Months had passed since Trevor’s encounter with the Maya statue in the ancient temple deep within the jungle. The memory of that night—the cold stone hands, the throbbing pressure, the ecstasy mixed with pain—still lingered in his mind like a fever dream. He had tried to rationalize it as hallucination, but the growing swell of his belly told a different story.

Trevor’s once-slim hourglass figure had transformed. His hips widened, his belly rounded, and his breasts grew heavier, a stark contrast to his otherwise slender frame. The changes were unmistakable, and the genetic tests confirmed the impossible: he was pregnant. The doctors were baffled, their science unable to explain the constellation of cells growing inside him. Trevor knew the truth. He was carrying the child of the statue.

As his due date drew near, Trevor felt a growing unease. The statue had not forgotten him. He could feel it. The jungle whispers seemed to carry echoes of its presence, as if the figurine was calling to him, drawing him back to the temple where their encounter had begun. Trevor’s heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. He yearned for the statue’s touch, even as the thought of it filled him with dread.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Trevor found himself standing at the edge of the jungle, the ancient temple looming before him. The stone structure was eerie in the fading light, its carvings of gods and spirits seeming to watch him with knowing eyes. He took a deep breath, the humid air thick with the scent of earth and damp stone, and stepped inside.

The temple was as he remembered it—cool and quiet, the air heavy with the weight of centuries. The statue stood in the center of the inner chamber, its stone form proud and unyielding. Its large stone penis stood erect, glistening with the same ethereal fluid that had impregnated him months ago. Trevor’s heart raced as the statue turned its head toward him, its hollow eyes filled with an eerie intelligence.

"You came back," the statue’s voice echoed in Trevor’s mind, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down his spine.

Trevor swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he placed them protectively over his swollen belly. "I didn’t have a choice," he whispered. "I’m... I’m having your baby."

The statue’s lips curled into a knowing smile, and it stepped forward, its stone feet silent against the ancient stone floor. It reached out with one large hand, its touch surprisingly gentle as it cupped Trevor’s belly. Trevor gasped as a wave of warmth spread through him, the statue’s touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The pain in his lower abdomen intensified, the contractions beginning in earnest.

"I will help you," the statue said, its voice filled with a dark tenderness. It guided Trevor to lay on his side, one leg bent and the other stretched out, and positioned itself behind him. The statue’s thick stone fingers coated with its silvery cum, spreading the lubricant over Trevor’s swollen, stretched vagina and the puckered ring of his anus, preparing him for the intense labor to come.

Trevor screamed as a powerful contraction ripped through him. The statue’s hands gripped his hips, its stone fingers digging into his soft flesh as it held him steady. Trevor’s vagina, already stretched to its limits, spread wider with each push, the delicate pink flesh strained and engorged. The inner ring of his ass swelled and pulsed, the pressure building as the baby moved lower into his birth canal.

"You are doing well," the statue murmured, its voice a low rumble. "Push, my love. Give birth to our child."

Trevor gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with effort. His vagina stretched obscenely wide, the thin lips pulled taut over the bulging head of the baby. The statue’s lubricant coated his flesh, easing the passage in the only way it knew how. Trevor could feel the intense pressure, the burning stretch that threatened to tear him apart.

The statue's massive hands moved between his legs, its fingers probing gently at first, then with increasing pressure.

"Ready yourself," the statue murmured, its voice thick with anticipation. "The birth will be painful, but necessary."

Trevor whimpered, his hands clutching at the stone slab as the statue's fingers began to spread him open. His vagina was already stretched taut from the pregnancy, but the statue's massive fingers dug deep, stretching him further, preparing him for the birth.

"Ah! Oh god!" Trevor cried out, his back arching as the statue's fingers worked him, his own wetness mixing with the statue's old cum still mingled within him, acting as a crude but effective lubricant.

The statue's eyes never left Trevor's stretched opening, its massive fingers continuing to widen him, to stretch his ring tight, preparing him. Trevor knew this act was how Maya'd begun his pregnancy in the first place, and now he was being prepared in the same way… only this time, it would be the other way around. Already, he could feel the immense pressure building within him, the statue baby pushing down, seeking to force its way out.

Trevor screamed, a primal sound that echoed through the temple and reverberated through the jungle beyond. The statue's fingers dug deeper, spreading him wider, relentless in its preparation. The pain was immense, but so was the pleasure, a twisted duality that left Trevor breathless and gasping.

"The head is coming," the statue rumbled, its voice a low growl of excitement and anticipation. "Push, Trevor. Push!"

Trevor obeyed, bearing down with all his might. The statue baby's head crowning was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced, a searing burn that bordered on agony. His vagina was stretched to its limits, the ring swelling and puckering around the baby's massive stone head. The statue's fingers pressed deeper, helping to ease the baby out, guiding it gently but firmly.

"Ah! Fuck!" Trevor screamed, his body writhing against the stone slab. The statue's fingers were ruthless, digging, probing, ensuring the birth went smoothly. He could feel the warm wetness between his legs as the statue's cockdrip, cloth rubbed across his labia, intensified, soaking him, prepping him.

Another push, another scream, and Trevor felt the baby's head slide out, the pressure easing slightly. But only slightly. The shoulders were next, and then the body, a giant stone baby with a small, pruned meat lima bean bug sized meat cock, pushing its way out.

Trevor's stomach clenched, his body shivering as the statue baby finally emerged, finally, fully born, safe in the statue's massive hands. Trevor lay there between hyperventilating and the statue's arms, panting, sweating, his body aching but filled with a profound sense of relief and joy. For a moment, there was only the sound of his ragged breathing, the statue's breathing, and the baby's static silence.

The statue cradled the baby gently, its rough fingers moving with an unexpected tenderness. Trevor could see the wonder in its eyes as it examined the stone child, the same wonder he felt looking at his own business turned belly and baby.

It placed the child in Trevor’s arms, its tiny stone fingers curling around Trevor’s thumb. Trevor looked down at the small, perfect form, his heart swelling with a love he had never known before.

You did well, Trevor," the statue said, its voice filled with awe. "Our child is beautiful."

Trevor nodded, too exhausted to speak. He felt the statue’s strong arms lift him, carrying him and the baby back to the temple’s inner sanctum. Laying him on a soft bed of ancient tapestry, the stone figurine laid down with him and their infant, wrapping them all in its protective embrace. "Rest now." the statue commanded softly. "You've earned it."

Trevor nodded, his eyes already fluttering closed. As sleep claimed him, he could feel the statue's warm presence beside him, its strength and power a comfort rather than a threat. The temple was silent except for the soft sounds of their breathing, the ancient stones bearing witness to this strange and wondrous moment.

As he drifted deeper and deeper into slumber, Trevor's last waking thoughts were of the journey that had led him here, the adventure, the passion, and the discovery of new meaning of life.

As sleep claimed Trevor, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. The statue watched over them, its presence a comforting, constant force. Trevor knew that he was no longer alone. He had a family now, a family forged from stone and flesh, bound by an ancient magic that defied all reason.