(same anon as the doctor's visit ending in cement...the writing bug returned)
not exactly sure where this one came from...but it too got a bit away from me.
So these guys are drunk and playing truth/dare, and one fo the guys gets dared to go and fuck the fertility statue that is in their local temple. Women come from near and far to allow the stone cock of the statue to do it's magic and grant them a child.
The guy who's dared is new to town, and not particularly well liked. He's boastful and prideful and cruel; he doesn't respect his new home all that much, and certainly hasn't gone to a impregnation ceremony.
And so instead of taking the out and just doing a truth, he laughs because "i don't have a womb! what's it going to impregnate???" and rushes into the temple coartyard, standing before the statue
He shucks off his pants and one of the other guys hand him some lube. The statue is designed for people to easily be fucked by it, with steps and handholds and so before long the guy is stretched and on the literally rock-hard prick. It's not long before he's moaning and crying out with ecstasy as undiluted fertility magic pours into him, literally filling him with golden light. It's not long before his whole body is glowing, the god's power lighting up the back of his throat.
Though he doesn't notice it, because the pleasure is so much that he can barely remember which way is up, his body is swelling. His tummy, turning tight, just as it would any woman atop the statue would. It's not until he looses his grip and slumps against the cold carved face that he feels the difference of his body.
With a scream he nearly topples backwards, but is caught by some of the monks of the temple, who are rarely seen outside of the temple. They help him off as he begins to cry out in horror of what's been done to his body. The group of guys he'd been drinking have melted into the shadows, watching, but he doesn't know that. for them, this is a sacred thing to experience.
A monk wraps a cloak around the guy, and holds his shoulder despite the attempts to break away, all the while yelling "what the fuck? what the fuck?"
The monk calmy goes on to explain that since he is not a woman, since there is no womb, that the godly energy created on. However the energy did not create anything other than the womb, meaning that the baby is just there, forever. Continuing to explain, the monk congratulates the guy on pledging himself to the monks order. As the guy is shepherded towards the door of the temple, he realizes that all of the monks are heavily pregnant.
"since one day our god will need to return to the world of man, and he will need a vessel to do this. and one of us will be chosen to bare the vessel into life. until then, we are the vessels for these potential gods. it is a glorious duty, one that meant we were allowed to experience the power of our god flow through us. do not fear brother, you will understand it too someday. your willingness to sacrifice is commendable!"
another monk sends for a currier to fetch the guy's worldly possessions to be brought to the temple, but the guy cries out that he doesn't wish to join the order.
the monks nod, all patting his arms and shoulders, telling him that they understand, and they will be here to welcome him when he returns. the guy is left alone then, shaking and pregnant, as the crowd of monks filter back in. one pauses, and kindly tells the guy that there is no hope of getting rid of the child. it is a godling, a being of true light. there are no doctors or mages or witches capable of ridding him of it. "when you are done with your wandering, return here. you will be happy."
and so this guy leans against the statue for support unsure of what to do next
he won't realize for many years, after many attempts to save himself from this 'blessing' that there is nothing he can do. he'll remember that fateful night when he fled from town as he returns to it once more, and is welcomed into the temple with open arms, to live out the rest of his days amongst a legion of other men who's belly matches his.
Aww poor guy hehe. What if he gets chosen by the gods to be the one to carry the holy vessel... after years of getting use to his pregnant belly, it suddenly starts to grow again, and what use to be a normal sized 9 month belly is now swelling to the size of twins, then triplets, quads, until he's struggling to carry a nearly 50 pound belly. The other monks rejoice and congratulate him on being chosen, but he's absolutely terrified of his massively engorged tummy. He watches in horror as it pulses and writhes against his taut skin, not wanting to think about what will happen when it's time for the god to be born...
