Pet Shop, Part 12 - Male 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 his pet shop with animals. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiple breasts.

Previous Chapter

-

Tom awoke that night to the sensation of warm wetness on the sheets. He lifted his hand from the damp spot beside Jack’s form and slowly registered what was going on. “Jack, I think your water broke,” he said, suddenly awake.

“What?” said Jack groggily.

Tom’s hand continued to idly examine the wetness. The fluid had a slimy, graininess to it. As Tom sat up and squinted at his hand through the dim street lamps outside the window, he looked at the substance and was reminded of…caviar? “Oh,” said Tom blankly. “Jack, I think you’re giving birth.”

Jack still sounded half-asleep. “What are you talking abo…” He reached back to pat his ass, and his body stiffened. “Fuck,” he hissed.

Tom turned on the lamp on the night table.

Jack was clutching his ass with his hand, as though to hold in the small, soft beads seeping out of him. His belly shuddered, causing him to wince. “Eugh,” he said in abject disgust.

“We should get you into the tub,” said Tom blankly.

“N-no,” Jack protested. “The transfer would be way too complicated. We have to get to the shop. We have tanks, I just need to—” He quietly groaned as his huge belly gave another quiver. Tom could tell that he was struggling to hold the burden inside him. “Can you pass me the plug?” Jack said awkwardly. “The big one.”

Numbly, Tom reached into the drawer in the night stand, rummaging through the variety of sex toys, until he withdrew a butt plug. The big one. He handed it to Jack, who fumbled awkwardly with his pajama pants. Tom helped him pull it down.

“Please,” Jack pleaded, handing the plug back to Tom.

Heat rolled down to Tom’s loins. “Do you need any prep?”

“No—nnghh—just get it inside me!”

Tom parted Jack’s thighs, simultaneously pushing him back against the mattress beneath the massive orb of his belly. He pressed the tip of the plug to Jack’s clenched, seeping hole. “You have to loosen up,” he urged.

Jack hesitated, and obeyed. Instantly, Tom could see more eggs seeping out from his opening. There were different colors and sizes, some as tiny as pin pricks, and others large as marbles. Tom honestly wasn’t even sure if they were all fish eggs. It was simultaneously astonishing, unnerving, and a little exciting. Tom pushed the plug forward, slowly impaling Jack with the toy.

Jack grunted, his face reddening as he was fully sheathed. “Mmghh…” He laid his twitching hand on his navel, as though the pressure could be felt all the way over there. He looked overdue with triplets by then, his belly flushed and throbbing fitfully, his button sticking out to the size of a gold ball. “F-fish eggs?” said Jack, grimacing.“Eugh, digusting.”

“Let’s go,” said Tom.

He threw a light robe around Jack’s shoulders. It was awkward for Jack to get up and try to walk, and even moreso for him to recline in the passenger’s seat of Tom’s car, the plug still protruding out of his body. Tom’s mind was reeling as he tried to process the weirdness of this egg situation.

Jack was staggering by the time they got to the shop, and Tom awkwardly helped him to support his low, bobbing abdomen. It suddenly made sense how soft and unwieldly it was. It was the shape of a tightly packed water balloon attached to Jack’s gut, tight to bursting.

Jack was wincing, grimacing, and grunting out curses under his breath as he struggled and strained, reddening worse with every step he progressed. In a strained voice he directed Tom to the displays of fish tanks, the largest one about the size of two refrigerators laying horizontal. It was empty, but clean. “Get the hose,” Jack pleaded, restraining sobs by then, his jaw clenched and brows furrowed.

Tom hurried off, uncoiling a hose behind some of the tanks that was attached to the wall. He pushed the nozzle into the tank, then returned to the wall, to turn the tap.

Jack was leaning heavily on the tank. Tom hurried to get him a foot ladder. “What would you do without me?” Tom thought aloud.

Jack merely shook his head. He gingerly climbed onto the ladder with Tim’s aid, and awkwardly managed to step into the rising water, the back of his pajama pants looking somewhat…full, by then.

Jack slowly lowered himself, releasing a shuddering groan, the water up to his hips by that point. He shoved down his pajama pants and boxers from his plump backside, allowing them to catch at his knees. He then withdrew the plug with a small cry. He arched and groaned, his hands rubbing his stomach, drawing his strained tank top over the swollen mound.

Tom marveled at the sight of him, the way his slim legs gave way to a round bottom, the way his tank top was pasted by sweat to his four heaving breasts, nipples hard and large and protruding against the fabric. Jack was a bizarre image of fertility, and Tom still couldn’t figure out why it made his cock stir.

“How is it going?” Tom asked. The water level was climbing over Jack’s navel.

Jack just moaned. Tom looked through the glass. He could see the…eggs…pushing steadily out of Jack’s backside. He wondered if it was painful. He watched Jack’s belly gently contract.

He could tell that Jack was disturbed by the whole thing. One of his arms came up to cover his eyes.

“Is it really any worse than the puppies?”

“Shut up,” Jack hissed.

So Tom went back to examining the eggs Jack was producing, reflecting on the absurdity of it all. Jack’s face twisted, and he seemed to struggle somewhat, before his ass widened, something dark beginning to crown. “Mgghhhh…” He winced, tensed, and twisted his shoulders, spreading his thighs. A whimper escaped his lips as something wide and oval began to push out of him with a few awkward angles. As it shoved into the water, Tom slowly registered it to be a shark egg.

“They’re not all pets,” said Tom, astonished.

“What?” Jack groaned.

“We’re going to have to figure out…” Tom trailed off, still stunned. He was not sure how he had never anticipated this sort of issue. With all the animals being in egg form, he realized he was oblivious of what breeds, what kind of aquatic creatures. There was simply a lot of them, probably millions of fish, shark, and other eggs. Not all could necessarily qualify as pets, and ownership of some could even put them in legal trouble.

“I have to make some phone calls,” said Tom. He hesitated, continuing to stare at Jack’s progressively shrinking belly. It was a fascinating sight, but his concern over their problems seemed to overrule his predilections towards voyeurism. “Do you mind if I—?”

“Go,” Jack grunted, again struggling with a larger mass than the others. He shuddered, palming at his navel.

Tom walked to the front of the shop where there were no water tanks to obscure his cellphone signal. He phoned Simon Wilkins, a friend of his from college, and a skilled marine biologist. “I know it’s late,” Tom said, as soon as Simon picked up. “But I’m in desperate need of help. Can you meet with me? There’s a ridiculous amount of money on the line, and I thought you’d be interested.”

-

Tom sat in the break room, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee. At present, Jack was back in his office, all finished with the birth. It had taken a good hour, and last Tom had checked, Jack was slumped in his chair against his desk, head cushioned by his arms. He was deflated, exhausted, and probably unconscious by then. It was sort of funny, at least in hindsight, now that everything had turned out alright.

Simon sat at the table across from Tom. He adjusted the rectangular glasses that had drooped down the bridge of his nose.

“The first step would be to identify the species’, separate them accordingly, and discern the necessary aquatic environments for each. You know, fresh water or salt water, high or low light exposure, pressure levels, temperature and oxygen, and so on. There is a risk of a substantial percentage of loss if we don’t start quickly. It may require a team, to be honest.”

“I insist on you and no one else,” Tom responded, absently brushing the crisp sleeve of his Fioravanti suit. “I am fully confident in your abilities, Simon.”

Simon raised a brow but continued. “Just from first glance, it’s clear that you have a stunning variety of aquatic creatures. Pets, wild animals, rare collector items, and even some that only have culinary uses. I’m not even sure how you were able to successfully transfer some of them so far from their native habitats without them dying. Just by looking at some of the larger eggs, I can see that you have pikefish, squid, sea turtle, and even shark eggs. I’m not sure I want to ask how you acquired those.”

Tom hummed in acknowledgement. It seemed that Jack had birthed a whole fucking aquarium.

“Actually Tom…where did you get these eggs?”

Tom blinked out of his reverie. “I’m afraid I can’t say.”

Simon frowned. “If I’m to be involved, I need to know.”

“It’s not illegal. Can you just trust me?”

Simon gave him a dubious look.

“There’s money involved,” Tom reiterated. “A lot of it.”

Simon swallowed. “Just by glancing at the load, I’m pretty sure you have some Neptune Groupers in there. They go for $6,000 a piece.”

Tom smirked. “That’s not all. And I hear you have partnerships with some of the biggest aquariums on the coast.”

Simon weakly nodded. “Indeed I do,” he said faintly.

The breakroom dorm opened, and Tom was surprised to see Jack enter the room, sweaty, disheveled, and wan. He should have been home resting, but Tom was no longer surprised by how stubborn the man could be. It seemed he had put on a spare uniform, but he was still rather chubby, the shirt material stretching tightly over his belly. If he had been a woman with child, he would have looked five, or even six months along. He’d also donned a blazer, and was hunching slightly, probably to hide his chest. Jack absently raised his hand to hold his stomach, but stopped himself at the last minute. Instead, he extended the limb to Simon.

“Jack Price,” Jack said tiredly.

Simon shook his hand. “Simon Wilkins. This is a great store you have here. My niece managed to snag one of your Japanese Bobtails while they were still available. I had no idea Tom was your business partner.”

“Right,” said Jack shortly. He pulled out a chair and plopped down. “He’s more of an investor.”

Tom just smiled.

“So is everything sorted out?” said Jack, looking impatient.

It was cute how professional he was trying to act after the huge pregnancy, the butt plug, and the birthing—none of which seemed to allow for much dignity. Tom suddenly wanted to lick him, to lick every part till Jack was blushing the way he had when he’d been pushing the fish eggs out of his bloated, quavering ass.

Of course, there would be none of that. It was only a few hours till sunrise, and the shop would be opening soon. “Why don’t I take you home,” Tom offered. “You look exhausted. I can call Mindy in to open—”

“No,” Jack cut him off. He was still looking at Simon. “Mr. Wilkins, as you can see, we’re in a bit of a predicament. Are you going to help us or not?” he asked bluntly.

Simon chewed his lip for a moment. He looked pained as he responded, “I’m sorry, but I can’t get involved in this.”

“We’re desperate.” Apparently Jack wasn’t beyond begging. Of course, he was fatigued and hormonal, and that could have played a role. “I have no experience in your field. I don’t know how to handle these things. If you don’t help us, they’ll probably die.”

Simon cleared his throat. “It’s clear that they were illegally obtained. I’m sorry.” He stood to leave.

“Wait,” said Jack.

Simon frowned, but lowered his briefcase back onto the table.

Jack deeply inhaled. “We’ll come clean.”

Tom leaned back, fascinated by the scene. It was a lot of excitement for one day and he felt a little dazed.

“Do you…” Jack trailed off, his cheeks going pink. “Do you believe in magic?”

Simon stared at him. “What?”

“I…was cursed,” Jack forced out. “I’ve been forced to acquire animals, whether I like it or not. This isn’t…the first time it’s happened. You said your niece got a rare cat? Well, those were acquired in a similar way.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” said Simon, shooting Tom a glance. “This whole thing sounds ridiculous.”

“I gave birth to them,” blurted Jack.

“You what?”

“I gave birth to them. I’ve been—birthing animals for the past few months.”

“You’re out of your mind,” said Simon, looking alarmed.

“I’ll prove it.”

“Jack…” said Tom.

“If we don’t get him on board, it’ll be a huge loss. All that…effort, would be wasted,” responded Jack, seeming to gather his courage.

Tom licked his lips. He had never thought Jack would do this. Certainly not willingly. He gave a slight nod.

Jack grabbed the hem of his shirt, and slowly drew it up over his belly, which was still round, and possibly somewhat firmer. But Jack didn’t stop there. He lifted the shirt over his chest.

Simon’s jaw dropped.