Surrogate, Part 2 - Male Version
Added 2017-09-19 15:58:06 +0000 UTCSummary: Connor gets a job as a tutor and unknowingly becomes a surrogate mother. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, alien pregnancy, lactation.
Note: This is the male version of Surrogate.
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How could he be producing milk? It didnt make any sense! Connor stood, topless, in his bedroom mirror, watching as more white droplets fell from both of his erect nipples.
It must have been a hormonal imbalance or something like that. With no health insurance, Connor had no hopes of seeing a doctor. He decided to watch and wait. Maybe the issue would resolve itself. It was just milk, after all.
though the sudden lactation seemed to parallel his dreams of being fondled and suckled by creatures with their strange, twisting limbs. It was almost like some part of it was real, his nipples tugged and teased into producing.
Or had the dreams themselves been prompted by a subtle discomfort in his chest, his subconscious aware as his mounds got fuller and fuller.
Regardless of what it was, he was lactating now, and he had to deal with it. He had functioning breasts. They had gotten round, full, and quite warm, which left Connor feeling flushed and overheated during the day. The bloated flesh tingled and his nipples ached at times. His breasts had grown unusually round, like someone who had gotten surgical enhancement. To Connors unease, they had already begun to bulge out of the B-cup sports bras he had purchased in an effort to compress them.
Sometimes he gazed at them in the mirror, turning this way and that. They were truly astounding
round, supple, and plump. The way they seeped unnerved him. Even at that moment, a stray droplet protruded from his left nipple, causing his face to fall.
A pore had developed in the center of each of his nipples, from which the milk was released. In the mornings, Connor often awoke to milk sliding down the undersides of his breasts, hitting his belly, then rolling to his bed. During the day, between running around and trying to keep up with all the children, Connor had to take frequent time-outs he called them, to hurry into the bathroom and clutch wads of tissue to his chest as they spontaneously seeped, the mounds full and bloated with milk.
Connor would stare at his gently heaving chest in the mirror. The
spillage
was occurring more and more frequently, and it was starting to really impact his ability to watch the children throughout the day.
But whenever Connor hurried back out of the bathroom, mounds wiggling on his chest, the children were always peacefully playing. No messes had been made, no injuries incurred they were perfect. They hardly needed any supervision at all.
At night, when Connor was relieved of his duties, each child tucked safely into his or her bed, Connor would continue to be absorbed in his reflection, staring at the way his cleavage seemed to bulge more and more from his pajamas every day. He would redden at a sudden sensation of tightness, then watch in frustration as patches of wetness appeared on his shirt.
Connor chose increasingly baggy clothes to wear during the day.
This choice of attire seemed to do little to hide his belly, though. The mound just seemed to grow fuller and rounder, sticking out from his torso. It resembled a tremendous beer belly, or even a pregnant womans, at least seven months along. Between that and the lactating
well, nothing about his predicament seemed natural.
One evening, Connor got on the phone in his room, then dialed a number he had memorized. Gina, I
Connor took a deep breath. This could be a huge mistake on his part, but he couldnt deny the feelings of uneasiness growing within him. Between the sixteen children, all strangely complacent and well-behaved, the stick-thin Barbara who was supposedly pregnant with more than two, and her husband Charles, who, like Barbara, was almost eerily generous and accommodating, Connor held the suspicion that things were off. It certainly wasnt normal, the idiosyncrasies of the family as a whole alongside his own bloating body there was just something synthetic about it all, like he was an oblivious player in some elaborate game. Gina, I need for you to pick me up. I just need to talk. Theres something really weird going on.
Gina promised to come. Calm down, she urged him, as his breathing thinned. Everythings going to be fine. I cant get there till tomorrow, but I promise, Ill come.
Connor nodded to himself. I love you Gina. He hated to admit it.
Gina sighed, and said it back.
When Connor hung up, he felt strangely relieved, though not much had changed. He supposed Ginas reassurances were enough to get him through the next few hours. Though they bantered, quarreled, broke up, and made up, Gina had always been there for him, the one reliable presence in his life.
With some reluctance, Connor went to dinner. Though he was still quite full from lunch, he willed himself to be nothing less than polite and participatory towards his employers.
Once Connor was seated, Charles was quick to pile his plate with cheesy baked ziti. Connor nervously thanked him, and timidly ate it. He couldnt deny that the food was delicious, as always. He found that his shy approach seemed to grow more and more keen as the flavor of the gooey mozzarella overwhelmed his taste buds. Soon Connor was digging in, and with little care of etiquette. Maybe he was just imagining it, but Charles and Barbara seemed to sneak glances at him with every bite he took.
Once Connor was finished, neither Charles nor Barbara even bothered to offer him seconds. Barbara simply refilled his plate. Connors stomach grumbled audibly. He reddened as he covered his mouth to hide a small belch.
Connor supposed it was time for his usual, feeble protests, but he belatedly noticed he was already lifting his fork. Soon more of the delicious ziti was being shoveled into his mouth. Just as he stuffed the last forkful in, cheeks bulging as he chewed, Charles reached for the spatula to refill Connors plate again.
Thirds? he said pleasantly, not waiting for an answer.
Connor tried to refuse, but his mouth was full, and he only produced an awkward grunting noise. He watched helplessly as the newest mountain of ziti was piled onto his plate, filling every inch of it, nearly spilling over.
Connor gulped down the food in his mouth. He couldnt help but notice that everyone else at the table seemed to be finished with their own meals, and now had taken to watching him even the children. It was embarrassing.
I couldnt, he said, his stomach tight, and face flushed. He deeply breathed.
Oh, come now, said Barbara. Its just a bit more. Its already on your plate. Dont let it go to waste.
Dont you enjoy the ziti, Connor? said Charles. He had stepped into the kitchen, and was now returning, a large milkshake in hand. He set it beside Connors plate, then leaned down to his ear. You know how sensitive Barbara is about her cooking, he said more quietly, and then he chuckled lightly.
Connor felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. He slowly lifted his fork. Its really
ughh
its really quite delicious, he managed out, forcing a smile which he directed to Barbara. With his free hand, he rubbed his stomach under the table.
Youre not just saying that? said Barbara, playful skepticism in her voice.
Shaking his head, Connor dug his fork back into the food. He was astonished when he heard his stomach grumble again, as if encouraging him.
Eat up, chirped Charles.
Mouthful by mouthful, Connor did just that. Between long sips of his milkshake, he ate until there was no room left in him, and then he ate some more. Barbara and Charles watched in pleasure, as the children simply stared. Connor felt impossibly tight, his shirt plastered to his sweaty body, and his belly beginning to press the table. He didnt think he could take any more!
Just a few more bites, Barbara said.
And it was delicious. Despite his immense discomfort, Connors body just wanted more. His stomach gurgled and grumbled whenever he paused. By the time Connor finished the plate, he felt full to bursting with food. He held either side of his belly. Oh god
he groaned.
That does it, said Barbara, standing, and beginning to collect the plates. Dessert will be out in a couple of minutes.
Connor could only stare.
Charles and Barbara seemed oblivious of his changes - his considerable growth since the start of his employment with their family. It was suspicious, but then, it could have just as easily been good manners. Even the children never pointed out a thing. It was all very bizarre.
I was thinking of taking a few days off
Connor said weakly, when Barbara returned a few moments later with a massive cheesecake that looked as though it could serve thirty people.
Charles and Barbara looked up, seeming surprised at this.
Oh? said Barbara, her voice rather high.
Connor nodded. Well, you guys said youre off for the holiday all of next week, right? I figured Id start considering my college options, maybe put together some apps. I might even catch up with my girlfriend, or something. She can help.
A pause.
Well, thats nice dear, said Barbara, though her smile seemed more strained than usual.
The family fell into silence as Charles served out cheesecake slices. Hospitable as he was, he made sure that Connors was much larger than the others. In fact, Connors slice looked as though it was five in one!
Make sure you all save room for seconds, and thirds, Barbara giggled, though Connor knew this was mostly directed to him.
By the end of the meal, Connor didnt think he could get up. His face was flushed and gleaming with sweat. His shirt was soaked in it.
Connor looked down at himself, and was horrified to see his top had grown wet and transparent. The way his breasts were bubbling from his too-small bra-cups was now blatant to his audience, and his large, distended nipples were left on full display. At least the sweat disguised the fact that he was lactating, he supposed. Regardless, he felt exceedingly exposed.
Excuse me, Connor said, pushing his seat back, and taking several deep breaths, before he managed to stand. He was stunned by how much he had grown just over the course of the meal. His T-shirt was tight and had ridden up a bit, and he now looked as though he was eight months pregnant. Between his astonishment and his tightness, it was hard to breathe. Hoo
hoo
hoo
Connor held his belly, struggling to catch his breath. He feared he would burst, his belly feeling almost as though it was pulsating.
You all right, son? said Charles lightly.
Connor looked up at him as though he was insane. Still, Charles and Barbara wore those pleasantly ignorant expressions.
F
fine, said Connor, turning away and trudging back to his room.
He closed the door firmly behind him, but just ended up feeling stuffy and claustrophobic. It was almost like he was imprisoned in his own, swelling body. Connor sat down, grabbed the phone, and tried to call Gina again, wanting to talk things out. He got a busy signal before he even dialed her number. The phone lines must have been down. It wasnt unusual. It had happened before.
Forcing himself back off the bed, Connor attempted to open his window, but it seemed to be jammed. In desperate need of fresh air, Connor decided he would step outside. Looking down at himself, he realized an abundant need to cover himself up. Connor pulled on the biggest jacket he owned. It took him several attempts to get the zipper up, but once he achieved that, he felt so constricted and suffocated, he had to pull it back down. Cursing quietly to himself, he left the zipper open.
Exiting the room, he walked through the living room, then the front door, to the porch. He carefully lowered himself to a sitting position on the steps. There, he enjoyed the cool air and stared out at the sunset. As he did, he couldnt help noticing how isolated the property seemed. He estimated it was at least a mile from the nearest neighbor. This didnt help with Connors feelings of isolation. Closing his eyes, he counted the minutes until Gina would arrive.
