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Summary:  After a one-night-stand, a charming young Spaceforce captain unknowingly  impregnates an alien woman who is on the run from galactic authorities. Months later, said alien woman ambushes the young captain, and transfers her massive litter to his body, against his will, just before it is time for the children to be born. She leaves the litter with him for safekeeping. As a male, he cannot birth the litter. Instead he grows and grows as he and his crew struggle to track her so that he can transfer the offspring back over to her. Contains: Male: Pregnancy/belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, butt expansion, pregnancy transfer. Some female pregnancy.

Previous Chapter

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Tom was in his room for yet another evening, on his knees on the bed, huge belly pressing into the mattress. He felt on the cusp of having to push a baby out. He was huffing and puffing like a panting animal. Sweat poured down his face and between the cleavage of his huge tits.

He had only been making brief appearances on the command deck lately. Checking in on things, giving brief orders, but Dane had mostly taken charge. Tom couldn’t even really sit, he just stood awkwardly, one hand on the wall and the other on his back as his hips ached from the growing burden and his thighs quivered for relief from his own weight. Everyone glanced at him like they knew what was going on; that he was on the cusp. That he was beyond ripe and on the brink of bending down to push out another spawn. Maybe some even knew that he was trying to even as he stood there in his uniform, acting composed rather than whining out from the pressure as he did in his quarters.

His body was so full. Red and flushed. Heaving with strain. He wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take.

At present, in his quarters, he was still wearily trying to push despite that his body had yet to offer any contractions. He felt dizzy and nauseous, and found himself arching at times when his belly would arbitrarily tense up, causing him to grunt out from the combined discomfort and hints of pain.

Then his insides would roil, and he would clutch what he could reach of his belly, willing his spawn to settle down.

He was wearing a custom-made large, long cotton shirt, that went down to his thighs and was starting to tightly hug into the profound curve of his belly. It admittedly looked like a night gown but Tom was beyond the point of caring. Most of his masculinity had been shoved aside with the inception and progression of his unique condition.

"Nrghhhh..." His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. Gods, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. He couldn't envision living out the rest of his life like this.

Through his groaning and panting, Tom somehow caught the sound. The faintest buzz, then a shift in the air. It felt as though someone had just transported into the room, though that was impossible. The ship was moving at light speed. Unless…

Tom forced a deep breath into his lungs. He opened his eyes as he slowly lifted his chin from where it had been pressed into the cleavage of his upper breasts, and when he saw what had changed, he had to blink several times before he believed it.

Iglina.

There was a flash of metal as she tucked away her illegal transporter. She was staring at him in morbid fascination. The slight curve of her belly was gone. It meant she had birthed the one offspring he'd managed to transfer to her weeks prior. But Tom had no time to contemplate on that. He was suddenly blinded by fury. He made to get up, but then groaned hoarsely, remembering the distorted state of his body, his own weight pinning him to the bed. "You," he groaned, red and struggling, wanting to get in her face; wanting to scream. But he was too disoriented to strategize the meticulous process of getting up. His eyes teared up as he was reacquainted with the indignity of his form.

"Tom..." she said, looking a bit dazed. She continued to stare at his tremendous abdomen.

"You left me to die," he spat contemptuously.

"I did what I had to do," Iglina countered, her face growing colder. "If I had been captured and killed, you would be in the same position that you're in now."

It didn't offer much consolation. Tom felt his anger swell. All this was her fault.

"But I have finally come to relieve you of this...rather burdensome favor. Now give me our children."

Tom felt a tear roll down his cheek but he couldn't be bothered to wipe it away. Iglina was finally here. She was ready and willing. But beyond Tom's overwhelming sense of relief and happiness was an even greater feeling of guilt. "No."

Iglina looked shocked, and Tom suspected he was wearing a similar expression on his own face. "What?" she said.

It was the hardest thing Tom had ever done to respond, "No." He drew a thin breath. "You can't have them."

"Have you gone mad, Jenson? All those hormones twisted that narrow human mind of yours?"

"I don’t know if I’ll survive this," Tom managed. "But I know they will. And they deserve better than a mother like you."

"Tom, you don't know what you're saying," said Iglina, desperation leeching into her voice. "Please be reasonable."

"I made up my mind a—a while ago!" Tom grunted out as his belly shuddered. "You're not getting these children. And you're going to pay for your crimes."

The entry to Tom's quaters banged open, and several officers pushed into the room, guns aimed at Iglina. The east entryway opened as well, and two more officers walked in, weapons bared. Tom had turned his wrist com on the moment Iglina had appeared. The conversation had been broadcasted to Dane as well as several of his other high-ranking officers.

Iglina moved as though to grab her teleporter.

"Don't even think about it," said Pirtha, moving forward and pressing his laser gun straight into Iglina's temple. Iglina slowly lifted her arms in capitulation.

"I just wanted to do the right thing," she said coolly before her arms were roughly drawn back into cuffs.

"Too little too late," Tom huffed out. His four nipples started to seep into his shirt. He kept his head held high even as he felt eyes lingering on him in his undignified position. "Take her to the holding cells on deck two. And set course for spaceforce headquarters. It's time for this criminal0 to finally stand trial."

Iglina sneered at him as she was jerked towards the door. "You've gone soft, Tom." Her eyes trailed up and his swollen form. "In more ways than are readily evident. You’re really going to traipse around with that load? You look like a blorghin felger. One of those fat Muridian cows. You have teats like a woman. Can you even get up anymore?" She wrinkled her nose. "Don't tell me you're enjoying this."

The claim was so ludicrous and offensive, Tom might have had a violent reaction were he standing. Did she not realize what he was sacrificing? She would, soon enough.

If Iglina was able to gain any satisfaction from getting her offspring back; making off with them, claiming them as her own; Tom would make sure that it was denied. At some point he must have formed an attachment to the spawn because he could not bear the thought of them growing up in Iglina's clutches to be manipulated and groomed into other versions of her.

"Get her out of here," he said gruffly and watched as she was shoved out of the room. "Ngghhh...gahhhh..." he grunted out as his belly gave a pronounced heave. He clutched both sides of it. All of his officers had not yet cleared the room but he could hardly contain his discomfort.

"Sir," said Pirtha, looking uneasy as Tom released a whine and palmed at his heaving mass. "Are you—should we send for Ren?"

"Just go!" Tom snarled, red and struggling not to cry. "Leave me here. Resume your regular duties. I—I'm fine." His voice cracked.

Pirtha hesitated, nodded, then left. The remaining officers followed.

Tom squirmed on the bed. It was finally happening. The next baby was coming. "Nrgghhh!" His back arched as he was hit with another contraction. He knew he had been anticipating this. Waiting for this seemingly forever. Yet he certainly wasn't looking forward to it. This was sure to be a very long and very wearisome process. Tom laid his hand on his mound as his insides twitched and squirmed. He could feel his body building up to another contraction. "Fuuhhhk," he breathed, arching.

-

It took days of groans, strain, contortions of his body, and the humiliation of Ren and her band of aides surveying what was going on behind him. But eventually Tom had a new baby on his breast. Only one, as expected.

If anything he just felt fuller after the exhaustive birth. He knew that he had finally committed to this life, but he was still trying to accept it. He had become tired of Iglina's control over him. He couldn't let her win. And he couldn't let her acquire the children just to flee and disappear with them. She always managed to escape, one way or another.

Tom watched the news closely. Iglina's trial was a large intergalactic affair and the highlights were broadcasted daily.

She looked weary and wan whenever her face was flashed across the holographic feed.
He wondered what had become of the child she had taken. There was no news of it, and Tom had been making inquiries but the matter but the bureaucracy brought everything to a snail's pace. He had not cared of the child when he had first given it up to Iglina, but lately it was all he could think about. There was no denying that he had been changed by all this.

In several weeks they were reunited. The baby had been in the care of some friend of Iglina’s. This one was already toddling around. The infant had pale purple skin and large, watery eyes. The officers on board would look around from the child clumsily trailing along Tom to the ones on his breasts.

"This a ship or a playground?" one said, half irritated, half joking.

And there were more coming. Many more. A lifetime's worth. This whole situation didn't seem very practical anymore.

He was still getting larger. Just fucking huge. He wondered if the spawn inside him were growing beyond the development of unborn. Would they steadily develop from babies to children, all while still occupying his straining body?

He didn't want to think about it. His predicament was already horrific enough as it was.

Then there was the worst fear, the underlying fright that they actually wouldn’t survive. That they would die with him. Were they being denied childhood? Life as a whole? All while waiting for their turn to be pushed outside of him?

He was being selfish.

Tom grunted as he reached for the remote on the other side of the couch. His mound felt like a bolder crushing against his numb thighs. It was so uncomfortably huge and heavy, shoving his massive breasts upwards and almost into his field of vision. His fat nipples ached and squirted sporadically. His breasts were always so hot and full, no matter how much he pumped.

His belly outspanned his knees, and he continually felt as though he would tip over, even while he was seated. He was in a perpetual state of extreme discomfort. And worse of all, he seemed to have gotten used to it.

He was hardly mobile anymore. What would he do when he wasn't at all? Tom grabbed up the remote and managed to turn on the holographic feed. But the news was standard. Nothing on Iglina. Her trial had ended weeks earlier, and she was still rotting in her cell.

Staying put.

-

Tom was on the cusp again. God, it always felt so strange, so unpleasant. He contained a groan as his belly shuddered. They all wanted their turn to be born. In time, little ones. One hand clutched the side of his gut while the other scribbled his information on the visitor's log.

Several eyes stared at him as he waddled forward, truly straining to progress. His four breasts wobbled. His belly scraped either side of the doorframe to the room he was led to.

"Fifteen minutes," said the guard, giving Tom one more disgusted look before closing the door behind him, locking it from the outside.

Tom looked at the woman seated inside, now alone with him. "Iglina," he managed through his gasps for air.

She looked curious and cautious. "Tom?"

"It's time," he said.

There was no negotiation, no arguing. Iglina just gave a shaky nod as she gazed at his gigantic, twitching midsection in what he could only describe as intimidation.

The two got down on the hard, cold floor, trying to find a workable position. He had an abundant fear of crushing her.

"It's ok," she murmured. "I'm stronger than I look."

And then it started, the pain eclipsing the pleasure immediately, Tom crying out as his dick contorted and strained to obscene levels. He imagined he was being gutted and could feel himself actually deflating with every puff of his breath and heave of his belly. He could see her filling up. Could see her growing bigger as she whined out and his body pumped her as she arched and groaned, face flushing, limbs trembling, belly rising like dough to press into his. "I c-can't," she squeaked.

But she took it all.