I haven't posted one of my stories here in a while but I figured this would be a good one to put up. Big inspiration from this photo: http://i.imgur.com/Ygn0BC1.jpg
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I took a deep breath and took a big step to get onto the hill and continue my journey. The deeper into the forest, the more canopy coverage I got, and thus, the cooler it got. But I was still getting awfully sweaty.
After wiping my forehead, I put down my bag and flipped through the information I'd been given. Honestly, I didn't know why they gave me this job in the first place. I was a graduate student who was supposed to be helping with research out here but instead I was asked to try and find another researcher who went missing in the area. The explanation they gave for my selection was my thesis on non-verbal communication between cultures so I guess they figured if she'd run into any local groups that weren't accustomed to us, I could negotiate something. And they only sent one person because they thought a group might raise tensions.
I looked over her file. Jennifer Clarmont, PhD in anthropology with a focus on matriarchy and women in global cultures. There was a small list of research papers she'd put out included: Childbirth Rituals in Southern Cultures, Pregnancy and Leadership in Tribal Matriarchy, Pregnancy and Superstition Across Societies. They all read something like that. I made a mental note to go over some of those papers on my own when I got back. It wasn't my area of study in sociology, but I always found pregnancy fascinating...probably because I also had a more-than-sizeable pregnancy fetish.
Speaking of which, the attached photo of Dr. Clarmont certainly encouraged me to keep going forward. Don't get me wrong: I'd still be out here, trying to find her even if she looked like the Phantom of the Opera! But based on this picture, she was a real cutie. Jennifer Clarmont had long, feathery blond hair, big round cheeks, sparkling green eyes, smooth skin, and a heart-melting smile. She was a few years older than me but there's nothing wrong with that.
The file confirmed that I was around the area she was last headed so at least I knew I wasn't going off in totally the wrong direction. But the file still brought up some questions. For one thing, everything the other scientists knew about this area suggested there wouldn't be anyone here for her to see and study. There weren't any rivers, it wasn't a particularly dense area in terms of animal population, and the trees didn't make for very good lumber. There was no record of any tribes here, isolated or not, and there wasn't any sort of military actions for hundreds of miles.
But if this is where she went, then this is where I was going to look for her. I put the file back and continued on my way, going deeper and deeper into the woods. I groaned and drank some water after a while, looking up through the treetops. I started early to make sure I wouldn't be stuck out here at night, but now that it was noon and the sun was beating down on me, I felt a twinge of regret for my choice. I sighed and stopped to look around.
"This place is so weird," I said to myself, shaking my head. "It looks like Dr. Clarmont managed to find the one place on Earth without any sign of human contact. It's...peaceful, in its own way."
"I think so too," a giggling voice said. I turned quickly to see a woman crouching nearby, a light smile on her face as she watched me. "This part of the forest is a walk but it's worth it to come here and enjoy the silence."
"W-who are you?" I stammered, looking her over. Going just off of first impressions, I didn't think she was part of the research team. The woman had light brown skin, long black hair with what looks like bits of sap in it, and a very noticeable pregnant belly. It swelled out proudly from the rest of her body and her tight skin glowed in the sunlight. I could see her belly because she had practically nothing on to cover the rest of her body. As she stood up, I could see all she had on was a loose top made out of some kind of animal hide that concealed her hefty breasts and a short skirt made out of some kind of dyed cloth. She also had on what looked like moccasins on her feet and a necklace made with what looked like rocks and bones.
"I'm Mara," she smiled, waddling through the grass over to me, a long stick in her hand with the edge whittled to a point. When I noticed that, I tensed up.
"Have you been...watching me this whole time?"
"Watching, following," Mara giggled again. She was even more adorable when she laughed but I didn't want to drop my guard. "What's your name?"
"Eric," I said, my arms trembling. "Are you going to attack me?"
Mara looked confused until she gazed back at her stick. "Oh! No, you're safe. I just take this with me as a precaution, though when I saw you, I did want to make sure you weren't a threat."
"So...you would have attacked me?" I gulped.
"I don't know," Mara said, crossing her arms and sighing as her eyes flicked around. "I've never attacked someone before. I suppose if it was to save the rest of the tribe I may have."
I felt my heart racing and wished Dr. Clarmont had a paper on "What to do when a tribal pregnant woman may be on the verge of killing you with a spear." And that he'd then read that paper. "S-so...how did you know I wasn't a threat?"
"You said Jennifer's name!" Mara laughed, her sweet voice echoing out in the empty forest. "So I knew you had to be a friend." Her laughter died down and her eyes narrowed. "Besides, I have a feeling about you."
I let out a sigh, internally thanking myself for picking up the habit of talking to myself out loud. "And y-you're from a nearby tribe?" In my head, I thought that had to be impossible and I was filled with questions. But one came to the front. "How do you speak my language?"
"Jennifer taught us," Mara said, putting down her spear as she looked over my body.
"She...she did? Has she been meeting with you for long?"
"No. We're fast learners," Mara said, getting closer to me. "Are you...a male?"
I laughed nervously. "Yes, I'm male. Do you not h-" Before I could finish my response, Mara's hand reached between my legs and cupped my genitals. "W-whoa!" I sputtered, stepping back a few paces.
"I apologize!" Mara said, holding her hand to her chest. "Jennifer said there were some differences between ourselves and other cultures. There are no...barriers between us when it comes to our bodies."
"You...uh...what?" I said, breathing quickly.
"When we want to touch one another, we do so," Mara smiled, lowering her hand from her bosom to her belly, rubbing it slowly up and down. "We know there is no hatred between any of us so there is no reason to be apprehensive."
"If you want to touch...you just do it?" I said. "Even if it's...sexual?"
Mara giggled. "Like I said, we know there's no ill intent behind any of it."
The possibilities began to flood into my head. "In that case, I apologize for my rudeness. I always try to go along with other cultures."
"Then, I may?" Mara said, reaching her hand out again.
"Go ahead," I said, putting my own hand on Mara's belly. I shuddered a bit when I made contact. Despite my pregnancy fetish, I'd never gotten to feel another woman's pregnant belly, at least not that I remember. And Mara's was excellent: big, round, firm, warm. I rubbed it gently as Mara moved her palm around between my legs. Her actions weren't...sexual at all. It felt like a doctor's exam if anything. I half expected her to ask me to turn and cough.
"Wow," Mara said, looking up at my eyes. I blushed at her response. I mean, I always thought it was a decent size, but I never got "wow" before. "So that's what it feels like."
"Y-yeah," I said, understanding her surprise a little better now. "You didn't know?"
"No," Mara said. "And the hanging parts...don't they get in the way?"
"N-not really," I said, raising an eyebrow. Had she never even seen male genitalia before? Then how did she end up with that big belly? I could definitely feel a flutter of movement inside when I rubbed so she was pregnant. "Do you not have men where you come from?"
Mara smiled. "Maybe you'd better come see for yourself." She took one of my hands and began pulling me toward her while she picked up her spear. I followed Mara through the forest, giving her belly and even her breasts cautious strokes every now and then, just to see if this cultural lack of personal space was real or not. And each time, it didn't seem to bother Mara. If anything, it made her giggle a little.
"You make it sound so strange that I've never met a male but the way you're acting, you'd think there was no pregnancy where you were from," Mara said.
"Oh, there is," I said, moving my hand away from her round middle quickly. "It's just that I've never had a chance to feel a pregnant belly before."
"Then don't be shy. It's important to be curious," Mara grinned, taking my hands and putting them back on her belly. "But," she whispered, sliding one of my hands up to cup her breasts, "I'm not pregnant up here so I don't think that was just for curiosity." Her smile grew a little and she turned her head back to the course in front of us and we continued walking.
After what felt like 20 or 30 minutes, I could see the land start to dip down and on the lower ground was lots and lots of huts. It was a full blown Stone Age village. And everyone walking around looked like Mara: sparse clothing, beautiful, and pregnant.
"Mara!" one woman called out, waving from in front of a small wooden work table covered in dyed clothing. I followed Mara down into the village, feeling the eyes of all the women on me as we moved through them, to the woman who called out. She smiled at Mara without saying anything and turned to me. "And who do we have here?"
"E-Eric," I said, placing one hand on the woman's belly and rubbing gently. I don't know if, subconsciously, my study of inter-cultural communication told me that would be the best way to greet her or if I just wanted to feel another pregnant stomach. Either way, it seemed to work because the other woman smiled widely and touched one hand to my chest while the other rubbed her maternal flesh next to my hand. She truly resembled Mara, with the same soft brown eyes, high cheeks, and smile. "Is this your sister, Mara?"
"No, this is my mother, Zya," Mara beamed. I could feel my eyes grow wide in shock as I looked between the two of them. I could believe Zya was at most five years older than Mara. But her mother? "Yes, Jennifer was surprised at first too."
"Jennifer, I mean. Dr. Clarmont is here?" I said, turning back to Mara. "I should go meet her."
"You will," Zya smiled, pulling me close and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "All in good time."
"Zya," Mara laughed, waddling over and running her hands over her mother's belly. "Eric isn't as used to our physical comfort as he may show."
"N-no, I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat with a big, dopey smile on my face. "Your mother has very soft lips."
"I'm told I take after her," Mara smiled, taking my hand. "But we should keep walking. Like Zya said, you have to meet Jennifer at some point."
I looked around the village some more as we walked forward. Every woman, at one point or another, was staring at me. Many women were whispering and giggling to one another as I passed by. As I got to see more of them up close, I could tell that there was a good deal of diversity among them than I first thought. There were many different hair and eye colors and some women wore markedly different clothing than Mara. One woman, a taller pregnant beauty with a shaved head, had her breasts bound in a long white cloth and wore a small loincloth pelt around her wide hips, which I appreciated when she turned around and I could see her plump rear. Seeing her rear got me a little curious and I reached up to squeeze Mara's ass.
She let out a little squeak and turned to smile at me. "You're beginning to understand things around here, aren't you?"
"I think that's the only part I understand," I laughed. "So everyone's really pregnant here?"
"Yes," Mara laughed loudly. "You sound so much like Jennifer when she first found us. But if it makes things more easy to understand for you, not all of us are pregnant in the same way."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Mara stopped and pointed to a small group of women tending to a large pot over a flame.
"You see how some of them have bellies like mine and some of them are much bigger?" She was right. Throughout the village I'd seen women with wonderfully large pregnant stomachs that out-shined Mara's own curve. Zya, too, had a belly that was nearly double the size of her daughter's. "The larger women got pregnant during the last Moment, while women like me got pregnant at the Ceremony."
I didn't know which one to ask about first. "So...how exactly did you get pregnant?"
"Drinking the ceremonial nectar," Mara smiled liked I was a toddler asking a cutely naive question. "Ah, we're here." I looked up and saw that Mara had stopped in front of a much larger hut. "You can get some more answers inside, Eric."
We pushed past the large hide flap covering the door and inside were two women with the biggest smiles you could imagine on their faces. "You must be Eric," the woman on the left said.
"Word travels fast," I said with a little chuckle.
"It does here," the woman on the right laughed. They were both gorgeous and, of course, pregnant, with bellies in line with Mara's size. The woman on the left had her light brown hair in a ponytail resting over her shoulder and the woman on the right had short red hair she'd managed to curl somehow. Like Mara, they both had rich brown skin but wore the most ornate clothing of anyone I'd seen in the village. Their tops were a mix of bone, string, and animal skin and their loincloths hung very low with symbols stitched into them.
"I should leave you three," Mara said, stepping back out of the hut.
"Oh no, please stay," the woman on the right said, waddling over to Mara and holding her close. "You were very helpful in all of this by finding Eric here. You've earned the opportunity to stay by his side."
"And will it...happen to me before the others?" Mara said, her eyes lighting up. "I mean, I will miss being pregnant but I'm excited to be a mother myself."
"Then you may be one of the first if that's what you wish," the woman on the left smiled. "But don't worry, you'll get to be pregnant again soon."
"I think I need some more explaining," I choked out a little. "So...you have to wait to give birth? Is that what I'm hearing?"
The three of them laughed softly. "I remember being confused too," the woman on the left said.
"We all have to wait to give birth," Mara smiled, running both of her hands across her big, round belly, stroking the top and bottom. "We've been waiting for 1,000 years." I touched my hand to my head, trying to process what I just heard. "Well, approximately."
"Oh no," the woman on the right said, waddling over to hold me. "Easy now, stay with us. I know it's a lot to take in. But that's what Aia and I are here for."
"They're the village priestesses," Mara said, crouching down on the ground as she looked up at us. "Maybe you should explain it all to him."
"You see, we are not like you," Aia, the brown-haired woman, said as she began to waddle toward me too. "Not fully, at least. This land exists between worlds and every 1,000 years or so, we are able to make contact with your world."
"And the prophecy says, when those 1,000 years pass and we come into your world, we find a male," the woman on the right said. "And then we become with child again and live in our world for another 1,000 years."
"A-and how exactly do you become pregnant again?" I said, having my own suspicions about the answer.
"Is that him?" another woman's voice said. From behind another flap in the back, in waddled a woman I could only recognize as Jennifer Clarmont. Her face resembled her photograph and she still had on clothes from my "world." The only thing different about her is that she sported a large pregnant belly. That sure wasn't in her file.
"You must be Dr. Clarmont," I mumbled, walking over to her and reaching out a hand.
She smiled. "You promised he'd be handsome and you didn't disappoint." She gave me a big hug, pressing her belly and breasts against my torso. "Call me Jennifer. And you are?"
"E-Eric," I said. "You know, up close, you're even more beautiful than your picture."
She raised her eyebrows. "Very forward, aren't we?"
"I-I guess I'm just trying to get into the local customs," I said with a nervous smile. "I'm a sociologist, like you. Well, not exactly like you. I don't have a graduate degree."
"No one'll judge you for that out here," Jennifer smiled, giving me a kiss on the neck. "So, what next?"
"We'll leave you two alone," Aia smiled as she, her fellow priestess, and Mara waddled out of the hut.
"Leave us alone?" I said, turning back to Jennifer. "What's..."
"They didn't tell you?" she purred, taking my hand and walking with me to the room in the back she'd entered from. "There's two parts to the prophecy. A woman from 'Our World' comes before the man and they're linked together."
"This is all so weird," I said, running my hand against my brow again and looking down at it. "I'm...I'm shaking. I'm actually shaking."
"Let me see," Jennifer said in a soft breathy voice. She gingerly held my hand and began kissing my palm with her soft, pink lips. "Feel a little easier?"
"M-maybe," I said. "But I need to relax somehow. It sounds like they want me to deliver everyone's babies."
"I don't think it will work like that," Jennifer said, unbuttoning her shirt. "How much have they told you?"
"You heard it all," I said, my eyes eagerly watching Jennifer's chest as she undressed herself.
"Then I have the pleasure of giving you the good news: the 'prophesied male' has sex with every woman in the village. After they have sex, the woman finally goes into labor and gives birth," she grinned, unzipping her pants and stepping out of them. "And after, he reimpregnates them."
"O-Oh," I said, feeling the tip of my erection start to get very wet.
"I know that gets you more excited than you're revealing," Jennifer whispered, prowling closer to me and rubbing her big, bare belly against my lap. "I have my own theory about this prophecy. I think we're supposed to be two very similar people."
"You think we're alike?" I stammered.
"It says we're linked together. And I see the way you look at pregnant tummies," Jennifer cooed. "I'm guessing you're familiar with my work."
"A-a little," I gulped as Jennifer's hands rubbed all across her round middle.
She giggled. "I'd always told myself I studied pregnancy because of the anthropological interest in women and gender in societies around the world. About the different ways a culture could organize itself around the ideas of masculinity and femininity and whatever else they had. And that was all fascinating to me but...deep down it was because pregnancy turned me on. Not only seeing other women with big bellies but the idea of myself getting swollen with child one day. Feeling my whole body change and get curvier as hormones pumped through me." She brought her face closer and closer to mine. "You feel the same way, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I groaned. "I think pregnant women are the sexiest women on the planet. T-these women most of all."
"Ever fuck a preggo?" Jennifer said, her lips brushing my chin.
"N-no," I said, starting to lose my composure.
"And I've never fucked while pregnant," Jennifer said, stripping off her bra. "Let's go." I pounced on Jennifer and we struggled toward the bed she'd laid out made from straw and blankets. She got on her hands and knees as I pulled down her underwear and penetrated her from behind. We both groaned loudly as we rocked back and forth. My hands traveled down her sides to feel her belly and breasts as much as I could, which she heartily encouraged.
"You're so sexy," I panted. "Ever since I saw your picture, I-"
"Don't talk," Jennifer laughed, her hair swinging back and forth. "We're here now, let's enjoy it!"
In no time, we were both sweaty and grunting. I felt my erection start to get hot and quiver and didn't even try to hold back. I came inside Jennifer and gripped her belly tightly as I climaxed. "Wow."
"Don't get too tired yet," Jennifer panted, sliding off of me. "There's a whole village that's been waiting a long time to...ooh." She clutched her belly as the priestesses and Mara hurried into the room.
"Over here, Jennifer," Aia said, taking one of my lover's shoulders as she bent her knees. "Luca and I have never delivered a baby but I suppose we have as much experience as anyone else."
"I'm sure you'll do a great job," Jennifer panted, taking both their hands as she started to take deep breaths.
"Don't worry about her," Mara said, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around to see her now stark naked with a big smile on her face. "Or do you not want an audience?"
I gulped and turned back to Jennifer to see her nod quickly. "It's the prophecy, Eric. Besides, I want to watch."
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"My sisters, for a millennia, we've served you as priestesses," Aia bellowed as she stood in the middle of the village square. It was nighttime and we were all illuminated by a gigantic fire in the center. All around us were women, currently holding or breastfeeding their new babies. "And now it has come and passed. The new generation of our people is here and the next generation is on its way!"
The square filled with small laughs of agreement as some women touched their hands to their currently flat middles. Not long after I "induced labor" for all of the women, I started the cycle over again with another round of wonderful, hot tumbles. I didn't think a woman could really get pregnant again hours after giving birth but Zya assured me she was already carrying my children. She seemed to have gone through this all before so I trusted her.
"And it's all thanks to the two of prophecy: Jennifer and Eric," Luca said. The women all cheered, their fists pumping up and down.
"Look!" Mara said, her head pointed up at the night sky. "It's happening!" I looked up and saw the stars start to fade. Right before my eyes, they seemed to rearrange themselves into new constellations.
"Yes, we are going back to our world," Aia smiled. "For another 1,000 years."
"Wait, going back?" I whispered to Jennifer. "So...we're stuck here?"
"Stuck?" Jennifer smiled. "You're saying you'd leave if you had the choice?"
I smiled back. "I-I guess not. It'll just be a little weird to be the only guy in a village full of permanently pregnant women for 1,000 years."
"And now, we will close the cycle fully," Luca said, holding up a gourd. "Jennifer, you began all this by drinking the ceremonial wine. Now Eric, you will do the same."
Everyone cheered again and I looked around at everyone's gleeful face. "W-well...sure," I said, walking up to Luca. Aia held out her cupped hands and Luca poured the dark red liquid into them. "And I just drink like this?"
"Go right ahead," Aia giggled. I sighed and bent down, slurping the wine out of her hands.
"W-wow, that's strong," I chuckled. "I already feel kind of tingly...and hot..." I stumbled around a bit and felt my whole body vibrate like when your leg's asleep. My clothes started to feel uncomfortable and I removed my shirt, sticky from sweat. And to my shock, my stomach was starting to swell. As I held my hand to my gut, I felt my chest start to get heavy as well. "Wait, what's going on?"
"What do you think happens when you drink the ceremonial wine?" Mara laughed. "We told you Jennifer drank it when she got here."
"I-I wasn't exactly expecting this either," Jennifer said in a small voice.
I ran my hand up and down my growing stomach in disbelief and slid my hand down near my legs. There was also a lot of tingling going on down there, and as I touched myself, I could no longer feel my usual genitals and instead felt something warm and soft.
"O-Oh my god," I said as I felt the transformation start to die down. "I'm...one of you."
"Don't worry, it was surprising to me too," Aia said with a wink. "But you get used to it very quickly."
"Welcome your new priestesses!" Luca bellowed, motioning to Jennifer and I. "They will be taking their new names, Jen and Eria."
"You make a good pregnant woman," Jennifer, or "Jen," grinned as she traced her hand over my new body.
"I feel pretty good," I smiled. "Though I think you lucked out with the new name."
"I think 'Eria' is cute," Jennifer whispered, kissing me on the lips. "But if you really don't like it, we've got 1,000 years to think up something else."
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I took a deep breath and took a big step to get onto the hill and continue my journey. The deeper into the forest, the more canopy coverage I got, and thus, the cooler it got. But I was still getting awfully sweaty.
After wiping my forehead, I put down my bag and flipped through the information I'd been given. Honestly, I didn't know why they gave me this job in the first place. I was a graduate student who was supposed to be helping with research out here but instead I was asked to try and find another researcher who went missing in the area. The explanation they gave for my selection was my thesis on non-verbal communication between cultures so I guess they figured if she'd run into any local groups that weren't accustomed to us, I could negotiate something. And they only sent one person because they thought a group might raise tensions.
I looked over her file. Jennifer Clarmont, PhD in anthropology with a focus on matriarchy and women in global cultures. There was a small list of research papers she'd put out included: Childbirth Rituals in Southern Cultures, Pregnancy and Leadership in Tribal Matriarchy, Pregnancy and Superstition Across Societies. They all read something like that. I made a mental note to go over some of those papers on my own when I got back. It wasn't my area of study in sociology, but I always found pregnancy fascinating...probably because I also had a more-than-sizeable pregnancy fetish.
Speaking of which, the attached photo of Dr. Clarmont certainly encouraged me to keep going forward. Don't get me wrong: I'd still be out here, trying to find her even if she looked like the Phantom of the Opera! But based on this picture, she was a real cutie. Jennifer Clarmont had long, feathery blond hair, big round cheeks, sparkling green eyes, smooth skin, and a heart-melting smile. She was a few years older than me but there's nothing wrong with that.
The file confirmed that I was around the area she was last headed so at least I knew I wasn't going off in totally the wrong direction. But the file still brought up some questions. For one thing, everything the other scientists knew about this area suggested there wouldn't be anyone here for her to see and study. There weren't any rivers, it wasn't a particularly dense area in terms of animal population, and the trees didn't make for very good lumber. There was no record of any tribes here, isolated or not, and there wasn't any sort of military actions for hundreds of miles.
But if this is where she went, then this is where I was going to look for her. I put the file back and continued on my way, going deeper and deeper into the woods. I groaned and drank some water after a while, looking up through the treetops. I started early to make sure I wouldn't be stuck out here at night, but now that it was noon and the sun was beating down on me, I felt a twinge of regret for my choice. I sighed and stopped to look around.
"This place is so weird," I said to myself, shaking my head. "It looks like Dr. Clarmont managed to find the one place on Earth without any sign of human contact. It's...peaceful, in its own way."
"I think so too," a giggling voice said. I turned quickly to see a woman crouching nearby, a light smile on her face as she watched me. "This part of the forest is a walk but it's worth it to come here and enjoy the silence."
"W-who are you?" I stammered, looking her over. Going just off of first impressions, I didn't think she was part of the research team. The woman had light brown skin, long black hair with what looks like bits of sap in it, and a very noticeable pregnant belly. It swelled out proudly from the rest of her body and her tight skin glowed in the sunlight. I could see her belly because she had practically nothing on to cover the rest of her body. As she stood up, I could see all she had on was a loose top made out of some kind of animal hide that concealed her hefty breasts and a short skirt made out of some kind of dyed cloth. She also had on what looked like moccasins on her feet and a necklace made with what looked like rocks and bones.
"I'm Mara," she smiled, waddling through the grass over to me, a long stick in her hand with the edge whittled to a point. When I noticed that, I tensed up.
"Have you been...watching me this whole time?"
"Watching, following," Mara giggled again. She was even more adorable when she laughed but I didn't want to drop my guard. "What's your name?"
"Eric," I said, my arms trembling. "Are you going to attack me?"
Mara looked confused until she gazed back at her stick. "Oh! No, you're safe. I just take this with me as a precaution, though when I saw you, I did want to make sure you weren't a threat."
"So...you would have attacked me?" I gulped.
"I don't know," Mara said, crossing her arms and sighing as her eyes flicked around. "I've never attacked someone before. I suppose if it was to save the rest of the tribe I may have."
I felt my heart racing and wished Dr. Clarmont had a paper on "What to do when a tribal pregnant woman may be on the verge of killing you with a spear." And that he'd then read that paper. "S-so...how did you know I wasn't a threat?"
"You said Jennifer's name!" Mara laughed, her sweet voice echoing out in the empty forest. "So I knew you had to be a friend." Her laughter died down and her eyes narrowed. "Besides, I have a feeling about you."
I let out a sigh, internally thanking myself for picking up the habit of talking to myself out loud. "And y-you're from a nearby tribe?" In my head, I thought that had to be impossible and I was filled with questions. But one came to the front. "How do you speak my language?"
"Jennifer taught us," Mara said, putting down her spear as she looked over my body.
"She...she did? Has she been meeting with you for long?"
"No. We're fast learners," Mara said, getting closer to me. "Are you...a male?"
I laughed nervously. "Yes, I'm male. Do you not h-" Before I could finish my response, Mara's hand reached between my legs and cupped my genitals. "W-whoa!" I sputtered, stepping back a few paces.
"I apologize!" Mara said, holding her hand to her chest. "Jennifer said there were some differences between ourselves and other cultures. There are no...barriers between us when it comes to our bodies."
"You...uh...what?" I said, breathing quickly.
"When we want to touch one another, we do so," Mara smiled, lowering her hand from her bosom to her belly, rubbing it slowly up and down. "We know there is no hatred between any of us so there is no reason to be apprehensive."
"If you want to touch...you just do it?" I said. "Even if it's...sexual?"
Mara giggled. "Like I said, we know there's no ill intent behind any of it."
The possibilities began to flood into my head. "In that case, I apologize for my rudeness. I always try to go along with other cultures."
"Then, I may?" Mara said, reaching her hand out again.
"Go ahead," I said, putting my own hand on Mara's belly. I shuddered a bit when I made contact. Despite my pregnancy fetish, I'd never gotten to feel another woman's pregnant belly, at least not that I remember. And Mara's was excellent: big, round, firm, warm. I rubbed it gently as Mara moved her palm around between my legs. Her actions weren't...sexual at all. It felt like a doctor's exam if anything. I half expected her to ask me to turn and cough.
"Wow," Mara said, looking up at my eyes. I blushed at her response. I mean, I always thought it was a decent size, but I never got "wow" before. "So that's what it feels like."
"Y-yeah," I said, understanding her surprise a little better now. "You didn't know?"
"No," Mara said. "And the hanging parts...don't they get in the way?"
"N-not really," I said, raising an eyebrow. Had she never even seen male genitalia before? Then how did she end up with that big belly? I could definitely feel a flutter of movement inside when I rubbed so she was pregnant. "Do you not have men where you come from?"
Mara smiled. "Maybe you'd better come see for yourself." She took one of my hands and began pulling me toward her while she picked up her spear. I followed Mara through the forest, giving her belly and even her breasts cautious strokes every now and then, just to see if this cultural lack of personal space was real or not. And each time, it didn't seem to bother Mara. If anything, it made her giggle a little.
"You make it sound so strange that I've never met a male but the way you're acting, you'd think there was no pregnancy where you were from," Mara said.
"Oh, there is," I said, moving my hand away from her round middle quickly. "It's just that I've never had a chance to feel a pregnant belly before."
"Then don't be shy. It's important to be curious," Mara grinned, taking my hands and putting them back on her belly. "But," she whispered, sliding one of my hands up to cup her breasts, "I'm not pregnant up here so I don't think that was just for curiosity." Her smile grew a little and she turned her head back to the course in front of us and we continued walking.
After what felt like 20 or 30 minutes, I could see the land start to dip down and on the lower ground was lots and lots of huts. It was a full blown Stone Age village. And everyone walking around looked like Mara: sparse clothing, beautiful, and pregnant.
"Mara!" one woman called out, waving from in front of a small wooden work table covered in dyed clothing. I followed Mara down into the village, feeling the eyes of all the women on me as we moved through them, to the woman who called out. She smiled at Mara without saying anything and turned to me. "And who do we have here?"
"E-Eric," I said, placing one hand on the woman's belly and rubbing gently. I don't know if, subconsciously, my study of inter-cultural communication told me that would be the best way to greet her or if I just wanted to feel another pregnant stomach. Either way, it seemed to work because the other woman smiled widely and touched one hand to my chest while the other rubbed her maternal flesh next to my hand. She truly resembled Mara, with the same soft brown eyes, high cheeks, and smile. "Is this your sister, Mara?"
"No, this is my mother, Zya," Mara beamed. I could feel my eyes grow wide in shock as I looked between the two of them. I could believe Zya was at most five years older than Mara. But her mother? "Yes, Jennifer was surprised at first too."
"Jennifer, I mean. Dr. Clarmont is here?" I said, turning back to Mara. "I should go meet her."
"You will," Zya smiled, pulling me close and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "All in good time."
"Zya," Mara laughed, waddling over and running her hands over her mother's belly. "Eric isn't as used to our physical comfort as he may show."
"N-no, I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat with a big, dopey smile on my face. "Your mother has very soft lips."
"I'm told I take after her," Mara smiled, taking my hand. "But we should keep walking. Like Zya said, you have to meet Jennifer at some point."
I looked around the village some more as we walked forward. Every woman, at one point or another, was staring at me. Many women were whispering and giggling to one another as I passed by. As I got to see more of them up close, I could tell that there was a good deal of diversity among them than I first thought. There were many different hair and eye colors and some women wore markedly different clothing than Mara. One woman, a taller pregnant beauty with a shaved head, had her breasts bound in a long white cloth and wore a small loincloth pelt around her wide hips, which I appreciated when she turned around and I could see her plump rear. Seeing her rear got me a little curious and I reached up to squeeze Mara's ass.
She let out a little squeak and turned to smile at me. "You're beginning to understand things around here, aren't you?"
"I think that's the only part I understand," I laughed. "So everyone's really pregnant here?"
"Yes," Mara laughed loudly. "You sound so much like Jennifer when she first found us. But if it makes things more easy to understand for you, not all of us are pregnant in the same way."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Mara stopped and pointed to a small group of women tending to a large pot over a flame.
"You see how some of them have bellies like mine and some of them are much bigger?" She was right. Throughout the village I'd seen women with wonderfully large pregnant stomachs that out-shined Mara's own curve. Zya, too, had a belly that was nearly double the size of her daughter's. "The larger women got pregnant during the last Moment, while women like me got pregnant at the Ceremony."
I didn't know which one to ask about first. "So...how exactly did you get pregnant?"
"Drinking the ceremonial nectar," Mara smiled liked I was a toddler asking a cutely naive question. "Ah, we're here." I looked up and saw that Mara had stopped in front of a much larger hut. "You can get some more answers inside, Eric."
We pushed past the large hide flap covering the door and inside were two women with the biggest smiles you could imagine on their faces. "You must be Eric," the woman on the left said.
"Word travels fast," I said with a little chuckle.
"It does here," the woman on the right laughed. They were both gorgeous and, of course, pregnant, with bellies in line with Mara's size. The woman on the left had her light brown hair in a ponytail resting over her shoulder and the woman on the right had short red hair she'd managed to curl somehow. Like Mara, they both had rich brown skin but wore the most ornate clothing of anyone I'd seen in the village. Their tops were a mix of bone, string, and animal skin and their loincloths hung very low with symbols stitched into them.
"I should leave you three," Mara said, stepping back out of the hut.
"Oh no, please stay," the woman on the right said, waddling over to Mara and holding her close. "You were very helpful in all of this by finding Eric here. You've earned the opportunity to stay by his side."
"And will it...happen to me before the others?" Mara said, her eyes lighting up. "I mean, I will miss being pregnant but I'm excited to be a mother myself."
"Then you may be one of the first if that's what you wish," the woman on the left smiled. "But don't worry, you'll get to be pregnant again soon."
"I think I need some more explaining," I choked out a little. "So...you have to wait to give birth? Is that what I'm hearing?"
The three of them laughed softly. "I remember being confused too," the woman on the left said.
"We all have to wait to give birth," Mara smiled, running both of her hands across her big, round belly, stroking the top and bottom. "We've been waiting for 1,000 years." I touched my hand to my head, trying to process what I just heard. "Well, approximately."
"Oh no," the woman on the right said, waddling over to hold me. "Easy now, stay with us. I know it's a lot to take in. But that's what Aia and I are here for."
"They're the village priestesses," Mara said, crouching down on the ground as she looked up at us. "Maybe you should explain it all to him."
"You see, we are not like you," Aia, the brown-haired woman, said as she began to waddle toward me too. "Not fully, at least. This land exists between worlds and every 1,000 years or so, we are able to make contact with your world."
"And the prophecy says, when those 1,000 years pass and we come into your world, we find a male," the woman on the right said. "And then we become with child again and live in our world for another 1,000 years."
"A-and how exactly do you become pregnant again?" I said, having my own suspicions about the answer.
"Is that him?" another woman's voice said. From behind another flap in the back, in waddled a woman I could only recognize as Jennifer Clarmont. Her face resembled her photograph and she still had on clothes from my "world." The only thing different about her is that she sported a large pregnant belly. That sure wasn't in her file.
"You must be Dr. Clarmont," I mumbled, walking over to her and reaching out a hand.
She smiled. "You promised he'd be handsome and you didn't disappoint." She gave me a big hug, pressing her belly and breasts against my torso. "Call me Jennifer. And you are?"
"E-Eric," I said. "You know, up close, you're even more beautiful than your picture."
She raised her eyebrows. "Very forward, aren't we?"
"I-I guess I'm just trying to get into the local customs," I said with a nervous smile. "I'm a sociologist, like you. Well, not exactly like you. I don't have a graduate degree."
"No one'll judge you for that out here," Jennifer smiled, giving me a kiss on the neck. "So, what next?"
"We'll leave you two alone," Aia smiled as she, her fellow priestess, and Mara waddled out of the hut.
"Leave us alone?" I said, turning back to Jennifer. "What's..."
"They didn't tell you?" she purred, taking my hand and walking with me to the room in the back she'd entered from. "There's two parts to the prophecy. A woman from 'Our World' comes before the man and they're linked together."
"This is all so weird," I said, running my hand against my brow again and looking down at it. "I'm...I'm shaking. I'm actually shaking."
"Let me see," Jennifer said in a soft breathy voice. She gingerly held my hand and began kissing my palm with her soft, pink lips. "Feel a little easier?"
"M-maybe," I said. "But I need to relax somehow. It sounds like they want me to deliver everyone's babies."
"I don't think it will work like that," Jennifer said, unbuttoning her shirt. "How much have they told you?"
"You heard it all," I said, my eyes eagerly watching Jennifer's chest as she undressed herself.
"Then I have the pleasure of giving you the good news: the 'prophesied male' has sex with every woman in the village. After they have sex, the woman finally goes into labor and gives birth," she grinned, unzipping her pants and stepping out of them. "And after, he reimpregnates them."
"O-Oh," I said, feeling the tip of my erection start to get very wet.
"I know that gets you more excited than you're revealing," Jennifer whispered, prowling closer to me and rubbing her big, bare belly against my lap. "I have my own theory about this prophecy. I think we're supposed to be two very similar people."
"You think we're alike?" I stammered.
"It says we're linked together. And I see the way you look at pregnant tummies," Jennifer cooed. "I'm guessing you're familiar with my work."
"A-a little," I gulped as Jennifer's hands rubbed all across her round middle.
She giggled. "I'd always told myself I studied pregnancy because of the anthropological interest in women and gender in societies around the world. About the different ways a culture could organize itself around the ideas of masculinity and femininity and whatever else they had. And that was all fascinating to me but...deep down it was because pregnancy turned me on. Not only seeing other women with big bellies but the idea of myself getting swollen with child one day. Feeling my whole body change and get curvier as hormones pumped through me." She brought her face closer and closer to mine. "You feel the same way, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I groaned. "I think pregnant women are the sexiest women on the planet. T-these women most of all."
"Ever fuck a preggo?" Jennifer said, her lips brushing my chin.
"N-no," I said, starting to lose my composure.
"And I've never fucked while pregnant," Jennifer said, stripping off her bra. "Let's go." I pounced on Jennifer and we struggled toward the bed she'd laid out made from straw and blankets. She got on her hands and knees as I pulled down her underwear and penetrated her from behind. We both groaned loudly as we rocked back and forth. My hands traveled down her sides to feel her belly and breasts as much as I could, which she heartily encouraged.
"You're so sexy," I panted. "Ever since I saw your picture, I-"
"Don't talk," Jennifer laughed, her hair swinging back and forth. "We're here now, let's enjoy it!"
In no time, we were both sweaty and grunting. I felt my erection start to get hot and quiver and didn't even try to hold back. I came inside Jennifer and gripped her belly tightly as I climaxed. "Wow."
"Don't get too tired yet," Jennifer panted, sliding off of me. "There's a whole village that's been waiting a long time to...ooh." She clutched her belly as the priestesses and Mara hurried into the room.
"Over here, Jennifer," Aia said, taking one of my lover's shoulders as she bent her knees. "Luca and I have never delivered a baby but I suppose we have as much experience as anyone else."
"I'm sure you'll do a great job," Jennifer panted, taking both their hands as she started to take deep breaths.
"Don't worry about her," Mara said, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around to see her now stark naked with a big smile on her face. "Or do you not want an audience?"
I gulped and turned back to Jennifer to see her nod quickly. "It's the prophecy, Eric. Besides, I want to watch."
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"My sisters, for a millennia, we've served you as priestesses," Aia bellowed as she stood in the middle of the village square. It was nighttime and we were all illuminated by a gigantic fire in the center. All around us were women, currently holding or breastfeeding their new babies. "And now it has come and passed. The new generation of our people is here and the next generation is on its way!"
The square filled with small laughs of agreement as some women touched their hands to their currently flat middles. Not long after I "induced labor" for all of the women, I started the cycle over again with another round of wonderful, hot tumbles. I didn't think a woman could really get pregnant again hours after giving birth but Zya assured me she was already carrying my children. She seemed to have gone through this all before so I trusted her.
"And it's all thanks to the two of prophecy: Jennifer and Eric," Luca said. The women all cheered, their fists pumping up and down.
"Look!" Mara said, her head pointed up at the night sky. "It's happening!" I looked up and saw the stars start to fade. Right before my eyes, they seemed to rearrange themselves into new constellations.
"Yes, we are going back to our world," Aia smiled. "For another 1,000 years."
"Wait, going back?" I whispered to Jennifer. "So...we're stuck here?"
"Stuck?" Jennifer smiled. "You're saying you'd leave if you had the choice?"
I smiled back. "I-I guess not. It'll just be a little weird to be the only guy in a village full of permanently pregnant women for 1,000 years."
"And now, we will close the cycle fully," Luca said, holding up a gourd. "Jennifer, you began all this by drinking the ceremonial wine. Now Eric, you will do the same."
Everyone cheered again and I looked around at everyone's gleeful face. "W-well...sure," I said, walking up to Luca. Aia held out her cupped hands and Luca poured the dark red liquid into them. "And I just drink like this?"
"Go right ahead," Aia giggled. I sighed and bent down, slurping the wine out of her hands.
"W-wow, that's strong," I chuckled. "I already feel kind of tingly...and hot..." I stumbled around a bit and felt my whole body vibrate like when your leg's asleep. My clothes started to feel uncomfortable and I removed my shirt, sticky from sweat. And to my shock, my stomach was starting to swell. As I held my hand to my gut, I felt my chest start to get heavy as well. "Wait, what's going on?"
"What do you think happens when you drink the ceremonial wine?" Mara laughed. "We told you Jennifer drank it when she got here."
"I-I wasn't exactly expecting this either," Jennifer said in a small voice.
I ran my hand up and down my growing stomach in disbelief and slid my hand down near my legs. There was also a lot of tingling going on down there, and as I touched myself, I could no longer feel my usual genitals and instead felt something warm and soft.
"O-Oh my god," I said as I felt the transformation start to die down. "I'm...one of you."
"Don't worry, it was surprising to me too," Aia said with a wink. "But you get used to it very quickly."
"Welcome your new priestesses!" Luca bellowed, motioning to Jennifer and I. "They will be taking their new names, Jen and Eria."
"You make a good pregnant woman," Jennifer, or "Jen," grinned as she traced her hand over my new body.
"I feel pretty good," I smiled. "Though I think you lucked out with the new name."
"I think 'Eria' is cute," Jennifer whispered, kissing me on the lips. "But if you really don't like it, we've got 1,000 years to think up something else."
