Piglets, Part 5 - 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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Aaron stuffed handfuls of cheesy macaroni into his mouth. When the 24-inch wide, extra-deep pan of it had been entirely stuffed down his throat, he went for the lasagna with the same zest. Afterwards, Aaron chomped down a whole roast by himself, eating the fat, the cartilage, and sucking on the bones. It had to have been at least a twenty-pound hunk of meat.

When he finished it, he groaned in discomfort, but his stomach continued to growl in hunger, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He slurped down a whole pot of thick, buttery gravy, gobbled down a mountain of mashed potatoes, a pan of sweet potatoes loaded with whipped cream and marshmallows, twenty-five half-pound double cheese burgers seeping oil and fat, a massive bowl of french fries slathered in ketchup, mustard, and melted cheese, then five milkshakes so thick he could barely get them through the straw. His stomach gurgled fitfully as he gasped for breath. But when his eyes laid on the cake, it released a monstrous grumble, despite his tightness. Aaron heavily made his way over to it.

“Aaron…” said Sammy uncertainly as she watched.

Aaron closed in on the dessert. It was a massive five-layer chocolate fudge monstrosity, slathered in whipped cream cheese icing, and covered in chocolate crumbs. Not even bothering with eating utensils, Aaron forced it down with handfuls, despite how his body protested with every gulp he took. He grunted in pain, clutching his belly, but then went right back to eating. He felt as though he could burst, yet was desperate to force every crumb into his stomach.

It took him a half hour to finish, and when it was over, he was flushed and sweaty, his body trembling. Sammy helped him over to the couch as he gasped for breath. He slowly lowered himself onto his plump ass and released a large belch, but this did little for his tightness.

He stared at his gut, then squeezed his eyes closed, releasing whimpers every so often. Something wasn’t right. He felt like he was going to pop. A shudder ran through his round belly. “Sammy…erghh…I…I think…”

Sammy was beside him, holding his hand, watching as Aaron struggled with the effects of his considerable intake. His body was racing to accommodate it, the piglets slowly absorbing the calories.

“Nrrghhhhh…” Aaron groaned, and Sammy was fascinated to see his flushed belly push forward. It ended just as quickly, as Aaron panted, clutching either side of it. “What’s…what happening…oh god …nnngghhhhh!” The growth spurt recurred as Aaron groaned and squirmed. It ended, then recurred one more time, before Aaron passed out, and Sammy could do nothing more than stare.

Aaron now looked at term with child – no – more like overdue. His belly was large and round, and perched in his lap. Sammy tentatively touched it, finding the layer of fat upon it still in place, protecting the young within. Aaron had swollen up several inches in the span of moments, and Sammy was itching to do a scan.

She knew it was risky, with Aaron in a sleeping, rather than a drugged, state. Instead, Sammy hurried off to her room, returning shortly with a stethoscope, and pressing it about Aaron’s flushed navel, which was now bulging completely out of his top.

All Sammy managed to hear was some squirming, but not much else. She carefully felt around Aaron’s bloated belly. The movement within was restricted, as though the creatures inside were tightly packed together. Sammy was not sure how much more they had to grow.

Sammy stepped back and looked over Aaron musingly. She was surprised that such a small and skinny young man had managed to make such a useful and ample test subject. Sammy gave Aaron’s belly a smug little pat. Silently commending herself on her mastery of manipulation, and her dedication to science, Sammy found a blanket and draped it over Aaron’s belly (mainly to keep the specimens warm), then went off to her room to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day for the other student.

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When Sammy came out of her room the next morning, she stared at Aaron’s form on the couch. The boy looked even bigger than he had the night before. He was growing and growing. He was even good at it. As usual, he barely had to do a thing for himself.

Sighing, Sammy got started on breakfast. She heard Aaron groan awake.

“What happened?” Aaron moaned, struggling to sit up, and only succeeding after several attempts. He stared down at his girth as the blanket slipped off him. “Woah,” he murmured, clutching his mound with both hands. He pressed into the squishy surface, his mouth open in fascination. Despite the resistant, his belly was completely spherical. His plump breasts were perched atop it, and his T-shirt had become little more than a belly-shirt.

Aaron tried and managed to stand up after several attempts, breathing heavily and dripping sweat. Several inches of his plump ass bulged over the top of his pants. Though he was fully dressed, he looked half-naked.

Panting, Aaron lowered himself back onto the couch, looking as though he couldn’t handle standing much longer. “I overdid it,” he wheezed.

Sammy did nothing more than nod, cracking the twelfth egg in the pan then pouring two cups of oil over it. She turned to rummage in the fridge for cheese.

Aaron leaned back, groaning quietly. “I have to put off this weight.”

If anything, he was going to put more on.

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Aaron managed to adjust to his latest growth, walking more carefully, and tugging more diligently on his latest outfits in his efforts to conceal his bare skin. This did him little good, of course. There was not a top he could find that at least half his belly did not bulge out of. All his sweatpants were stretched to capacity, and his C-cup moobs bobbed about relentlessly in every top he owned.

During classes, Aaron was uncomfortable, fidgeting, sweating, and breathing heavily. He often adjusted and readjusted himself in his seat, rubbing his lower belly, and when he thought no one was looking, his breasts, which piqued Sammy’s curiosity. Sammy was regretful that it would be reckless to drug him again to give him another exam, especially when he was so far into his condition.

“Are you okay?” Sammy whispered.

“Yeah,” Aaron lied, forcing a grin. “Gas I guess.” He continued to rub his navel. “I’m becoming a fucking pig.”

Sammy turned away to hide her smile. She had learned to interpret “gas” as being movement. That was a good sign.

Aaron’s belly had begun to take on a pinkish hue, and not just when Aaron was exerting himself. It was just pinkening in general. Sammy made sure to add this to her notes.

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After class, Aaron was leaving, when someone grabbed his arm. He gasped as he was pulled into a corner and pushed so his belly pressed the wall.

“You didn’t call,” Kim teased as she pressed up behind him. Her delicate hands groped at the sides of his stomach.

“Kim,” Aaron groaned, as her fingers slid into his shirt and up to his tender chest. “S-slow down—”

“Why would I want to do that?” Kim pushed harder against him, and Aaron moaned, pressing his hands to the wall as the pressure in his stomach intensified to bursting. As Kim massaged his breast with one hand, she squeezed his opposite nipple between her fingtertips, making him whimper.

“Does it feel good?” Kim demanded.

“Mmmgh…” Aaron managed, body shuddering.

Kim continued to methodically massage and squeeze Aaron’s breasts as he grunted quietly both in pain and pleasure. Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release. Aaron could feel his dick straining against the front of his low-hung sweats.

“Do you want to go back to your dorm?”

Aaron hesitated. He had another class in an hour, and he felt so – large and ungainly – but why not? Kim seemed to like his new body. He ought to take advantage of it.

He nodded.

She grinned.

They headed back to his dorm, Aaron waddling awkwardly as Kim blatantly stared, licking her lips. Once inside, Aaron lowered himself to the couch. His stomach grumbled.

Kim tittered at hearing it. Putting up a finger to urge him not to get up again (not that Aaron really thought he could), she bounced off to his kitchenette and dug around in his fridge for a few moments. Not nearly as creative as Sammy, Kim returned with a large tub of butter and a spoon, a mischievous smile on her face.

Aaron snorted with laughter. That would be a cakewalk for him. He accepted the butter, and gulped it down, scoop by scoop, finishing in only a matter of moments. Afterwards, he licked the container clean, Kim watching as he did so in fascination, then leaned over and kissed him.

Despite the large mass that divided them, the two proceeded with a heavy kissing and petting session. Aaron shuddered as Kim worked her way into his shirt, exposing his full, plump breasts. She closed her mouth around a swollen nipple, sucking hard as Aaron moaned in ecstasy. She moved on to his opposite breast just before Aaron could reach completion, meanwhile massaging the former with her hand. Back and forth. This torture went on for the remainder of the hour, until Aaron finally lost control, Kim chuckling as he shuddered beneath her. Afterwards, he was pink, sweaty, and languid, but managed to say, “I’ve got class.”

Kim gave his nipple one last harsh suck, before allowing it to pop out of her mouth against the suction. “Hm?”

“I can’t miss this lecture,” Aaron gasped out, holding her away from him before adjusting his shirt.

Aaron hastily tucked himself back into his clothes, and Kim helped him to stand up. Waddling slightly, he walked to one of his remaining boxes of gainer bars. He stuffed several of them in his backpack to snack on throughout the upcoming lecture. He then dragged Kim out of his dorm and vaguely promised to call her.

He gave Sammy a smile when he arrived late to class, and waddled his way to the seat she had saved for him. He knew was disheveled. He was panting as his hand absently rubbed his fitful stomach.

“What did I miss?” Aaron breathed, holding his belly as he carefully sat down. His belly squashed down on his lap as it tended to lately. Suddenly his eyes widened, and a strange squealing noise burst from his throat. The professor stopped mid-lecture, and all eyes in the room turned to him.

“Sorry,” said Aaron, his face feeling hot. The professor gave him a reproachful look and the lecture resumed, with some snickers.

Sammy turned to him in concern. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“I’m fine,” Aaron said hurriedly, not meeting her eyes. He turned his focus to his notebook as his free hand tugged down his T-shirt, trying to conceal the fact that his belly button was now protruding outwards for some reason.

During the lab part of the class, Aaron tried his best to participate, but it was posing some difficulty. He wiggled and fumbled beneath the weight of his belly as he tried to reach for specimens. The mound pressed the table, and hindered his range. Any movement he made was a great exertion that left him gasping, flushed, and sweating.

Sammy begged him to take it easy. “I’ve got it. Just relax. You’re in no condition to be doing this kind of stuff.”

“I just put on a little weight. I’m not disabled or anything,” Aaron protested. But practically speaking, there was actually little he could do on his own, and he was left to fumble beneath his girth for most of class as Sammy completed all the work.

When professor Ryan passed, she took to eying his mass, and with the same fascination everyone else donned when they looked at Aaron these days. In his efforts to remind her of their arrangements when it came to his participation grade (and Aaron had “participated” a lot for professor Ryan), he threw her a seductive smile, but the professor simply frowned and hurried off.

After class, Aaron managed to slip away from Sammy, not wanting his friend to see his state of exasperation. He was beginning to feel like a complete freak.

Biting his scowl, Aaron made his way to the Plus-Sized Apparel store a few blocks from campus. He was in desperate need for a new wardrobe.

He had to continuously take breaks to catch his breath, often clutching a street sign, or slumping down in benches by bus stops. He was just getting so heavy. The mounds on his chest were bloated and sore from all Kim’s attention earlier, and the skin beneath them felt even worse for some reason. Now that Aaron was off campus, people were truly gawking at him, making him feel all the more freakish. These strangers hadn’t witnessed his weight gain as a progressive thing, so he must have looked harshly enormous in the context of the fairly fit and athletic college down. Aaron did his best to ignore the attention as he continued to struggle his way to the store.

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