Idk if this has already been put on this blog here before, but here I go.
A group of explorers/archaeologist discover a hidden temple lost deep in the jungle, as it is there job to do so. So they explore and they discover that lost artifacts of the temple should not be messed with or taken. But as humans do, they never listen and they take some artifacts. That action awakes a curse of a fertility goddess that once ruled there.
So now all the men who were on this team are cursed. The men who, have never had a womb in there lives nor have never know the struggles of motherhood, are now being thust into the role of vitality. Their bellies and chest swell to accommodate the new life growing inside them. Then are forced to give birth, so then on so the cycle repeats for every man who was on that expiditon team
I actually did something like that, but never mind that. Ain't nothing wrong with multiple takes on similiar topics! ^~^
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Hidden within a luscious forest somewhere down where barely anybody dares to venture hides a temple, wellknown, venerated and protected by the curiously male-only local community for millenia well enough barely anything is known about it in the outside world.
It's been a difficult task to convince locals to let the group of outsiders there, even for educational reasons, but their leader finally caved under the condition of no harm done to this sacered place.
The temple, out of this world. Intricate masonary decorated in various symbols of sprouting nature, all illuminated by lighting scattered in various crystal artifacts.
But even before the group could began their research proper, human nature of a human took over. Whether by accident or not, the gem made decorations shattered, bring darkness, and an army of furious locals, to the temple.
One by one, the dozen men were dragged out and brought to the centre of the nearby village, where same man who once let them view the temple waited, unamazed yet unhappy.
In an almost ceremonial way, he cut open the shirts and top off all culprits, revealing that evey single one of them now bears on their stomach one of the markings observed on the walls of the temple... and on some of the "chubbier" local men.
"She bless you for crimes." the leader spoke with cold yet satisfied face, guiding his warriors to stand down.
While seemingly pardoned, it quickly became obvious they were in no way free. Under constant observation and prohibited to leave, yet also ostrocised and unspoken to, making them prisoners like any other, waiting to be saved by their own authorities.
But even though they had their fake freedom, the men started to experience... changes to ther bodies. Day by day, another curve appeared here, another one there. Each and every one of them roundening, slowly and methodically. Abdomen pushing outwards, not soft, but tender, chests getting fuller, sorer, almost as if they were...
Those days turned into weeks, then months, and yet no rescue seemed to come. No one to free them, no one to find out what has happened to those missing, and so, as the time passed, their bodies grown. All of them sprouting still growing guts - full, heavy, round - almost as if something was alive was inside, right underneath that symbol stretched over their swollen bellies.
Enough time spent with the locals, unwilling to converse as they were, gave some clues for the uncomfortable truth each of them denied. That "tatto", the symbol, a supposed gift from the goddes whose temple they devastated and the so called reason for the local male only population. Marking. A blessing that allows the wearer to carry offspring.
Obviously, being the men of science, the group had no belief for supersiticions, needing a concrete proof as to why their supposed wombs are swelling with presumed pregnancies. But whatever the truth behind their state was, there wasn't much time to dig for it, as their ever growing bodies left all of them in state either too heavy or too unwilling to move, having to be taken carre of by the villagers in an almost worship like ways.
But the proof they needed came on its own, on the infamous day when dozens of men struggeled simultaneously with the miracle of bringing life to the local community en masse.
And yet, even after that, after the men went through something scientifically impossible, their troubles were far from over. Not long after, they began to swell wit offspring again, and after they were done, again, and then again, and again. Those dozen men becoming the sole source of population of this village for years to come, all due to a supposed whim of a goddess none of them even belive to exist.