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Surrogate, Part 3 - 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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When Connor awoke the next morning, and heavily walked out of his room, he didnt see Charles or Barbara bustling about in the kitchen as he usually tended to in the morning. Instead Connor encountered the occasional wandering (or crawling) child. Keen about seeing Gina that day, Connor went about, getting himself cleaned up and clothed, smoothing his T-shirt down over his abdomen, awkwardly round as he had become. It was the latest outfit he had bought, embarrassingly enough, in the maternity section of on online retailer he used. Despite it, the shirt was a little too tight for Connors liking. But it would suffice, granted Gina wasnt too disturbed by all his weight gain.
Connor made his way into the living room, looking for Barbara and Charles, but they werent there either. Connor fumbled over to the master bedroom, feeling tired already, his back sore. He knocked on the door and waited for a few moments, but there was no response. Connor tentatively turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek inside.
The bed was made and the lights were off. Barbara and Charles were not home.
Connor waddled into the living room as he mused on this. Maybe the parents had stepped out that morning. Connor was sure that he would still have plenty of time to spend with Gina, just as soon as they got home. Gina wasnt due to be over for another hour, anyway. And the kids seemed content enough, fed, changed, and ambling around, as well-behaved as ever.
Connor eased himself down on the couch and waited in silence for a while. Every so often, his stomach would ache or growl, and he would make his way to the kitchen to snack on any of the vast amounts of prepared food sitting in the fridge. After a few trips back and forth, Connor grew weary, and parked himself at the kitchen table. He rested his elbows on the tables surface and leaned on it, over his rounded belly nestled against his lap. A glance at his wrist watch told Connor that Gina was late. She should have been over an hour ago. Barbara and Charles werent home yet either.
Connor was suddenly reminded of the electricity problems the house was facing. The phones were still down, and the electric outlets were still on the fritz, so much so, that Connor hadnt been able to charge his cell phone since the previous afternoon. What if Gina was waiting outside for him?
Resting his hands against the cushions, Connor grunted as he tried to heave himself up. His belly seemed even bigger today, if that was even possible. And the top halves of each of his breasts were bulging heavily from his bra cups, practically popping out of them. Every time he sat down, he felt like a top-turned turtle. Getting up was an arduous endeavor.
Once he was on his feet, Connor held his round belly as he panted for a few moments. He was beginning to get annoyed that he had been left at the house by himself with the children when Charles and Barbara knew that it was his day off. Gina would simply have to wait he hoped she would. Things had been really strained between them. Connor made his way through the living room, his heart pounding with nervousness at the thought of facing Gina again. He reached the front door, turned the knob, and pulled.
The door didnt open.
Blinking, Connor pulled at the door again, but it seemed to be completely stuck. This time he gripped the doorknob with both hands and pulled with all his strength.
It didnt even budge. It seemed adequately jammed. Connor frowned and held his belly, panting for a few moments. Hello? he called, wondering if someone wasnt on the other side of the door, trying to get in just as keenly as he was trying to get out. Charles? Barbara?
There was no response, nor any sound coming from outside.
Connor ran his hand over the wood, pressing it, tapping it, only then realizing how thick it seemed to be. He would never be able to break his way through. Especially not in his current state. He would probably have better luck trying a window or something.
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And so, Connor was back to playing the waiting game. He leaned on an arm of the couch and folded his arms over his abdomen. He felt nothing but guilt when one of the children crawled over and tugged on his clothes, urging him to play with them.
But Connor wasnt up for it. He just felt too tense, nervous, and frustrated. And his shirt felt so very tight right then. Nggghh
Connor groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his rounded abdomen. He was long past due to see a doctor about his strange growth. His belly felt full and pressurized, causing him to sweat.
And still, Connor was preoccupied with Gina, worrying that she was trying to get in touch with him. Maybe she was running late? Or maybe he had missed her the doorbell was probably down like everything else, and Gina might not have even tried knocking on the door. Or maybe he hadnt missed her at all could she really be waiting outside?
Connor glanced up at one of the large living room windows. They were the only ones that gave a view of the street in the front of the house. Unfortunately for Connor, they were also very high, child-safe the whole house seemed customized around the Stevens sixteen children.
Connor waddled over to one of the windows and tried to peek through, but he could barely get his eyes to it, and the largeness of his belly left if uncomfortably pressing against the wall until Connor could hardly breathe. After a few moments of his fruitless struggles on his tip-toes, Connor had to take a step back. Hunched slightly, he gasped for breath. He wrapped his arms around his rounded abdomen. What on earth was going on with his body?
As Connor straightened, he continued to stare at his rounded belly. He cringed as it released an audible growl. If he didnt know any better, hed say that he looked like a woman at term with child by then. Connor rubbed his hands up and down the bloated mound, the material of his shirt hugging him tightly. His face reddened. His navel felt so
funny. Holding onto the wall for balance, Connor breathed heavily, in and out. He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to rub his hand up and down his mound. Ohhh
Something popped! Opening his eyes, Connor looked down, not sure what had happened. It took him a moment to notice the change.
His belly button was now protruding outward.
Connor stared at it for a moment, a little stunned. He was oblivious of how abdominal fat had managed to push his belly button out. It was usually the type of thing that happened to pregnant
women.
And strangely, his now-protruding navel, looked larger than any pregnant womans he had ever seen. The size of a golf ball, it bulged evidently against the stretched material of his shirt.
Connor slowly ran his hand over it, and groaned. It felt strange
tingly.
There was a giggling noise. Connor looked down to notice three of the children before him a six-year-old, and two crawling one-year-olds. The six-year-old was grinning and pointing at his navel. One of the one-year-olds released another giggle.
Oh
hi there, said Connor, his belly heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Excuse me for just a second. He carefully waddled around the children and headed into the bathroom.
Connor closed and locked the door behind him, before approaching the mirror and staring at himself for a while. He leaned his hands on the sink and bowed his head as he stifled a groan as a hunger pain shot through his belly. He did his best to fight through it. Now a strange tension was spreading to his chest, causing Connors face to pour sweat. He looked up in time to see both of his nipples bulge out, then start to seep milk into the front of his shirt. But that wasnt all. Connor groaned as his bra tightened yet more, the fabric of his shirt stretching against his chest as his breasts visible bloated, until both mounds popped completely free of his bra cups. Connor panted as the mounds wiggled on his chest. They had to be Ds by then.
Whats
happening to me
Connor groaned, as the chest of his shirt became soaked in milk, the material becoming pasted to every curvature of his mounds. He slowly sunk down to his knees on the bathroom floor, oblivious of what was going on with his body. Yet Connor strongly suspected that he needed medical attention. He couldnt be stuck here, shut in like this with sixteen children to take care of. Who knew what could happen? But with no phones and no exit, Connor didnt know what he was going to do.
Connors eyes roamed the bathroom for anything that might help, until his gaze settled on the medium-sized window above the counter. It would be an uncomfortable drop from there to the ground outside, but it was doable. Connor bit his bottom lip.
