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A baby for Glenda
By Talent Scout
Constance lay in bed after a bout of weeping, her hand resting on her
belly as she felt the hard knot of a baby within her. Last night, she
could no longer hide the truth from herself - despite all the
precautions, all the medicines and charms she used regularly, she was
pregnant. Her last customer of the night had noticed and had asked her
once he had taken his pleasure with her, his question piercing her
carefully built walls of self-deception. She had broken down crying;
her professional mask slipping away as she admitted the truth to
herself and the man had run off, scared. She was certain Jethros would
come this morning to chastise her for scaring away a client.
As if summoned by her thoughts, she heard a knock on the door and
Jethros asked, "May I come in, Constance?"
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then answered, "Yes, of
course." She lifted herself up into a sitting position as he entered
and sat down beside her on the large bed, the room's only real
furnishing.
"I heard about what happened last night..." he began and she
interrupted quickly.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself. I know that I shouldn't scare
the customers, but..."
The elderly man made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Don't worry
about him, Lydia calmed him down and took good care of him. I'm more
concerned about you, child."
"Oh, Jethros, I'm pregnant!" She wailed, falling sobbing into his
arms."
He held her silently, letting her cry herself out again before he
spoke. "It's a natural condition, dear, not some disaster."
"But what kind of mother can I make? I'm a whore, for God's sake! I
can't raise a child like this and I don't know how to do anything
else!"
"I could find a good home for the child, if that's what you want."
She looked at him, shaking her head slowly. "Yeah, right. Who would you
find willing to take it? I'm of 'inferior stock' don't you know? The
only people who won't turn up their noses can't offer any better life
than I!" Constance said scornfully.
Jethros waggled a finger at her reprovingly. "Come now, dear girl,
trust me. Didn't I take you in when the law caught up with your
parents? Haven't I always treated you well? I take good care of my
girls; you should know that by now."
She relaxed slightly, daring to let herself feel hope for the first
time that day. "Do you really think you can find a home for my baby? A
good one, where it can have a better life than this?"
He smiled at her. "Don't worry. It may take a bit of doing, but I
promise you, your child will be well taken care of."
"Oh, thank you, thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it, child. Now, will you be able to manage customers
tonight?"
She thought briefly, then nodded. "Yes, I'll be fine. Really."
"Good. Now go get some breakfast, you need it, especially now that
you're eating for two." Jethros said as he stood up and left.
Constance stood up and stretched, feeling a great weight lifted from
her. She knew that she could leave things in Jethros' capable hands.
She slipped into a robe and went downstairs for breakfast, letting
herself fall back into the routine of the day. The other girls offered
her their sympathy and she spent much of the day answering questions
from those curious about what it felt like and trying to discover what
charms had failed her. After all, none of the other women wanted a
child just now any more than she had and since she was the first one of
them to become pregnant, the others were very curious to know what it
was like. She resigned herself to their questioning, certain that it
would only become more frequent as things progressed.
---
Sure enough, as her middle swelled, the women asked more and more
questions of her. Constance also found that her customers dropped off
dramatically once her belly became noticeable. While she regretted the
loss of income, the customers she did have tended to be much more
gentle and caring than she was used to and she found that she rarely
had to feign her own pleasure anymore. Still, as her child grew larger,
she worried more and more about what would happen to it once she had
given birth.
She was brooding over the matter one day when Jethros walked into the
parlor where she was sitting.
"Constance, I've been looking for you. I have good news about the
baby."
She felt her heart leap into her throat and forced herself to calm
down. "Have you found someone? What is it?"
Jethros nodded. "Yes, I've found someone. In fact, she's willing to
take the baby right now."
Constance put a hand to her large belly, confused. "But the child isn't
due for weeks yet. What do you mean?"
"She's a sorceress, so I assume that she will use magic to bring about
the birth. She's promised me that your child will be born safely and
that she'll treat it as her own baby." Jethros answered calmly.
She frowned a little at this. "I don't know, Jethros. I'll admit that I
am tiring of this burden and I want a good home for the baby more than
anything, but magic? Are you sure she can be trusted?"
"I am quite satisfied with her oaths, but you don't have to take my
word for it. She would like to meet with you tomorrow and then you can
decide for yourself whether to believe her. Do you want to do it?"
Constance thought for several moments before replying, finally deciding
to trust his judgment. "Very well, I'll go see this woman."
"Excellent. I will send her a message to say that you have agreed to
the meeting. We'll meet at a small house I use for such things, as she
would rather not be seen here, for obvious reasons." With that he left.
Constance tried to restrain her joy - a woman who worried about being
seen in a whorehouse was several ranks above anyone Constance had
expected to find willing to adopt her child. For the rest of the day,
Constance daydreamed about this mysterious woman, alternately hoping
that Jethros was right and worrying that he was wrong, while building
up several ideas of what she was like. Maybe a merchant's wife who
could not have children of her own, or perhaps one of the hedge-mages
who plied their trade in the square. Any of them were far above
Constance's own station. Busy with her thoughts, she had difficulty
concentrating on anything else and it was just as well that she had no
customers that night.
---
The next morning, Constance rose eagerly, dressing in her nicest set of
casual clothes. She felt that her working clothes were far too wanton
for a meeting with the woman to whom she hoped to entrust her child.
Still, that only left clothes far more tattered than she'd like.
Constance just hoped that the woman would not hold it against her.
Jethros lead the way to a small shack, guiding Constance into the room
that served as a study and meeting room. He bade her sit down in one of
the many chairs scattered about while he went to check on their guest.
She made herself comfortable, trying to relax and calm her nerves, but
without much success. After several minutes, Jethros stepped through a
side door, followed by a woman.
"This is Glenda, the woman I told you about. She is willing to help you
with your problem." Jethros said, gesturing towards the woman who had
just entered the room.
Constance blinked in surprise as she got a good look at the woman
standing before her. Glenda was obviously from the upper nobility,
dressed as she was in clothes worth more than this entire quarter of
the city. Then, she noticed the flowing spotless white robes that
marked Glenda as a mage of the highest ranking and her surprise
doubled. Constance had expected the woman to be a low-ranked mage and
possibly a minor merchant or someone else from the lower middle class,
but Glenda was obviously one of the most influential and powerful
people in the city, if not the whole kingdom!
Glenda smiled, looking at Constance with a probing look that made her
feel most uncomfortable, as though the woman was staring into her very
soul.
"Yes, she will do perfectly. You may go now." Glenda said, making a
shooing motion towards Jethros, who took the hint, closing the door
behind him. The woman turned towards Constance again. "He did tell you
what I need of you, did he not?"
Constance nodded. "He said that you would rid me of this burden, but
that you will make sure the baby is born." She said, placing one hand
on her belly, swollen greatly by the baby within.
"Yes, but did he say how I will do that?"
Constance shook her head no, hoping that she wouldn't offend this
woman. "By magic, I would assume, great lady."
"Please, no titles, dear, this business is far too intimate for such
things. My name is Glenda, please use it and let us speak woman to
woman."
"As you wish, gre- I mean, Glenda."
Glenda smiled briefly, then continued. "You are correct, I will use
magic, but that is not what I meant. You see, I will take on your
burden myself, making your baby my own child, in here." She said,
patting her own belly.
Constance looked at the woman, confused. Why would any woman, even a
mage start with somebody else's child like that, rather than just get
pregnant the usual way, she wondered. She asked as much and Glenda
smiled.
"The problem is that magic tends to prevent a woman from becoming
pregnant. If my husband were a mundane, it would be merely difficult
for me to conceive, but as he too is a powerful mage, there is no
chance that we could have a child by normal means."
She mulled that over for a while, before asking, "Why then come to a
whore like me for your child? Am I not inferior stock? Wouldn't I be
giving you a tainted child?" she said, bitterly expressing the opinion
that most nobility had for anyone forced to live in the slums.
Glenda just shook her head. "Say rather that I want to rescue a soul
from suffering through such persecution. I have never put much faith in
that particular belief. It seems to me that those who advocate it most
strongly do so because their own behavior is often worse than that of
the people they look down upon. Regardless, if you give him to me, my
body will make your baby my own in all ways and no one would dare
accuse me of being of 'inferior stock'. But, for the magic to work, you
must give him to me of your own free will."
"I mean no disrespect, but how can I trust you, gre- erm, Glenda? I
know just enough of magic to be wary and I have never heard of what you
propose to do. I want to be certain that my child is safe, even if he
will no longer be mine to care for." Constance said, looking straight
into the other woman's eyes.
Glenda smiled approvingly. "Your concern for your child does you
credit, dear. I swear on my honor, as head of house Leo, your child
will be treated in every way as my own son. Does that satisfy you, dear
one?"
Constance blinked, too stunned to speak. House Leo was the ruling house
of this entire province! That would make Glenda... Her mind reeled from
the thought. When she could speak again, she no longer hesitated - all
she had hoped for was that the woman would be willing to give her baby
to a good home. This was far beyond her wildest imaginings!
"Yes, that more than satisfies me. I will give my child to you with a
joyous heart, Glenda."
"Then take off your clothes and follow me, so that we may begin the
spell." Glenda said, then turned and walked through the door she had
used to enter the room.
Constance paused only a moment before slipping gladly out of the
tattered clothing she wore and stepping through the doorway. She felt a
moment's disorientation and found herself in a decadently decorated
bedroom, the room dominated by a giant bed covered in exotic fabrics.
"What? Where is this?"
"This is my bedroom, dear. Lie down and make yourself comfortable."
Constance turned to see Glenda standing at the foot of the bed,
completely naked. Cautiously, she climbed into the bed and lay down,
smiling in pleasure at the feel of the soft fabric against her skin.
She had never felt anything so soft and delightful to lie on and for a
moment felt profound regret that she would likely never again get to do
so.
"So, what happens now, do you draw some kind of mystical symbols on me
or something?" She asked, thinking of what little she knew of magic.
Glenda climbed into the bed and leaned over Constance, smiling. "Not
for this. For birth magic, the rituals are much more natural." Then,
she leaned down and kissed Constance on the lips.
Constance was surprised by the action and even more by the burst of
pleasure it brought her. She had never been attracted to a woman
before, yet she found herself desperately wanting this one. She kissed
back, entwining her fingers into the other's long blonde hair and
holding them close until Glenda finally broke the kiss. Constance
looked up at her new lover as Glenda straddled her carefully, then
leaned over slowly until the woman's nipples just barely touched her
skin and she moaned in delight as Glenda rubbed her large breasts
slowly all over Constance's body. Smiling, the sorceress shifted so
that her nipples met Constance's and Constance gasped as she felt her
breasts tingle and her milk let down.
"What are you doing?" Constance gasped, feeling Glenda start to suckle,
drinking her milk.
Glenda looked up, milk dripping from the corners of her mouth. "I'm
enjoying your milk, dear. Here, taste some." With that, Glenda sucked
until she had a mouthful, then kissed Constance, passing the milk to
her lover.
Constance savored the sweet flavor, surprised and very aroused by the
act. She kissed back passionately, then writhed in pleasure as Glenda
turned her attention back to draining Constance's breasts. Her body had
never before felt so sensitive and Constance decided that she liked
this magic very much. Soon, Glenda had shifted her attentions down
farther, caressing Constance's swollen belly and the child inside.
Glenda gently massaged the child through the walls of his mother's
womb, encouraging him to turn over and prepare to leave his watery
home. Constance felt the flow of magic deep into her body and felt
things shift inside her as her body prepared to give birth.
Then, she felt her lover plant kisses around her pussy and Constance
spread her legs wide, letting Glenda's tongue tease her inner lips and
stroke her clit, bringing her just to the verge of orgasm, but not
quite pushing her over the edge.
"Please, let me cum." She gasped, feeling Glenda's magic hold her back
as the pleasure and frustration continued to build.
Glenda merely smiled, then she sat up and pressed her pussy against
Constance's and Constance's world exploded.
Constance came; hard as she felt the other woman's labia somehow stick
to her own, turning their two vaginas into one long birth canal. Deep
inside her, she felt the baby move inside her, pushing against her
cervix. Her body strained, readying itself to push the baby out, but a
part of her held back, at the last minute not wanting to give up her
child.
Glenda spoke, her voice soothing. "Come, dear, don't fight it. Give me
your baby; I swear that I will take good care of him."
Constance strained to hold herself back, torn for a moment between the
instinct to keep her child and the desire to give him a good home.
Finally, her desire for his happiness won and she cried out, "Yes, take
him!" as she suddenly dropped her resistance.
As soon as she did, the baby began moving into her birth canal, the
first contraction bringing on a massive orgasm. Another orgasm and
another contraction pushed the child farther towards his new mother.
Candace was flying, buoyed up by orgasm after orgasm as she watched the
bulge inside her move down her body, then into Glenda's. She saw
Glenda's face contort in pleasure echoing her own and pulled the woman
down to kiss her as a massive orgasm rocked her as her baby settled
fully into the sorceress, bulging her belly outward.
Constance felt Glenda's crotch suddenly release her own and she
collapsed into her lover's arms, exhausted from the birth. The other
woman held her close and Constance could feel milk flowing from her
breasts and pooling between them. A nipple brushed her lips and she
automatically started to suckle, too tired to register surprise as
Glenda's sweet milk filled her mouth.
"See, now my body's ready for a child too." Glenda said as she nursed
Constance. "Just relax, dear. You'll feel weak for some time now. Drink
up; it will help your body adjust."
Constance said nothing for a long while, content to suckle from her
lover's breasts, enjoying the addictive taste of Glenda's delicious
milk. She was too tired to notice that she was continually being
switched from one breast to the other, maintaining an endless flow of
sweet milk. Finally, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep,
Glenda's nipple still in her mouth and milk still trickling from her
own breasts.
---
Constance awoke slowly, feeling the bed soaking-wet beneath her. She
tried to shift around and find a dry spot, but felt a pulling from
inside her womb as she did so. Confused, Constance looked down and saw
the umbilical cord running out from between her legs, still connecting
her to the child in Glenda's womb. Her pubic hair seemed much thinner
than before and she looked up at Glenda and felt as though she was
looking at a giantess.
"What's going on?" She asked, surprised to find that even her voice
sounded younger.
Glenda smiled down at her. "I'm afraid that I haven't been completely
honest with you, my dear. You see, I paid Jethros for twins, your child
and you. When you surrendered him to me, you gave yourself up as well."
Constance stared at Glenda, not understanding at first. "What? What do
you mean? Jethros would never sell anyone! He loves me like a
daughter!"
"That he does, child, but he felt you deserve to have a better chance
at life than you got this time around. I told him I could give you that
chance if I decided that you would be suitable."
"What do you mean, 'another chance'?"
"Look at yourself; you're growing younger as we speak. When you are
ready, you'll join your son inside me."
She looked down at herself more carefully and realized that her body
was now that of a sixteen-year-old. Horrified, she cried out "I don't
want to die!"
"Don't be silly, child, you're not going to die. You'll become my
daughter and a noblewoman once you grow up again. You'll even be able
to remember this life, if you really want."
"But..."
"Come now, you hate the life you're living now, don't try to deny it.
Jethros told me all about your history, how you've always wanted to get
away from being a whore. I'm giving you a chance to escape, just like
you've always wanted."
"But, not like this! This isn't what I wanted! I don't want to be a
baby!"
She tried to back away from Glenda and felt a sharp pain inside her as
she reached the end of the umbilical cord. Before she could do anything
else, Glenda had pulled her close again and she felt a nipple brush
against her mouth. She tried to resist, but a little taste of the sweet
milk seeped through her clenched lips, awakening a deep hunger inside
her and after a moment, she started to drink, tears running down her
cheeks. As she suckled, she felt more milk start to flow out of her own
breasts, her excess mass flowing away in her milk.
"That's it, drink up, child. Soon, mommy will make everything better."
Glenda cooed, rocking Constance in her arms. After a while, Constance
felt the flow from her breasts slow and stop as her body regressed past
puberty. She felt a brief flare of hope that died as she realized that
the umbilical cord was still siphoning her away. She felt herself
shrink slowly until finally Glenda could hold Constance's entire body
cradled in her arms.
"Now, child, it is time for you to join your brother." Glenda said,
laying back on the bed, her legs spread wide.
Constance squirmed as she was lifted from her captor's breast, trying
to get free, to escape somehow. Glenda smiled at her, saying "My, what
spirit you have. Your brother will be my husband's heir, but you will
be a most fitting heir for my House and myself. Struggle, by all means,
but it will not change your fate."
With that, Constance was lowered down between the sorceress' legs. As
soon as she touched the bed, she started to crawl away, but she was
brought up short by the umbilical cord again and blinked in surprise as
it actually shrank, dragging her backwards until her feet nearly
brushed Glenda's birth canal. Constance watched as Glenda reached down
with both hands and guided Constance's feet into her waiting pussy,
making soft sounds of delight as she did so.
Constance struggled, but she could feel the tight hold Glenda's muscles
had on her body and despite her best efforts, the first contraction
pulled her inwards ever so slightly and the ones that followed worked
her slowly deeper. She tried to push herself out of Glenda's birth
canal, bracing her small hands against her captor's pelvis, but her
hands simply slipped inside Glenda's vagina and were trapped there by
the woman's powerful muscles. She continued to struggle, but
accomplished nothing except to make Glenda's cries of pleasure more
frequent.
Finally, the swell of the sorceress's belly hid her face from
Constance's sight as it loomed in front of her, the home of her son and
her own final destination. Finally despairing of escape, Constance
watched Glenda's hungry labia come closer and closer, until they
finally closed wetly over her head, shutting out the outside world.
One final contraction squeezed Constance all over, pushing her into her
new home in Glenda's womb. She felt the magic surround her, probing her
mind as smaller muscle movements turned her over, out of the birth
position. She tried to shut out the probing magic, but Glenda
surrounded her now, slowly crumbling her resistance and she felt her
memories fade, taking their place at the back of her mind with all the
half-forgotten events of her life. Soon, even her sense of self faded
away, replaced with a growing feeling of anticipation.
Some time later, dimly familiar sounds of pleasure came from outside
and the child felt her anticipation peak. Within moments, her world was
flooded with a warm infusion and she felt a sense of satisfaction as
her new father completed her conception. At peace, Glenda's new
daughter drifted off to sleep, awaiting her rebirth.
The End
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