Piglets, Part 6 - Male Version (Patreon)

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Note: This is a male version of Piglets.

Summary: Aaron is impregnated with mutated pig sperm. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts (3 pairs), lactation, stuffing, animal pregnancy, animal characteristics/partial transformation, butt expansion, weight gain, birth.

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Aaron tried on several shirts, though most of it looked queasily amorphous, material bulging out in odd locations as they failed to accommodate his unique frame.

Strangely enough, he found a few suitable tops when he was discreetly perusing the…maternity section of the store. He waddled hurriedly into a fitting room, the incriminating tops clutched under his arm.

The shirt material was loose and curved at all the right places. There were T-shirts, and some blouses that could even pass as regular button-down shirts for men. Aaron even grabbed some tank tops, and a cotton night-shirt that hung down to his knees and admittedly wasn’t the most masculine.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that most of the outfits that fit him had been maternity sizes for women with multiples, or overdue. Mortified by the revelation, Aaron felt more determined than ever to kick some of the weight he had gained.

By the time Aaron struggled back to his dorm, he was panting, sweaty, and flushed.

Gasping as he opened the door, Aaron was surprised to see Sammy was there, along with several boxes of her belongings. “What are you…” Aaron trailed off, only vaguely remembering inviting Sammy to move in with him. Aaron’s nose picked up the delicious aroma of food.

“I cooked,” said Sammy smugly, as Aaron gravitated towards the kitchen.

She looked on as Aaron gobbled down the platters of fried steaks, ribs, and cheese-smothered fries she had prepared.

As he ate, Aaron tried to convince himself that his diet would start tomorrow. It didn’t help that Sammy was such a great cook. And now they were roommates. Aaron was starting to rethink the whole situation. He gulped down his last mouthful of steak fat.

“I have a surprised for you,” said Sammy, as if the feast wasn’t enough. “C’mon.” She motioned to the next room.

Aaron was decidedly uncomfortable. “I kind of need a minute,” he said, clutching his gut.

“There will be time for that,” said Sammy dismissively.

Though stuffed, Aaron allowed himself to be dragged to his large luxury bathroom. He was surprised to see there had been an alteration.

“What…is that?” said Aaron. There was what appeared to be a large circular jacuzzi in the middle of his bathroom floor, and it was full of brown stuff.

“I had a mud bath installed,” said Sammy proudly.

Aaron was dumbfounded and distressed. It seemed like a ridiculous modification to his previously perfect bathroom, but he struggled to keep an open mind.

“Well go ahead. Get in,” said Sammy, turning away.

“You’re not…serious?”

“Of course I am!”

Aaron hesitated, and shed his clothes, making sure that Sammy didn’t peek as he did so. He gingerly climbed into the mud bath. Slimy. He shivered. Once he lowered himself so all but his head was submerged, he said, “Okay.” Sammy turned around, looking quite pleased.

Though Aaron didn’t admit it out loud, the cool mud did sooth his flushed skin. He had been feeling really overheated lately.

“Be right back,” said Sammy, hurrying off. She returned shortly with a huge glass, from which a straw protruded. She handed it to Aaron, who took a sip. It was a milkshake – thick, creamy, buttery, and delicious.

Aaron sighed and allowed himself to sink farther into the mud. Sammy left to give him some privacy, and Aaron closed his eyes, dozing in and out, while still managing to suck down the shake.

A squirm.

Aaron tensed. His eyes gazed down at where he belly was. He rubbed it beneath the mud. Gas. His hands slid up to his breasts, and he groaned. They were so plump since Kim’s attention, it almost felt like…pressure from within. His nipples were erect and aching, puffy and distended almost to an unnatural degree. They bulged in his clothes for all to see, always feeling as though they were being pushed further out by an unseen force. Aaron grazed one nipple with his hand, then grunted as it swelled and bulged out more. His hand slid down.

There was a weird fullness beneath his breasts, a prickling sensation on his skin there. As he explored it with his fingers, he encountered plumpness. “What?” Aaron said to himself. There was a knock.

“You okay in there?” called Sammy.

“Fine.” Aaron carefully climbed up, clutching the underside of his belly with one of his hands. The mud sliding down his naked, bloated body, Aaron made his way to the mirror, and examined his round, D-cup breasts. They were so full and round, and then there was that sensation beneath them. Something was pressing against the undersides of them. Aaron lifted the mounds and gasped in horror.

Beneath his breasts were small, A-cup versions of them. Aaron touched one timidly, sliding his fingers along the fatty flesh. Not only did they feel authentic, but the sensations they aroused caused his face to become flushed. They were completely real. And as Aaron gazed at his bloated body in the mirror, it was his first time realizing that nothing seemed natural about his changes. Not the belly growth, not the breast development, and certainly not this.

“Aaron, coming out any time soon?” Sammy called again.

“Just give me a minute,” said Aaron shakily. He locked the door just to be safe, then he sat on the toilet, staring at his plump body, at the way his belly rested on his lap, round breasts perched atop it. What was this? He clasped his head, trembling.

It took a lot of internal convincing to get himself up, though he just wanted to sink to the floor and rock himself until things started making sense again. Aaron forced himself to get into the shower, rinsing off the mud he had already managed to coat most of the bathroom with. He was scared. He continually touched himself, as if not sure what was happening to his body was real. His fingers ghosted over his new pair of nipples. After the nubs stiffened, Aaron shuddered, and couldn’t help touching them again. As he gently stroked and rubbed, Aaron remained unaware that he was stimulating further growth. All he knew was that it felt good, his gasps becoming rhythmic, and cock filling. Biting his lip and closing his eyes, Aaron pressed one of his hands against the shower door for balance. He fruitlessly attempted to reach his erection, huffed in frustration, then returned his hands to his breasts, which seemed to be the next best thing.

Back in the dorm, Sammy raised her brows at the sounds of Aaron’s moans. Shrugging, Sammy headed to the kitchenette to get started on dinner.

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As Sammy progressively unpacked her boxes, Aaron found that she had a surprisingly large assortment of packaged snacks. “I have a fast metabolism,” Sammy admitted with a shrug. “Feel free to help yourself.” A whole closet had been stuffed with boxes of the delicious gainer bars Sammy had. By that point, resisting the sight of food was next to impossible for Aaron, and he indulged.

Aaron had originally thought he’d had a large dorm, but it seemed to be getting smaller by the second, between his increasing size, and all Sammy’s stuff. Aaron felt that all his privacy had vanished. As it was a one-bedroom dorm, his bed was now mere yards away from Sammy’s in their newly-shared bedroom.

Aaron’s night shirt was progressively riding up his bloated body as the days passed. Aaron found that he was always overheated now, so slept with his sheets off. Sometimes he fidgeted so much in his sleep, he found that his night shirt had ridden up over his navel by the time he awoke in the morning. Aaron felt embarrassed by the exposure. He could sometimes feel Sammy staring from the other side of the room.

Surprisingly, Aaron found that he was spending a lot of time in the mud bath, trying to cool his flushed skin and calm his anxiety. After hesitating, he sometimes explored his lower breasts with his fingers. They were getting fuller to his horror, though they were still concealed by his now grapefruit-sized upper breasts. When he was in the living room, Aaron sometimes spent hours staring at the phone, fantasizing about reaching out to a doctor and getting medical attention. He had no clue what he would actually. His imagination usually only got him as far as dialing the clinic.

And he was growing bigger. His belly was becoming a massive ball attached to midsection. He squeezed into a maternity top, it now hugging his overly-generous curves. His upper breasts were propped atop his belly, his nipples swollen and bulging more prominently than ever before. His lower breasts were squished uncomfortably beneath them, thankfully not visible to any onlookers. In the meantime, his large belly button protruded for all to see. Aaron gazed at himself in his mirror, feeling uneasy as he adjusted the waistband of his sweatpants under his vast mound. Heaving a sigh, he held his lower belly and waddled off to class.

As he approached his lecture hall, Aaron saw Sammy by the door with Kim. Sammy was handing the other girl some cash. Kim glanced up as he approached, looking right at his mass, seeming momentarily stunned. Quickly replacing her expression with a smile, she offered a wink and sauntered off.

Aaron waddled over to Sammy. “What was that about?” he panted, rubbing his lower back.

Sammy hesitated. “Kim helped me out with a project. Just paying up.”

“Oh…” said Aaron, mildly surprised. Sammy was far superior to Kim in class ranking.

“Well, see you in there.” Sammy smiled nervously, then walked inside.

Aaron was about to waddle in after her, when someone grabbed his arm. He glanced back to see that Kim had returned.

“You didn’t call,” he accused with a sly smile. Her whole demeanor was slightly off-putting for some reason.

Aaron was all but interested in Kim’s advances that day. Regardless of whatever sick fetish he indulged for her, he was at war with his body, and didn’t need any more distractions from – whatever was happening to him. So he tried to brush her off, but her hand slid up to graze his bulging nipple, and he was instantly weak in the knees. Kim began to drag him towards a janitor’s closet. It could barely accommodate the two of them and his massive girth, but they made it work.

Kim stood behind him, hands again squeezing the plump mounds on his chest. Aaron shivered and whimpered, too lost in pleasure to worry about Kim discovering his second pair of breasts. He held onto the wall, feeling that persistent sensation of heat build to burning under his skin. The front of his pants strained against his gender, his breasts aching, tingling, and tightening.