The Spell
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The Spell
by: Segremores Moon
It was two months before my brother's birthday. The problem wasn't that I didn't know what to get my kid brother for his big 10, it was that I was poor. Our parents had died when I was eighteen, forcing me to take him under my care and get a job, fast. This left us with little money for much else than clothing, food, and a roof to put over our heads, not that either of us really complained, it would have been nice to have some other family members though.
I wandered downtown for a little while, wondering what I would do, my short hair shifting slightly in the wind as it blew past me. My brother was in school right now, he wouldn't be off for a few hours and today was my day off of work, so I had nowhere to go but here, and here I was, just wandering around. At around noon, I rounded the corner into one of the more ghetto neighborhoods, a few shops lining the street before getting into poor and decrepit housing. My feet took me down that road and I looked around to find something interesting to do while I walked.
I found my interest landing on a shop I started to pass, it was some kind of small occult shop, all kinds of weird and fascinating things lining small shelves in the window, most of them looking faded as if they had been there for a while. I stood there for a second, studying the contents of the window before shrugging and walking into the small smokey room.
The room I stood in was almost too crowded for words. Many bookshelves lined the walls and were even used as aisles to divide the room into smaller sections. I looked through the store top to bottom for about an hour and a half and still I had the feeling that I had missed part of it. When I finally found the front counter, an old woman, decked out in some old whispy robes and antique jewelry looked up at me from the other side.
"Aaah, welcome, welcome," she said, her voice rich and cheerful, "you have come to purchase a few wonders from my store? Perhaps a spell for luck? Or a potion for love? What is it you need?" I stared at her for a second, a little amused at her obvious detachment from reality.
"Hmm, you laugh, but I know what you're thinking," she smiled in a conspiritorial manner as she ducked behind the counter, sounds of her rummaging through a few things met my ears as I came closer, wondering what was happening. She came back up and handed me a small, leather book marked simply: "Animal Bringing". I took the book curiously from the woman's gnarled hands and turned it over. There was nothing on the curious little book besides the silver title and the leather. As I was about to open it, the woman interrupted.
"Take that with you, read it elsewhere, it is my gift to you, for making my day a brighter one," her voice sang. I looked at her quisically and smiled, nodding in thanks.
As I left, I could hear her singing something from the back of the store, the music and the book the only company I had on my way back home.
I was exhausted by the time the day was over. I had walked home in time to get my car keys and drive to my brother's school. He, of course, had all kinds of interesting things to tell me about his day. I half-listened as I thought about things, mostly about how our lives were now and how they could have been if my parents were still alive and such.
At home, I switched the tv on and watched some cartoons with my brother, even though I was 20, it didn't mean that I couldn't hang out with my little brother, especially given the circumstances. He did his homework, I tucked him in, before I knew it, it was getting late. I made sure Eric was asleep before I went to my own room and flopped onto the bed, my hand hitting something solid. Looking down at it, I saw the black book. I shrugged and picked up said book, opening it and reading it carefully, the words of the woman still ingrained into my head.
"With these words, the Animal Bringer will find the seed of the creature he is making and bring it new life. Read these words while gazing upon a looking glass, repeat as necessary, the seed of the creature will germinate when the time is desired." After that cryptic riddle followed an entire ten pages worth of english letters that were easy to read but confusing. It wasn't english words that was written, it might have been latin, I wasn't sure. I thought about it for a second and realized what the old woman had meant. This was the perfect thing to give him, for his brother wanted an animal for his birthday, a puppy to be exact...
I shook my head and frowned, this was crazy, there was no way a book of words and some crazy spell was going to get his brother a puppy, but what if it did? I sighed and rolled my eyes, re-reading the instructions. I had to find a looking-glass... a mirror? I think that's what it had meant. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a second before raising the book to eye-level and reading the words out loud. It took me five minutes to speak all ten pages. As soon as the last syllable had passed my lips, I felt a wave of nausea and gripped the white countertop for a second, steadying myself and looking wide-eyed in surprise.
"Dogs," I said simply, tilting my head in curiousity at what I had just said, "dogs?" Suddenly, I had the overwhelming compulsion to go see Buddy, the German Shepherd that lived next door. As if I was a robot, I put the book down and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the front door, I tried to stop myself, but couldn't. Something was drawing me towards that stupid dog. I was out the door, not even bothering to close it behind me, my feet were moving me too fast for that.
I jumped over the fence seperating our yard with our neighbor's yard, as I landed, Buddy trotted up to me, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging as if he were happy to see me. As if in a dream, I opened and dropped my sweatpants and turned towards the dog, my smooth and nearly hairless ass exposed to him.
"What am I doing?" my mind nearly screamed at me. All thoughts were replaced by want as I felt the warm fuzzy weight of Buddy's body descend on my back though, his front paws tucked under my thighs and his cock poking at and finally into my asshole, which spread willingly for him to enter. I lost it then, moaning and panting as I enjoyed every second of the penetration, like some pervert being fucked by a dog.
All else went out of my mind as the dog pounded me raw and then tied, my ass filling to the brim first with his huge fleshy knot and then his full load of doggie sperm. I felt satisfied and fulfilled when this happened, relaxing underneath the fuzzy warmth as he waited to untie from my ass. It didn't take very long before he pulled out of me with a warm sucking sound. I quickly stood and pulled my sweatpants back up over my used ass and walked home, the thought of what I had just done on my mind, though strangely not the guilt. I curled up under the covers of my warm bed and fell asleep, my ass a little tender from the experience.
The next morning I woke as if nothing had happened. The events of last night nearly forgotten as I prepared for getting my brother awake and to school, forgetting entirely that it was saturday. I sat up in bed and smiled as I realized the alarm clock hadn't awoken me, meaning that the weekend was upon us and that we could all sleep in. I went to the bathroom, intent on relieving my morning nature call, as I passed the mirror, I stopped, something wrong with the way my profile showed in it.
With a confused expression on my face, I turned towards the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong with the reflection of myself, as it stared back at me from the other side, I didn't see it. Turning in profile again, I immediately realized what was wrong... my gut, it was no longer flat, it was a little domed. I placed my hand over the tiny bulge, it wasn't much really, but it was enough for me to notice it. I ran my hand across the unexplainable bump on my form and felt that it was unusually firm, strange for being a part of my body. I shrugged it off though, thinking it might have had something to do with a reaction I got from last night's... escapades.
Other then that, the day was pretty uneventful, I went through the morning routine and got out of the bedroom fully clothed to find my brother in the living room, watching tv. I kissed him on the forehead.
"Eww, gross!" he wiped his forehead off with the back of his hand, I snickered, I loved doing that, mostly because he hated it. I smiled and went to get some breakfast going.
The next couple of weeks were just as uneventful as the last, save the ritual experience. I went to work every day, my brother went to school, I got off work, picked him up, and then we enjoyed an evening at home, doing whatever it was we could afford and enjoy at the same time. Of course, there was one slight problem: I was putting on weight. I don't know how I managed to do it, but day after day I was a bit heavier, my gut a bit larger from all the fat I knew I was accumulating. I knew what it was too, I mean I was eating a bit more each day, my apetite was getting a little harder to sate and most of the time I just went hungry since we couldn't possibly afford to feed my fat ass every day. The only thing that bothered me about this weight gain was that it was only in the belly area and it was happening too rapidly... I ignored it for the most part, resolving to get onto some exercise program later on.
A full month after the incident with Buddy, I knew something had to be wrong. My clothing no longer fit properly, I had to purchase some new ones at Goodwill. My boss was rude to me all the time now, making snide comments about my weight. Once he asked me when it was due, putting on of his hands on my now quite large gut, that's when I had a sudden flash of thought.
"Animal bringer?" "Seed giver?" It all made sense now, I was pregnant, with Buddy's puppies. I was quiet the rest of the day.
When I got home, I went immediately to the bathroom, shedding my clothing as I walked. I stood looking at myself in profile, my belly definitely curved and wide-looking, much the way my mother looked when she was pregnant with Eric. I touched it timidly, as if it were a snake that would bite me. My belly was firm and nearly spherical in shape, it had to be true then. But how? I glanced down at my package, human cock hanging over a set of balls... I was still male, how was all of this possible?
In my amazement, I had forgotten to close the door in case my brother happened to be passing by the bathroom. I turned around to leave the bathroom and yelped in surprise as he was standing right there in the doorway, looking at my gravid gut in surprise and wonder. I was ass naked right there in front of my brother, but he didn't seem concerned with that, his eyes sticking to my belly like flies to fly paper. We stood there for a few uncomfortable seconds, me not knowing what to say and him still staring.
I opened my mouth to say something when he stepped closer, his hand suddenly touching the upper curve of my swollen belly.
"Wow..." he said, his face still showing his stunned state of mind, "you really are gonna have puppies?" He looked up at my face, it was my turn to look surprised.
"How did you know?" I demanded, a little harsher sounding than I meant to. His hand suddenly left my roundness and he looked a little scared, stuttering to try and let everything come out honestly, which he usually did when he was being defensive.
"Well... I... I... saw you... with the dog," he sputtered, "he was doing something... to you... putting his thing inside you, you two were having sex... and... and... I thought that babies come from people... having sex... so maybe my brother wants to have puppies.... for my birthday?" He looked up at me hopefully.
"Wait a second," I said aloud, moving past my brother to find the book. I rummaged through my room after slipping on a pair of underwear. After a few seconds I pulled it out of hiding and opened it, reading the riddle again. "With these words, the Animal Bringer will find the seed of the creature he is making and bring it new life. Read these words while gazing upon a looking glass, repeat as necessary, the seed of the creature will germinate when the time is desired." I read them out loud. That must have meant that the seed was the sperm... it would work regardless of who was reading it, the spell worked based on what kind of animal I was trying to "create" and it would take full effect when the animal was desired, which meant on my brother's birthday.
I put the book away and sat on my bed, my gravid gut just barely touching my thighs with its size. I looked down at it, thinking to myself. "I'm going to get much bigger, that's for sure," I chuckled, my brother standing in the doorway, still looking awestruck at my condition. If this was what I had on me at the end of only a month, it'd be twice as big by the time the pups were ready to be born.
"Oh well, looks like I'll be able to get you that present you wanted after all," I said with a grin, I got up with a little struggle, still not used to he weight of my life-filled belly as I went to put my clothing back on. I'd have to take some time off of work, maybe use all that vacation time I've been saving up for a month like this.
The days flew by one after the other than. Every day I resigned to sleep in, becoming more and more tired the more I had to work just at doing things around the house. I called in on the first day, telling my boss that I had to take an unexpected vacation, not knowing exactly when I'd be back to work. Knowing that I was the sole guardian of my brother, he agreed to give me my full vacation time plus pay and that was that. Every day after the first month, getting my brother to school proved to be an entirely different challenge. I had to drive him, since walking was out of the question and he didn't like taking the bus. So, I did so, as usual, until I couldn't fit behind the steering wheel anymore, my middle truly swollen beyond the capacity to drive. My brother happily took the bus instead, telling me simply that he'd do anything for me now that I was doing this for him.
Whenever we were at home, he'd want to be as close to me as possible, always touching my gravid gut whenever he could. Even while I was trying to sleep. Finally, I just let him sleep in my room so that he could cuddle with the puppy-belly while we both went to sleep. My belly grew daily. Sometimes surprising me as I tried to get out of bed with its weight, sometimes just not very noticeable. It grew until I looked as if I could be a mother of twins at nine months before finally stopping completely. That's when I started noticing the movements. It took me and my brother by surprise one day while we were both laying on the couch. I didn't have a shirt on since none of my clothes would really fit me anymore save the sweatpants. My brother suddenly jumped as I felt the same thing, something moving against his skin. We both looked at the spot to see shapes moving across that area of my taut skin. My brother's eyes lit up as he stroked over the area.
The days flew buy in a blur once again until, the big day had arrived. I rolled out of bed that day, not even bothering to put on clothing. What was the point of things like pants and underwear when all you were planning to do that day was drop a load of puppies? I waddled out of the already-open door to my room, my brother was nowhere in sight, leading me to believe that he could hardly sleep in his excitement and had wandered around the apartment instead, wating for me to finally get up. I had to stop halfway down the hallway as a sudden but dull pain hit me in the center of my bulging belly. I gazed through the pain at my taut skin to see a rippling motion, as if many muscles that should not have been there were moving in unison. The pain faded and I knew that it was the first of many contractions that I was going to have.
I stood from straight again and continued my trek down the hallway, rounding the corner belly-first to look wide-eyed at the newly decorated room. Decorated was a word I used sparingly, it looked more like an arts-and-crafts store exploded. Ribbons and confetti was strewn everywhere, the only things not covered in the stuff was the couch and a large blanket-lined basket which I could only assume was where the puppies were going. My brother stared at me with a huge grin on his face, seemingly unphased by my apparent nakedness. Another contraction hit me hard, almost sending me to the ground this time with the amount of pain I was feeling. Accompanied by this one was the sudden burst of water that poured openly from my anus. The warm rush of mostly-clear liquid ran down the back of my legs and pooled on the carpet, something that we'd have to clean up later.
"Woah!" my brother cried out as he bounced around on the couch in his excitement, "they're coming now! They're coming now! Squat in the basket!" One of his eager young fingers pointed at the open (and now very inviting-looking basket) as he said these words.
As another contraction racked my body, a sudden need to push out whatever was inside me demanded attention, my ass feeling like it would burst if I didn't let whatever was demanding exit out in time. I hobbled to the basket and squat over it, my legs spread open around the sides of it and my head leaned over so I could watch myself give birth. Over my huge and now laboring belly, I could just make out my pink pucker. It was bigger than I remembered, looking loose and fleshy. I heard that this would happen, the birth canal has to be stretchy in order for the babies to come out without injury. I had little chance to stare in wonder as another contraction rolled over the surface of my stretched gut, though this one not so painful. With it came that sensation of fullness, I pushed as if I was about to use the bathroom and watched as my anus opened slowly around a large, dark shape. The shape moved as it crowned my pucker, spreading it wide as I continued to push. After a few seconds I had to rest, the perfect head of a german shepherd puppy now hanging out of my body.
I waited for the next contraction. It came seconds after the first one and I pushed along with it. Surprisingly, pushing with the contractions helped the birthing process as the puppy slid easily out of my ass and landed with a soft plop in the basket. My brother moved to clean it with a wet sponge that he had gotten earlier in addition to a bucket of hot water. The puppy moved and snuffled at his hands and the sponge as he cleaned it off. I smiled at my baby but looked down at my still gravid belly and knew that I still had a job to do. I bore down again as another contraction hit and the next puppy was ready at my anus. This time I tried to ride the whole thing out. I pushed just before and watched as my ass yawned open to spit out the second puppy into the basket.
It took the birth of two puppies for me to realize that I was getting aroused by this, above my ass, my thick cock was hard and swaying with my contractions and my straining. I reached down and caressed it delicately, wanting to see what it would be like to masturbate while giving birth, something that I might never get to experience ever again. It was slow, but the contraction still came, I pushed along with it very little, my mind given over to stroking my firm flesh between my thighs. The third puppy slid slowly out of my ass all the same, the sensation of it moving along my innards and across my prostate almost heavenly to my penis. With the next contraction, its body had left mine and I felt as the fourth pup was pushed into position at my anus, its nose forced through. I looked down at my gut and realized that it had all but dissapeared, this had to be the last puppy in there. I waited for a contraction, but it never came, my body was healing itself from the pregnancy that technically wasn't supposed to happen, I could feel my ass returning to normal and the womb inside me disappearing. Unfortunately, the puppy was still inside me.
I stopped stroking off and began to panic.
"Micheal, help me!" I cried out. My brother didn't even ask, with a little effort, he forced one of his hands into my rapidly shrinking ass and grabbed a hold on the puppy's neck, starting to pull it as hard as he could without hurting it. As he did that, I started to push as if I really was just taking a shit, with more effort than I could muster on any other day, I managed to push the puppy and my brother's hand out of my ass.
With that, I collapsed, my body sweating heavily and my ass very sore from the dillemma that almost turned fatal. In the basket next to me, I could hear the movement and whining sounds of four beatuiful puppies that I had just brought into the world.
"Happy birthday Mike, I need to take a nap." I rolled over and passed out.
*****
Years later, life was good. We dropped the old apartment and bought a large house in the countryside. Our land had plenty of area for the animals we often kept there. I quit my job and I started my brother in a new and better school where he quickly made lots of friends. How did we manage this you might ask? Well it's simple. After the pups were born, I got to thinking about the spell I had procured from the strange woman. I mean, if it had worked for one species of animal, why not other animals as well? So, after a little bit of experimenting, it was found that, no matter what animal I thought of while using the ritual, I would always become pregnant and give birth to four of them. Though I hadn't quite gotten to experimenting with larger animals, whales and elephants for instance, I could give birth to healthy horses and cows without a trace of what had happened left on my body. I initiated a few pure-breeding programs where this is what I did, and we ended up being happier for it.