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Blessed
🕑 Added 2021-02-28 18:00:18 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Ani.
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After months of excavating and removing traps, Richard and his team of Egyptologists began their steady exploration into the tomb of one of the lesser-known Pharaohs. It was only their second day into the project that Richard stumbled through a secret door that brought him into an entirely different shrine; a temple. The walls were marked not with images of the Pharaoh, but with those that were unmistakably of Bastet, the cat-headed goddess. The Pharoah's tomb seemed secondary to the expansive and well-preserved temple. Richard couldn't help stepping deeper inside, when a bright white glow assaulted him from all directions, blinding him.
Hieroglyphs played through his mind in a confusing jumble, as though they were being fed to him somehow. As though someone, or something, was communicating.
That was the last thing Richard remembered before he was being shaken awake by some colleagues then rushed off to the hospital for suspected heat stroke.
The hieroglyphs continued to play through his mind.
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It had been a month since his accidental discovery of the Bastet temple and Richard was still doing interviews at least daily. He had been the first person to enter it in thousands of years. He had visited it several times since then. He felt oddly connected to the goddess in a way he couldn't put in words.
Richard spent a lot of time trying to translate the hieroglyphs in his head. He remembered them perfectly, but they were esoteric and the research was taking some time. So far he gathered something regarding abundance, but there was more, and he was confidently keen about getting the answers.
"Are you alright, sir?"
Richard's mind had wandered. At twenty-eight, he was usually focused and attentive. He returned his gaze to the interviewer. "Yes," he said, even as he felt himself fidgeting. He felt extremely hot despite that the room was air conditioned. He also seemed to be sweating a good deal. Most unusually, he was aroused, severely so, but Richard was doing his best to keep it discreet at least as long as the camera was on.
"All done," said the interviewer. Richard thought his name was Jackson. "Thank you so much." Jackson reached out to offer Richard his hand.
"I could think of a few ways you can thank me." The words came out before Richard could stop himself. He watched the camera man finish collecting his equipment and depart, failing to notice the digression from polite conversation.
“W-what?” said Jackson, startled.
"I want you," said Richard, his cock throbbing. "Want you inside of me. W-will you?" he said weakly.
Jackson looked shocked and embarrassed, but his body was definitely reacting to the proposal. "I um...we can...the lavatory?" he managed, eyes darting around like he feared it was a prank.
Richard grabbed the other man by the shirt and dragged him towards the bathroom.
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Richard didn't know what had gotten into him lately. It seemed like every month his hormones went crazy, and he needed to get fucked fast and hard by the closest willing male to avoid going absolutely insane.
Now he was dealing with other unusual symptoms. Chest bloating and tenderness. Weight gain, primarily in his gut.
He had been spending a lot more time on the translations, though his findings didn't make sense. He came up with the terms 'blessings,' 'heat cycle,' 'fertility,' and most oddly, 'superfetation.'
After a while of contemplation, he looked down at himself and snorted a laugh. "Yeah right," he muttered, touching his rounded guy, which was oddly firm, and stuck out way too much to be normal.
But the prospect of having been "blessed" with Bastet's feline fertility was ludicrous.
Or so he hoped.
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It was a few months later, and Richard was objectively huge.
He was still coming to terms with the fact that he was actually—pregnant. Quite pregnant. He had no idea how he was going to get these things out of him and had settled on a routine of staying in and silently panicking.
Worse of all, the heat cycles were continuous. Every month he would find some unsuspecting delivery driver or a pervert online to fuck him thoroughly, possibly packing him with even more babies.
Richard was mortified by his appearance but this latest interview couldn't be avoided. It came with a multi-million-dollar grant that would be invaluable to his research.
Like the others, it was being broadcasted internationally, and Richard felt like he was going to explode. His belly was the size of a beach ball, perched on his lap, giving forceful heaves every once in a while that left Richard gasping. He had developed swollen C-cup breasts, nipples bulging through his shirt fabric. He was flushed and sweaty, his body straining, and he was beginning to suspect he was going into labor.
The interviewer was decidedly awkward as she tried not to stare at his swollen midsection. "Richard, how had your life...er...how had it changed since your profound discovery?" she questioned.
Richard gripped his mic till his knuckles turned white. He arched his back, insides lurching then squeezing as he grunted out. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. "Nrrghhh...I think...ohh godd...it's coming!"
