Getting Spiteful (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for dunnololz.

A spin-off of Getting the Grade.

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“Nnnghhh…godd…” Jack groaned as he rubbed his hands into his hugely swollen midsection, the tension unrelenting. Gripping the dresser, he arched his back, thrusting his massive belly even farther outward as he groaned, his body burning and his skin sleek with sweat. “Fuhhhhh…” he moaned.

Several minutes and a clumsy phone call later, Karen had arrived. She helped Jack to his bed where he sat on the edge, his huge mound sinking against his lap. He huffed and puffed like he was doing lamaze as his hands continued to rub desperately against his orb. “I —” he gasped out, red, terrified, and mortified. “I think I’m —”

“It’s not labor,” Karen remarked, her stethoscope pressed against the front of his huge swell. “I think you just had little growth spurt,” she added, throwing Jack a smile.

“Coupled with anxiety,” piped in Dean beside her, “it can certainly seem like labor. Throw in a braxton hicks or two. At your size and stage, it’s easy to mistake these things for labor.”

“Goddddd…” Jack groaned, arching as his belly gave another rumble. This was supposed to be normal!? “What…the fuck…”

Karen arranged a pile of pillows by the headboard and helped him ease back against them, so he was sprawled across the bed. “Just rest up, Jackie. You know all this stress isn’t good for the babies.”

Jack did feel drowsy. He tried to relax and sink deeper into the pillows, stiffening only occasionally when his belly was shot with an arbitrary pulse of tension. Then there were the lurching movements that filled his insides. He didn’t know how he could be expected to relax when he felt stuffed to capacity and things were moving inside of him.

“We’re gonna check your vitals one more time before we go. But try to get some sleep.” Karen’s voice sounded far away now.

Jack’s eyelids grew heavy, and his belly even started to settle down a bit. Despite it, there were anxieties. When was he going to give birth? What would it be like? Would his body go back to normal? Was his dick going to grow back?

And how was he going to continue to keep his secret? When Fred got back to the dorm, he would undoubtedly see what Jack had become. Jack was hardly Jack anymore. He was practically — a woman! Jack cringed at the thought. These anxieties oscillated in his head with his drowsiness. Just as Jack finally started to fall into a fitful doze, he could hear quiet discussion outside the bedroom door.

“The babies still aren’t ready,” Karen murmured. “He should have gone into labor days ago.”

“Well at least he’s back and we can keep an eye on things,” Dean responded just as lowly. “It would’ve been a disaster if it happened abroad.”

“We still need to step things up,” Karen said. “The grant money runs out at the end of the month and Jack needs to give birth by then.”

“So we step up the pressure?”

“Literally. We need to get those babies moving,” Karen responded. “I know this is all still so new, but Jack has a fully functional female reproductive system. He should be entirely capable of giving birth. We need to keep adding stress and weight to his uterus. Get it to start contracting.”

The world darkened. Jack finally passed out.

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Jack woke up to unbearable pressure. He felt as though he was suffocating. He gasped and struggled, using all his strength to shift onto his side. Then he just breathed, his breasts heaving up and down.

It was early morning. Jack could see the dim streams of sunrise peeking in through the blinds. The room was quiet. Karen and Dean were gone.

He slowly, progressively, shifted himself towards the edge of the bed, the darkness outside progressively petering away as he finally got himself upright.

By then it was bright enough that Jack could see the fresh IV line going into his arm, pumping that nutritional sludge into his veins. He cursed as he hastily took it out, flinging it aside, then, with trepidation, he looked down at himself.

Another cursed puffed out of his throat. His belly was just massive, wider than his torso as it squashed against his lap. It was bigger than a beach ball, filled with lurching movements on all sides. He had only gotten bigger since he’d fallen asleep. His belly must have grown by inches, at least. “Karen…” he growled under his breath.

“’the fuck man.”

Jack startled and looked up to see that Fred had awoken on the bed across from his. The other college student was gawking at Jack in utter shock.

Jack’s face reddened, and he found himself speechless, not knowing what to say; how to explain any of this. Fred was staring at Jack's massive belly, unbelievably curvy hips, and the round honeydew-sized jugs on Jack’s chest, shelved there so high in his position, they often squashed against Jack’s chin.

“Christ Jack, is that you!?” said Fred.

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