Piglets, Part 3 - 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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Sammy pulled a pan of lasagna out of the oven. It was so large and deep Aaron was surprised.

“First course.” Sammy smiled as she lowered it to the counter.

Aaron gulped. “For me?”

“Well, yes, theoretically.”

Aaron nodded. Sammy was trying to help him, so he was willing to go along with it – well, to the extent that he could. He watched as Sammy found a large plate and covered every inch of it with heaping portions of lasagna. She then brought it over to the coffee table in front of the couch, where the two sat down.

“Ready?” said Sammy.

Taking the fork Sammy was offering, Aaron dug into the lasagna. Halfway through the plate, he was already feeling uncomfortably full, but he managed to force down the rest.

“Okay, now let’s try another.”

Sammy returned to the counter and refilled the plate with, if possible, even more lasagna than before. Aaron felt himself beginning to sweat as Sammy brought the plate back over to him.

The second plate was a lot more difficult than the first had been. Aaron forced it down, one bite at a time, until his stomach felt quite tight and bloated. Towards the end of the plate, his stomach began to hurt. Aaron was panting and sweaty.

“Oh god.” He deeply breathed. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Sammy immediately took to coaching him. “No, you’re not,” she said. “Aaron, listen to me. You are not going to be sick. You’re not. Breathe through it.”

Aaron got up and ran for the bathroom, but Sammy beat him there and blocked the door.

“You cannot be sick. You’re going to keep it down.”

Aaron frowned at her, by then, flushed, sweaty, and in pain. He gave a curt nod and took several more deep breaths of air, holding his stomach, which felt hard and bloated against his hand.

Sammy walked off and rummaged through a drawer. She returned with some pills, and a glass of water. “Anti-nauseau meds. Go ahead.” She stuffed them into Aaron’s hands.

Aaron took the pills, managing to gulp them down.

“Why don’t we take a half-hour break?”

Aaron nodded, because he was afraid if he opened his mouth, food would come spilling out. He and Sammy sat on the couch and watched some music videos, and over the course of that half hour, Aaron started to feel a little better. His stomach had stopped hurting, and his urge to vomit had disappeared.

“Ready for another plate?” said Sammy, turning off the TV.

Even though he wanted to quit, Aaron forced himself to agree. He watched as Sammy returned to the kitchenette and made him another plate of food.

Over the course of the evening, Aaron worked his way through four heaping plates of lasagna. After Sammy told him he could finally stop, he passed out on the couch, his stomach gurgling uncomfortably.

When Aaron woke up the next morning, his stomach still felt full, but not as bloated and tight as it had been the night before. Sammy got up a few minutes later and got started on an egg, bacon, pancake, and sausage breakfast, all of which Aaron managed to force down.

“You can boil eggs in the mornings,” Sammy said as she snacked on her own modest plate. She had taken a single pancake and piece of bacon, leaving the rest for Aaron. “At least six – well, as many as you can. On top of what you usually eat. Try to do some of these exercises on your own.”

Aaron nodded as he munched on the spare weight-gainer bar he had found in his backpack. Though he had eaten breakfast, he still felt a little peckish. He did not notice the excited smile that crossed Sammy’s face.

Over the next few days, Aaron followed Sammy’s suggestions, and tried to binge-eat on his own. He could feel his stomach’s capacity slowly expanding. For one breakfast, he managed to force down three bagels and some butter-drizzled boiled eggs.

He was finally putting on weight. His baggy jeans were filling out, his shirts getting fitted on his previously emaciated torso.

Aaron and Sammy evil excited grins during lab, as though what was transpiring was some dirty secret between them. Megan seemed entirely pleased by the developments, and could hardly keep her hands off Aaron whenever Sammy’s back was turned.

Aaron’s chest was fuller, looking like pecs now, though admittedly lacking in muscle tone. His thighs were no longer frighteningly skinny, and he had even managed to add some more fat to his previously-body ass. His back was softer, his arms, well—everything had taken on a thin layer of fat. He no longer looked like a malnourished runt, and he could see the way people looked at him, no longer with concern, but interest. It was as though they had never before considered him attractive, and Aaron was in a state of bliss.

He even wore a short-sleeved T-shirt on one occasion, basketball shorts on another, for the first time revealing limbs that had always been well concealed with his baggy attire. For once he felt like an ordinary guy. He wasn’t especially large or formidable by any means, but he was getting closer every day.

Now was the time that he should have started lifting weights, but Aaron found that he was always distracted by things. Sammy entreated for him to join her for study dates, and Aaron was so grateful to her, he could never refuse. She also seemed to whip up some monstrous culinary concoction whenever they were together, and Aaron found himself consistently stuffing his face.

Soon his clothes stopped fitting him very well, his pants refusing to accommodate his growing backside. His pecs were getting too full and soft to be able to pass as muscles for much longer, but Aaron was hardly bothered by any of it. He was still blissed out that he had managed to gain weight in the first place.

Sammy was extremely supportive, always telling him how good he looked. They continued to work on expanding Aaron’s stomach’s capacity with regular binge sessions, and Aaron was really starting to enjoy eating, even on his own. Aaron was up to five weight-gain bars a day, and was beginning to run low. He mentioned it to Sammy during their latest get-together.

“Oh, I have some in storage,” said Sammy. “I’m glad you asked. I have boxes of the stuff left over. I’ll have some dropped off at your dorm.”

“Really?”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Thanks...” said Aaron uncertainly. He knew he was approaching the point that he wouldn’t need them anymore, but he might as well keep going with things, if just for a little longer. And he wouldn’t mind taking all the bars, just in case he needed them in the future. Knowing his luck, he’d probably drop all the weight as soon as he stopped consuming them. Aaron walked to the kitchen, helping Sammy with some dishes. He breathed heavily as he did.

“You seem winded,” said Sammy, beaming like Cheshire cat.

“Lately, I’ve been getting tired easily. Still adjusting to the weight, I guess.” Aaron shrugged.

“Take a seat. I’ll handle the cleaning.”

“Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

Aaron went to the couch and plopped down. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were getting too tight at the waist. Sammy frowned at the way the front of the pants cut into his stomach.

“Those are getting small on you,” Sammy noted.

“All my clothes are.” Aaron admitted wryly.

“I have some clothes here from when my brother visits. Why don’t you try some on?”

Aaron raised a dubious eyebrow. “Really?”

Sammy ushered Aaron into her bedroom and rummaged in the closet. She eventually pulled out a pair of jeans, and a button-down shirt. As Aaron got dressed, he saw Sammy scrutinize him, eying his full chest and bloated abdomen. Once he finished, he looked down at himself musingly. “Perfect fit.”

“I thought it would be,” Sammy responded. “It looks like you’re about the same size as him. Well, give or take.” Her eyes were again focused on his midsection where the shirt clung slightly. Aaron pretended not to notice.

He walked over to the mirror and continued to survey his body, amazed by how good he looked.

“C’mon, let’s go,” said Sammy, walking out of the room. Aaron followed, still silently stunned by how substantially his life had changed in only a few weeks.

Strangely though, he did not feel as though he had reached his goal. In fact, neither student made any mention of ending the routine.

“Ready for another plate?” Sammy smiled at him from behind the counter.

“Definitely.”

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Aaron was beginning to notice there was a slight downside to his weight gain. His stomach was getting chubby, but it was easily hidden if he sucked it in, and if he wore shirts that were a little looser around his waist.

Aside from that, he took to wearing fitted pants and short-sleeved shirts, often borrowing more of Sammy’s brother’s clothes, which always seemed to fit him perfect for some reason, even after periods in which he was certain he had gotten larger.

His old clothes did not fit him at all. Even the T-shirts were stretched tightly against him, his stomach bulging out from the bottom. And yet the more Aaron grew, the more he was filled with a strange contentment. Megan often patted and giggled over his “beer gut.” Sex was better than ever. For once in his life he felt like a man, not a boy, and he refused to backtrack.

It was shortly after his visit with Sammy that Aaron woke up to find three new boxes of the weight-gainer bars stacked neatly outside his door. He smiled to himself, and opened the first box. He stuffed several bars in his backpack for snacking throughout the day, then tore a bar open, and bit into it for a pre-breakfast snack. His stomach grumbled even as he was eating. He was now wonderfully, constantly hungry, and he had Sammy to thank.

Breakfast was three bagels, a pack of sausages, and a dozen scrambled eggs loaded with oil and cheese. Aaron gobbled it all down as his stomach gurgled contently. Patting it, he went and took a shower, before getting dressed in a fitted button-down, some jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

His weight gain, lately, seemed centered to his chest and stomach, as evidenced by the way his shirt stretched against his gut, and the slight bulging of his pecs in the material above. Actually…he wasn’t sure he could accurately classify them as pecs anymore. They had gotten strangely soft and rounded, and were beginning to resemble breasts to his unease. He really needed to find time to hit the gym and work on getting leaner.

He still looked good. His bottom had gotten somewhat rounder, his pants stretching against the fuller mound. His erect nipples stuck out through the fabric of his top, but Aaron didn’t mind it. In fact, it felt rather good to feel the material draw against the sensitive nubs, and he figured his professors would appreciate it.

Aaron sat down in lab that day, the small, chubby mound of his belly gathering just above his lap. He threw a smirk to some of the girls sitting in the back, not noticing as Sammy stared at the mound from her seat beside him, then started scribbling something down in her notebook.

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In another two weeks, Sammy’s brother’s clothes were no longer close to accommodating Aaron, at least the ones he tried wearing out of the laundry. The ones she provided directly were always looser.

Perhaps his laundry routine had shrunk them? Aaron wasn’t sure. He finally decided to ease up on his eating habits a little. His chest was getting weirdly bloated and fat, and he looked like he needed a bra by then. He could hardly manage to hide them in his clothes, and took to wearing fitted tanktops beneath his button-downs in hopes of flattening them out a little. His belly was getting bigger and rounder, his pants straining to contain his ass. Aaron admitted that he had pushed things a little too far, and it was finally time to stop. He had to focus on toning up.

Aaron tried going to the gym on several occasions – putting on sweats, and the rare T-shirt that could still fit him – but by the time he was ready, he felt so fatigued and unmotivated, he usually just ended up taking a nap on his couch, on his back, because his belly had been fitful lately.

Despite Aaron’s best efforts, lessening his food intake was posing some difficulty as well. He found that he was always hungry. He had gotten used to large amounts of food and his body was refusing to adapt to his withholding it. When he lay in bed one night, trying to sleep, his stomach grumbled and ached, until he had to get himself a snack. His “snack” ended up being two tubs of chocolate syrup-covered ice cream, and almost in a trance, he ate it all. When he recollected his surroundings, he found that he had gotten ice cream, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and sprinkles all over himself. He was becoming a total pig, and he was sort of disgusted with it all.

As Aaron surveyed himself in his full length mirror, he feared that he had sailed over the line between fit and chubby. His body seemed to be flushed and sweaty all the time, his skin burning as though with fever at any given moment. After a long weekend of trying and failing to withhold food from himself, Aaron ended up binging on several boxes of donuts, and went to a biology class, feeling bloated and uncomfortable.

He didn’t grin at the girls in the back of the class, or exchange winks with Megan. He didn’t look at any of them, feeling strangely insecure. His belly was getting really bloated, actually perching against his lap as he sat down. It was visible even in the new loose shirt he was wearing. But at least it was a distraction from the tits he was growing.

Aaron glanced at Sammy, who smiled at him, looking extremely satisfied for some reason. Worse, Sammy wasn’t looking at him, she was looking at his gut again.

“What?” said Aaron self-consciously.

“Oh nothing,” said Sammy, looking away. She went back to her scribblings. “Might I say, you look great today.”

“Thanks,” said Aaron, as he absently rubbed his churning stomach.

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