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To Science, Part 8
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Summary: After Connor's comatose body is donated to science, he wakes up to find himself adorning large, expanding breasts. Contains: Male: breast expansion, lactation, possible breast impregnation later on.
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Maybe you should ease up, Pete said nervously, one afternoon as Connor was lighting a blunt. Pete still wasnt aware of what effects marijuana could have on fetuses growing within breast tissue.
Connor raised an eyebrow at him. Maybe you should, he countered. Pete watched uneasily as Connor took a pull.
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Pete seemed kind of weird, and nervous, lately.
He was constantly urging Connor to take it easy. Sometimes Pete would sit beside him to idly rub the side of Connors breast.
It was almost as though Pete seemed to know what was going on.
Connor sure didnt. The pressure in his breasts only seemed to intensify with time. There was a weird fullnessnot unsimilar to how he had felt when he had been carrying the chicks. But this was worse, and increasing rapidly.
Connor also suspected that he had grown somewhat. It was hard to tell, as he was so large already. But he would rub his mounds, and groan, and grimace as their soreness. He was unsure as to why his nipples had sealed off againhe could no longer produce milk. None of this bode well for Connor, but he tried to wait it out.
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Connor had become a heavy sleeper. Maybe it was the physical stress of his condition. Pete hardly even had to use sleeping pills anymore.
He usually waited until Connor had fallen asleep to run his weekly exams to check the progress of the babies. Often he would massage creams and oils into Connors breasts to promote elasticity as he moved along in the pregnancy.
Pete couldnt help being overwhelmed with excitement. Everything was going so well, so smoothly. And Connors symptoms were so subtle, he had hardly noticed them.
The first trimester had been discreet. Connors breasts seemed warmer, and somewhat fuller. The babies were coated with fat and milk, so Connors mounds did not seem to be firming too much, as womens bellies did in regular pregnancies.
His nipples had gotten slightly bigger than their golfball size, and longer as well.
Everything was going so well. And if things continued to proceed as such, Connor would be none the wiser until he was well into his pregnancy.
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The cravings were relentless.
Connor did not know to what he could attribute his increased desire for food, especially dairy.
As he was rummaging in Petes freezer for ice cream one afternoon, a folder fell off the top of Petes fridge, papers scattering to the floor.
Connor sighed and crouched down to pick them up, slowly, so not to fall forward from the weight of the basketball-sized mounds on his chest.
He found him pausing to stare at what looked like sonogram images. Just then, the front door opened, and Pete walked in, grocery bags piled in his arms.
Pete approached, and then stiffened at the sight of the sonogram images.
Pete, what is this? Connor wanted to know, looking up.
Pete swallowed. Nothing, those are old.
Connor pointed at the dates on the sheets. These are from last week. Clearly youre havingdid you get someone pregnant? he asked, not sure why he felt indignant.
Yes, I meanyes, its my baby. Pete quickly lowered the bags to the counter, and approached Connor, kneeling on the floor with him. But its also yours. Were having a baby, he said nervously, his face reddening.
Connor paled. What do you mean? How is that possible? We havent evenI mean are you? He gulped.
Not exactly, said Pete. He lightly stroked the side of one of Connors breasts, causing Connors shoulders to quiver. You are.
Connor looked uncertain, as though he thought Pete was making a bad joke. What do you mean?
Pete cupped Connors breast more firmly, causing him to gasp. In here.
W-What?
II implanted you, said Pete, his face determined. While you were asleep. I wanted to see if it would work. And wellit does.
Pete smiled uneasily as though he had not committed a gross violation of Connors body.
Connor slowly climbed to his feet.
Could you blame me Connor? What with the chicksyour body is a true enigma. We need to explore your capacity, your potential.
It all made sense now. His inability to expel milk. The subtle growth, and soreness, the pressure that seemed to grow every day.
Clutching his breasts, Connor made his way for the door, moving as fast as he could without toppling.
Connor, wait! Pete protested.
But Connor didnt stop. He pushed his way out the door and hurried out of the cabin. It was cold and raining, but he didnt stop, nor did he look back.
He walked aimlessly through the forest, feeling horrified, his cold nipples hardening almost painfully, pushing out in his formfitting, stretchable tank top.
He didnt pay much attention to where he was going, but allowed instinct to carry him. He soon found himself back at the lab, banging on the door, demanding entrance.
The scientists were surprised to see the cold, shivering young man back at their doorstep. They ushered him inside, and Connor quickly found a blanket draped around him.
They sat him up in an exam room. Not very subtle. It would have been nice to sit, and talk, over coffee.
But Connor had to remind himself that this wasnt his family. Everyone had an agenda. Everyone wanted to profit from him. It was just a matter of who accomplished it at the least expense to him.
Connor, whats wrong? Did something happen? Did something change? said Sarah. Her eyes were scrutinizing him, even with the blanket draped around him. She was discretely looking for something that she might have previously missed.
It was then that Connor noticed that Sarahs breasts looked bigger. What had previously been anthills at best were now full D-cups stretching out her shirt. Connor found himself staring at them. It seemed that some of the scientists were dipping into the product. He returned his gaze to Sarahs face, and sighed. Yes, something happened.
Oh? said Sarah encouragingly. She reached out and gently pulled the blanket off from around Connors shoulders. She now blatantly stared at his breasts, licking her lips, scrutinizing them, searching for the nuances from when she had last seen them. Theyre bigger, she concluded, finally. She reached out and cupped one, Connor flinching, but allowing it. And heavier. Still engorged, but youre not lactating?
Connor took a deep breath, then forced himself to relay what had happened with Pete. He told Sarah about the cabin, the chicks, Petes private experimentation. He skipped over the massages, fondling, and the times Pete had suckled him into euphoric completion. But Sarahs eyes were shrewd. She already knew somehow. Maintaining a politely aloof facade, she nodded, her expression only twitching when he admitted his suspected pregnancy.
This is very unique indeed, said Sarah neutrally, though Connor could tell she was practically salivating. His condition was unprecedented. In fact, it was absolute insanity. He knew that she would want to sink her teeth into it, and the first step was confirmation. Admittedly, Im a bit skeptical. This could all be a silly joke on your friends part.
Connor hoped it was.
Do you mind if I run some tests?
Connor shrugged. He was here for her aid, after all. He had no choice but to submit to her process.
Following several tests, exams, scribbled notes, and quiet murmurs, Sarah had his answer.
By then she was joined by Dr. Reynolds, Reed, and several others, all of them standing around him, looking stunned.
Connor, you arepregnant, Sarah said, hanging him two different sonogram images with her quavering hands. Twins, I thinkI meanIm not sure how to characterize this.
Connor weakly nodded.
It is imperative that you remain under observation for the duration of this process. Youre four months along
How is that possible? Connor protested, his chest heaving in his anxiety. He grunted, and cupped one as it trembled slightly. He felt slightly hysterical as he said, It couldnt have been more than four weeks.
Sarah turned to Reed, and there was some murmuring amongst the women. Finally, Sarah turned back to him.
If that is the casewhich makes sense, being that there is no way you left here in this conditionthat means that the fetal growth is accelerated somehow. For now we can estimate that one month of a normal pregnancy is equivalent to one week of your conditionat least until we find other evidence as we observe your progress.
Connor furrowed his brows. Sarah kept making references to duration and progress. He had been a science experiment for as long as he could remember and he refused to do this anymore. I dont want this. I cantwe need to end it now. He couldnt be even more of a freak than he already way.
Sarah pressed her lips into a frown. Connor, something like this has never been known to happen before. We wouldnt know where to even start in terms of aborting.
Connor glared at her, suspicious. But you think itll be easier to put me through a breast pregnancy.
Youve done it before, Reynolds cut in. You said it yourself. You successfully gave birth to chicks.
Those were chicks! Connor remonstrated. These are actually babies.
But the group of female scientists remained silent, each of them regarding him. And Connor could see, then, that there would be no aid on their end. They would see him through the pregnancy, and help to ensure the health of him and the babies. But like Pete, they had no intention of disrupting such a unique and miraculous experiment. They would only help him as long as they could benefit.
Connor hung his head and found himself gazing down at his massive breasts. They were bare and exposed, plump and fat, pressed together on his chest. They were visibly throbbing, out and in, out and in. His nipples were large, pores visible in their centers, but nothing coming out of them. Both mounds were flushed and sleek, and hot. They were just so massive. He didnt know how much longer he would be able to carry them if he came to host an at-term child in each.
He was stuck in his usual dilemma of determining the lesser of two evils. The scientists at the lab were the ones who had started this whole mess. They wanted to study him and profit from it. Which wasnt to say that Pete hadnt. Pete wanted to study and profit, but there was also kindness, comradery, and a weird affection between them, through which they both benefited.
Pete was also reckless and unstable. And he had violated Connor just as badly as the lab had.
So the two entities were on equal ground, until Connor considered the abundance of resources and medical support he would get from staying at the lab.
Fine, Connor said, finally lifting his head. Is my room ready for me?
And that was that.
