Pet Shop, Part 20 - Male Version (Patreon)

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

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Jack’s button-down shirt felt pasted to his skin by sweat and his own mass, but he focused on getting his pants off. Tom helped, and soon Jack was strewn back on the bed that had been kept in the office since a few months earlier.

“Hahhhh…hahhhh…” Jack panted, imagining that every time his belly heaved, it was just getting larger. He couldn’t believe how massive he was. He clutched the mound, groaning, arduously spreading himself with its weight on his thighs. He rubbed it desperately as it continued to heave and shudder, then voiced the thought that kept running through his mind. “Can’t believe…nghhhh…how huge I am.”

“I’d say this is your record,” Tom agreed.

Jack just huffed and groaned and cursed quietly under his breath. Milk was surging up from all his nipples, even the ones on his belly. The flesh of his third pair of breasts was sore and tingly as the nipples there seeped for the very first time.

“Mmmghhhh…” Jack moaned. He was so fucking uncomfortable. It wasn’t so much even the pain as it was the weight of it all. No position could really facilitate labor given the immensity of his condition.

Tom was seated beside him, watching him intently, idly cradling his belly with one of his hands. “I’m here Jack.”

“Hahhhh…hoooo…” Jack gasped. “Thi…think I have to…”

The newest contraction gripped him forcefully. He felt himself scrunching his face and squeezing his eyes shut. Jack pushed with it, feeling something thick and heavy shudder lower in his body. He groaned in annoyance when the contraction ended. Tom unbuttoned Jack’s shirt and gently rubbed his flushed skin.

“God,” Jack grunted out, looking down at himself with a grimace. “I look like a fucking pig,” he wheezed, regarding his stacked breasts and globe of a gut.

“I think you look incredible,” Tom said, and by the gleam in his eyes, Jack knew he was being honest.

“Shh…shut up,” Jack panted, before tensing up through the next contraction. He could feel beads of milk pushing out of the nipples that littered his belly. It was an odd sensation. Each contraction seemed to squeeze and push more out. Between that and the milk he was producing from his breasts, he was rapidly producing a small puddle of milk beneath him.

“This is taking longer than usual,” noted Tom. He didn’t even try to hide his erection.

“B-big,” Jack managed, trying to take advantage of the short reprieve. Tom had turned the air conditioner on, and it felt heavenly on his skin.

“I also think you…put on some weight,” Tom noted.

“What?”

“Well, moreso than usual. You’re just softer all over. It’s adorable, Jack. And have you seen your ass lately?”

“If you d-don’t shut up—” Jack didn’t need to deal with this right now.

He was pushing and pushing, and it was so draining. He wondered if the party was still underway. If the guests were listening. “Aghhhh…” He groaned as he finally felt the familiar pressure on his hole. There was a burning that made him flinch like he had with the ostrich egg. But the mass was malleable, not hard like a shell. Jack didn’t let up.

“It’s okay…” said Tom. “Almost there.”

Jack tensed up, and gave one more long grunt, then the pressure released. “Ohhhh…” Something plump had sort of just squished out of him. Maybe he really should have been watching the calories.

There was a beat of silence at his bottom end. Tom had mostly disappeared behind the mass of Jack’s belly. “Finally got things moving,” Tom eventually said.

“Nngghhhh…” Jack felt the squeeze of a new contraction, accompanied by the urge to push. One of his hands was pressed against the bed, and the other, holding his belly. “What is it?” he managed weakly.

“Jack, just focus.”

It was not an auspicious response.

He was so hot, his skin burning. He could feel mass after mass forcing its way out of him with each surge of pressure in his belly. The contractions were now on top of each other. There would be no more breaks.

By then, Jack could hear the snuffling of animals. He was too preoccupied to really think about that. And the huge swell of his belly significantly intruded on his field of vision. This was taking forever. “Oh god…c’mon…” He shuddered. Before he was even finished, he managed to pass out.

He came to a couple of times to Tom shaking him, or lightly slapping his face. During these brief episodes of wakefulness, he thought he managed to push out some more animal babies. Sturges had appeared, and was rubbing the wand of an ultrasound to Jack’s gut. Making sure none were forgotten as with the squid dilemma.

“How are you doing, Jack?” Sturges asked.

Jack mumbled some nonsensical words then fell unconscious once more.

Jack didn’t know how long he was out, but it must have been hours. The sun was beaming behind the blinds of his office, yet is seemed rather low in the sky.

All fourteen of his nipples felt rather strange. It wasn’t painful, but it felt as though they were being tugged, compressed, and worked. He thought of small greedy mouths, then remembered how it had been to nurse the puppies. Jack looked down rather nervously.

And was aghast. They were pink blobs of fat. Piglets. Big ones. And such a great mass of them that several were struggling for their turn at one of his nipples.

“What the fuck,” he wheezed out, and probably would have screamed, had he the energy. He was sprawled on his side, naked, and nursing. His belly was still massively fat—albeit squishy now—but it still made him look as though he was nine months with child.

“Jack?” Tom entered. “You’re up.”

“Fuck,” Jack repeated. He tried to squirm back, and fumbled. Regardless, the piglets just seemed to follow, sucking greedily, snorting, and pressing. He could already see that the flesh beneath his stomach-nipples had gotten yet puffier since he had been out. “I can’t fucking sell these.”

“Jack…” said Tom consolingly.

“Worthless. Christ! God, this isn’t working.” To his increasing ire, his eyes began to water.

“It’s okay,” said Tom.

“It’s not fucking okay. This is the second batch of worthless stock in a row, I’m becoming my own personal dairy farm, and look at my body. I’m becoming a whale!”

Tom gave him an odd look. “Whale?” he said uneasily.

Jack felt a shiver run down his spine. “Don’t ever say that again, Tom. Now help me get these things off me.”

“I called our partner at the animal sanctuary. He says he can’t pick them up until the morning.”

Jack grimaced. “So I have to…”

“Nurse them. You know the drill.”

“Dammit…” Jack groaned.

“I know you’re upset. We’ll work this out.”

Jack rubbed his eyes with his fist. With his free hand, he plucked one of the piglets off a belly-nipple, wincing at the sharp suction as it detached. The piglet began to squeak and writhe, but Jack was looking at his gut, frowning at the damage. “Look what they’re doing to my nipples,” he said. The nubs had gotten larger, redder, and more pronounced, sticking out queasily.

“Jack…”

Jack put the piglet back atop the mound of its siblings, and it quickly scrambled to reattach. Jack then threw his arm across his eyes and proceeded to ignore Tom’s meaningless platitudes and other efforts to comfort him.

Jack fell asleep again, which at least was preferable to being up, staring at his transforming body.

He awoke again in the middle of the night, dozed some, but couldn’t really maintain sleep anymore, now that he was no longer exhausted, and was constantly twitching and grunting from the rough nursing of the piglets.

There were a lot of them, but no one had bothered to count. It wasn’t as though it mattered to anyone except to the shelter they were going to.

The piglets fed continuously. They did sleep, but not simultaneously. Half would be sleeping and the other half would be nursing. There was never any reprieve for Jack. There were just too many for them to all feed from his nipples at the same time.

As much as his predicament disgusted him, Jack was up most of the night, watching them, and whether he wanted to or not, he started to bond, as he usually did when he found himself nursing a mammalian animal. It wasn’t his fault. Foul as they were, piglets were also kind of endearing. Tenderly, he would help a runt get a turn to drink, or arrange some of the piglets that were fat and full so they wouldn’t get crushed in their sleep by wriggling siblings.

When morning finally came and shelter workers arrived to pick the piglets up, Jack got teary eyed again, and found himself cursing at himself internally and continuously. Damn hormones. This whole thing was a complete nightmare.

In the hours after their departure, Jack sat wearily in his office, still flushed, warm, and producing fat droplets of milk from fourteen different places. With a hiss, he slid up his top over the belly-nipples. They had gotten so tender, and even the sensation of the fabric was a bit much.

He cradled his flanks. He really did still look pregnant. He still couldn’t believe he’d gone through that whole pregnancy and labor for nothing. If it happened again, he was not sure they would be able to afford their next bank payment. No stock meant no sales, and this was the first time he’d birthed two useless litters back to back.

Everyone seemed to be tiptoeing around him. It was clear that people were getting uneasy, even frustrated. But Tom was a rock, as always. Besides a few reassurances, he acted as though everything was business as usual.

And Tom’s professional, optimistic attitude must have been contagious, because everyone else took the cue.

“Next time, Jack,” Simon said that night as Jack was leaving the shop.

“You’re doing great,” Mindy assured him, a synthetic smile plastered to her face. She made sure not to stare too much at the rows of huge nipples protruding in his dampened shirt.

Jack was just glad to go home. He collapsed to bed and didn’t get up, taking an unofficial hiatus from work, while committing himself to being a recluse. Days turned to weeks, and no one pressured him about his absence. Maybe they could tell that he was at his breaking point. Maybe his being out of sight helped them as well. Everyone’s nerves were frayed by then.

Jack continued to get reassurances and well-wishes through phone calls, texts, and emails. Sturges encouraged him to, “Stay home and rest.” Which wasn’t a problem. Jack was getting massive.

Jack wondered if his inactivity had worked to his detriment. Then again, his growth this time was consistent. Each pregnancy he grew bigger than the last.

Sturges came over to do check-ups. He said he didn’t know what Jack was carrying, but he assured Jack that it was one single mass. This fact was disheartening but also extremely alarming. Jack was absolutely huge by then. He knew a lot of it was probably fat, but most of it was the squirming life inside of him.

He was already larger than he had been with the piglets, and showed no signs of dropping. He thought his belly resembled a boulder, and it was constantly squashing him in one way or another. He had to constantly shift positions so his legs wouldn’t go numb beneath it.

It was heavy. He could hardly balance it. Even seated, he arched, so the mound was pointed high, rather than dragging him down to the carpet. His belly button was a huge, throbbing, tangerine-sized lump. The nipples on his belly were tense and achy from all the pressure, and seemed to be farther spread as his skin stretched farther and farther.

The mound was easily wider than he was. Even attempting to stand entailed a whole lot of scrambling, grunting, and groaning, his six breasts wriggling, then leaking, as his belly jutted and bobbed, belly-nipples dragging on whatever top he had managed to squeeze into, dick going hard, and body as a whole making a substantial mess before he’d even gotten his feet on the floor.

To his complete fury, Jack had to go through the process one afternoon when the doorbell wouldn’t stop ringing. He figured Tom had forgotten his key. Flushed red and sweat soaked, Jack managed to lurch his way to the door over the course of ten minutes. Doubtful that he’d be able to make it back to the couch on his own, he unlocked the front door and swung it open. “I can’t believe you would…”

He trailed off at the sight of his parents.

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