Copyright Leowulf (2003) All Rights Reserved
The sky was lit from horizon to horizon by a millisecond blast of lightning.
The windows in the Fast Mart rattled a moment later with the peal of
thunder. Wendy Carlton looked out into the night,
anticipation building within her belly. The Storm was finally brewing, and
would soon hit the town of Mountain Falls. She smiled and hummed as she
swept her store.
Jack "The Ripper" Burns looked up into the sky with a growing sense of
unease. He skulked from shadow to shadow, feeling more the hunted than the
hunter. Stormy nights like this one promised to be were usually the best
for his line of work, and tonight's job would be like taking candy from a
baby. So why was there such a gnawing fear in his belly?
Wendy counted out change for the nervous pup in the raincoat. The coming
Storm, or maybe just the idea of it, emboldened her to suggest the traveler
stop for the night at the Motel 8, one of the two motels the local economy
would bear, where one of her sisters worked. The pup, until tonight like
any typical know-it-all male, had just started his patronizing reply when
another deep rumble sounded. He nodded nervously and hurried on his way.
Jack crouched in the bushes casing the Fast Mart. His watch read 11:45. In
the past hour, the store saw only 2 customers, including the police cruiser
about 11:30 just like last night. He would wait 10 more minutes, then start
to work. It was gonna be child's play. The store clerk was a babe, too;
this promised to be a fun night. Thunder bellowed from the black sky and
Jack fought to avoid crying out in fear.
Wendy sipped her slushy, listening to the announcer on KRSH FM. Her voice
was more hypnotic than usual, and her traveler's advisory held a weighty
tone. If nothing else, this told Wendy that her sister expected this as not
only a storm but The Storm, which their coven had summoned on Summer
Solstice and had been eagerly awaiting ever since. And poor Wendy just had
to be alone tonite. "Goddess, please bring me a male to care for," she
prayed.
"STEP AWAY FROM THE COUNTER, BITCH!" Jack shouted from beneath his ski
mask. He clicked the safety off his Glock 9mm. He felt the adrenaline rush
as he locked the door and turned the Closed sign around. His eyes never
left the babe. Her tits were nice, if a bit small, and God damn was she
gorgeous! "We're gonna have ourselves some fun, and if you ARE fun, you
just might live through the night," He leered.
Wendy stepped back a pace, indulgently obeying the little male the Great
Mother brought her. His demeanor, his words, and the bulge in his pants all
suggested this little male intended to rape her. That this was not his
first such sin was obvious to her, that it was to be his last would soon be
equally obvious to him. She looked up into his brown eyes. She even
managed to keep a straight face. "Please don't hurt me."
Jack smiled beneath his ski mask. This babe really was gonna be fun. In the
words of the locals, he had hit the mother lode. He waved the gun
menacingly. "Get in the back room, sugar, then we'll talk about it." He
laughed. "Who knows? I just might NOT hurt you!" His words and laughter
were suddenly punctuated by a loud crashing of thunder. The Storm had
arrived.
Wendy slipped quickly around the counter as rain started drumming loudly on
the roof. She smiled at her male as he looked about, confusion and fear
obvious in his motions. Good: he had reason to be afraid. She approached
her male confidently, watching his fear grow into fright as the rain
intensified into a real downpour. She tried not to be glad when he wet
himself.
Jack sank to his knees, shuddering, trying hard not to panic. Why was he so
afraid? The Woman was coming toward him. Would She help him? He never
felt so deeply afraid! He knew that he was very bad, and that he should be
punished. Was She going to hurt him? The sky was lit by lightning as
thunder again shook the building. Jack's heart pounded in terror. At the
next peal of thunder, he broke down and wept unashamedly.
Wendy's heart ached with concern for the frightened little male before her,
though she admitted a vindictive satisfaction at his sudden change from
rapist to victim. She watched as his fear gave way to terror. He huddled
under her, moved between her legs as she neared. She gently took the gun
from the trembling hands of her would-be assailant, setting it on the
counter. Wendy spoke softly, sweetly, soothing her shaken male, as he knelt
whimpering at her feet.
Jack kissed the Woman's feet all over, begging for Her forgiveness, pleading
for Her not to hurt him, asking timidly for Her protection. His voice was
near gone from terror. He was paralyzed with fear. She squatted down, Her
thick legs on either side of him. He flinched when She put Her arms around
him, then relaxed tentatively in Her warm, protective embrace. He heard the
Woman speak, Her words a gentle counterpoint to the fierce rainstorm
outside.
"There, there, my little one. Momma's here, and Momma won't let little, um,
Shawn come to any harm. You've been a very naughty male, but now you're my
good little Shawn, and I love you, little one. Momma's gonna love you, and
protect you, and provide for you, and be in charge of you forever, and you
will always belong to Momma. Do you want that, little one?"
Jack, looked up into the nicest, most wonderful face he had ever seen. His
eyes were swallowed in the gaze of the most important and perfect person
ever. His fear subsided as he rested in Her arms. She was waiting for
something. For his response. Inside he knew that this was somehow the most
important decision he had ever made. He nodded, wordlessly but sincerely.
"So mote it be," Wendy said. She sat cross-legged, holding her little Shawn
tightly as the storm raged outside. She felt strength course through her as
her male diminished in size and strength in her grasp. It was exciting,
very fulfilling, and even a little bit frightening. She felt the permanent
bond forming between them as she gave him the certainty of her care in
exchange for his strength and will. She removed that awful ski mask and
noticed his eyes had changed from brown to blue.
Jack the Ripper was gone, wiped out as completely as the rest of the little
male's memories. Shawn Carlton lay in his Momma's soft lap, feeling Her
big, strong arms around his small frame. Momma removed the ridiculously
large clothes from him, and held his naked little body to Her. He felt so
safe and warm in Her arms as She rocked him gently. The fierce storm
outside was a minor distraction. All that mattered was Her soft blue eyes,
the sound of Her sweet voice, the feel of Her warm bosom.
"Thank you, Goddess," Wendy prayed. Shawn's regression was nearly complete.
In the span of a few moments, the male had been changed from a foolish,
hurtful adult into a baby. Into her baby. Looking at her infant son
cradled in her arms, Wendy felt as though she had never been happier. "Love
you, little one," she told her little male baby. At her child's wordless,
cooing response, Wendy felt her heart well up with maternal love, and she
felt the milk in her large, very full breasts let down.
Momma unbuttoned her blouse, and put Shawn to Her breast. He was hesitant
at first, then his confidence in Her love and care grew. He grasped Her
large round breast in his small stubby hands, stuffed Her entire nipple into
his little toothless mouth and sucked hard. Shawn made little whimpering
noises as Momma fed him. Momma's milk filled and distended his little tummy
and made him sleepy. Soon his soft snoring was unheard over the sound of
the Storm.