Ghosts

By Belly577

I arrived at the party late. Sure, everything had been prepared for me from the train ticket to the costume. But I had been a little dubious at being told I was to inherit a large mansion in the middle of nowhere. I got a taxi to the house, as it was several miles outside the town, deep in the forest. The driver, of course, told me that he’d heard strange stories about ghosts in the house, but I ignored him. I had only recently left college and was not about to be put off. I was more concerned at meeting a load of strangers wearing nothing but a flesh colored lycra bodysuit with a fabric fig leaf to cover what little dignity I had. However, my great aunt had insisted that I wear it, adding that I would see why when I got there. The house looked big and menacing as we drove up to long driveway, but as we neared I began to hear music and the sound of happy voices. I hurried out of the cab, after paying the driver, and ran to the large front doors with my raincoat pulled up. The door was answered by a butler who invited me in and (to my discomfort) took my coat, leaving me in nothing but my costume. The house was filled with hundreds of guests, all in similar ridiculous costumes. I looked around for my great aunt, which proved impossible as I’d never met her before. The party was really good fun and I chatted with a few friendly people and had a few drinks. Then I saw why I’d been told to dress this way. Across the room was a girl about my age, dressed in an identical outfit, but with a couple more leaves. She smiled at me when I saw her and beckoned me over. Impulsively I moved toward her, only to see her moving away into another room, with a seductive glance over her shoulder. She moved from room to room in the house, up the stairs and along the landing. The sounds of the party died away until I found myself in a dark room filled with candles. I called out to her a little nervously, and then whirled around as door slammed shut behind me. There was no one there, but I could feel I was not alone.

“Do you know why you are here?” Whispered a voice. I stammered that I did not and was I part of some prank?

“You are here because your great, great grandmother banished us from this world. She was a witch hunter and slew all seven of us one hundred years ago this very night, and you are her only surviving descendant.” Continued the eerie voice. I was worried now, was this a joke or some nutcase about to go berserk?

“We vowed that we would be born again and so we have had you summoned here to aid us in our rebirth. You cannot fight us, if you defy us then you shall suffer.” That made me gulp. Then I heard a low chanting and looked around to see three women in long white robes stepping out of the darkness carrying candles. The extra light showed me that I was standing in a chalk pentangle. Instinctively, I tried to run for the door but to my horror I found that my feet were stuck to the floor. The chanting got louder as did my cries for help. Then slowly in front of my eyes I saw a mist begin to form in front of me. It was white and swirled gently in the air. For a brief moment I thought I saw a woman’s face smiling at me from it.

“To be reborn we need a human host of a witch slayer blood line. That is you. You will be mother to our lost souls.” The mist began to slowly circle me as I watched, too terrified to take my eyes off it. Faster and faster it span until suddenly it rocketed towards me, up over my head, then around and down straight into my ass! I let out a grunt of supprise as I felt the mist push forward and upwards into my anus. The sensation was like warm water pumping up into me. I desperately tried to stop it by clenching my buttocks, gasping with discomfort and shock as the gaseous form moved further into me. My resistance was futile. To my horror, as the invasion of my body continued, my firm belly began to push forward and slowly swell making stretching noises as it distended.

“Don’t resist us. Give in.” whispered the voice again. Glancing over my shoulder I saw the last of the mist disappear into my ass with a sound like an intake of breath, which made me almost lose my balance. I looked about me at the chanting women and pleaded with them to tell me what was happening, but they continued chanting, ignoring me. I prodded my belly in disbelief. What had happened? It felt firm almost like the belly of a pregnant… No! It couldn’t be… I couldn’t be…! The chanting became louder now and I looked up to see another mist forming. My feet were still stuck to the floor and I tried without success to move.

“If you relax I’ll make it easy on you.” This was a different voice, but feminine like the first. “It might even be enjoyable.” The mist began to move again, circling me like a shark hunting its prey. I was begging the women to stop what they were doing to me now as the mist raced towards me. I tensed up, clenching my ass and balling my fists, but with no success. The mist streamed into me between my protesting cheeks with such force it took my breath away. I felt a pressure in my belly and looked down in shock and disgust as it ballooned even bigger, filling with the mysterious mist. With a ‘sshhhoooomp!’ It disappeared inside me. I stood there gasping for breath only to see a third mist appearing before me. I was too exhausted to fight now and leaned forwards with my hands on my knees giving it an easy, un-resisting target.

“That’s it. Good boy. You won’t regret this.” Whispered another woman’s voice. But I did regret it. There seemed to be much more of this mist than the others and as it began filling me I clenched my teeth in discomfort. My body shuddered as it flowed inside me and I let out a long gasp of relief as it finally entered me completely. I awkwardly straightened up, leaning back slightly to balance my now big, rounded belly. I ran my hands over it slowly in disbelief.

“Yes. You are really pregnant.” I looked up aghast at one of the robed women who now stood by me. I recognized her as the ‘Eve’ from the party. “And my are you big!” She said patting my bump. I was too shocked to say anything coherent. The women helped me out of the candle filled room and into an a joining room with a bed. My mind was still spinning too much to resist, so I let them lie me done and begin examining me. One used a stethoscope on my tummy and announced that there were 3 separate heart beats in there, which pleased the others. Finally I managed to form a sentence and meekly asked what was happening.

“Well,” said Eve “Those spirits are inside you now, gradually turning into unborn children. When they’re finished you’ll be pushing out seven baby girls. That’s right, four more to go.”

All I could do was lay there in shock as she continued, explaining about the curse and who lucky I was to be the ‘mother’ for such powerful offspring. I could feel strange movements inside my belly as she spoke, as if new life was starting to stir. That was my wakeup call. I tried to sit up but the women pushed me firmly back onto the bed, as I protested, threatening to go to the police. At first they all laughed, but then Eve moved her face close to mine and spoke softly but in a very domineering way.

“Let me tell you what you’re gonna do and why you’re gonna do it. Firstly you’re staying here and letting us fill you with babies. Why? Because we’re nearly fifteen miles from the nearest house and I doubt in your current condition you could even walk half that distance. Heck, with seven kids inside you you’ll need help just to stand up! Even if you could get help, do you think anybody around here knows how to help a man give birth? You’ve got no choice but to stay here and do as we tell you. Now, it’s feeding time.”

Reaching down beside the bed Eve hefted up a baby bottle the size of a propane gas cylinder and lowered the teat towards my lips.

“Okay now. Open wide. Don’t forget you’re eating for four now.”

I tried to resist but I felt such a… a craving for milk that I had to take it in and start to suckle. It tasted so good. Every time I tried to stop or take a breath Eve would firmly push it deeper into my mouth.

“That’s it. Good boy. Drink it all down. Some men would consider this a luxury. I’m sure they’d be a little more willing than you. You see, this is all womens’ breast milk and essential for making those babies inside you big and strong.” Smirked Eve as she continued to fill me with the rich, creamy liquid. In the back of my mind I could hear voices sighing with pleasure and feel a warmth spreading across my belly.