Pet Shop, Part 15 - Female Version

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

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Tom brought Maggie back to his ludicrously massive house.

In the living room, Maggie stood against the wall, breathing heavily and arching slightly. Her back was stiff, ill-equipped for the great weight it was carrying. Her belly was huge and heavy. She looked due with fucking quad or quints. Squid eggs. Maggie shuddered. She looked as though she had a beach ball attached to her torso.

Her breasts were feeling rather heavy, the flesh tingling and nipples aching. She was almost worried she might start lactating again. The mounds felt full and warm, like she was producing milk. She gulped.

“You okay?” Tom asked as he undid his tie, dropping it onto the back of the couch.

“Just…trying to adjust,” Maggie managed, grimacing.

Tom snorted. “Good luck.” He headed to the bar and began to pour himself a drink.

Maggie glared at him. “You’re not much help,” she grumbled.

Tom downed his glass of wine then slithered over. His eyes looked bright, his face a bit flushed and rather devious. “Then let me.”

Maggie gave a dubious look as Tom took her arms. “B-Bennett,” she managed, left with no choice but to lean heavily on him as she was pulled from the wall. She hooked her arms around Tom’s neck. “Nnggh, I’m about to pop,” she groaned.

“Then let go,” Tom murmured, carefully making Maggie turn around in his arms, so Maggie’s back was to his chest. He cradled Maggie’s belly, either side of it. Eugh. Maggie realized that it was wider than she was, like her belly was outgrowing her.

Maggie gasped as she was pushed back into the wall, so her belly pressed into it. She groaned and cupped her mound, drawing in a shaky breath. “Careful,” she wheezed.

“Mmm.” Tom just seemed to press her harder. He reached up to cup Maggie’s four breasts, fingers thoughtfully gliding over the swollen nipples until Maggie’s eyes fluttered. “Oh, do you have something in here for me?” Tom murmured.

“Shut—nnghhh…” Maggie moaned as two of her nipples were tweaked. “What are you doing?” she managed, wincing as her belly was squished yet harder, Tom’s body pressing fully against her.

“Trying to induce you.”

“Not working,” Maggie mumbled back.

“Patience, Price.”

Maggie almost smiled, but her face twisted as her nipples were roughly squeezed and tugged. “Stop it, you’re going to—”

“Hm?”

“…going to make them leak,” Maggie admitted weakly.

“Just let it go.”

Easy for you to say. Maggie tensed up. “I just don’t want to fucking deal with it.” Maggie somehow managed to extricate herself from where she was caged between Tom and the wall. The effort left her flushed and panting as she cupped the underside of her belly with both hands, feeling as though it might spill away from her, as heavy as it was. “Help me to bed,” she pleaded, feeling exhausted.

Tom wrapped his arm behind Maggie’s waist, and obliged. It wasn’t long before the two were settled in Tom’s massive bed.

“How does it feel?” Tom inquired, prick that he was.

“Really full,” Maggie grumbled. “And really fucking uncomfortable.” She tried fruitlessly to shift herself into a tolerable position, but her body was just so tight, pumped full to the brim with strange and inconvenient entity.

“We could try sex,” said Tom, perhaps, a little hopefully.

Maggie huffed. “If one more thing is stuffed up there, I’m literally going to burst.” Her belly gave a random heave, causing her to tense up, her face twitching. She slowly came down, managing to relax. She appreciated as Tom rubbed circles on the gigantic fucking mound in the sheets.

“A contraction?” Tom asked.

“Just a—spasm, I think,” Maggie murmured wearily.

“Hm.” Tom leaned over, and Maggie thought it was to coddle her some more, but instead Tom buried himself in Maggie’s chest, licking, nipping, and sucking as Maggie shivered. Tom climbed over Maggie on all fours, the hard length of his erection jabbing against Maggie’s swollen abdomen.

Maggie couldn’t help arching as her breathing thinned, and as her own loins tingled and moistened. She felt heat surging and blooming deep in her core, when a trickle of fluid brought her out of it. Her nipples were stinging, and when Maggie opened her eyes, she could see that a bead of milk had rolled down her lower left breast. “Fuck,” she hissed, pushing Tom away from her. “What did you do?” She groaned as her other nipples pulsed and stung. She knew they would be quick to follow the first one in leaking.

“Moving things along,” said Tom with indifference, and completely unrepentant.

“Just stop, you’re—I’m really overwhelmed right now,” said Maggie, feeling weirdly embarrassed, almost prudish. But this was an extraordinary situation and Tom was happily exacerbating things. “Just let me fucking breathe.”

Tom’s face softened. “Fine,” he agreed.

So the two settled down for the second time that evening, and Maggie tried her best to sleep.

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“I feel like I can start giving birth right now,” said Maggie, admittedly mortified. “But when I try, nothing comes out. But it all just feels really low and tight. Like they’ll start just popping out if I relax enough.”

“Then relax,” suggested Tom.

“You don’t get it,” said Maggie, shifting her pelvis somewhat, trying to adjust the weight of her girth.

Tom was still trying to help her induce. Maggie didn’t blame him. She looked like a whale. She felt like one. In fact, she felt like she should have been trying to birth at that moment. Over packed and overdue. That morning, Tom served her an overly spicy breakfast, that just had her gulping down fluids rather than pushing out squid eggs. Maggie’s belly was straining by the time she finished her third glass of milk.

Her breasts were getting bigger, no matter how much she tried to deny it. All because of her stupid, unbirthed squid, that had decided to use her as a personal incubator. Now her tits were hot, tender, and swollen. Bigger than they had ever been before. It made her uncomfortable, if not a little panicked. The extra mounds had already been tricky to hide. And they were too tender to bind now.

Maggie waddled over to the table, trying her best to breathe evenly from the exertion of the simple movements. She was wearing a stretch T-shirt that most of her gut bulged out of, a pair of panties that stretched over her fuller-than-normal ass, and a thin robe thrown around her shoulders that had no hopes of closing. She allowed Tom to help her ease down in a chair. “Just want to get some work done.” She groaned once she was fully seated and rubbing the sides of her gut.

Tom nearly choked on his coffee. Bafflement was an amusing look on the posh man. “You want to go in to the shop?” he said in disbelief.

“I just want to distract myself.” Maggie tiredly grabbed up a fancy roll. She slathered it with butter and began to gnaw on it.

“We have to figure out what we’re doing about this.” Tom nodded to Maggie’s stomach.

Maggie chewed thoughtfully, continuing to rub the side of her gut. She had no idea what to do. She didn’t even know how her situation even worked. Surgery seemed risky in various ways. She would be risking her health, her life, her money, and the continuation of the pregnancies. But her body was presently being pushed to its limits and she wasn’t going into labor. She felt so close—on the cusp. But it wasn’t enough. And what if the squid inside her laid another batch of eggs? She would be in serious trouble.

Maggie ate slowly, every bite she swallowed adding tension to her abdomen, and yet she was ravenous. She tried to balance it out, taking frequent breaks and adjusting herself. She kneaded at gas with her fingers, hoping to open up a little more space.

She was only able to stop when she was a little pained, and felt on the verge of retching. Tom was watching her in fascination, and Maggie could only assume she had made a complete pig of herself.

“Help me up,” Maggie mumbled.

Tom came over, and wrapped his arms around what he could of her as Maggie gripped the table as tight as she could. Maggie took a deep breath, and together, they heaved. Maggie groaned once she was on her feet, and Tom continued to hold her by the hips, keeping her stable. He allowed Maggie to try to catch her breath.

Tom was pressed tightly behind her. Maggie sighed and rested her head back on his shoulder. She felt him begin to rock gently, grinding against her backside with his growing erection.

“We should try it,” said Tom.

He was still trying to help induce labor. Or so he claimed.

It made sense. In fact, it was probably the only thing they hadn’t tried by that point. “Maybe,” said Maggie, unwelcome to the prospect of another conference with Sturges, Simon, Dean, and Amelia, about the matter of her pushing out the next yield like a breeding farm animal. Like the prized pig that she had become.

Tom was grinding harder, his hands rubbing up and down Maggie’s swollen flanks.

“You really are into this,” said Maggie, almost skeptically. Tom welcomed her readily even as her transformation grew more grotesque. “God, you are such a freak,” Maggie panted.

“Mm,” Tom agreed.

“More so than I am.”

“Right,” he said.

“You’re—”

“Maggie,” he cut her off.

Maggie gripped the table harder as Tom slid her panties down. “I’m just so stuffed,” she managed, reddening as Tom pushed her down, simultaneously adjusting himself.

“Tell me when to stop.”

Maggie didn’t.

A phone rang. By that point, Tom was inside of her. Tom panted and grasped haphazardly at the table. He somehow retrieved his cellphone and balanced it on his shoulder. “Hi Simon.”

Maggie restrained a groan. Her legs could barely hold her by then. She allowed her belly to press into the table, shifting some of the weight off her pelvis. Tom idly leaned on her, causing Maggie to grunt.

“Yeah, we’re still discussing it,” Tom said breathlessly into the phone. He idly rubbed the side of Maggie’s sweaty orb. “Of course we’re both concerned. I think she’s just hesitant to—ngghhh—” Tom broke off as Maggie’s loins clenched, the phone dropping to the floor.

It was another spasm. Maggie arched and moaned, her legs giving out. Tom tried to pin her there but they were both sinking.

“Maggie,” said Tom, breathless and flushed. “Do you want me to…”

But Maggie lost track of his words. Her belly was tensing, swelling, pressing outward so forcefully every muscle in her body clenched and she feared she would burst. Her four nipples leaked fat white droplets of milk, and she wasn’t in pain, but tears poured down her cheeks.

She came hard, body seizing and clenching and pushing harder onto Tom. Tom was quick to follow, as he gave an embarrassingly erratic moan. Afterwards they were both slumped on the ground, grasping each other for balance, Tom’s body slumped, depleted.

It was a while before either had the energy or the confidence to verbalize words.

“Was that my fault?” Tom asked hoarsely, still an amusing contrast to his normally composed demeanor.

“I don’t think so,” Maggie breathed out.

“We need to get back to veterinary clinic.”

“To waste time in indecision?”

Tom didn’t respond, he just waited for Maggie to gather her energy, until she was ready to stand, then both got cleaned up.