Pet Shop, Part 18 - Female Version (Patreon)

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Summary: An animal breeder is cursed to start personally giving birth to supply her pet shop with animals. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiple breasts.

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Despite Maggie’s insistence that she wanted to be left alone to rest, Tom went to the house to visit her a week following the birth.

Maggie answered the door with clear reluctance, as it was five minutes after Tom had started (repetitively) ringing the doorbell. Maggie indeed looked weary, as well as annoyed. She was somewhat disheveled in a baggy long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants.

As Tom walked in, Maggie folded her arms against herself, but she winced, and lowered her arms instead. Tom could see wet spots forming on Maggie’s shirt.

“How are you feeling?” said Tom, as he idly looked around, pretending not to notice Maggie’s changing form. Her breasts were even bigger than before, all four of them probably E-cups by then, sticking out in her shirt. Maggie’s nipples looked swollen as well, bulging out rather unnaturally. They had to be sensitive. Really sensitive. Tom met Maggie’s eyes and gave her a questioning look.

“Fine,” said Maggie curtly. Anguishing as usual. She began to fold her arms again, but thought better, and stopped herself.

Maggie’s ass was larger as well. Plump and round. Her belly was still somewhat swollen, like she was six months pregnant rather than having just given birth. Tom knew it was softer, not by sight, but as he idly laid a comforting hand on Maggie’s waist.

Maggie stiffened, her face twitching.

“What’s wrong?” said Tom immediately. “Are you in pain?”

“I’m fine,” said Maggie, too quickly; dismissively. “I know I haven’t been in. I’ve been working from home. The last two births weren’t exactly…what we were anticipating. So I’ve just been crunching some numbers.”

It was an irksome turn in the conversation, but Tom couldn’t help getting sucked in. “Let me see.”

Maggie got her laptop, and the two went over the inventory and projections, while discussing the vacancies in the traditional pet supply and what to do about it, if anything. It was all about what would be the most cost-effective, while evading long-term effects at the shop, particularly in terms of their customer base.

“Most pet-buyers are one-time customers anyway,” Tom was saying. “We should focus more on pet food and supplies until after we see the next couple of litters.”

Maggie’s lip pulled downwards, but she didn’t comment.

She was snacking a lot, at present stuffing handfuls of buttered popcorn into her mouth without really noticing. Which made sense. Sturges had said that the lactation expended a lot of calories, which in turn made her hungry.

Tom noticed that it had been a couple of hours that Maggie hadn’t pumped. Her four breasts looked undeniably swollen, and she fidgeted somewhat. Maggie was sweaty, and her face was flushed, and Tom wondered if Maggie had been putting it off for his benefit.

Tom wanted to say something, to suggest that Maggie did pump, but he instead found himself reaching out, stroking the side of one of the mounds, causing Maggie to shiver, her flush deepening.

“You know you’re supposed to pump them as much as you can stand,” Tom murmured. He couldn’t believe how round they were, how perfect they felt even through the shirt. They were full, perk, and absolutely perfect. God, they had gotten huge. Tom had no clue how Maggie would hide them. He wasn’t sure it was possible anymore.

Maggie arched against his hand, eyes closing as she took in a shaky breath. “The more I pump them, the more they swell,” she complained breathily. Tom felt himself harden.

Tom palmed Maggie’s nipple gently. He noticed that his hand was getting wet, with warm milk as it seeped through Maggie’s shirt. Tom felt himself salivating. He cupped the plump flesh, his thumb rubbing against Maggie’s protruding nipple. Maggie groaned quietly. “This is about more than just your body,” Tom mentioned.

Maggie noticeably tensed. Then shifted, eyes opening as a scowl spread across her face. She got up and walked away, Tom watching her. Maggie was all breasts, ass, and belly. Her hips had gotten progressively wider as well.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Tom called, as Maggie walked into the kitchen. “Amelia said there’s barely enough supply to feed all of the squids in time.”

“Yeah,” Maggie called back. There was a glass clinking. Tom hoped she wasn’t making herself an alcoholic drink.

“You’ve been doing great,” said Tom, leaning back on the couch to stare at the ceiling. “Those numbers you showed me looked good, Maggie. You’ll feel better when you’re back at work.”

“Hm,” was the only thing Maggie said. She had returned to the living room. Despite Tom’s efforts at encouragement, Maggie didn’t look any less frustrated than before. To Maggie’s credit, she was trying.

Tom got up and closed their distance, putting Maggie’s glass of juice aside for the moment. Maggie turned as though to leave the room again, but Tom wrapped his arms around her. He felt Maggie shudder in his hold.

“Seriously,” said Tom. “Are you okay?”

Maggie hesitated. “My body just feels really sensitive.”

Tom looked at where he had placed his hands. Both were resting on Maggie’s rounded abdomen. “Here?” He experimentally rubbed, causing Maggie to stiffen again. “Let me see.”

Maggie resisted, “I’m just going to rest.”

“What’s going on, Maggie?” said Tom, with growing concern. “Let me see your stomach.”

Maggie remained still and silent for a moment, before she pulled herself out of Tom’s arms. She stood stiffly for a beat, then, with clear reluctance, she reached down, and pulled her shirt upwards until the hem rested above her stomach and under her breasts.

Tom appraised the bloated flesh. It took him a moment to spot the—spots. Well the pink bumps, that Tom’s mind belatedly registered as nipples, out-of-place though they were. Maggie had developed additional nipples. Four…no six of them. They made two parallel lines down her stomach, with a slight puffiness to the flesh beneath them, like a dog following pregnancy. It was all very…animalistic. Maggie had nipples trailing her torso. Tom’s mouth fell ajar.

Tom found himself momentarily stunned, his mind going blank, but Maggie tended to have that effect on people. He lifted his gaze, and could see the disgust and uncertainty in Maggie’s eyes.

So Tom stroked one of the nubs, Maggie’s abdominals shuddering under his touch. “It’s alright,” he said.

Maggie looked at Tom as though he was insane, but then became resigned.

“We’ll keep an eye on it,” said Tom.

“What difference does that make?” Maggie responded.

Tom shrugged, and the two returned to the couch, where Tom touched the nubs experimentally, trying to see how sensitive they were (extremely). Maggie flopped back and just let him, until Tom couldn’t help leaning down and kissing them one by one. He sucked and nipped them, unable to help imagining the skin swelling up like the other four, becoming large, seeping breasts.

Maggie grunted and twitched beneath him. She came just from the nipple stimulation.

Tom thought he could get used to Maggie’s six new nipples.

The two decided to keep the matter quiet for the time being.

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Maggie was pumping her breasts almost constantly.

The more she pumped, the more milk she produced. The more milk she produced, the bigger her breasts grew. It was a vicious, doomed cycle, in which she came out the loser (aside from the piles of income the squids were going to bring in).

Apparently Dean and Amelia were overwhelmed, currently trying to transition the creatures to other foods. Admittedly, Maggie had heard this offhandedly, and wanted to know as little as possible. She decided that she wanted to be hands off with the animals once they were born, particularly when they disturbed her to the degree that the squids did.

Maggie remotely monitored sales, permits, and the temp workers hired at the shop. She researched local and national laws on the ownership of rare and endangered species’. Not that Simon or anyone else was aware of whether the squid species was endangered, undiscovered, or simply brand new in existence. Maggie was somehow doubtful that she could have produced a new species, but stranger things had happened, as evidenced by the state of her body. It was unnerving though. Simon claimed that Maggie had turned the field of marine biology completely off-kilter with the recent births. That decades of progress had occurred in the span of weeks.

But Maggie could hardly relate to Simon’s excitement over squids. Simon could even claim discovering them if he wanted that type of publicity. Maggie’s pet shop business just had to be careful about the sale, and preferably avoid any association with the squids altogether.

Maggie felt some apprehension about what would follow. She could already feel the pressure of something subtly growing within her, her skin warming and belly firming progressively.

Over the past few weeks, the nipples along her torso hadn’t grown breasts beneath them. They were protruding and pink, and had some fleshiness beneath them, but they weren’t additional breasts. Maggie supposed that warranted some relief.

She tried to become productive, now that she had a reprieve from being unbalanced, huge, and heavy. But her form didn’t serve her practically in the real world. Just going to the shop entailed a process of sneaking there, by either going in the early hours of the morning when the streets and sidewalks were vacant, or hunching over and draping herself in such large, amorphous attire, people stared at her anyway.

Maggie tried to distract herself with paperwork. When she did go into the shop, she holed up in her office, hiding from customers, hiding her form, which was rapidly filling out even more. At times she felt isolated by her condition, stuck doing numbers and paperwork. Tom, Amelia, and even Dean did come by to see her, but it wasn’t the same as taking a walk in the park, or going out for coffee. She was being pushed out, at least in her physical presence. She had become a certifiable freak.

Sturges did a full workup. He didn’t think Maggie was pregnant with more aquatic creatures. Amelia seemed to think she could impact what Maggie would produce, often bringing cats and dogs into the office, which just made Maggie frown and rub her stomach uneasily.

Everyone was keen and excited, and catering to her constantly. She felt her belly starting to get bigger, and felt each colleague’s eye watching the growth. They were pleased by every inch she put on, pleased when she was breathless, or flustered, or paused and held her gut, face scrunching as her insides twisted unpleasantly. They wanted her bigger and fuller. Simon wanted another aquatic birth, but Dean and Amelia just wanted a large, healthy litter to boost their bonuses.

Maggie was just going over the accounts, when her office door creaked open, Dean holding it with his hip. His hands were occupied by two plates, one with sandwiches, another, with pastries and cake slices.

“So I checked out the new café on the corner,” said Dean casually, which was odd, because Maggie could not recall having a casual conversation with Dean in her life. Dean was cold and sarcastic. He didn’t check out cute little cafés or buy pastries. “I thought you would like to try some. Would love your opinion.”

Maggie’s eye twitched as Dean set the plates down on her desk, on top of her paperwork. She wondered if Tom or Simon had put him up to it, or if Dean was just taking the initiative.

Dean walked around the room, opening the curtains, adjusting a window. “Is it too warm?”

“It’s fine,” said Maggie, scribbling her signature to renew an contract. Her pen ran out of ink. She began to fidget with it.

“Oh, let me grab a new one. Don’t get up,” said Dean, heading back to the door, nearly crashing into Amelia who was carrying a huge fruit smoothie and a bag of quinoa chips.

“Hey Maggie, how are you feeling? Is it chilly in here? I can grab you blanket…” Amelia trailed off at Maggie’s glare.

The two employees fumbled. “We’ll just…erm…” Amelia rambled as Dean pushed her back towards the door.

“Wait,” said Maggie. She hesitated. Reddened. “Leave the chips.”

Smiling, Amelia came to her desk and did just that. Maggie snagged the smoothie as well.

When the door closed behind them, Magggie tried to focus again on the paperwork, but that was between handfuls of chips or bites of Danish, and now her tits were tingly, nipples achy, and she knew if she put off milking any longer it was going to be a mess.

She groaned and held her head. By the treatment she got, she might as well have been giving birth to a bag of money.

She sighed and reached into a drawer, shoving her papers aside and pulling out her breast pumps.