The Storm
by marmot
In which a foolish, hurtful male is given a new start.



The Storm

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.