Baby Elephant, Parts 13-14 - Male Version (Patreon)

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Note: This is the male version of Baby Elephant.

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Summary: An intern is impregnated with a baby elephant. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, animal pregnancy.

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13

He had been stuck wearing things like spandex leggings and tubetop-turned-t-shirts for the past week. That day, Connor’s custom-ordered lab coat arrived.

The white material was large and also stretchy to accommodate a bit of growth. It had been customized for his vast dimensions. Now that his growth rate was generally stable and predictable, the new coat would hopefully hold him over for a month or two.

The material wrapped around him. He couldn’t button it himself. His rounded bottom stuck out in the back in the tight sweatpants he wore.

That day, Connor sat at his desk, his navel feeling tight and uncomfortable. The meds seemed to be getting less effective. He had accumulated an entire inch and a half of growth over the past week. He twisted his legs in discomfort, his face red and eyes squeezed shut, as the pressure within him seemed to intensify. Just when Connor thought he couldn’t handle it any longer, pressure peaked, and his belly button popped out.

Gasping for breath, Connor stared down at his navel. It was protruding to an unusual degree, and resembled a tennis ball in size. He rubbed what he could of his belly, hoping no one would notice the change.

But one of the scientists, Sara, was suddenly by his side. “Connor? Can I see you in exam room 2?”

Connor couldn’t help rolling his eyes. Any little thing resulted in a lengthy exam. He had at least five of them a week.

Connor started, “I’m busy working on my report on-”

“I’m sorry,” Sara interrupted. “I gave you the false impression that I was asking.”

Connor grinded his teeth. By that point, he hated getting up. Sara called two interns over, and together, the three helped Connor heave his heavy body up from his seat. They also guided him to the exam room, before easing him back down. By the time Connor was seated on the exam table, he was flushed and sweaty. He was given several moments to catch his breath, Sara and the interns standing back to survey his.

“Please don’t touch it,” Connor gasped out as his lab coat was slid up his bulging navel. It just felt so sensitive. He shuddered as they defied his plea, grazing the plump, quivering skin. His belly button was flushed, almost throbbing.

“Unusual,” Sara mused.

Connor groaned. “You have to do something,” he weakly demanded, his body heaving. “This is getting out of control. How much more do you think I can grow?” By the end, he was pleading. Connor groaned again as his nipples distended.

Connor’s fellow interns were busily taking notes, observing his body while ignoring his words. How could they turn their back on him in such a way? Connor noticed that of the two interns, the male was sporting an unusually plump bottom, while the female intern’s stomach was looking rather full. Perhaps Connor was imagining it – but they looked much heavier than they had a month or so ago. Both of the interns seemed oblivious of their changes, but Connor couldn’t help staring at them in uncertainty.

“Ohhh…” Connor was distracted by the climbing tension in his abdomen. His limbs twisted in discomfort. He was getting too big - no, he was beyond it. His legs were spread wide to accommodate his considerably girth. He watched his belly button throb, and knew this wouldn’t end well.

14

Connor was beginning to notice other oddities amongst the interns. One young man was sporting a pair of steadily growing C-cups, his nipples bulging out visibly. A female intern’s pants seemed to be getting quite roomy in the front, bulging out as though she had developed a growth there. In fact, all of the interns now seemed to have developed unusual…swellings…and whereas some seemed completely oblivious of their changing bodies, others walked around the lab with looks of fear and uncertainty, sometimes throwing Connor nervous glances, before hurrying off to their next task.

And the scientists seemed entirely conscious of the changing interns. They took to practically salivating at them, like wolves to lambs. Perhaps Connor was no longer the only intern being experimented on.

But Connor didn’t have much time to worry about what was going on in the lab. He had substantial problems of his own.

Reed continued to bring his copious amounts of food most days, and Connor could not help but to indulge in the small feasts. In consequence, a good amount of his belly was already sticking out beneath his lab coat by then, and diamonds of skin were forming between the buttons at his chest. His bottom was bulging heavily out of the sweats he sported, inches of ass crack visible over the hem. Mobility was becoming a massive issue.

One afternoon, Connor struggled to stand, two interns assisting by supporting his belly. But between the three of them, they could not accomplish the task. The interns called two others over, and again they tried to heave Connor up, when the chair gave way.

Connor collapsed beneath the crushed chair, the wind knocked out of him when most of his weight fell against his torso. He sat there panting, his legs spread wide, and massive belly perched on the ground before him as it trembled and gurgled frighteningly. Connor groaned as his belly button throbbed. He moaned in discomfort as several scientists hurried over, soon touching, examining, pressing stethoscopes against his mass.

Connor wheezed. “Can’t take…much more,” he gasped out. “No more…room…nnghhh…” His belly seemed to tighten.

And as usual, Connor was ignored.

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