Pregnant penitence (Siuddithsi & MRUB)

[Siuddithsi]

Cth'aaghn stirred. Something had caught her attention and she was looking for the source. The scents of lust and shame and death hung heavy and she finally traced the source. An altar that hadn't seen worship for centuries. The Elder Goddess shifted her awareness to the site, growing multiple obsidian black eyes to capture all light, even that far beyond human sight. Above, the humans had built a convent. The stone had seen many enter, but few good of heart. Lustful caretakers abused their initiates, families sent away "wayward" girls to bear their children away from prying eyes, young women with sexual differences were sent for "conversion", but in a dark corner of the convent, the true secret lie buried. The tiny bones of hundreds of infants lie where they'd been disposed of. Seeing into time itself, Cth'aaghn saw that many had died naturally, miscarriages and ill health, but the others? She saw the pillows approaching infant faces and crying silenced to cut the loose ends of high born clients.

But something else stirred. A woman had found the hidden entrance to her old temple. Unseen, she watched to see what the human would do.

[MRUB]

The young womens feet echoed as she carefully walked down the ancient stone steps. Her dim flashlight hardly helping pierce the darkness ahead of her. Her curiosity had always been her best and worst trait and now it was leading the girl to something sinister. The women hoped she had stumbled upon some old forgotten hiding place. Maybe she would find a few antique or something else valuable to pawn off next time she had the chance. She wasn't at the convent for being a good girl after all. Stealing from the rich even if you are part of their cast angers the powerful. So here she was stuck in this degenerate home for lost rich girls. Reaching the mane chamber she shines her light on the walls taking in the odd otherworldly writing and images long since decayed from time. Any meaning or reason lost to her as she was solely focused on the glint of valuable treasure her steps bringing her up a small landing onto the alter.

Grinning she turns her light as it shines on something. A small amulet resting on a raised stone platform. Perfect! It looked to be gold and had several gems each at the end off what might be a snake or serpents head. Really these were the many watching eyes of Cth'aaghn. As her hand closed around the artifact a strange chill arched down the young womens spine. Maybe she should leave this place and quickly...

[Siuddithsi]

Even worn by time the images on the walls looked like tentacles, or cocks, or a fusion thereof. She wasn't certain if the tentacled, many eyed, many mouthed, many cocked and many pussied creature in the carvings were eating, or giving birth, to humans. The same tentacles were carved into the altar, a rough triangle that looked designed to tie someone spread eagled with both hands above their head. Around the altar was a 7 sided geometric design, and just outside the septagon was a pit about 4 feet in diameter. She couldn't see the bottom.

She wasn't sure if the necklace were obsidian or black onyx, but it looked like the monster from the carvings trying to take human form, as if unsegmented worms were taking the shape of a woman. The pendant had mouths (?) where the pussy, ass and breasts should be, as well as the usual mouth. The creature had eyes in the usual sockets, but its hair seemed to be eyes on slender stalks. The artifact quickly warmed to body temperature, feeling warm in her hand. Then it hit her, so fast it didn't even seem like her thought. This thing looks like a dildo, or a butt plug. The tentacles looked like ridges on a cock and the chain of the necklace to pull it out. She wondered if she should hide it where the sun doesn't shine, to make sure it stays hidden.

(Elsewhere, unblinking eyes watched the girl and looked deep into her heart. Her greed was clear, but the creature focused more intently. Was it greed for its own sake, or born of past need? Did this girl have anything else to hide? Lust for women or men, any weakness that could entice her to perform the ancient rites? Subtly Cth'aaghn planted the idea in the girls head to insert the amulet INSIDE her. The horror waited for her reaction before she'd try convincing the girl to lay on the altar with the sacred stone in her sacred places. And the obsidian eyes looked for the girl's name)

[MRUB]

Samantha's fingers curl around the strange pendant. She couldn't have the sisters above find this object on her or they would take it. She needed to keep that from happening it was an all consuming thought in her mind. Setting her flashlight down on the alter she quickly pulled her uniforms skirt and panties down. The white under cloths fallout into a bundle around her ankles. Shivering from the brush of cool air between her thighs she rubbed a finger along her vulva. Anticipating what this strange object will fill like she won't have to wait long. Leaning back she rest her body against but not on the alter. Spreading her legs wide she angles the pendant until it is just at her entrance. Taking a shaky breath she slowly starts to push. The initial tightness and resistance from her muscles causing her to hesitate. This would be so much easier with a bit of lube but she can't chance discovery. Holding her breath she pushes the phallic artifact inward. A low moan escaping her as the warm metal parts her folds. A bit of effort is needed but after a moment the entire stone god is encased in her twitching womenhood. The metal chain dangling from between her legs for a hopefully easy removal later.

Taking a moment she catches her breath just letting her body adjust to hiding the strange but maybe valuable trinket inside her canal. The stone alter behind her seems to have warmed suddenly. Carefully she lifts herself up to sit on the alter enjoying the oddly heated stone so much she lays back. Resting and staring up at the caverns ceiling. A hand idly rubbing her pubic mound feeling the artifact inside her. Inner muscles twitching and gripping the phallic invader. Her body thinking it was a man or perhaps even a women with a fun toy. She of course didn't think it was any danger, so wrong she was.

Honestly it was just greed for the fun of it. Rich people don't need all those valuable stones or rare objects. Plus it was fun to watch them go crazy after their one of a kind rhino horn shows up at a local police station and gets confiscated. It's the little things that really irritate those snobby individuals.

[Siuddithsi]

Inside her, perhaps Samantha didn't notice that the tentacles of the icon were stirring. Maybe she thought the writhing was from her own movements. For now, the pendant was biding its time.

Perhaps Samantha didn't notice that the septagram was beginning to glow. Or that the tentacles carved into the altar were becoming more distinct. Cth'aaghn would certainly wait until her eyes were closed before such changes.

How long will it take Samantha to notice that the Icon is growing within her? Or that the cold gold chain is becoming warm and resembling the shining black of the rest of the pendant. Cth'aaghn waits for Samantha to notice, before she strikes.

[MRUB]

The girl squirmed. A hand idly rubbing against her belly as the strange sensations pulsed inside her. It must be her imagination the necklace had been made of metal when she inserted it. Their was no way it was actually alive now. Touching and pressing against her dampening inner folds. The unmistakable feel of many small writhing appendages aroused the young women. It had been so long since she had any time to herself she figured she might as well take advantage. The sudden spike in her lust occurring in an odd place for sure but it was better then in her cramped dorm room. Reaching down her hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. Drifting until it made contacts with something unexpected.

A strange ethereal and warm object. Her closed eyes squinted in confusion as she continued to poke and prod around the tentacle forming. The mass becoming more and more solid spreading her lips open with each passing second. This must be her imagination some strange event brought on by her sudden urge to use a valuable object as a toy. Arching her back her hips lifted off the stone alter a low moan escaping her. Her thin fingers finding the nub of her clit and stroking it in a slow circle.

The covenant above had no idea one of their own had just sealed their fate. Performing an ancient ritual both by accident and a bit of nudging from beyond this world.

[Siuddithsi]

Almost as soon as Samantha discovered the tentacle emerging from her cunt, she came, hard, her pussy juice drenching the altar where she was sitting. Now it was unmistakable. The tentacle grew, filling her more than the biggest cock she’d ever had (she might not notice that it was even larger deep inside her, plugging her, or that tendrils were even penetrating her womb). But there was no way to escape that the growth was accompanied by a subtle telepathic command to cum harder and harder, no mater how scared or shocked she was.

The carved tentacles on the altar that had been growing warmer and more distinct, changed to warm, black tentacles in a flash, tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pulling her spread eagled with her hands over her head, binding her to the altar. But all she could do was cum.

About the time Samantha realized how literally fucked she was, more tentacles burst from her womb. Not painful, in the blink of an eye they took the shape of a woman as if she’d been made of tentacles, then those merged into the shape of a petite, slender redhead with c-cups and a huge cock deep inside her.

“OOHHH YESSS!” said the “girl” with her hands on your hips as she pounds your cunt. “It’s been so long I’d almost forgotten how good it feels to fuck a woman HARD! UH, UH, UH…’ she grunted before pulling your hips onto her cock and filling you with her cum, which drips out of you and over the tentacles on the altar.

“Mmmm, that felt good. Thank you for offering yourself as a sacrifice to Cth’aaghn the devourer, goddess of hunger and fertility. But there are over a thousand years of missed sacrifices to catch up on. Would you like to bear a thousand of my young to make up for lost time?”

[MRUB]

Samantha writhed on the table in pleasure. The waves of orgasmic bliss clouding her mind just enough that the fear of the situation is lost on her for the moment. The sudden fullness of the goddesses rod deep inside her combined with the many black tendrils stroking her body. Leave her a slack jawed moaning mess. Each impact rocking the bound girl to her core her already violated womb open and ready to receive the goddesses gift but their's just enough lucid thoughts left in the girls mind to not beg for Cth’aaghns gifts. Gritting her teeth the young women speaks between her moans of pleasure as her body is defiled by the fertility goddess. "I'm just a student! I can't have that many children please their has to be others! The school is full of evil girls and nuns use them!" she cries out. Her inner folds clenching around the goddesses rod as another mind numbing orgasm removes her remaining thoughts. Hips bucking back now against the defiling length hammering against her fertile womb.

[Siuddithsi]

“I know”, says the “girl”. “The miasma of wicked thoughts and lost souls fills the ether here. But putting 10 babies each into a hundred girls is easier than putting a hundred babies into one girl, and more fun. I’m working on them, while I fill you up”

Elsewhere, a part of Cth’aaghn found the septic tank. The one where they disposed of the bodies of dead, unbaptized infants. Where the restless spirits were bound and crying. Tentacles crept between the bones that had been there sometimes for centuries, mouths sucked the sludge off to clean them up and then she “pushed” at time itself. Then and now became one, flesh returned to the bones and then age reversed from multiple month old fetuses and infants, to embryos capable of implantation, And in each tiny charge, the elder horror forced the soul into the flesh, quieting it, comforting it and telepathically saying “shhh”. And in each, added a bit of herself. As these children grew, they would love her and do her will.

Elsewhere, her thoughts drifted into girls dreams. Mother superior dreamed of every infant she’d thrown into the cesspool or smothered with a pillow. They all whispered “Mother” and stared at her longingly and accusatively. Every girl who’d come to give birth, or get an abortion (that was illegal here, only available to those with money and connections), dreamed of the children they’d lost. “Let me come home mommy” they cried as they looked at her. Teens who’d been sent to the convent to “cure” them of being trans, or of being lesbian, dreamed of meeting a dark figure in a shadowy place. “I am Cth’aaghn. I can match your form to your gender.” or “I can free you from this place.”, both “For a price”. They couldn’t wake up. They faced their demons seemingly forever, until the shadowy figure spoke to them as well. “You have desecrated this place from my worship, then by your sins you drove your own deity away. I’m back now. And I’m bringing penance. You will all bear the children you have thrown away like excrement. And with your litters you will face the society that sent you here. When it’s over, you may keep your children, or call my name three times and I will come to take them from you.”

Back at the altar, Samantha heard none of this. Bulges in the cock filling her pumped into her womb, which stretched to receive them. With each baby pumped into her, her orgasms became even MORE intense, until she began to beg for even more babies.

[MRUB]

All throughout the convent women of all ages and races tossed and turned in their sleep. Mother superior tossed most of all guilty of many sins against life itself in this dark place. Yet even as her writhing pulled the bed sheets from around her changed started to occur. The elderly womens skin grew taught. Wrinkles fading away and youth returned to her frail form. Her sagging bosom once more grew firm and swelled ready to provide life to those she had snuffed out over the years. The ancient goddesses words to her filled the holy women with fear. Even as the power of Cth’aaghn restored her flesh it broke the womens spirit. She had been filled with so much guilt from all the acts of infanticide she had been told to commit by her higher order members.

Now she had the chance to redeem herself for what she saw to be god before her. Even in her fever dreams her legs opened. Youthful women hood ready to accept any number of the long lost souls she had cast away. Through out the school similar events in every room occurred. A few of the more stubborn rich girls fought even as Cth’aaghn spoke to them. Their legs crossed denying the goddess access to use them. While others flung themselves open the thought of actually getting to bear the children they had been made to cast away igniting a motherly firm deep inside them.

Then their was Samantha, who even now moaned out her lust. Eyes rolling back into her skull as her smooth toned belly bulged outward. Each hot spray of the goddesses rod inside her swelling her more. Human life rapidly finding a home in the thieves inner most chamber. Giving her a treasure she did not know she had wanted until this moment. As her womb became a gravid orb dominating her middle she begged for more children. Blind lust and sexual release urging her to bring as much life as she can into this world.

[Siuddithsi]

Mother Superior, once just Margaret, 90 if she was a day, looked like a teenager again with smooth soft skin, succulent large breasts with puffy nipples the size of half tangerines and a full round ass that the boys used to lust after. For 90 years she had kept her virginity as a holier-than-thou weapon to shame the young women who had succumbed to lust. Now, aided by her own shame and a burning desire to know what she’d missed, she begged the tentacles not just to take her virginity but rip her wide open, punish her as she deserved for her part in this horror. Silently, the tentacles answered by wrapping around her arms, pinning them to her sides, spreading her legs wide enough to hurt and pausing to let her see the cock-tentacle that was preparing to violate her. Glistening black as a latex dildo, covered in slime or pre-cum, the thing was as large and thick as a stack of soup cans, and it’s head was pushing against her vulva. She SCREAMED and struggled as it forced its way inside, there was no pleasure to this, she was stretched too far. She could feel the warm stream of blood from her ripped maidenhead dripping down her thighs before she released her bladder and bowels from the pain. When she thought it was trying to force it’s way into her womb, it stopped. NOW Cth’aaghn used her telepathy to subtly change pleasure to pain. Now she healed the rips and tears and made Margaret’s skin stretch to accommodate the monster tentacle cock even in her womb. As the once Mother Superior began rocking her hips, trying to pull the cock even deeper inside her, mouth tentacles started sucking on her breasts, making them even larger as they engorged with milk at the fertility Goddesses command. As fetuses the size of footballs started stretching their way into her womb, cock tentacles began sliding down her throat and up her ass. Somehow, the Horror allowed her to breathe in spite of having a throat full of cock, and she began to loose herself in uncontrollable orgasms from the relentless fucking.

Samantha’s womb, like the others, was pumped full. Seven, eight, nine embryos attached to her womb and more were coming. Each embryo pumped into her womb was bigger than a fist and each time her cunt and womb were stretched wide, she screamed in agony and ecstasy simultaneously.

(I'll get back to the rest of the convent later, it's hard to write this much at a stretch)

[Siuddithsi]

A little inspiration from sankakucomplex

https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/6001866


https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4732108

[MRUB]

The once quiet night filled with the sounds of screams and moans. As each member of the convent reacted in their own way to the horrors unfolding. Women and young teens stumbled and writhed. Some locked in their beds where they had been sleeping. Limbs thrashing as dark black tendrils defiled their wombs. Spraying both seed and large developed fetuses directly into their inner most chambers. Cervix stretching painfully wide to accept the sudden children filling them. One girl who had been returning from a shower. Her towel cast off to the side as she crawled down the hallway. Tears streaming down her face as a rather thick phallus plunged again and again into her from behind. Her womb rounding out as with each bottoming thrust a bulge traveled down the length. Spreading her with another sob of pain. Life returning to a mother who might not be eager to receive it. Her belly stretching out to brush against the floor beneath. It was a horror that a few had even tried to flee locking themselves in their rooms or small closets and hidden places. They to soon found the tendrils simply slipping ethereally through the walls finding homes inside their fertile bodies. The centuries of lost children needed a new home and the many present would make a fine start in resurrecting them.

Samantha as the first of this new motherly order was blessed with a slew of children. Her rounded belly creaking as it took in yet another fetus. Her massive belly holding her down with it's weight alone .

The leader of all this and the cause for so many lost children. Mother superior was receiving the brunt of the punishment. The largest children flowed into her in an unbroken chain. Her belly growing at an alarming and dangerous rate. The skin turning red from the strain yet the goddess would not allow any to be injured. The new mothers were needed after all and it would be against Cth’aaghn will to lose any of them. Her sisters in the order were treated the same. Their cloaks torn from them as they to were spread to bring back the life they so harshly took for years.

[Siuddithsi]

More inspiration:
https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/3945296
https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4018558

Runners were caught. Tentacles phased through the earth itself and wrapped around their ankles, spreading them wide, caressing them, ripping off whatever clothing they wore. Mental domination converted them from fear to desire, by the time tentacles penetrated them they were wet and eager, so eager they arched back to take the tentacles rubbing against their ass and sucking tentacles into their mouths.
Meanwhile, the women who’d been first were being left, as they were too full to take more. They lay obscenely gravid, their bellies swollen to the size of volkswagons, panting until they fell asleep.
As the Nuns who’d particpated in the murders began to fill, Cth’aaghn whispered. “Do not fear that I have forgotten who gave the orders. You shall meet your superiors soon.”
Miles away from the convent, young women were tentacle raped at the monastary. “You can’t do this to me, I’m the Bishop-urk” were her last words before her mouth was as full of tentacle as her other holes. Similarly, mothers and fathers who’d sent their daughters to the convent for “treatment”, suffered the same fate as the nuns and priests. Their age melted away until they were 18 again, and the relentless tentacles pumped cum into every hole and babies into their wombs.

[MRUB]

The dark tendrils spread out from the temple like a living thing. Seeking out all those it could find that had been unfilled with life. Animals, for their own sake, were spared the touch of Cth’aaghn for they had done no wrong in the natural order of the world. Only humanity had burned and broken so many innocents that they needed to be punished. Lives not only lost in the convent but those lost during pointless conflict now called from the darkness of the void for their own chance at life once again. The goddess heard their cries for new life and answered. So many had been lost throughout time that it would take an army of fertile wombs to return them to life so she searched. Sending out her life giving tendrils toward the dense cities. All those that had sinned in their lives soon found themselves swarmed. Pulled from beds or where they stood. Torn clothing falling to the ground to expose them to the breeding tendrils dripping with potent semen and the ready bulges of resurrected fetuses revived long past.

The need was so great that the tendrils searched out hotbeds of fertile women. Hospitals with their high female nursing staff were struck. The once calm rooms filling with the screams and moans of the professionals. A twisted event as those who sometimes help life along. Now serve a greater purpose to ensure all innocents have a chance at seeing the world once again. The pregnant women in the hospital could do nothing but watch as the staff that had been caring form them ballooned in size. Each bulge spreading their tight birth canals wide as another fetus pushed it's way back into their warmth.

[Siuddithsi]

As a hyperdimensional entity, Cth'aaghn's tentacles didn't have to physically extend from the temple, but the radius expanded where tentacles simply emerged from the air or the wall or directly inside cunts, asses and mouths, outward from the temple. Rapists and killers were changed to female, and old to young if they were too old for childbirth. Teens experimenting found that they were taking more inside them than the handsome studs they'd spread their legs for, after all, if they wanted babies Cth'aaghn can deliver. Those in the nurseries were probed and the ones that wanted babies were given them. The women in childbirth were given the boon that it was painless, and both women and newborns were healthy. The babies from the tomb were long given new homes by now, so Cth'aaghn filled wombs with her OWN seed.

Soon it was nearly dawn. Thousands of women were bound in tentacles, wombs full of soon to be newborns, Mouths, stomachs and asses full of tentacles and cum, all of them orgasming stronger than they ever had before. Men were sleeping soundly, by telepathic command, only the rapists and killers had been changed and impregnated.

Cth'aaghn sighed and breathed, finally satiated, and surveyed her work. "Well, I certainly went overboard on that one" she thought to herself. She began a cleanup. Mentally commanding those she'd punished, never to tell, sucking infants back into herself so there would be no pregnancy or questions about the innocents she'd fucked and impregnated. Many would only remember the night as a strange dream. But the clergy she'd violated knew exactly what happened. The women at the convent, the guilty nuns, the sluts, the innocent were found the next day by delivery people and visiting parents (the few that weren't also too pregnant to move). Samantha woke in her dorm, her stomach, like the other women, as full as if she'd swallowed a VW bug.

The same nurses put aside their dreamlike memories (but if it was a dream, why were they so sore?) to deliver the thousands of babies from that night. The women giving birth, orgasmed from the stretching of each baby coming out. Many of the newborns disappeared in the confusion, portals opening so those born of HER seed could be with their mother. There were so many that the doctors just thought they'd miscounted.

Church higher ups visited in the coming days and called it a miracle. Those who knew what had really happened, covered it up. They couldn't risk the public finding out about the abortions, or that Eldritch horrors were real, and Cth'aaghn had shifted the very earth and stones to hide her temple beyond discovery without dynamite and excavators. When a private investor offered to buy the convent, to help the church deal with the publicity, it was sold cheaply. The new buyer smiled. A petite, slender redhead with c-cups, she repaired the convent were appropriate, liquidating a cache of pre-Roman gold coins she'd found somewhere, for enough to repair and upkeep the convent for decades. Charitably, she opened the convent to any women who needed a place to raise their children. Samantha sees her and knows exactly who she is.
"Hello Samantha", she smiles with a familiar voice. "Perhaps you'd like to join us, to raise your children. Maybe have more. And keep an eye out for sinners. I hear there are a lot of "predators" in the church. Besides me." And her smile almost touches her ears.