Pet Shop, Part 13 - Female Version

Story Directory: $5 Patrons
Story Directory: $10 Patrons
Story Directory: $20 Patrons

Story Schedule

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.

Previous Chapter

-

Simon was pale and stunned. He had fallen speechless and looked certain that he had lost his mind.

Maggie lowered her shirt, this time resigning her efforts to hunch or wrap her blazer around herself. She let her belly stick out visibly in the stretched material. She let her four breasts protrude outwards, nipples visible against the thin cotton.

And suddenly the three of them were on the phones, waking people up, making quick deals with the local aquariums, zoos, and pet shops, keeping the best of the inventory while trying to sell their surplus in large bundles by the species.

Simon would often go back to the tanks and survey what they had, sometimes giving hasty instructions on dividing the more vulnerable eggs. Other times Simon would throw glances at Maggie. At her breasts, her gut, before remembering the task at hand. The three were on the phones into the morning and weren’t near done.

Tom and Simon continued to speculate on what to do with the aquatic creatures that had no value as pets, and Maggie stopped them at the suggestion of food suppliers. She looked nauseated and exhausted.

“No,” said Maggie flatly.

Tom tried to digress. “And then there are the breeds that we have to be careful about offering up for sale. The whale shark is an endangered species,” he noted.

“We have to release them,” said Maggie. “Into the ocean. Some of the—inventory—are river-dwellers, but you’ll pass two rivers on the way to the beach.”

“Me?” said Tom, slightly appalled. He did like to get hands-on from time to time, but this was pushing things. “Maggie, the closest beach is a twelve-hour drive from here. I’m not even sure how we would go about the transport.”

“Simon will advise us,” said Maggie with a glare.

Tom took in Maggie’s pink cheeks, her short breaths. Her nerves were fringed and she seemed a jittery mess. “Fine,” he grumbled, pulling Maggie in, allowing the woman to slump against him. “I’ll do it.” He basked in the sensation of Maggie’s belly, bloated round even after she had given birth. His hands slid up to Maggie’s waist as she sagged. She was so awkwardly chubby. It was cute.

“I think we’ve done all we can for the time being,” said Simon awkwardly, and Maggie stiffened as she was reminded of the spectator in the room. “We should all get some rest. Our new partners will begin to pick up their shares of the inventory in the next few hours, but I’m sure your staff can handle it.”

Maggie detached herself from Tom and agreed.

Dean and Amelia were just arriving as the three departed. Tom gave a nod and Maggie flatly ignored them, as Simon hung back to give instructions on the new inventory they would undoubtedly be baffled by.

Tom and Maggie got into his car, Maggie releasing a sigh as Tom started the engine.

“It could have been worse,” Tom suggested. It could have been a breed, like the pups, that necessitated constant nursing.

Maggie ignored him and closed her eyes as Tom drove slowly. Within minutes, Maggie’s body had completely relaxed, and she seemed to be getting a doze. Tom almost felt guilty as he pulled into Maggie’s driveway.

As he stared at Maggie’s unconscious form, Tom couldn’t help anguishing over all they had to do now. On top of his being volunteered to make an hours-long trip to the nearest shore and back, there would be meetings with investors and partners, conference calls, paperwork, inventory tallying, transports, and Simon would need all the support he could get in preserving the eggs.

It was a lot to juggle on top of maintaining Maggie’s secret. Just the thought of it was exhausting. It was hardly possible, if Tom really thought about it. Not with spectators hanging around.

“Maggie,” said Tom quietly.

Maggie grimaced in her sleep. Her eyes opened slowly. She noticed that she was clutching her belly, frowned, and removed her hands.

Tom replaced Maggie’s hands with his own, cupping the plump mound. “We have to tell your employees.”

Maggie stiffened at this. “Dean and Amelia? Fuck no.”

“Maggie…”

“You must be out of your mind. Who’s next? Should I call the state governor?”

“There’s no other way,” Tom argued. “Do you know how many hours of work this is going to be just between the three of us?”

Maggie’s face contorted in fury, but she restrained herself from anymore obscenities. She opened the car door and heaved herself out. Tom followed her inside, but found himself being ignored for the remainder of the day.

The following morning, Tom set off, as agreed, on a ceaseless road trip he only got through by distracting himself with calls to more potential partners and investors. He just kept reminding himself how much money this inventory would bring in compared to the previous. There was just so much of it. Fish eggs—it was just brilliant.

After the covert dumping of specimens at a few different sites, Tom was utterly drained. The tanks had been obscenely difficult to handle, and he wasn’t exactly one for manual labor. He spent the night at one of the hotels his family owned where he slept for an indulgent ten hours, before waking up and driving back to town without taking any rest stops.

Two cups of coffee in hand (both his own), Tom went to the pet shop and shoved his way into Maggie’s office.

Maggie looked up from the paperwork she was poring over. She no longer looked stressed and exhausted, but relaxed—calm.

She raised her brow at Tom. “I didn’t realize you were into road-trips, Bennett. I try to leave the grunt work to the grunts. Don’t you think Dean would have been willing to do it? Or anyone of dubious moral character?”

Tom grimaced. “If only someone hadn’t begged me to.”

“I don’t recall that,” Maggie quickly cut in. “And what I’m trying to say is—fine. I agree.” She gulped. “We’ll tell them.”

Thank fuck. Tom thought.

They decided to share Maggie’s secret much the way they had done with Simon, as both Tom and Maggie were doubtful that Maggie’s young employees would believe anything less explicit.

They called Dean and Amelia into Maggie’s office the following morning, before the shop had opened. Maggie was back to looking a combination of terrified and mortified, and Tom couldn’t help feeling pleased with it all.

“I know you both have been wondering where the, ehm, new inventory has been coming from,” Tom started, as Maggie folded her arms against herself, looking dour and nauseous. “None of the partnerships with the usual breeders have been renewed this season. You might have suspected the shop was getting its pet supply through some illegal means,” Tom went on. Maggie was practically quivering beside him.

“This is about the drug funneling?” said Dean flippantly. “It explains the money, the increased business, your constant presence. All of Maggie’s—changes. I mean, look me in the eye and try to tell me she isn’t strung out.” He nodded to his clammy boss.

Amelia shrugged and grinned, all but expressing her agreement with Dean.

“Not at all,” said Tom calmly. “Maggie’s not on drugs. I’m not—supplying them, or laundering money, or whatever you think this is. Maggie has simply been producing the inventory, physically. Amazingly enough, she carried and gave birth to the last batch of kitten and puppies, and all the aquatic eggs that we just acquired the other day.”

Dean and Amelia stared at them for a moment, blank-faced, confused. Finally, Dean began to chuckle. “They’re both high,” he said, and Amelia peered at Tom and Maggie in concern.

And suddenly Maggie was moving, hastily jerking off her blazer, unbuttoning her blouse, so that her upper most pair of breasts were exposed.

Dean choked mid-laugh, and Amelia stood in frozen shock at the display.

But Maggie continued undoing her buttons, until her second pair of breasts protruded outwards as well. She stopped there, but the curve of her belly was clear in the way is pressed against the thin material. She stood stiffly allowing her employees to gawk at her, and Tom finally began to feel sympathy uncoil in his chest.

A full moment passed of tense, awkward silence.

Finally Amelia managed, “Are—are you p-pregnant now?”

Maggie drew a deep breath. “Most…likely,” she mumbled.

Dean swore under his breath, and Amelia actually began to back away. She turned on her heel and bolted from the room as though she was being chased. Dean silently shook his head. He opened his mouth, then closed it.

“I’ll give you both the night,” Maggie said, her cheeks pink. “Either you’re in or you’re out. So come prepared to work in the morning or hand in your letters of resignation. And if you come to work, I’ll make sure it’s worth your while. And if you try telling anyone else about this—well I doubt they’d believe you.”

Dean hesitated for just a moment and then he left as well.

-

When they got back to Maggie’s house later that afternoon, Maggie spent most of her time pacing, clearly anxious about what had transpired at the shop. Tom did not know how long Maggie had been working with her young employees, and didn’t know if she was particularly attached, but she was certainly concerned about the outcome of all this. And Tom knew that Maggie wanted them on board.

“Sit, relax,” said Tom, after Maggie’s second hour of pacing. “Think of the baby animals.”

Maggie threw him a look of disgust.

Nevertheless, she settled herself on the bed. Tom brought her one of the nutritional shakes he had picked up at the local supplement shop.

The next morning, Maggie sat in her office glaring at her tightly entwined knuckles. Both Tom and Maggie looked up when they heard a light knocking on the office door.

“Come in,” Maggie called.

Dean came in, practically dragging Amelia along behind him. “We’re in,” said Dean, looking extremely disturbed. Amelia wouldn’t even meet Maggie’s eyes. “But you’re going to have to pay up.”

Maggie didn’t look it, but Tom could tell that she was relieved.

-

In the days that followed, Maggie was ambitious, productive, and surprisingly pleasant. But then, her body wasn’t burdened by a heavy litter of animals. At least not yet. She seemed happy to have her full mobility back, despite the jolly roundness of her belly. Tom liked to see her like that. One morning, in the office, Maggie held her belly as she snickered at something Tom had said. They were making quips about Dean and Amelia, both of whom had been acting awkward and detached since the week before when Maggie’s secret had been revealed.

Maggie was taking advantage of the revelation, if unconsciously. There was less of a demand for discretion. She became less self-conscious about her weight, allowing her belly to stick out, unhidden. And during closing hours, when the small group was cleaning up and counting funds, she even walked around with no hunch, no jackets, and absolute nothing to hide the four plump breasts protruding in the chest of her shirt.

Dean alternated between avoiding looking at Maggie and just staring. Amelia was slowly defrosting. She still seemed shaken, but she was getting warmer towards Maggie, and pleasantly enough, sympathetic.

Profits were absolutely booming, and everyone in the pet industry was desperate to get on as an investor at Maggie’s shop. There was so much to be done that Tom took to hiring temp workers, though he made sure never to hire the same person more than once or twice. He didn’t need any outsiders to catch on to anything.

As Dean and Amelia’s comfort grew, so did their audacity.

“So when is she going to…”

“Drop,” Dean offered, as Amelia trailed off. The three were gathered in the break room in what was becoming an impromptu meeting. “I mean, how long do these things usually last? It’s been two months, and assuming its dogs or something, she would have—er—given birth by now.”

Tom found their embarrassment amusing, but he maintained an indifferent facade. “Why is this a concern?”

“The inventory is unbalanced,” Amelia said. “We’re out of cats and dogs. We’re becoming a fish store.”

Dean continued, “And sales a slowing. All the more exotic fish have been taken. If Maggie can just produce more dogs or something—”

“Cats are a much hotter product,” Amelia argued. “Portable, low maintenance—”

“Whatever,” said Dean. “We just need more variety.”

“And this has nothing to do with your commissions?” said Tom. Generous ones at that.

“Let’s be real,” said Dean. “Those fish sales were insane.”

“It was good for business,” Amelia piped in.

“I’m sure there are methods to speed things up,” said Dean.

“Or induce?” offered Amelia. “I mean—do we know when she’s due?”

“And if you look at the farm industry, there are plenty of drugs and stuff to make animals grow faster,” added Dean. “Let’s take control. I think if we—”

The door opened, and as Maggie entered, Dean snapped his mouth shut.

Even Tom felt awkward in the silence that followed.

“Bennett? A word?” said Maggie coldly, before stepping out again.

Tom shook his head at Dean and Amelia, before following Maggie out of the room and into her office down the hall.