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Many strange religions have emerged over these past centuries. Some focus on strange acts while others were depended on strange beliefs. But none were as strange as the Cult of the Eternal Pregnancy. This cult was created by the high priestess after she announced that she has been blessed with carrying the embodiment of hope as a child. The child, or children, were to live within this blessed one until the moment presents itself where the hope within the high priestess emerges, granting everyone a lifetime of glory. Many were in disbelief that such a thing could possibly exist, but few have actually got to see the grand belly that the high priestess, leader of the cult, held. If any would behold this grand beauty, they’d be a believer in no time and become acolytes in this ever growing cult.

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The acolytes rushed out of their rooms, hurrying to the mess hall to greet the grand priestess waiting for her followers. They all filed into two lines, positioned on both sides of the giant wooden door. They waited patiently for their grand priestess to appear through the doors. As the doors slowly swung open, the grand high priestess waddled through the doors, her belly precariously leading the way. This large dome dwarfed the priestess in size, having grown over 4 times bigger than their largest naturally impregnated woman. Her garments flow down her gut, cascading down the side and colored in such a way to accentuate the high priestess enormous size.

The acolytes greeted the high priestess in unison, as they do so every day. “Morning, Mother Elizabeth.”

The high priestess would bow slightly towards her followers before making her way to her specially designed chair. As she passed, she noticed one of the acolytes, a newer member, reaching out to touch the gut. “No!” she yelled reflexively, causing the others to look in shock at the new member, who answered with both a face of confusion and surprise.

“Why not?” asked the newer member, receiving gasps of shock by the others, this has been done before.

“Well… uhh… you know, the slightest touch could, uh, send this holy child of mine into labor and I’d like him, or them, to come when out when they decide it’s ready. Premature child birth is an ugly thing.” She chuckles nervously, rushing to her seat. The newer member, Rachel, was left with doubt, eyeing the high priestess suspiciously.

The rest of the day went by normally. The high priestess enjoyed of her very strict morning feast, or breakfast as she likes to subtly call it, followed by prayers in the temple hall and then a session where they spend their days writing future visions of what will happen the day the grand high priestess, she insists on her upgrading her title every once in a while, when she’ll finally give birth to the child of hope.

Rachel, still clouded with thoughts of doubt, had written a darker vision of what the birth will be like. She scrawled all about her page, writing about how this so called prophecy was going to be revealed as a lie and how the high priestess fooled us all with her disguises and tricks. She told about how the acolytes will corner the high priestess and causes her to reveal the true lie that she’s never been impregnated and that it has been all a lie! About how everything she has worked for was wasted because the high priestess was greedy for attention! About how-RIIIP!

Rachel snapped back into reality as she had realized that she accidentally ripped her page while furiously writing her vision. It wasn’t even real to begin with, so it really didn’t matter. She got up and left for the mess hall as all the daily activities have been done. The acolytes just chill around the mess hall for the remainder of the day, unsure what else they should do. By this time of day, the high priestess would retire to her room, not to be seen until early next morning to continue the same routine, getting a step closer to the birth of the child of hope.

Rachel meet up with some acolytes grouped together whispering to each other in secrecy. As Rachel approaches, they cease whispering and begin staring at her. The cloaks all the acolytes are given to wear gives this group a more off-limits feel. “What do you want?” asked one of the whisperers.

“I wanted to know what you guys are whispering about.” Asked Rachel, looking at each and every one of the shadow covered faces staring back at her.

“Alright… but first,” began the tallest of the members, walking towards her, “Do you doubt?”

“Doubt?” she asked, a bit confused by the question.

“Do you doubt the… belly?” asked again, leaning closer to her.

It never occurred to Rachel that wasn’t the only one with this feeling. After a brief recount, she realized this group made up of more than half of the acolytes in this shrine. “Yes, yes I doubt the belly.”

“Perfect, come come.” He signaled her over to their group, walking back to his original spot. As Rachel fit herself into the tight circle of the group, they began once more their conversation.

“I find it strange that none of us are able to touch the giant belly. I remember when my sister was pregnant, she was one of the larger ones and touching didn’t cause her to go to premature labor” began one of the chubbier members.

“Indeed, and at this point, any signs of labor would only signal the arrival of the child. I’ve done the calculations and she’s way too overdue to be in risk of a premature labor. I even took into account the possibility of this being a holy impregnation.” Added another.

The conversations went back and forth, questions the hundreds of odd behaviors of the high priestess and the illogical actions that she has token in consideration of an average pregnancy and a holy pregnancy. The conversation lasted over an hour before Rachel decided to interrupt. “If there is so much doubt that this holy eternal mumbo jumbo hocus pocus pregnancy is real, then… why don’t we do something about?”

“What do you mean?” asked the tall one.

“We confront her, tomorrow, and demand her to show us proof that this be a real pregnancy. I mean from what I’ve heard, she hasn’t given any evidence at all for us to have all this faith, right?” they all confirmed, “Then I say it’s time to see some evidence.” They all agreed once more.

“So what’s the plan?” one of them asked.

“I’ve got one, but we’re gonna need some things. Ya got me?”

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The high priestess woke up to the same beautiful sunrise her window showcases. The best money can buy. She heaved herself up, ready for another day of feasting and sleeping, what more can one ask for in life. She gave her grand orb a large pat, feeling the pressure ripple through her as groans and creaks followed closely. She moans a bit pained, regretting the large meal she takes every hour. Though it is worth all the trouble, she enjoys leading a large cult who admired and prayed for her massive gut, even if it was for the wrong reason. Adoring fans, faithful cultist, you can barely tell the difference.

As she stood on her feet, she stretched back, arching her back, taking in a deep breath, watching as her belly swells outward a few inches before it fell back down to its original humongous size. She waddles down the hall, ready to meet all the smiling faces, waiting to greet her and her great gut in one unison chant. As she pushed the doors open she was met with a single line of acolytes, strange. “What is this?” she asks, unsure what to make of this new routine.

“We want to see the baby.” Spoke up one of the acolytes, aggressively as possible. Two of the acolytes shut the door behind the priestess, making sure she didn’t to escape.

“Umm… excuse me?” the superior grand high priestess asked, hoping they meant something entirely else to what she was hearing.

One of the acolytes brought forward an ultrasound machine, flicking the switches to turn the device on. “We want to see what’s inside your gut! And we won’t take no for an answer.” Repeated the cultist.

The high priestess, frozen in surprise by her acolytes’ high demand, slowly looked around the room, searching for any possible escape routes. She didn’t have time, they were closing in on her. “NO!” She yelled at them and made a break for the door to the right. Unfortunately, she didn’t take into consideration her weight and ended backing herself up to a corner, leaving herself helpless as the acolytes circled her gut and prepped her belly and the ultrasound for inspection.

The high priestess laid helplessly as she witnessed her dear followers placed the sensor, covered in the goo, up to the belly, sending chills and groans all across her. An image showed up on the screen, showcasing everything that could be found within the orb. They were shocked.

“Oh….”

“Was anyone expecting to find this?” none of them affirmed it.

“I was expecting to find nothing… I thought the belly was a fake!”

“Apparently it’s not… just the pregnancy.”

What the imaged showed was a stomach, now thousands times its expected size, filled to the very brim with what they expected was food.

“Uhhh…” began the high priestess, hoping to find a way out. “I never said what kind of baby it was… surprise, it’s a food baby.” She chuckled sheepishly.

The followers were not impressed.

“All this time, we were worshiping a overstuffed gut?” asked one of the acolytes, befuddled by this revelation.

“She’s the false prophet! This church can keep going, we just have to rid of the false prophet!” began ranting one of the more disturbed acolytes, receiving a chant of agreement from the crowd. He left in a hurry, saying he was going to search for something to “pop” the prophet.

“Wait wait wait!” the priestess called out, “You don’t have to pop me! I can get pregnant and I’ll grow even bigger, promise! It’ll be our little secret!” She began pleading.

“Silence, false prophet! Your words mean nothing here in the Church of the Child of Faith!” announced the tall acolyte, officially renaming the church, much to the priestess misfortune.

The deranged acolyte returned, holding a pencil high above his head. “I’ve got it! I’ve got the instrument that’ll rid us of the wretched false prophet!” The acolytes chanted “Huzzah!”

“No no no! Listen, you don’t have to do this! I can get pregnant! It’s easy! And then I’ll grow much bigger! Please! DON’T POP ME!”

But her words fell on deaf ears, or psychotic ears, as the disturbed acolyte approached the huge orb, groaning and wobbling precariously before him. He raised the holy instrument high above his head and found exactly were to introduce it, right below the navel. As he brought the pencil down, it struck just a inch off its mark, puncturing the overtaxed gut of the priestess.

The priestess felt as her once adored gut convulsed and trembled dangerously, giving off roaring sounds like cables snapping under the pressure. The acolytes ran for cover as the holy orb was nearing its end. The orb began swelling outward one final time as it reached its end, the small puncture wound opening just a but wider before…

KABLAAM!!

The enormous gut of the high priestess, once believed to be holding the fabled child of hope, exploded into a shower of chewed up food and blood as it splattered against the stain glass windows and marble columns, decorating the mess hall in what once was the high priestess.

The acolytes emerged and observed their doing. After a few moments of the silence, the deranged acolyte spoke.

“Yeah, now let’s throw that false prophet into the cell!”

The acolytes stared at the crazed man, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea listening to him.

Description
Many strange religions have emerged over these past centuries. Some focus on strange acts while others were depended on strange beliefs. But none were as strange as the Cult of the Eternal Pregnancy. This cult was created by the high priestess after she announced that she has been blessed with carrying the embodiment of hope as a child. The child, or children, were to live within this blessed one until the moment presents itself where the hope within the high priestess emerges, granting everyone a lifetime of glory. Many were in disbelief that such a thing could possibly exist, but few have actually got to see the grand belly that the high priestess, leader of the cult, held. If any would behold this grand beauty, they’d be a believer in no time and become acolytes in this ever growing cult.

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The acolytes rushed out of their rooms, hurrying to the mess hall to greet the grand priestess waiting for her followers. They all filed into two lines, positioned on both sides of the giant wooden door. They waited patiently for their grand priestess to appear through the doors. As the doors slowly swung open, the grand high priestess waddled through the doors, her belly precariously leading the way. This large dome dwarfed the priestess in size, having grown over 4 times bigger than their largest naturally impregnated woman. Her garments flow down her gut, cascading down the side and colored in such a way to accentuate the high priestess enormous size.

The acolytes greeted the high priestess in unison, as they do so every day. “Morning, Mother Elizabeth.”

The high priestess would bow slightly towards her followers before making her way to her specially designed chair. As she passed, she noticed one of the acolytes, a newer member, reaching out to touch the gut. “No!” she yelled reflexively, causing the others to look in shock at the new member, who answered with both a face of confusion and surprise.

“Why not?” asked the newer member, receiving gasps of shock by the others, this has been done before.

“Well… uhh… you know, the slightest touch could, uh, send this holy child of mine into labor and I’d like him, or them, to come when out when they decide it’s ready. Premature child birth is an ugly thing.” She chuckles nervously, rushing to her seat. The newer member, Rachel, was left with doubt, eyeing the high priestess suspiciously.

The rest of the day went by normally. The high priestess enjoyed of her very strict morning feast, or breakfast as she likes to subtly call it, followed by prayers in the temple hall and then a session where they spend their days writing future visions of what will happen the day the grand high priestess, she insists on her upgrading her title every once in a while, when she’ll finally give birth to the child of hope.

Rachel, still clouded with thoughts of doubt, had written a darker vision of what the birth will be like. She scrawled all about her page, writing about how this so called prophecy was going to be revealed as a lie and how the high priestess fooled us all with her disguises and tricks. She told about how the acolytes will corner the high priestess and causes her to reveal the true lie that she’s never been impregnated and that it has been all a lie! About how everything she has worked for was wasted because the high priestess was greedy for attention! About how-RIIIP!

Rachel snapped back into reality as she had realized that she accidentally ripped her page while furiously writing her vision. It wasn’t even real to begin with, so it really didn’t matter. She got up and left for the mess hall as all the daily activities have been done. The acolytes just chill around the mess hall for the remainder of the day, unsure what else they should do. By this time of day, the high priestess would retire to her room, not to be seen until early next morning to continue the same routine, getting a step closer to the birth of the child of hope.

Rachel meet up with some acolytes grouped together whispering to each other in secrecy. As Rachel approaches, they cease whispering and begin staring at her. The cloaks all the acolytes are given to wear gives this group a more off-limits feel. “What do you want?” asked one of the whisperers.

“I wanted to know what you guys are whispering about.” Asked Rachel, looking at each and every one of the shadow covered faces staring back at her.

“Alright… but first,” began the tallest of the members, walking towards her, “Do you doubt?”

“Doubt?” she asked, a bit confused by the question.

“Do you doubt the… belly?” asked again, leaning closer to her.

It never occurred to Rachel that wasn’t the only one with this feeling. After a brief recount, she realized this group made up of more than half of the acolytes in this shrine. “Yes, yes I doubt the belly.”

“Perfect, come come.” He signaled her over to their group, walking back to his original spot. As Rachel fit herself into the tight circle of the group, they began once more their conversation.

“I find it strange that none of us are able to touch the giant belly. I remember when my sister was pregnant, she was one of the larger ones and touching didn’t cause her to go to premature labor” began one of the chubbier members.

“Indeed, and at this point, any signs of labor would only signal the arrival of the child. I’ve done the calculations and she’s way too overdue to be in risk of a premature labor. I even took into account the possibility of this being a holy impregnation.” Added another.

The conversations went back and forth, questions the hundreds of odd behaviors of the high priestess and the illogical actions that she has token in consideration of an average pregnancy and a holy pregnancy. The conversation lasted over an hour before Rachel decided to interrupt. “If there is so much doubt that this holy eternal mumbo jumbo hocus pocus pregnancy is real, then… why don’t we do something about?”

“What do you mean?” asked the tall one.

“We confront her, tomorrow, and demand her to show us proof that this be a real pregnancy. I mean from what I’ve heard, she hasn’t given any evidence at all for us to have all this faith, right?” they all confirmed, “Then I say it’s time to see some evidence.” They all agreed once more.

“So what’s the plan?” one of them asked.

“I’ve got one, but we’re gonna need some things. Ya got me?”

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The high priestess woke up to the same beautiful sunrise her window showcases. The best money can buy. She heaved herself up, ready for another day of feasting and sleeping, what more can one ask for in life. She gave her grand orb a large pat, feeling the pressure ripple through her as groans and creaks followed closely. She moans a bit pained, regretting the large meal she takes every hour. Though it is worth all the trouble, she enjoys leading a large cult who admired and prayed for her massive gut, even if it was for the wrong reason. Adoring fans, faithful cultist, you can barely tell the difference.

As she stood on her feet, she stretched back, arching her back, taking in a deep breath, watching as her belly swells outward a few inches before it fell back down to its original humongous size. She waddles down the hall, ready to meet all the smiling faces, waiting to greet her and her great gut in one unison chant. As she pushed the doors open she was met with a single line of acolytes, strange. “What is this?” she asks, unsure what to make of this new routine.

“We want to see the baby.” Spoke up one of the acolytes, aggressively as possible. Two of the acolytes shut the door behind the priestess, making sure she didn’t to escape.

“Umm… excuse me?” the superior grand high priestess asked, hoping they meant something entirely else to what she was hearing.

One of the acolytes brought forward an ultrasound machine, flicking the switches to turn the device on. “We want to see what’s inside your gut! And we won’t take no for an answer.” Repeated the cultist.

The high priestess, frozen in surprise by her acolytes’ high demand, slowly looked around the room, searching for any possible escape routes. She didn’t have time, they were closing in on her. “NO!” She yelled at them and made a break for the door to the right. Unfortunately, she didn’t take into consideration her weight and ended backing herself up to a corner, leaving herself helpless as the acolytes circled her gut and prepped her belly and the ultrasound for inspection.

The high priestess laid helplessly as she witnessed her dear followers placed the sensor, covered in the goo, up to the belly, sending chills and groans all across her. An image showed up on the screen, showcasing everything that could be found within the orb. They were shocked.

“Oh….”

“Was anyone expecting to find this?” none of them affirmed it.

“I was expecting to find nothing… I thought the belly was a fake!”

“Apparently it’s not… just the pregnancy.”

What the imaged showed was a stomach, now thousands times its expected size, filled to the very brim with what they expected was food.

“Uhhh…” began the high priestess, hoping to find a way out. “I never said what kind of baby it was… surprise, it’s a food baby.” She chuckled sheepishly.

The followers were not impressed.

“All this time, we were worshiping a overstuffed gut?” asked one of the acolytes, befuddled by this revelation.

“She’s the false prophet! This church can keep going, we just have to rid of the false prophet!” began ranting one of the more disturbed acolytes, receiving a chant of agreement from the crowd. He left in a hurry, saying he was going to search for something to “pop” the prophet.

“Wait wait wait!” the priestess called out, “You don’t have to pop me! I can get pregnant and I’ll grow even bigger, promise! It’ll be our little secret!” She began pleading.

“Silence, false prophet! Your words mean nothing here in the Church of the Child of Faith!” announced the tall acolyte, officially renaming the church, much to the priestess misfortune.

The deranged acolyte returned, holding a pencil high above his head. “I’ve got it! I’ve got the instrument that’ll rid us of the wretched false prophet!” The acolytes chanted “Huzzah!”

“No no no! Listen, you don’t have to do this! I can get pregnant! It’s easy! And then I’ll grow much bigger! Please! DON’T POP ME!”

But her words fell on deaf ears, or psychotic ears, as the disturbed acolyte approached the huge orb, groaning and wobbling precariously before him. He raised the holy instrument high above his head and found exactly were to introduce it, right below the navel. As he brought the pencil down, it struck just a inch off its mark, puncturing the overtaxed gut of the priestess.

The priestess felt as her once adored gut convulsed and trembled dangerously, giving off roaring sounds like cables snapping under the pressure. The acolytes ran for cover as the holy orb was nearing its end. The orb began swelling outward one final time as it reached its end, the small puncture wound opening just a but wider before…

KABLAAM!!

The enormous gut of the high priestess, once believed to be holding the fabled child of hope, exploded into a shower of chewed up food and blood as it splattered against the stain glass windows and marble columns, decorating the mess hall in what once was the high priestess.

The acolytes emerged and observed their doing. After a few moments of the silence, the deranged acolyte spoke.

“Yeah, now let’s throw that false prophet into the cell!”

The acolytes stared at the crazed man, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea listening to him.