was now sure it wasn't just an idle day dream. She remembered wanting that woman's pregnant belly, which she ended up getting, only to dismiss it back when she panicked just like as what had happened with Mrs. Robbin's. "Maybe I could only do it twice and I squandered it." That made her horribly sad. "No, that's stupid, why would it only work twice out of nowhere...It should work at least three times." That seemed logical to her. "Or maybe it only works once per person..." that made more sense. "Alright, so that's not bad, even if only once per person..." It would take a little more work but she knew plenty of places where to find more targets. Feeling better, she swung her legs off the bed to go get her day planner to decide where to go tomorrow and stepped on something. Looking down she saw her cap where it had been thrown to the floor when she had come running in before. "THE HAT!!!" she yelled.

It made sense! The first time it had happened, she had just bought the cap and put it on! The second time she was wearing the cap when she delivered the food to Mrs. Robbin! But when she went the third time..."I forgot to put on the hat!" Now with resurging optimism she quickly slapped the cap on and rushed to Mrs. Robbin's house for the third time.

Mrs. Robbin had just finished eating and cleaning her dishes, including the Tupperware which she planned on returning tomorrow. "Or more than likely Charlie would come get it." she chuckled. She had noticed how much Charlie stared at her, or more like her belly. It was obvious to her that the kid was fascinated by her pregnancy. "I suppose that's not too abnormal for a girl her age." She remembered that growing she couldn't wait to be a mother herself, it might be that she's the first woman Charlie had seen go through all the stages of pregnancy and probably had a ton of questions to ask, but she had a feeling Charlie was still a little girl at heart even if she was a young woman and couldn't bring herself to ask. "I bet she'll probably be a great babysitter, what do you think?" She addressed down to her unborn baby who kicked as if to respond. "Yes, I bet you'll love Charlie taking care of you." The door knocked and she wondered who it was. Swinging the door open was Charlie, yet again, with a bizarrely huge smile on her face. "Hello Charlie, again. I promise nothing bad has happened to me in the last half hour."

Charlie laughed, maybe too hard it seemed, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're funny Mrs. R...no, I was just dropping by to see if you wanted me to take that Tupperware back for you?"

Mrs. Robbin was a bit surprised. "Well I could have taken that back in the mornin..."

Charlie wove a hand and walked in, "No no, not in your condition, you should rest, I'll just go ahead and get that for you." She skipped into the kitchen then came back with Tupperware under her arm. "Whew, I don't know about you, but I sure am tired!" She yawned dramatically, looking at Mrs. Robbin's middle out of the corner of her eyes. "Yup yup, guess I should be off." Charlie headed out the door, a bewildered Mrs. Robbin still holding it open. "Tata, chao!"

Mrs. Robbin closed door, "'Mrs. R'?" As she walked away her belly suddenly collapsed in, going flat. "What a strange kid..." she said, noting that she felt lighter on her feet and less tired than she had in a while, though she couldn't put her finger on why...

Charlie scampered across the yard back to her own house giggling the entire way as she cradled her freshly reswollen belly. "Itworkeditworkeditworked!!!" she cheered, lovingly hugging her middle to herself. It was a dream come true! She hurried inside her mind racing a mile a minute on plans to make sure to take pictures, video and perhaps even try out some different clothes she'd used for her fantasy, but inside of rolled up towels and bed spreads, round with the real thing.

"Ehem!"

Charlie cringed and froze halfway from the door to the stairs leading up to her room. She turned her back to her mother voice, who was standing on the opposite side of the living room from her masked in the dark. She hoped that that same dark would hide her condition.

"What do you think you're doing?" her mom sternly asked.

"Nuttin'..." Charlie answered back turned to her mom as she tried to withdraw on herself.

"Nothing, and where were you...Charlie turn around and look at me when I'm talking to you."

Slowly, waiting for the screams of horror to begin, Charlie turned around, her belly jutting out from her open jacket as she stared down and slumped her shoulders.

"Better, so what were you doing out...Charlie, where did you get that?" It was an odd questioning tone, not at all like she had expected from her mom seeing what she looked like. Charlie only managed to mumble a response under her breath.

"Well just make sure you wash it thoroughly, it looks pretty well used." Charlie's head popped with a daffy look. "I thought I saw it early, I was going to say something then."

Charlie couldn't find words to say. "OH, the hat!" She pointed up at it. "Yeah, bought it at the flea market, my head was cold..." did her mother really not notice that her teenage daughter had become suddenly pregnant in a matter of an hour? To test, she leaned back so that her belly was showing well, even moving out of the shadows. "I think it fits me well," she added with a wry smile, putting her hand atop her borrowed belly.

"Well whatever, I'd rather you wash it well, don't know who owned that last. What were you doing outside at this time of night?"

Charlie thought for a second then brandished the Tupperware. "Oh, just getting this back for you momma."

"Well that could have waited till tomorrow." Her mother's expression had softened. "Head up to bed, it's getting late. Don't stay up too long."

Charlie nodded and headed to the kitchen to drop off the Tupperware. "Okay momma, I will!" she told her mother as her mom went back to  her own room. Doubly excited now she hurried into her room. She flipped her camera on and started a new file. "Video Dairy of Charlie Powers, October 16, still Saturday, appendum." she rolled her chair back lifted her sweater up to displayed her pregnant belly proudly, turning from side to side to get a shot from all angles. This was the first moment she had to thoroughly examine herself. Her belly swelled out neatly from her middle, it was smooth without any stretch marks or other blemishes. Her bellybutton was flattened smoothly at the forward-most point and the skin was tightly pulled across the surface. She could make out some faint blue veins webbing across the surface, just barely visible. She she looked at it lovingly she felt a kick and saw a curve on the left side push out briefly. She giggled hysterically and wrapped her arms around her belly, pressing it against her. Sitting back in the chair, sweater still lifted up to expose her newly acquired belly for the video and to run her fingers over the delicate surface giving her delightfully ticklish sensations she continued to the camera. "Super awesome mega news..."

CHAPTER 6

Charlie lay on her bed. She couldn't get the smile off her face as she lay with one hand behind her head and the other resting atop her pregnant tummy. She reviewed in her mind what she had rattled off on the video. "So the hat lets me take someone's pregnant belly, I can make it go back," not that she had the intention of doing that anytime soon, "And no one notices, not the person I take it from and not anyone who sees me and knows that I'm not pregnant." She was still wearing the hat, afraid that if she took it off her belly would disappear. She was pretty sure it wouldn't being that when she had first come in with the belly and her mother was trying to come in her room. She had dropped the hat as soon as she had came in and her belly didn't disappear until she willed it too. Hesitantly she decided she needed to test it so after a few false starts she pulled the hat off clenching her eyes shut. She waited a moment and peeked her eye open, relieved to still see herself pregnant. She curled up her legs and wrapped herself around her middle as best she could, rubbing it happily. "If you're still here in the morning, you can go home, in the meantime you're mine." On that thought, she decided to leave the video on when she went to sleep to see what happened when she fell asleep.

Hours later in the dead of night, Charlie's deep peaceful sleep momentarily stirred as her belly slowly deflated down. Grasping for it still asleep she tossed in her sleep unhappily muttering, "Need....more...belly...."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Robbin was sleeping blissfully belly down for the first time in what seemed months. Asleep she mused about how this had been the first good nights sleep she'd had till she started feeling discomfort and rolled over, her belly already swelling back to its normal pregnant state and popping the buttons off her husband's dress shirt she had decided to wear, wondering why she hadn't in so long, especially as it comforted her when he was gone. Now grown back to its full side it pressed out from the shirt, it's occupant kicking twice. "Yeah yeah, hello to you too." Mrs. Robbin said in her sleep as she struggled futilely to find comfort again. "And you had been so quiet I practically forgot you were there..."

EPILOGUE

Charlie woke up in the morning, blinking against the morning light. She lay still in bed debating sleeping in when she remembered the night before. Shooting up to a sitting position she lifted her pajama top and looked at her belly. "Rats..." Had it actually happened? She reached over to her nightstand and turned on her digital camera, flipping through the memory. She smiled and giggled lightly as she went through dozens of pictures of herself very much pregnant going through everything in her closet in a myriad of different poses. She looked over where she had placed the hat on the pillow beside her and swept it up, hugging it against her face fondly. "You're my new bestest friend evah!" She sprung from bed, quickly showered and planned out her day. "Yes, last night was fun, but today..." she spoke from the shower to the plain black wool cap, sitting by the sink as she turned off the water and reached for a towel. "But today my friend, I have big plans..." She tucked the towel around herself and looked in the mirror. Turning sideways she mimed having a very huge pregnant belly. "Very, very BIG plans..."
Well, this has been a story long time coming. Features an original character, Charlie Powers. Olympic-Dames had made a few sketches of her which I don't remember if she posted any of at her site [link]. Originally she was going to be featured as a reoccuring charcter in her self titled comic but it was decided to make Charlie her own thing so I decided to post it on my own site as she doesn't exist in the official KBverse of Olympic Dames.

This was originally going to be longer but decided to break it up into two seperate short stories to not make it such a lengthy read and to give myself a headstart on the next one.

Enjoy the silliness!
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