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Surrogate, Part 5 - Male Version
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Summary: Connor gets a job as a tutor and unknowingly becomes a surrogate mother. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, alien pregnancy, lactation.
Note: This is the male version of Surrogate.
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His hands on his lower back, Connor waddled about the house, from room to room, but the children were nowhere in sight. His breathing grew thin. How was it possible that sixteen children had simply disappeared? Connor absently tugged at the bottom of his shirt. It slid back up, revealing three or so inches of his lower belly. He was filled with tension and an uncomfortable pressure that seemed to be pushing at him from the inside. And he was getting absolutely huge.
Connor had to sit down. He eased himself onto a kitchen chair, his belly perched in his lap, visibly throbbing as he struggled to catch his breath. He rubbed the mound up and down. Ohhhh
the pressure was growing, and more rapidly than ever before. Nnnrrrggghhhh
Connor grunted as his belly slowly tightened. His massive nipples became painfully hard, milk spraying against the material of his shirt as the coverage grew worse, more of his belly becoming exposed as it pushed and rolled forward in his lap, swelling wider than he was, until he felt as though he had a beach ball pinning him to the chair. Hahhhh
hahhhhh
Connor gasped for breath, his face flushed and sweaty. He suddenly looked as though he was pregnant with sextuplets. If this kept up, he was going to burst!
There was a sudden ringing noise, that was so out of place, that Connor blinked. It was the kitchen phone. And it was ringing!
Connor started, but found himself pasted to the chair beneath the weight of his massive mound. He stared at it in horror for a moment, before grasping the table, and struggling to heave himself up with all his might.
Once he was standing, he wanted nothing more than to sit back down. His body was so massively heavy and none of the pressure within him had subsided. If anything, it was getting worse.
Connor struggled to waddle his way to the phone on the wall. He managed to grab it on the fifth ring. He didnt say anything at first, busy panting into the phone. His breasts wobbled, his massive nipples rubbing into the fabric of his shirt, causing his loins to tingle and his thighs to shudder. H-h-hello? he gasped out.
Connor, dear. How are things going?
Connors eyes widened. He wordlessly opened and closed his mouth in disbelief. It was Barbara.
N-Not that great, actually, Connor responded, holding his belly. There are some w-weird things going on here. And the childrentheyre
Oh yes, Connor, George and I decided to take the children out, Barbara cut him off. I hope it didnt alarm you. You were sleeping, you see.
Connor drew a deep breath. N-no, not at all, he lied, rubbing at the tension in his belly.
How are things otherwise?
What? Fine, the house is fine.
No, I mean, how are you dear?
Me? said Connor weakly. He didnt know where he would even start in discussing what was happening to him. Connor, himself, was having difficulty comprehending it. "F-fine."
I'm glad to hear that. We left breakfast in the basement for you, dear. Toodaloo.
Wait, Barbara But there was a click, and the line went dead.
Connor was left standing there, blankly staring at the phone for a moment. He hung it up, and returned his hand to his tense lower back. Breakfast? In the basement? Nothing about that made any sense.
Despite the absurdity of Barbaras suggestion that breakfast was waiting for Connor in the basement, Connors belly suddenly tensed with stabbing hunger pains that made him grasp at the mound. Nngghhhhhh
he groaned, his shirt only tightening.
He staggered to the fridge, but it was empty, and Connor was reminded that he had eaten all of the food the previous day. He hunched down as the pain intensified. It was getting too horrible to bear.
Connor waddled his way towards the basement door, his massive belly preceding him. He swung the door open, panting and flushed. The wooden staircase didnt look as though it could support his weight at all. Still, he proceeded, grasping the railing tightly, as each step creaked beneath his wobbling weight.
The final step began to crack, but by then, he was safe. Connor stepped onto the dark basement floor, and immediately realized that he was unfinished. His foot sank into the cool floor. Connor looked around the dark, cool, cement room. It was empty, except for a large industrial pot sitting on the center of the floor.
Panting heavily, Connor waddled his way over to it. Slowly, awkwardly, he eased himself down to his knees, before reaching over and uncovering the pot. He wrinkled his nose at the smell.
Still, he could not determine what was within. Connor dipped his finger inside, his skin making contact with something soft, oily, and lukewarm. He scooped a glob upon his finger and stuck it into his mouth.
It was thick and gooey, and virtually flavorless. It simply tasted like fat. Connor spat it out in disgust, but then his belly lurched again. He groaned as he was again assaulted by hunger pains.
Connor awkwardly leaned forward, his belly pressing into the pot as he scooped up a glob of the gelatinous substance and stared as it wiggled slightly in the palm of his hand. He hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, throwing his head back as it slid down his throat and hit his stomach, causing his insides to lurch in appreciation.
Using both hands now, Connor took to shoveling the fat into his mouth, digging his way through the massive pot, even as he felt his body become tighter. His shirt continued to progressively slide up, until his round, bobbing, belly, popped completely free from the hem. His massive nipples freely seeped through his shirt, making puddles on the ground before him as he continued to stuff himself until his face was red.
Only a little left. Connor was beyond full, but he scraped the pot clean and extracted another scoop of the goo.
His knees were spread wide now to make way for his belly, which was resting on the ground. He was so full and plumply fertile, he looked as though he might pop out octuplets at any moment.
Connor groaned when he finished, shifting to his bottom, his legs spread wide, like he was prepared to give birth or something. But he wasnt in labor. He was just incredibly tight. His mound heaved gently as he panted, his large belly button throbbing in and out. And the pressure never ceased. Connor didnt know what was going to happen to him, but he just wanted this to end.
Mmmmgghhh
Connor groaned, closing his eyes as a familiar pressure returned to his backside, his round cheeks trembling as though something laid within. Nnghhhh
ohhhhh
. His ass swelled more, his briefs tightening and beginning to tear.
Connor held his belly, and just as he finally began to push, he saw movement in the corner of his vision. Blinking, Connor looked around.
It was hard to spot at first, but something was definitely moving within the shadows along the walls. Hello? he said weakly, suddenly frightened. He grunted as his bottom quivered some more, to finally pop out over his waistband. His briefs entirely tore apart.
Now something was crawling
moving along the floor and towards him. Connor could make out twisting limbs. One connected with his ankle, causing him to tense in response.
Now Connors belly was trembling, and it truly felt as though it would burst. Legs spread, he again tried to bare down, but now the thing on his ankle was making its way up his leg, and another was making contact with his hand. They felt slimy and warm, and throbbed squeamishly. As one hit the small amount of light coming into the basement from the door, Connor could make out a mound that resembled a squid. Only it was green, and there was no definitive body. It just seemed like a mass of
tentacles. His skin crawled, as a third began to crawl onto his lap.
Oh goddd
Connor groaned, as one of the masses crawled into his shirt-turned-crop-top, drawing it up on the right side, exposing his breast. It wrapped around the plump EEE-cup mound, squeezing it, making Connor yelp as it periodically extracted streams of milk from his massive nipple.
A second creature crawled to Connors opening, causing his face to redden and his eyes to shoot wide open. There it connected to Connor, sticking to him, secreting something, and worse of all, blocking him. Connor desperately tried to push again, but there was no progress. He yelped as his belly button uncomfortably swelled, his belly only seeming to tighten.
The third creature connected to Connors left breast, this one burying itself inside his shirt, latching to him, and harshly sucking.
Connor could do little more than whimper as more creatures seeming to peel off the walls and crawl towards him, surrounding him. What on earth was happening?
Two humanoid figures appeared in the open doorway atop the stairs. Ones arm was wrapped around the other.
Aww, theyre bonding, Barbara noted.
Hush, dear. Lets leave them be. Theyre going to be at this for a while," George responded.
Hes was a good surrogate, wasn't he? I hope he has a healthy litter. Do you think hell birth naturally?
Theyre going to come out of him one way or another. But for now, lets let the children have their fun.
With that, the basement door closed, and everything went dark.
The End
