Piglets, Part 9 - Male Version

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Note: This is a male version of Piglets.

Summary: Aaron is impregnated with mutated pig sperm. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts (3 pairs), lactation, stuffing, animal pregnancy, animal characteristics/partial transformation, butt expansion, weight gain, birth.

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"I can't come out right now," said Aaron weakly. He continued to stare at his reflection.

And Sammy continued to knock. "Aaron, don't be ridiculous. You already missed Bio lab. Get out of the bathroom!"

Aaron's breathing grew thinner. He looked overdue with quintuplets—he looked as though he had a beach ball affixed to his torso. And his two pairs of breasts—the round, bloated FF-cups perched atop his belly. There was no hiding them anymore. He had become a freak.

"Aaron, you can't stay in there forever!"

It was true. Even then, Aaron's stomach grumbled in hunger. He turned sideways to hold onto the counter. His hips ached from the weight perched atop them. His legs were weak from their relentless burden. His back was tight, and his belly button protruded out at least two inches from his navel.

"Aaron!" Sammy called. "Don't make me call someone to break down this door."

Feeling sick, Aaron finally tore his gaze away from his reflection. He dug through one of the counter drawers for a spare set of clothes.

All he could find was a shirt that didn't go down as far as his navel, and a pair of sweats he struggled to jerk up his bloated ass.

His shoulders trembled once he was finished, his belly heaving with his heavy breathing.

"Aaron," Sammy called. "I'm giving you one more—"

The door swung open and Aaron stood there in all his bloated glory.

Sammy stared in shock at how much Aaron's lower breasts had grown, large enough to heave up the upper ones and shelve them atop. Aaron looked completely horrified.

"I don't know what's happening to me," he weakly admitted. "None of this is normal." Hands trembling, Aaron cupped the freshly swollen lower-mounds. "I have…breasts...and...ohhhhh..." Aaron groaned, his face reddening as all four of his nipples suddenly became erect. The upper ones were at the forefront, bulging out large and unnaturally. The lower ones were slightly less massive, though still quite considerable in size.

And then all four seemed to be throbbing, endlessly tightening then relaxing, tightening then relaxing... "Ngghhh..." Aaron groaned, arching his back as his nipples pushed outwards additional centimeters. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for release.

But nothing happened.

Aaron opened his eyes and stared at the strange way his upper nipples were protruding in his shirt, resembling D-batteries in size. The lower ones weren't there yet, but were catching up. Aaron's eyes teared. He finally looked back at Sammy. "What’s wrong with me? Ugh." He clutched his belly as it experienced a powerful squirm.

Though Sammy's face remained completely blank, her mind was running a mile a minute. The treatment she had given Aaron the previous night seemed to have exacerbated his developments—that being the two additional breasts that had grown beneath the original ones. And to have grown so large throughout the morning, Aaron must have experienced visible growth spurts. Sammy was practically salivating at the profound scientific achievement. She just regretted that she hadn’t witnessed it for herself.

Sammy reacted carefully. “Oh my gosh!” she said with feigned shock.

Aaron rubbed at his eyes. He was trembling, bosoms jiggling.

“Is this what’s been going on with you?” said Sammy, taking Aaron’s arms comfortingly, and guiding the boy out of the bathroom. “The explanation is simple. You must have been exposed to some sort of chemical—or radiation. You’re suffering a drastic gene mutation,” Sammy said informatively as she guided Aaron towards the couch.

Aaron hiccupped, his belly bobbing, and nearly throwing him off balance. He clutched it, his fingers sinking into the thick layer of fat. “C-can I be cured?” he wheezed. He felt relieved to finally be in knowledgeable hands. Maybe he could finally get to the bottom of this—even get treatment.

Sammy looked Aaron over then gave him a hard look. “I can’t make any promises…but I’ll do my best, Aaron. Mutations, after all, are my specialty. Besides that, I think I’m the best hope you’ve got.” Sammy gave Aaron a comforting smile though she really just wanted to snicker. She supposed it would be better for the specimens if their host had a false sense of hope.

Over the next few days, Aaron took medical leave from classes—Sammy’s order—and sat at home, trying to stay relaxed—another order from Sammy. Aaron would observe how bizarre his breasts looked perched atop each other on his chest. He would feel them tighten and quietly groan. They were slowly swelling to GGG-cups.

The pressure in his abdomen was now a continuous sensation and Aaron feared that it was growing as well. Every day it became harder to get around, his belly heavier, fuller, and even beginning to scrape against the doorframes when he waddled from one room to the next. Aaron felt so uncomfortably full he was disinclined to get up most days. He found himself spending a lot of time on the dorm couch.

Sammy provided Aaron was increasingly large meals on an almost continuous basis, leaving the dorm only to attend classes. And when she was neither feeding Aaron nor attending classes, Sammy sat behind her laptop typing away. She would consistently pause to stare at Aaron for a while, then quickly go back to typing.

Hard at work to cure me, Aaron would think with a small amount of relief.

In actuality, Sammy was keenly documenting every bit of Aaron’s progress that she could, at times even snapping photos of him without his knowledge.

Aaron had to spread his legs wide to make way for his belly, which was still perched heavily on his thighs even then. Getting food into his mouth was a matter of navigating it around the mounds on his chest, but Aaron managed.

When Aaron was up for getting to his feet, he spent a lot of time in the mud bath, but it just seemed to be shrinking around his mass. Mud pushed out of the pool and splashed over the edges whenever he eased himself in. He feared the day he would no longer fit.

When Aaron was hungry, the need for food was excruciating. He would moan, whine, even cry when he wasn’t fully satiated. Taking care of him was becoming a full-time job for Sammy.

That afternoon, Sammy had run completely out of prepared food, and had been so desperate to feed Aaron, she had given him a 10-gallon tub of butter in hopes that it would quell the boy’s appetite.

In a matter of moments, Aaron licked the container clean. Afterwards, he breathed deeply, in and out as his belly gurgled and trembled, then released a monstrous growl. “Sammy…” Aaron whimpered, as he kneaded what he could reach of the plump flesh with his hands. His skin seemed to be constantly flushed pink by then. “Sammy…ngghhhhh…I…need…more…”

Sammy could only marvel at Aaron’s size. His belly seemed to be advancing every day, growing past his knees. He would be too big for the couch soon.

Getting him up on his feet was a struggle now, Aaron pushing as Sammy pulled. And Aaron’s breasts had swelled so much they were beginning to press his chin.

Even Sammy was uneasy by then. There seemed to be no end in sight. They were far beyond medical intervention. Sammy began to fear that Aaron actually would pop.

Aaron wriggled in bed one night in discomfort. He felt like a turtle that had been turned onto its back. Strangely, his belly was not the main source of his discomfort.

His upper breasts were growing, and bigger than the lower ones again. They were beginning to serve as a heavy, uncomfortable overhang, perched atop the lower ones that were already sore and pressurized as they were.

Aaron struggled to sit partially upright, against his pillows. He panted when he succeeded. Every little maneuver exhausted him.

His lower breasts were uncomfortable, nipples aching. They were tight enough without the pressure of the upper ones. Aaron shifted as he struggled to find a position in which he could lift some of the weight of his upper breasts from his lower breasts, but nothing seemed to work.

He gasped for breath, flushed and sweating by then. Gritting his teeth and resenting himself, Aaron slowly raised his hands, and planted them on his lower breasts.

He began to kneed and squeeze them, urging them to grow and catch up to the higher mounds so they were no longer as susceptible to the uncomfortable pressure. Maybe if they were bigger, big like the upper ones, it would be bearable.

“Unnghhh…” Aaron moaned as his lower breasts warmed, nipples swelling out. He was so lost in his own dilemma that he completely oblivious to Sammy in the bed opposite his. “I think I…ah…ah…oh goddd…” He felt his breasts tightening.

It was only then that Aaron’s fingers brushed against something under his lower breasts. What felt like—moles—on the skin directly beneath them.

But he had no time to further explore this matter. “Nghhhhghh…ahhh-!” Milk exploded from both his lower nipples.

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