Gator

Note: This is a story-prompt for Bridget Elder.

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Tom’s body tensed, his face flushed. He had ignored the pains for several hours already, but they were only getting more intense. He pressed his lips together, but still, a pained grunt managed to escape his lips. Tom lifted his wary eyes to the camera surveilling the room from the corner of the ceiling.

As if on cue, the speaker on the wall released a buzzing noise.

“Thomas, please report to Lab 7.”

The glass door to Tom’s quarters released a hissing noise, and then slid open.

Tom remained still for several moments, sitting up in bed and rubbing his hands over his massively swollen belly, which was visibly throbbing by then. He grimaced and quietly moaned as his mound contracted again, a row of pointed bumps rising to the surface of his skin, causing his face to contort in pain. Then the bumps sunk again, and the tension eased. Tom panted for several moments, before finally lowering his feet to the ceramic floor, and heaving himself off the bed.

He held his belly as he waddled out of the room, various scientists walking about, and otherwise observed in their work. He panted quietly, full of nerves. But maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe his whole ordeal would be over, with the passing of these—creatures.

Before Tom knew it, he had eased his flushed, pregnant-with-quadruplets-looking mound through the narrow door of Lab 7, and was desperately clutching at his mass, hardly able to stay upright by then.

A group of five scientists appraised Tom’s flushed, sweaty appearance. In only moments, they ushered him to a medical bed, and tied him down by leather straps about his chest and forearms. His trembling legs were lifted into stirrups. He couldn’t believe it. This was happening! Tom could not help groaning as his belly contracted again, visibly pushing out and shuddering as the surrounding scientists watched approvingly, some taking notes.

Tom had consented to the experiment willingly, but that had been back when he had thought he was simply to host a temporary, and harmless, implant, the mere size of a pea. And it had been true to a degree, only, the implant had grown. Things had gone horribly wrong for Tom when he came to learn that the so-called harmless implant had actually been a clutch of fertilized alligator eggs. The scientists were attempting to breed unique albino and onyx species’ using the male human body. Tom simply could not fathom the purpose!

“Nrrghhhh!” Tom cried out, as more bumps protruded atop his belly with his latest contraction. He could feel his opening burning, and tightening, and he knew that one of the creatures was beginning to crown. “Nnghhh…oh god…don’t let it—agghhhhhh!”

He could feel something rough squeezing its way through his stretched hole, and knew that the first of the gators had begun to emerge. There was a snapping noise, and his anus was quickly freed of its imposition. Tom panted and rubbed at his swollen abdomen desperately. To his dismay, it did not look any smaller than it had prior to the first birth.

A scientist walked over to the side of Tom’s bed. She was holding out a snapping, wriggling creature that Tom drew back from in fear. A baby alligator, its skin the color of ivory.

“Congratulations, Thomas,” said the scientist, as she gazed adoringly at the foul best. “It seems the experiment was a success.”