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Pet Shop, Part 9 - Male Version
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Summary: An animal breeder is cursed to start personally giving birth to supply his pet shop with animals. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiple breasts.
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Jack hissed a curse. He began to fumble to replace the athletic tape but his breasts were too bloated and tender for him to have any chance of wrapping them.
He got up, grimacing as his four breasts jiggled with his movements. Im busy at the moment, he called through the door. Did we have an appointment?
There was a pause and Jack prayed that Bennett would just give up and go.
I would really like a face-to-face, Bennett responded instead. Alternatively, I can call some of your other clients. Im sure theyd love to learn about your odd insistence on not opening your office.
Jack scowled. It seemed that Bennett was playing dirty now. He clenched his jaw and approached the door, where he laid his hand on the knob. He stood there and stared off for several moments.
Mr. Price? Bennett said.
Finally, Jack drew a deep breath, and opened the door. He slammed it shut the moment Bennett entered the room.
Jack continued to face the door, shoulders tense, heart pounding in his throat.
Mr. Price, I find this highly unconventional. Traditionally, a business owner faces clients during meetings, said Bennetts voice a few feet behind him.
You did not. Schedule. A meeting, Jack responded tartly. Nevertheless, he forced himself to turn to face Bennett, and found all four of his bloated C-cups on display, nipples protruding against the stretched fabric of his shirt.
Bennetts eyes automatically darted to Jacks chest, widening slightly, then staying rapt with focus.
Is this what you wanted? Jack ground out, his face hot. Evidence of how much of a freak Ive become? I assume the next step is blackmail.
Mr. Price said Bennett, finally tearing his eyes away from Jacks chest, lightly shaking himself as he did so. Jack what is this?
Isnt it obvious?
I I want you to say it. Because Im almost certain Ive gone insane.
Jack clenched his teeth, and took a moment, trying not to shudder as his nipples rubbed into his shirt with his chests heaving. Theres something wrong with me. He swallowed. Ive been giving birth to the inventory.
Jack expected a gasp, a grimace, or a camera flash. He expected for Bennett to immediately pull out his phone and start dialing numbers. Certainly, he hadnt expected for Bennett to simply lick his lips.
I want in.
What? said Jack.
The puppies are going to bring in tens of thousands, if not more. I imagine the exotic kittens were your doing as well. This is a lucrative opportunity, and I want in.
Youre insane.
I can help you.
I dont want your help, Jack responded, feeling too vulnerable, and in consequence, defensive. He just wanted to be left alone so he could try to process the transpiring events.
Let me do this. Jack, Im ready to invest in you.
Jack hated being treated like some breeding bitch, like a rare animal, but wasnt that exactly how he was treating himself? Or what? he responded icily. You turn me over to the government? Sell my image to the papers?
Of course not. Bennett frowned, then sighed. Just think about it.
Jack scoffed.
I hope you liked the bras, at least.
Jack cringed at the thought. Yeah he managed, vaguely.
Bennett opened the door, and Jack had to fight not to flatten himself against the wall, for fear that Dean or Mindy would glance their way, and spot the bobbing mounds on his chest that werent supposed to be there.
And youre not a freak, Bennett turned back to him. I think youre exceptional. I want to know more about how you came into this particular condition. I want to know the ins and outs of it, so we can work around the issues youre facing. I think we can make money together. Jack, no one in the industry is doing anything likewhat youre doing. Ill write out a proposal. Perhaps we can meet next week? Over coffee?
Jack turned slightly, arms folded under his chest, but Bennett continued to linger in the doorway, persistent nuisance that he was.
Ill think about it, said Jack quietly.
Thats all Im asking. With that, Bennett left.
Once the door closed, Jack returned to his desk, and slumped down behind it. He groaned, and arched his back.
His tits were getting really full, flesh tight, nipples stinging. He felt on the brink of sprouting a leak, but somehow his flesh was holding in its warm burden, at least for the moment.
Too unnerved by then to even consider pumping himself in his office, Jack threw a jacket around his shoulders, held his briefcase to his chest, and hunched his way out the door.
Im leaving, he called unceremoniously to Dean, who was ringing up a customer at the register.
Dean called something back, but Jack ignored him, and hurried outside to his car. In only moments, he sped his way home.
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That evening, when Jack wasnt pumping or nursing, he was pacing his living room, his mind spinning as he tried to figure out what he would do about Bennetts increasing awareness and intrusions.
Jack could use the money. That wasnt even a question. And working with someone who knew about his condition, would certainly simplify things.
But how could Bennett accept things so easily? Jack found it extremely suspicious. What if Bennett was luring him in to be entrapped or exploited? Who was to say the man was even trustworthy?
Worse, accepting Bennetts investment would be predicated on an agreement. An agreement that Jack continued to produce, and for however long was required. Jack found the thought unnerving. He hadnt signed up for this in the first place, it had just sort of happened.
Jack looked down to notice that his milk was seeping into his shirt from all four nipples. He was sure he had pumped them just recently. Putting on a face, Jack closed his eyes. He took a long draw of air in an effort to tamp down his stress. Finally, he went to his bedroom to get the remaining puppies living there.
He brought them back to the living room and laid down on the couch, piling them atop him, as they squirmed about in their disorderly way. He supposed in another day or two he could take a dozen more of them to the shop to join their siblings.
The puppies atop him were distracting themselves with playing with each other, and hardly seemed interested in his nipples. He shuffled some of them towards his breasts, but they didnt latch on, instead going back to scrambling around.
A moue crossing his face, Jack pulled out his cell phone and began to scroll through his contact list. His free hand idly tweaked one of his nipples. He shuddered as it began to squirt a stream of milk into the air. God, he was so hot, so full.
Hello? responded the voice on the other line.
Jack halted his idle hand, the squirts tapering to an ooze. Breathless and dithering, he managed, I can do a lunch.
Perfect. Bennett sounded pleased, and Jack restrained several obscenities from escaping his lips.
Just let me know the time and place, said Jack coldly, and the two proceeded with the arrangements.
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Jack cleaned up well enough, he supposed. He milked himself to the point of discomfort, then bound his chest, before pulling on a shirt, a sweater, as well as a sports jacket, if just to ensure that Bennetts greedy gaze hardly got a hint of his busty physique. Maybe if Jack was lucky, Bennett would think the whole thing had been a dream.
That was not the case.
That cant be comfortable, Bennett said, nodding to Jacks chest as Jack pulled out the opposite chair. Bennett was lounging back at a corner table at the small, quiet café Jack had chosen for that meeting.
Jacks responding sneer was diluted by the evident belch that escaped his throat even as he tried to cover it with his hand. He blushed and crossed his arms. Lets talk business. He sat down.
Of course, said Bennett agreeably.
Youre the only one who knows about my situation. Admittedly, Ive been navigating around other people with some amount of difficulty.
I would imagine.
Jack struggled to contain his combined frustration and mortification.
A waiter came by with offers of coffee or wine. As Bennett chose wine, Jack waved off both options, and instead sipped from his water glass. As the waiter left, Bennett appraised him.
Youre bloated, Bennett mentioned casually.
Jack twisted his face in irritation, as he muttered, I havent fed them in a few
No, I mean Bennett trailed off, nodding slightly.
Right. Jack held his stomach. He had been avoiding that particularly issue. I think its happening again.
Bennett marveled. This is insane.
Yeah, was all that Jack could really say on the matter. He took another long drink of water. I do need help.
Consider it done. Bennett pulled out a thick folder and slapped it on the table.
For the following hour the two went over contracts, making amendments, agreements, and allowances. Though officially an investor, Bennett would also function as a sort of advisor, working hands-on with the company, even acquiring a small percentage of ownership. The idea was that Bennetts presence would take some of the burden off Jack in terms of keeping up appearances in meetings.
After they had finished, Jack felt nauseated by some of his concessions. He felt as though he had sold off his business as well as his body. He had essentially turned himself into a commodity. The two had gotten just short of assigning him a monetary value, and it was all entirely sickening.
Jack felt breathless and uncomfortable, and found himself fidgeting in his clothes. He gave Bennett a curt nod, put down money for his two waters, then got up, and left without bothering to shake his hand.
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The money that Bennett brought in went towards new dog and puppy containers, an expansion of the shop into the abandoned building alongside it, and new, preemptive sections for the next surge of inventory, though honestly, it was impossible to know what kind of animals it would have to accommodate. The thought still unnerved Jack.
Within only two weeks, his house was absent of anymore puppies. They were all on bottlesmost, formula. Some even had been put on wet food. They were all strong and doing well.
It was a relief to be relieved of the personal burden of taking care of them, but Jacks heart still clenched whenever one of them sold. The pet shop adopted a policy of throughout vetting of all customers who wished to purchase animals, but it still didnt help with Jacks separation anxiety. After all, he had not only carried but nursed the puppies to their present healthful states.
Yet it wasnt normal. Jack tried to rid himself of this misplaced sentimentality. Instead he buried himself in work.
He found himself snacking often, as he had with the two prior pregnancies. He was often partial to juices, and, oddly enough, vegetarian foods.
Jack continued to attend regular meetings, and kept up a full work schedule, even as he put on weight, and the indigestion got worse. He found himself belching frequently, often rubbing his hand into his stomach, in vain hopes of working the gassiness out. He was getting a small belly by then that left him simultaneously hopeful and miserable. His personal and professional lives were clashing so violently he didnt know what to do.
Jack found himself very curious as to what sort of animal he was producing this time. He knew if he saw a vet, they could perform a specialized sonogram, and make just that determination. However, allowing another party to know his secret was not something Jack could risk doing, so he continued to endure his condition blindly.
As his belly grew larger, Jack noticed it was softer than with his prior pregnancies. If Dean and Mindy noticed he was putting on weight again, they didnt mention it, and during bank and investor meetings, people hardly paid any attention to his midsection.
Bennett continued to be a sort of silent partner, and was surprisingly unobtrusive. Only lately, he began to stop by and help out at the shop from time to time, probably because he wanted to keep tabs on Jack, or just because he knew that things were progressing. When Bennett inquired about Jacks condition, in the privacy of the office, Jack indulged him with vague or stilted responses, still wary of the other businessmans intentions. Sometimes he could feel Bennett staring at him, eying his chest or belly through Jacks layers of clothing. Dean and Mindy were not too welcoming towards their new overseer, and Jack tried to take advantage of Bennetts appearances by heavily implying that he was the source of the new surges of animal inventory.
All in all, Jacks life was adopting a new definition of normal and he didnt know what to make of it.
