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The Mother Witch
The following story contains graphic scenes of unbirthing, so if that is
not your thing, please enjoy my other stories. This story came to me
while thinking of the phrase in the first sentence. It was my way of
seeing a population as potential sexual mates but with only my permission.
Chapter 1
It's an empowering feeling being able to look around a room and choose who
I want inside of me. It's not a matter of whether they want to be or not,
the answer is always yes. Men are all the same. They all want to be
inside of a woman perhaps to return to where they started. It drives
their soul. It consumes their intellect. It is the reason they do
anything at all. It is all about the chance to go back inside of a woman,
and using that drive to get what I want does not make me a bad person or a
predator. No, that makes me the best thing that has ever happened to
them. It makes me the most important person in their world. It makes me
a mother...their mother.
All of the men mingling around all have the same goal. They are all
looking to bed a girl for the night. I don't have to visit singles bars
or dating websites to get who I want. I only have to go to where the
finding a mate is not the central theme so there is no expectation of
being hit on - the company Christmas social. It's more like shooting fish
in a barrel, really. Every guy here was hired to become one of us. They
just don't know it. We all work for the same owner, my owner, Ms. Eve.
She's the first witch and CEO here and I am one of her recruits. I am The
Matron, and my job is to convert the workforce into a more acceptable and
useful form.
"Hi there, you're Maria, right?" a curious voice turns my attention to a
slender young man standing proudly, thanks to the open bar, beside me.
Judging from his ill-fitting suit jacket and blas? attitude towards his
superiors, he's probably one of the interns. It's annoying when the boys
don't see position as a barrier, but I'm pleasantly surprised by his
forwardness. Usually, the subordinates are more meek around upper
management, and I like it that way.
"And you are?" I inquire using my best haughty voice creating a situation
that would melt lesser, if not fueled by alcohol, boys into a fetal
position. I turn my body towards him to let him know he has my full
attention putting extra effort into my rounded midsection from a
previous...pregnancy to remind him who he's talking to. I am a matron,
dear, what would I want with a puny little boy like you?
He stammers and glances at some other guys in the corner behind him giving
away his support group. "I'm Joey, ma'am, and I want you to know that I
think you are pretty," he slurs. Silly boy can't hold his alcohol. Bless
his heart, he's doing the best he can trying to come across as desirable
and masculine. What he doesn't know is that he's a total noob within the
business world, and he's too na?ve see how obvious this glaring oversight
is. Still, I have a job to do. Maybe I can test his steel to see how
well he fares under duress. He's already won the battle, I just want to
see how much he wants the prize.
"Is that so?" I respond. "You don't mind my, um, baggage?" Referring to
my semi-pregnant belly and large bust on display by a low-cut evening
dress. Due to my status within the company, I have a permanently fertile
physique. Some would call me a MILF. "How do you know there isn't a
large husband on his way back from the bar?" I press.
"I know you're not married," he confidently states.
Feeling amused and somewhat impressed I ask with a smirk, "How are you so
sure?"
"Well, umm. My coworkers say you aren't, and I've been watching you for
the last hour. You've been alone the whole party." His confidence is
starting to fortify. The guys behind him are all twittering like little
girls.
"How astute of you. Tell me your name," I demand.
"Joey. I work in accounting. You came in one day to speak with my
manager. You walked by me in the hallway and I've been in love with you
ever since." Either his confidence has grown too big for his britches or
the alcohol is doing the talking. Either way, he's been forward and
honest with me and I can't let that go unrewarded. Plus, he's so cute
revealing his feelings to me like a fifth grader on his first date. Okay,
Mary, keep it together. Strong. Stay firm and strong. Please don't
blush.
"Okay, you have my attention Joey. Did you friends over there set you up
for this? You know sexual harassment is cause for immediate termination,"
I firmly state in as an official voice as I can muster. Let's see how he
handles this threat.
Visibly wincing a little, he gathers himself and takes a step closer.
"I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. I think you are
beautiful, and I want you to know that I want to get to know you better if
you are interested." His voice quivers a little or maybe I'm mistaking it
for the alcohol slurring his speech.
"You want to get to know me better?"
"Yes."
"Joey," I lean forward so that my breath is brushing past his ear, "you're
gonna get to know me way more than you expected." The young intern jolts
as if he touched an exposed wire. "Wave goodbye to your friends, Joey.
They may not recognize you when I'm finished with you." With that, I grab
his arm and lead the startled young man into one of the back offices
visibly letting his coworkers know that their friend was successful.
Ignoring his feeble attempts at asking where I was taking him, I find an
abandoned office, open the door with a wave of my hand and drag him in.
Once inside, I wave at the door to close it and push my new conquest back
behind the only desk.
His eyes were still unfocused from the abruptness of our trip as I turn
around and ask him to unzip the back. Inebriated by both the alcohol and
the exhilaration of the possibility of fucking the hot preggo boss he
obediently pulls the zipper down. It hesitates a few times letting on
that he's very nervous and probably a little scared at the turn of events.
He doesn't realize the blatantly obvious signs that he's not the winner he
thinks he is. Why on Earth would an upper exec allow a lowly noobie to
talk to her, much less touch her? No. He's not the suave cocksman he
thinks he is, and he fell into my trap. I'm him to fulfil his desire to
be inside of a woman. Joey, here, is about to learn the inner-most secret
of our company. We only promote girls, and he's earned a promotion.
I let my dress fall over my shoulders where it stops at my bulging,
motherly belly exposing my swollen, dark nipples. They pulse a couple of
times readying themselves for what I'm about to do. My breasts' weight
seems to increase as they firm up from within. Mmm, I love this part.
It's like my body goes through super hormones firming up in some places
while loosening up in others. It's preparing itself for dinner.
As I turn around to face my young boy his eyes gawk at the image in front
of him.
"Well, aren't you going to help me remove my dress?" I sternly advise.
His hands tremble as they reach up and ply the fabric over my belly. If
he knew any better, he'd know that it isn't as firm as other pregnant
women. It's not full like theirs. With him pulling my dress over the
crest and down to the ground I grab his head with my hands.
"Kiss me there," I demand. "Show me how much you want to be in me."
Without hesitation, Joey dives his head into my pantiless crotch licking
and sucking on as many pieces of flesh he can fit into his mouth. God!
This boy has no idea how to satisfy a woman. These boys all think they
have superb bedding skills when they haven't the clue as to how to work
our equipment. What makes him think he could bed a powerful witch like
me? It's a shame that very few are. Oh, how I wish someone would just
write a book about how to pleasure a woman correctly. Too bad we aren't
in the publishing business.
It doesn't take long to conclude that I'm not going to get any
satisfaction with him orally. What a waste. At least I'll be able to
show him his faults when he comes back to work in a few weeks.
"Now, Joey. I need your attention up here. Could you help me out up
here?" I command as I bring his head up to my protruding left nipple. He
diligently accepts it and begins to worship my firm breasts. That's it.
That's the catalyst. He doesn't know that he's just committed to his fate
as one of my subordinates. My new recruit greedily sucks at my breast
triggering a sequence of events that cannot be stopped causing a warmth
and tingling to spread across both of my swollen breasts. They relax
opening something within allowing several streams of milk to spray out in
various directions. That's it, my child. Take me into you. Feed. Make
us closer.
Much like an incoming orgasm my body begins to move on its own. I need
access to his belly quickly. I need him topless now. Urgently, my hands
hurriedly reach down to pull this shirt over his head as he raises his
arms to assist. Keeping him happily suckling on my breast I lean forward
into a supine position behind the office desk shielding my conquest from
passers-by. Once down I straddle his topless form while keeping my
breasts accessible to his hungry mouth. That's it little Joey enjoy
momma's milk.
I'm at the mercy of my body's mechanizations as if in throes of an orgasm.
Flutters of convulsions seem to come and go throughout my body as my hips
begin their uncontrolled rolling and I cry out in passion. My breasts
seem to press my milk out even harder into my subject's mouth. With some
effort I can almost consciously press the streams out. The space behind
my belly button begins to spasm and my hips spread out forcing them to
grind harder into Joey's abdomen. Finding his belly button my torso
presses down uncontrollably forcing out a grunt. I need to press harder.
My body requires me to press harder. Unlike a woman's orgasm though, my
pussy opens wider with every convulsion. My slick lips strain as they
become victims of the unrelenting pressure from our connection. I can
feel it press down now. From deep inside me, I feel a connection vying
for access to the boy beneath me. It jerks downward with every
contraction. The pressure is too great. I scream out as if in labor.
Slowly the pressure crescendos with every part of me bearing down onto his
abdomen as I wail in exasperation. Joey joins my cries for a split second
as we form a connection.
Then silence and a sudden release of endorphins pouring through both of
us.
He groans and winces underneath me feeling uncomfortable with our new
relationship. I can feel him. I can feel his heart pumping my blood back
into me. I can feel its rapid beating and the stress of not knowing
what's happening. I can feel his energy flow into my center. Waves of
blood flow as he bears down on his new lifeline awkwardly examining his
new appendage. He struggles and jerks unconsciously. His blood flow
begins to slow its insistent pressure. It's not his blood anymore.
Slowly, his heart and lungs begin to accept their new fate. They are not
the sources of his life force anymore. They are merely relay stations
helping me pump my nutrients into him. With a quiet stutter, his lungs
and heart relax as they are not needed anymore. We are one now. We are
mother and daughter.
"Shh, my child," I whisper in an effort to calm him. "You said you wanted
to get to know me better. Now, you will get what you wish for, my
sweetie. You're going to be one of my new recruits," I breathlessly
assure him panting to catch our breath. "You are going to be beautiful."
Joey's moth releases from my nipple now that it doesn't need my milk
anymore. He's confused by the sudden lack of an appetite and apathy to
continue lovemaking. He didn't really get off. One moment he was
worshiping this lady's bountiful breasts, and the next moment he'd dazed
staring up at the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He's almost
sleepy. Did he orgasm? He doesn't remember having sex, but he's in the
throes of the same euphoria that follows one.
Exhaustedly he opens his lazy, unfocused eyes as if he's opening them for
the very first time. Above him, an angel observes him from upon high.
She towers over him framing not only his vision, but his psyche. She's
more than a lover. She's more than a woman. She's his mother.
"There, there, sweetie," I console trying not to yelp at the waves of
energy coming from within him as my vagina yawns further and further open.
I know that he's not really paying attention to what's going on around
him, but I like to believe that it comforts him as he begins his journey.
On impulse, my body straightens up above him. Between my legs, this young
intern has now lost almost half of his mass as he continues to shrink down
to a more manageable size.
I've been waiting for a long time for this. I don't get to feed as often
as the others do, so it's a pleasure when I do. I empathize with little
Joey. It wasn't that long ago when I was being drawn into my new mother.
Chapter 2
I met Ms. Eve at a mall many years ago when I was still male. I was
perving at the new mothers playing in the children's area. I had a thing
for young, pregnant girls, so I would sometimes stop and take in a few
minutes of the sights as I shopped.
"Which one is yours?" an accented smoky voice questions from behind. I
turn around to see a strikingly beautiful olive-skinned woman of possibly
Eastern European or even Middle Eastern descent. My eyes immediately lock
into her deep, blue eyes surrounded by dark mascara. "Well, which one?"
she impatiently demands.
I stammer and stutter. My mind forms a block as to what to say.
"None of them are yours, are they? You're just looking at the young
mothers. You have a thing for young mothers, no?" Her voice is both
intoxicating and penetrative. I continue to stammer unable to form a
coherent thought, much less a sentence. "You'd like to join them, no?"
"Yes," I weakly whisper unable to really control my mouth.
"You, come with me. I have way. You become one of them," she demands as
her hand grips my arm and drags me towards a service tunnel. My body
meekly follows along. Why aren't I more interested in running away? It's
like I don't care anymore what happens.
We find an alcove that doesn't look like it's been used in some time. The
mystery woman shoves me against the wall bumping my head against the
cement wall. She then takes two steps back and pulls her one-piece,
ornate dress down over her large breasts exposing the large, dark brown
nipples to the air where they instantly pucker. My sudden apathy gives
way to pure lust as my hands reach out to fondle them.
"Is this what you like?" she inquires. Still unable to form words I nod
my head excitedly. This woman then pulls the fabric over a large,
pregnant belly forcing the dress to stretch and compress into the skin.
Funny, that belly wasn't there a moment ago.
"Join me, little man. Help me make more young mothers."
"Okay," I spill out not knowing where this is going.
"Take your clothes off. You can't do this with your clothes on, silly
boy," she chuckles. My arms begin to take off my clothes with such an
abandon that I could hear some tears. "Good, now let Eve do the rest."
Chapter 3
Big man Joey isn't so big anymore. He's more of a little boy Joey all
nestled between my bent legs. Thankfully, I can still adjust my legs, but
everything within my torso is happening by autopilot. After all of these
years, I still can't understand how she was so blas? about this process.
It's so encompassing. Every part of my body is working so hard to take in
my new recruit. My heart is pumping with an unnatural strength and I
can't stop loudly panting. The fact that I don't crush little Joey is a
miracle, but I can't imagine the control she had when she became my new
mother. The next part is going to be pretty strenuous on both of us, so I
need to lean back and support myself so that I don't harm myself or my
child. The second we became connected my feelings for this brave, little
intern transform from domineering boss to loving mother. It's hard to
understand if you have never experienced it, but there's a sudden
relationship that is created and it's in my nature to become nurturing and
protective of my new child.
None of his arms or legs is working so they curl up in a natural fetal
position and his random grunts have turned into babyish squeals and
babbles. He still has his manhood, but it won't be there for much longer.
The next stage is signaled by an urgent fluttering deep within my womb
telling me that I'm about to go into labor. Without any buildup, a sharp
spike of pain and contractions hit me and I bend over screaming out. The
pulling becomes more urgent as the tiny baby is aligned at my entrance.
Another burst of contractions hit as I reach down to try to insert his
little legs. With each contraction, my opening widens in a yawn burning
the outside of my lips from the tension. Enduring the greatest amount of
pain, I continue to press his feet inside my gaping vagina until it closes
down around his legs in an inwardly drawing motion. Another wave hits and
he's pulled in a little more. Wave after wave washes over me as my little
child is drawn into his new home. It's the queerest thing to feel your
cervix actually grab and pull a mass inside. With each inch of him pulled
in, my belly begins to harden as it fills. The head is usually the
hardest to encompass and usually requires me to press in with my hands.
The size burns my vaginal walls, and the pressure inside seems to double.
A sudden, last contraction hits the hardest knocking the breath out of me
causing me to see flittering stars. It last much longer than the others,
but I know that it's important. It's closing the entrance to my womb
sealing little Joey inside. The next series of weaker contractions come
and go, but by now I'm completely exhausted so they don't register. I
pull my legs up and lean over to my side gently hugging my now-expanded
belly in my own fetal position matching the child inside and close my eyes
to rest.
We all need to feed on men, but each of us does it a different way. My
curse, or blessing if you ask Ms. Eve, is that I fulfil the order's demand
that all new witches must be born of a witch. I guess you'd say that I
make her business venture legal in the eyes of the order whereas I must
give birth to each new recruit. Well, many of my new children also become
matrons, so I'm not alone with the responsibility. In the process I get
to feed off of their masculinity. It begins almost immediately when we
connect, but it's just a slow trickle. It's a very complicated process
reducing them to an infant state then bringing them back. Once I take
them in I feed on their masculinity over the course of two weeks or so
depending on the person slowly changing them into a carbon copy of myself.
That is probably why I don't remember going to accounting. I would never
set foot in that dark, smelly office. It must have been one of my new
matrons.
The other sisters all have their way of feeding, but my way is the only
way we can grow as a business. I'm the most important instrument Ms. Eve
has. The others may run the business, but they feed like vampires. Lilly
literally sucks the masculinity out of her men. Sure they sometimes
change genders, but they could never be promoted due to their lack
of...pedigree. It is only my recruits that are promoted. Unfortunately, it
also makes me a target for jealousy. We don't all get along. In fact,
most of the sisters despise me. It's enough that I need to keep an ear
out to gauge how threatened I am. We keep our feud private in Ms. Eve's
presence, but even she knows of conflicts within her business. That is
why I have scheduled to go on an assignment somewhere for the next few
weeks. I won't be able to defend myself well in my current matronly
state, and some distance always helps heal wounds.
But first, sleep...
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