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Mommy, where do babies come from?
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pokemun
Wow I got way too excited when I saw the thread update.

Definitely also really looking forward to the epilogue or a continuation!
Hunn2020
Sorry about that, thought I would ask how mesarocket was doing since we had not heard from the author in a bit.
Mesarocket
I've been swamped with work and a new house, so haven't made any progress unfortunately. But I'll try to get back to work before too long.
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Hunn2020
I entirely understand, hard to find time to write when bogged down with work
Liked by Mesarocket (Jun 17, 2021)
Mesarocket
Epilogue

The flashlight arced across the darkened room, illuminating four prone figures lying motionless in a loose semicircle. Each was nestled cozily in a sleeping bag, their long hair spilling out onto soft pillows in lustrous splashes of blonde, brunette, and ebony.

Two men stood in the doorway, searching the room for any signs of movement. The one without the flashlight held his hands awkwardly at his side, as if unsure what to do with them. Turning to his companion he whispered in a low, nervous tone. “Are you sure they’re asleep?”

The man with the flashlight continued to silently scan the room. After a pause, he said, “They’re asleep. We gave them enough rohypnol to put a horse down. See?” He clapped his hands together loudly. The handclaps sounded like thunder in the stillness of the night. He shouted, “Girls, time to wake up! Hello!”

The room was completely silent. None of the figures moved an inch from their positions. The man with the flashlight reached inside the doorway and flipped on the light switch. He was stocky and solidly built. “Grab the bucket,” he instructed his friend.

The other man, younger, taller, and lanky, returned in a minute carrying a heavy 5-gallon plastic bucket. He looked like a painter preparing for a job. Condensation beaded on the bucket. Whatever was inside was still cool.

The man with the flashlight waved the tall man over to the semicircle. Lowering to a crouch, he swung a backpack down from his shoulder and began rummaging through its contents, spreading them out before him on the rug.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” the tall man asked, doubtfully.

“Have a little faith, Caleb. Prophet Chambers don’t make mistakes. He gets his direction from a higher power,” the stocky man admonished. “Besides, we’ve been preparing for this for a long time. Now take them girls out of their sleeping bags.”

The tall man, Caleb, began carefully unzipping the sleeping bags and folding over their tops, revealing the sleeping girls inside. When he had finished, four 18-19 year olds were laid out in front of the two men. In some other scenario, they might have resembled four Disney princesses, cursed into a magical slumber. They were pretty enough, and each were sweetly innocent in their sleep.

“Put those pillows under their hips,” instructed the stocky man, whose name was Curtis. “We need to elevate them.”

Curtis held up a gallon ziplock bag and opened it, pulling out one of two plastic turkey basters. Caleb eyed it doubtfully.

“I thought that was an old wive’s tale,” he said.

“Well, usually they do it with a little plastic syringe, but in this case we’re going for volume,” explained Curtis patiently. “See, we’ve been preparing for this a long time. You just joined, what about two months ago, so you don’t know. Still don’t know why the prophet chose you for this…”

He frowned, looking up at Caleb, then continued.

“See, these girls been living together for about a year. Women spend as much time as they have around each other, they tend to get on the same rhythm, if you catch my drift. Now, for the last couple of months we’ve also been giving them clomiphene daily, and not just a little. You know what that is?

Caleb shook his head.

“It’s a fertility drug. It helps ‘em to produce eggs. You see normally a girl like this would make only a single egg every month, if that. But now, they might be making two, three, maybe even four or more. I reckon they’re just about as fertile as it’s possible to get."

Caleb looked at the sleeping beauties, his eyes tracking their delicate curves, the rise and fall of their perky bosoms, the solidity of their hips.

“Hey, pay attention,” said Curtis sternly. “That’s not for you to be thinking about. These girls are meant for something special. You see, tonight’s the night. In about a day or two, those tiny little eggs are gonna be all grown up and ready for action. We gotta make sure there’s some eligible bachelors waiting to dance.”

“Well, seems like we got plenty here,” said Caleb, turning around to gesture at the bucket. Forgetting it was right behind him, Caleb tripped and kicked the bucket on his way down, knocking it on its edge where it teetered for a moment before finally setting back down with a heavy thud. “Oh shit!”

“You damn fool, be careful with that!” Curtis yelled, then took the bucket himself and set it carefully down next to the sleeping girls. Staring daggers at Caleb, Curtis opened the lid slowly, revealing the pearlescent and viscous liquid inside. “It’s taken us the better part of a year to get this together. You have no idea what a pain it was to freeze all of this with liquid nitrogen. Now listen to me. We’ve got to fill these girls up. Take the baster and gently slide it inside. Do I have to tell you which hole?”

“No, you don’t have to tell me which damn hole,” replied Caleb hotly. “I’m not a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Well, you coulda fooled me,” said Curtis. “And watch your language. This is still a church, you know.”

The two men each took a baster and sucked up the precious semen. With trembling hands, Caleb lifted the nightskirt of the girl nearest him. She was stunning, with light blonde hair, and a slightly turned up nose. The skin on her face was so perfect and soft. Her lips looked incredibly kissable. Caleb could hardly breathe being so close to her.

“No panties,” he said breathily, looking down at the girl’s soft, creamy thighs and juicy pink pussy lips, their moist crevice tempting untold pleasures.

“It’s all part of the ritual,” grunted Curtis, working with his free hand to spread apart the legs of a skinny brunette girl.

Like a first year biology student in lab, Caleb awkwardly handled the girl’s pink fleshy vagina lips, penetrating her with the plastic tip. He forced the baster farther in until he started feeling resistance. A droplet of cum rested on the girl’s smooth thigh where it had fallen from the baster.

“Now make sure you fill ‘em up good. All the way - until it starts to overflow. Then take a panty liner and tape ‘em up. Make sure you get the edges stuck on good. We don’t want too much of this spilling out while they turn over in their sleep.”

“Won’t they notice that when they wake up?” Caleb asked distractedly, squeezing the baster bulb slowly to push the sticky cum out.

“The First Mother will take care of that,” replied Curtis. “We just do what Prophet Chambers tells us to do. That’s the deal.”

Half an hour later, the work was done and the girls were tucked in soundly in their sleeping bags.

Curtis zipped up his backpack and looked proudly down at the sleeping figures. “There. I’d call that a job well done. These girls are gonna be bursting with baby in no time. I’d say it’s about a 50% chance that we get some higher order multiples. I doubt any of ‘em will have less than two.”

The men stared in awed silence at the potential in front of them. It was as if the first pebble of an avalanche had just begun rolling down a mountainside. In a few short weeks each of these young women would begin expanding with the new life implanted in their willing wombs, like a flower whose blossom has turned to fruit. It would be a privilege to watch their transformation, and to know the sacrifices they would be making, made even more poignant by their complete ignorance to their true condition.The miracle never got old.

Behind them a soft, smooth voice cut the silence. “Has the miracle began?”

A figure stood behind them in the doorway, casting a long, wide shadow.

“Yes, First Mother. We didn’t expect you,” said Curtis with reverence in his voice.

Stepping into the room, the men took in her gravid, matronly form. Katie was once again heavily pregnant, her disproportionately large belly jutting out from behind a crocheted shawl draped around her shoulders. She was dressed all in white, with a loose, thin dress that allowed her large milk-filled breasts and bloated womb to reveal their impressive shape. At 24 years old, Katie was already the proud mother of 9 children: three sets of twins and one set of triplets. Her status was legendary within the cult, and she had quickly become a spiritual authority, second only to Prophet Chambers.

“Curtis, you may go,” she said. Her eyes remained fixed on the younger man.

“Yes, Mother,” he said obediently, bowing his head slightly and leaving the room.

She moved slowly towards Caleb, her hips rolling seductively under the weight of her ripe and pregnant body. Caleb stook awkwardly, clasping his sweaty hands together.

Katie stopped in front of Caleb, her belly nearly touching his. She looked up at him with soft, searching eyes. She was beautiful, with her slightly wavy auburn hair flowing down over her shoulders. Pregnancy had done wonders for her body; some women, it seemed, became transformed with the influx of hormones and the vast changes pregnancy brought to them. If such women glowed, Katie shone brilliantly. Her skin was flawless, her hair lustrous, her breasts, perfectly engorged, soft, and round. It was as if she was some sort of fertility goddess, the essence of maternity and new life.

“I know that for some, faith alone is not enough. How can we expect those who haven’t seen the light to follow it?” she said softly, penetrating him with her gaze. “God has given me a gift. He’s working his miracle right now.”

She reached out and took Caleb’s hand, placing it on her taut, swollen orb. He could feel the warmth and firmness of her skin, the weight and heft of the growing life inside, the amazing transformation her body was capable of. Caleb took a ragged breath in. He was transfixed. There was a heat between them, growing. He could feel the tension building.

Guiding his hand across the surface of her belly, Katie continued, “I have a very special purpose. Not only do I bring these chosen ones into the world, I also show God’s lost children the path. Will you let me show you the way?”

Caleb couldn’t speak. He didn’t dare to. His member was an aching burden, stiffening of its own volition. Katie guided him down onto the soft rug where the fertilized girls lay. With delicate, expert hands, she undid his belt and fly, then pulled out his swollen member. Enveloping it with her luxuriant lips, Katie sucked tenderly yet deeply, feeling his prick grow in her mouth. Caleb groaned in pleasure. She glanced up from time to time to match his gaze, the same intensity in her expression. Caleb could hardly believe this goddess, so close to bursting with the children in her womb, was consorting with a nobody like him. It must be a dream, only he was wide awake.

After a few minutes, Katie leaned back and slowly pulled her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor. The glory of her young body, so heavy with child, overwhelmed Caleb. Bearing her many children had amazingly not taken a toll on Katie’s beauty. Her skin was nearly flawless; her breasts defiantly high under the weight of their milk-engorged ducts; her belly, a great ripening fruit, full and large.

She leaned over Caleb’s prone figure, her swollen pregnant belly resting on his tight abs as she guided his member into her soft, warm cunny. She slowly slid down his erect cock, easing him into her. He could feel every succulent fold and fleshy ridge of her vagina, amazingly tight, wet, and welcoming. She began to slowly grind against him, her wide hips rocking forward and backward as she pleasured him. Every movement of her body was a revelation to Caleb, her raw electricity awakening long dormant parts of his soul.

Pushing and pulling against his joyful prick, Katie slowly increased her speed. Soon they were both sweating and breathing heavily, lost in their passion. Caleb, emboldened by her seemingly reckless abandon, reached around and grabbed a large handful of her ass, feeling the firmness of her muscle under the silky layer of skin and fat. Unable to resist the urge, he slapped her hard with his palm, which elicited a groan of pleasure from Katie. In turn, she grinded even harder against his veiny, throbbing cock, one hand on the ground for support and another rubbing her swollen belly.

As they fucked, Caleb noticed the taut surface of her skin ripple from time to time with movement within. This visible proof of her fertility only attracted him more. He longed for nothing more than to fill her with his own seed, to contribute somehow to the miracle of her fecundity. It would be a crime to keep this heavenly creature’s womb empty for even a single day when this could be the result. He now understood the power the church held over its members. Populating the world did seem like a mission worthy of dedicating one’s life to. He couldn’t imagine anything more important than keeping a holy vessel like Katie full of the lord’s blessings.

The thought raced down the hallways of his mind and he felt himself building to a climax. He imagined his tip like an expanding water balloon, soon to burst. He knew he would fill her with his essence soon. Katie was also intensifying, her great milk-filled breasts swaying with each thrust. He noticed her nipples were hard and pointing outward, while her areolas had broken out in goose-flesh. As they rocked together, he noticed a trickle of milk leaking from one of her large breasts. They too were apparently too full to contain themselves.

Caleb felt his body stiffen, releasing its gift into Katie’s welcoming orifice in great ropey spurts of hot semen. He had never cummed so much in his life. He felt like he was truly filling her up, reaching the furthest crevices of her young womb. It seemed to go on forever, but he finally could give no more and relaxed his tension.

After a brief pause in which they both caught their breath, Katie slowly pulled herself off of him. Gooey cum dripped from her vagina. He had indeed released an impressive amount of semen into her. She took two fingers and gathered a large amount. Then, moving slowly to accommodate for her greatly swollen form, she moved to each of the sleeping girls, spreading his seed across their lips. When she was finished, each had been anointed with a glistening layer of sperm on their pouty teenage mouths.

She turned back to face Caleb, the light casting shadows on the wall from the curves of her immensely gravid form.

“Have you seen the light, my son?” she asked him. Standing above him, her belly dominating his view, he no longer doubted that she was the fertility goddess of his dreams.

Caleb uttered a hoarse reply through his parched throat. “Yes, Mother.”

On the floor, four innocent girls lay gorged with the semen of their friends, neighbors, mentors, teachers, even fathers and brothers, awaiting their own miraculous transformations. Caleb had never been so hopeful of the future.
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Hunn2020
Cool, nice ending mesarocket!
Liked by Mesarocket (Jun 17, 2021)
deux_anges
Wow, it's a nice story development to see how Katie has embraced her position of mother goddess! Keep up the good work.

DA
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pokemun
Excellent ending! Katie's new role was perfectly appropriate.

I figure you'll move on to a new story next, but if you ever decide to continue this one I'd love to read about those 4 new girls. Fertility drugs and higher order multiples, sounds very tantalizing.
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Mesarocket
Hi, everyone. Thanks sincerely for reading my story. If you enjoyed it and would like to own a copy, I just published it on Amazon. Every chapter is now consolidated, I polished it up and removed a number of errors, plus I made a few small improvements for character consistency and realism.

Here's the link if you're interested. Positive reviews are also appreciated! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0981C6F3D
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Thebige
That Amazon review is HILARIOUS!
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