Pet Shop, Part 21 - 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 parents stared at him for a full moment. Slowly, their mouths broke into uncomfortable smiles.

“What a bizarre suit,” said his mother, giving Jack the oddest of looks. “It’s a bit obscene, isn’t it, dear?”

“I thought you were past this sort of thing, Jack. You’re not in college anymore,” said his father, giving a glance to the three huge pairs of breasts heaving on Jack’s chest, before averting his eyes again. “Is this get-up for us? Amusing, but how did you know we were in town?”

His parents pushed right past him, letting themselves in as usual. Leaning hard on the wall, Jack helplessly watched as they strolled towards the living room.

“Oh my!” said his mother.

Jack hurriedly wobbled after them, straining, red, and close to tears. He felt like he was going to burst. “Fuhhh…” he breathed as he regarded the room in their perspective. There was a massive, industrial-sized bowl filled with buttery mashed potatoes that he had been munching on. A documentary on mammalian breeding habits was playing loudly on the television. And worst of all, a variety of dildos in outrageous sizes were lying on the couch. Sturges had given them to Jack, warning Jack to prepare for a potentially huge birth. Tom had found the whole thing to be amusing.

Jack grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and quickly threw it over the dildos, though the damage had been done. He stood there huffing audibly, lungs burning, body arching as it straining to support his own weight. The stress and discomfort had him close to tears.

Despite it all, one of Jack’s hands slid to the small of the back, cupping his tail bone to conceal the curled pig-tail that must have sprouted up during his last labor. Of all the things to be embarrassed about, he thought in self-deprecation. “Wh-what are you guys d-doing here?” he panted out, already strategizing ways to get them to leave.

His parents were terribly awkward. They looked around the messy house.

“The m-maid’s coming later,” Jack forced out. And by maid, he meant Tom.

“We…heard that business was going well,” said his father, returning his gaze to Jack.

“Thought we’d pop in and surprise you,” Jack’s mother added.

It was certainly a surprise, though not one that Jack considered pleasant.

“Jack, take that off. You look ridiculous.” His father gestured to Jack’s hugely swollen abdomen, and abundance of breasts, and nipples. “You can barely walk.”

“Are you…okay?” His mother was paying more attention to his sweaty face. “Jack, are you on something? You don’t look well.”

He felt like he might collapse.

Jack’s gut gave a forceful heave and he nearly toppled. The nipples on his belly strained worse and squirted, causing eight patches to form on the hugely stretched shirt he was wearing.

“Nrrghhh…” Jack clutched his stomach, his ass shuddering. Of all the times, he had to go into labor now.

He felt hot and suffocated. His fingers unconsciously gripped and tugged at the material that contained him. Soon the shirt was drawn up, his huge mound protruding outward, his fat wet nipples bulging from the distended flesh, spread farther apart from the sheer size of his mass. They all squirted again in unison, this time in the air, in opposite directions, Jack gasping as the mound shuddered with another vicious contraction.

He arched, pushing his belly out even more, whining quietly like a wounded animal, the six breasts on his chest wobbling, burning hot, and tight, completely straining with milk.

“Jack, what on earth—?” his mother shrieked, his father looking completely aghast.

Jack couldn’t have explained the situation had he tried. He desperately wanted to sit down, but knew that if he perched himself on his ass, he probably wouldn’t be able to get back up before things got started. There was nowhere to lie down in the living room. He was too big to lie on the couch.

He felt a cool hand on his skin, causing him to shiver. Jack opened his eyes and looked at his mother.

“It feels…real,” she said, looking utterly mystified. Her fingers trailed against his flushed bolder of a mass. “W-where are the seams? J-Jack?”

“It’s real,” Jack groaned out, panting, crying, as he slowly struggled his way down to his knees so his belly perched on the floor. Whatever was inside him felt so heavy, and utterly massive. He choked out a sob. He could feel his insides shifting and his ass swelling. “C-call T-Tom,” he practically whined, nodding to his phone, which lay across the coffee table.

“Son, what the hell is happening to you?” Jack’s father demanded.

“We have to call an ambulance,” his mother insisted. She was crying as well, and getting hysterical.

“Please…don’t—gaahhh!” Jack yelped as something shuddered low in his gut. “Hahhhh…hahhhhh…just c-call Tom. My boyfriend,” he pleaded.

“Jack…”

“Giving birth,” Jack wheezed out. “This is…it’s why the shop is doing well.” But then Jack couldn’t speak any longer. He completely dissolved to tears as his belly clenched with pain and he struggled there on the floor.

-

Jack labored all night. He grunted, moaned, and sobbed through most of it, with the occasional wail or whimper depending on the scale of the pain. The labor went into the following morning, and he was hardly conscious of the people in and out, checking on him, whether it was Tom, Sturges, or his gob smacked parents. He was shifted or repositioned, fingers prodding and intruding at his opening as he begged whoever was listening to put him out of his misery.

The worst part of it was that the creature had crowned hours ago. But with every inch that it proceeded, it just seemed to grow larger, till the pain was sharp and acute and he was certain he would tear. He felt like most of the labor was spent pushing at a large animal that had already partially exited, his body practically convulsing with contractions as it tried to progress. He begged the others to pull the thing out, but they refused.

With every push he felt as though it was splitting him. He was slumped in a puddle of sweat, milk, and tears by the time the labor ended, more than a full twenty-four hours since it had begun. Jack lay limp, boneless, completely motionless. He had finally given birth.

To a foal.

It was white.

-

This made it three times in a row that he had given birth to near-worthless inventory. A single horse wasn’t going to bring in much money and Jack was doubtful that there was even a market for it in the area.

Things were getting out of control. There was nothing vaguely practical about his condition anymore. All that work for nothing. He felt almost traumatized, not merely by the labor, but by the meaningless of it all. And the fact that it would keep happening.

When Jack finally went back in to the office, everyone looked vaguely horrified. No one would even meet his eyes. Even Tom’s positive spirits couldn’t lift everyone up. But then, Tom was rich. The stakes were lower for him. Jack overheard Dean talking to Mindy about trying to selling his stocks.

Jack felt like a failure. He began to dedicate even more of his time to looking for the goth girl who had cursed him, even going as far as hiring a private investigator, who he only interacted with by phone. But he wasn’t optimistic, and the investigator additionally warned him not to be.

The horse was put in the stables of one of Tom’s properties. Jack had suggested they sell it off, but Tom seemed quite fond of it. As long as Jack didn’t have to see or hear about it, he supposed it was fine. The horse was just another reminder of what a mess he was in.

Jack was not talking to his parents. Or rather…they weren’t talking to him. At all. They had all but disappeared, leaving not even a note as to where they had gone off to. Probably somewhere far.

His parents were decidedly disturbed. Jack would give them some time. Perhaps a lot of it. After all, how could he expect them to accept what he had become when even he couldn’t? His parents had looked at his business success, then at the state of his body. They had never been superstitious, but after witnessing the birth of the horse, they suddenly had a deep and daunted sense of spirituality. They thought Jack had taken to devil worshiping.

One day, Jack was sprawled on his living room couch, where he spent most of his time these days, when his cell phone began to vibrate on the coffee table. Jack lifted it and was surprised to see the name of his private investigator flash across the screen. He selected to answer, and pressed the phone to his ear, “Any updates?”

“I’ve been looking into local high school, colleges, and youth centers. I even called some jails and rehabs. Of course, there were the gothic and punk stores at the local malls—”

“Get to the point,” Jack interrupted, absently pawing at the heaviness in his gurgling stomach. He was getting rather desperate to start digging into the three-gallon container of cookie dough ice cream he had melting on the table in front of him. He also had a date with the new episode of Swamp Nudists, his favorite reality TV show.

“I think I found her,” said the investigator. “Black acrylic nails, dark hair, combat boots, participates in online witchcraft communities. Does she have a teardrop tattoo on her cheek?”

Jack went rigid. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten that detail. “Yes,” he breathed.

“Then this is probably your girl. Tell me when you’re ready for the address.”

-

Jack was absolutely buzzing. His adrenaline was pumping. It was dizzying, but it also fueled him. He wrapped himself in his largest overcoat. He wasn’t too big with his pregnancy, though the material did little to hide the huge breasts stacked on his chest. Still, Jack was too excited to care much about his appearance at that moment. He was grabbing his keys and just about to head out to find goth girl, when his phone rang. He answered distractedly. “Yes?”

“Jack, you need to come over.” It was Tom. “My house in Cobar.”

“This is a bad time.”

“This is really, really important.”

Jack wanted to curse. “This better be good.”

“Trust me, it is.”

Jack could hardly focus during the drive. Tom’s townhouse was out of the way by a whole forty-five minutes. He had closer apartments and properties. If this turned out to be a waste of time, Jack just might deck him.

He pulled into the gates which were wide open for him. When he parked his car on the expansive driveway he immediately saw the stables on the west of the house, and grimaced.

Tom appeared next to the car, opened the door, and all but pulled Jack out.

“It’s fine,” Jack resisted the aid. “I’m not huge yet.”

Tom raised a brow at him, as though to ask if he was quite sure.

Jack followed Tom to the stables, which were occupied only by the newborn white foal. “What is this about?” said Jack in annoyance. He couldn’t help looking the foal over. It seemed healthy enough.

“Anything seem odd to you?” asked Tom.

“No. Tom, this is a waste of…” Jack trailed off as he finally noticed the horn. Or the start of one, protruding from the forehead of the foal, in the perfect spiral. It was a silvery white color and almost seemed to glow. Jack felt himself gawking.

“It’s growing a horn!” Tom exclaimed.

“W-what?”

“It’s a fucking unicorn!”

“What…the…fuck.” Jack was astonished. He didn’t know what to do with this information. “Is it magical?” he asked stupidly.

“Jack this whole situation is magical,” said Tom, laughing uncharacteristically, all giddy and hysterical.

They spent the whole night talking. Tom even let the unicorn in the house, where it immediately began to slobber on the fine Italian furniture. Tom tried to get Jack to nurse it, but Jack was too dazed, and a little scared as well. As a compromise, he allowed Tom to bring out some breast pumps, and put them on.

Was this unicorn a good thing? Jack wondered. How had he produced a mythical creature? What could it do? What should they do? Should they tell the others? Who could they even consult on this? What if the unicorn attacked them or—or—

“Maybe it’s a sign of something,” Tom muttered.

“What?” said Jack.

“I don’t know. Something good?” Tom ran his hands up and down Jack’s round belly, and Jack felt less worthless than before, but more confused than ever.

They had the best sex they’d had in months. Jack reluctantly left in the morning. Amazed as he felt, there were still some loose ends he needed to clear up.

He drove directly to the city and the shoddy apartment building the private investigator had directed him to. He walked numbly to the first floor apartment and gave three sharp knocks.

There was some banter on the inside, someone shouting at someone else. There was some scuffling, and finally, the door swung open.

There stood the goth girl, her black hair in messy pig tails, her mascara smudged messily around her eyes, and fingernails like claws as they curled down from her hands.

She looked at him in surprise. She regarded him, from his massive six breasts, to his at-term-looking gut, and the moisture seeping into his clothes even at that moment. Smirking, she crossed her arms, leaning on the doorframe.

“Lesson learned,” Jack told her breathlessly.

“Seems so,” she drawled.

The End