Surrogate, Part 1 - Male Version

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Note: This is the male version of Surrogate.

Summary: Connor gets a job as a tutor and unknowingly becomes a surrogate mother. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, alient pregnancy, lactation.

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He had recently graduated from high school, and was struggling to finance college. It didn’t help that he had little to his name and little to fall back on. His only wish was to some day break even.

At eighteen, he was a thin guy of average height. He’d become referred to as “scrawny” over the years, even despite his athleticism. Sometimes he tried to put on weight, but he just wasn't a big fan of food.

It was shortly after high school graduation that Connor was released from foster care. He decided to take a semester off college to save money. He needed a place to stay, and quickly. Maybe this desperation showed a little in his ad, but it seemed to pay off. Almost instantly, he got a call.

A woman named Barbara Stevens. She needed a live-in tutor and caretaker to homeschool her sixteen children. Connor was slightly startled as the woman disclosed this detail, but quickly accepted the job. The pay Barbara offered was more than generous. He’d deal with the circumstances later, and if he couldn’t, he’d adapt.

When Connor arrived the next evening, he stared in awe at a three-story house. Barbara was surprisingly thin. She didn’t look at all as though she’d given birth to one child, let alone sixteen. But when Connor spotted the children, all tucked peacefully into their beds, he had no doubt that Barbara was their mother. Several of the girls were spitting images of her.

The children ranged in age from just two to seven, which perplexed Connor. Several of them must have been multiples, which left him increasingly confused. He eyed Barbara’s thin frame, wondering about her secret.

Connor was then introduced to the husband. Charles. The three sat together for coffee in the kitchen that evening as Barbara cheerfully discussed the children in detail. Connor tried to remember all the information. The woman adored “her babies,” as she put them.

Charles' eyes never deviated from his wife’s, and he wore a smile of equal intensity.

Connor gulped. The children seemed peaceful now, but he wondered if he’d be able to handle all sixteen of them in the morning.

As it seemed, both Barbara and Charles worked from early morning until five o clock in the evening, leaving Connor with the kids all day long. When they came home, Barbara would take care of dinner, and Charles would help out with the kids, or vice versa. They insisted that Connor would attend all meals with them, completing a sort of “family dinner,” to make the children comfortable with him and peaceable with the arrangement.

Connor agreed. This was better than he had expected. Free meals <i>and</i> free board?

He was brought to his bedroom, and was astonished by how large it was. There was a connected full bathroom, a dresser, a king-sized bed, and all the fixes. This was truly a dream come true.

“What happened to the last tutor?” Connor couldn’t help asking. And what would have possessed that person to quit?

Barbara smiled. “She was with us for quite a while. But our family just kept growing and growing. I guess she couldn’t keep up.”

With that they bid Connor goodnight and left. Connor watched them leave, before smiling and climbing into his soft new bed.

He was sure he could handle it.

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“OUCH!” Connor yelped, sitting up. He slapped his stomach, but it came in contact with nothing but skin.

Something had bitten him. Something big. He winced, turning on the lamp on his bedside table. He peered at his stomach. No bite. No redness. No swelling. How odd. He sighed, and dropped himself back to the mattress.

He stared at the beams of light shining through his window. Was it morning already? Charles and Barbara must have already headed off to work. Connor climbed out of bed, scratching his stomach. He felt hungry.

When he left his room, still in his pajamas, he was relieved to find in the dining room that breakfast had already been prepared. A miniature feast of eggs, bacon, ham, waffles, pancakes, cereals, and several glasses of milk. As if on cue, Connor watched the first of the sixteen children shuffle out of her bedroom. A little one, crawling. She was cute. Connor propped her up in a highchair and gave her some dry cereal, surprised by how well she handled feeding herself.

One by one, the children exited their rooms, yawning, rubbing their eyes, and peering at the stranger.

“Are you the new tutor?” questioned the six-year-old.

“Yes, my name is Connor,” Connor said.

Connor had a few pancakes...then a few more, surprised by his appetite. It had to be the new environment. It was simultaneously exciting and nerve wracking. The children managed to eat their own portions, but not one drank their milk...maybe a trend, passed down from the seven-year-old boy they all looked up to. Connor urged them to drink their milk, but each downright refused. He sighed and got started on the dishes.

The children were a handful at times, but mostly enjoyable. They were quiet, and well mannered, finding enjoyment in playing simple math games or watching educational television programs. While the youngest children napped, Connor went over numbers and the alphabet with the older children. Some of the kids even cleaned up after themselves! Connor suspected he’d died and gone to heaven!

When Charles and Barbara came home that evening, they embraced each of their children fondly. Connor simply chuckled to himself. These people truly loved their lives and he was even a little envious.

Dinner that night was lasagna. Barbara loaded his plate with heaping portions – more even than anyone else. It was a gesture of respect. He was the new person. Connor wanted to refuse, but didn’t want to seem rude. He was later stunned by how quickly he’d plowed through his bowl.

“More?” said Barbara, smiling.

“Oh, yes please,” said Connor, his stomach growling.

And as dinner came to a close, Barbara pulled back her chair and stood. “Family, I have an announcement to make.”

Charles stood as well.

Connor blinked. All the children looked curiously up at their mother.

Barbara continued, “Your father and I are expecting!” She exclaimed.

As Charles took Barbara’s hand and lovingly kissed her, the children cheered, seeming ecstatic with the prospect of having a new brother or sister.

Connor could only blink in bemusement. “Congratulations,” he said belatedly, forcing a grin. He didn’t want to appear as though he wasn’t up for the challenge.

Over the next couple of days, Connor’s life was more orderly than it had ever been in his life. He was quickly building up his bank account. He’d have enough money saved for college in only a short matter of time.

And who new, maybe the Stevens family would allow him to stay once he started school. Maybe he could work his schedule around that of the family’s. Maybe he could even pick up some online courses instead of leaving the house.

He was slowly, but surely, falling in love with the family – even on those occasions that he mixed up their names.

Connor groaned tiredly as he climbed into bed one evening. Barbara had never surrendered her attempts at generosity during dinner, and every night Connor found himself plopping down in bed, quickly falling asleep before he could even consider the number of calories he’d consumed.

He was beginning to put on weight.

His chest had become slightly softer, starting to show in his shirts. He was also collecting some weight behind his waistband, in his stomach. He was getting out of shape due to his new heavier – heavy, in general – diet. Again, he wondered how Barbara managed to stay so thin.

By day, Connor tiredly struggled with the children. By night, he sometimes had strange dreams, of hands – greedy hands – groping his chest, pinching his nipples.

He would wake up wincing, and glance down at himself. He’d gently cupped his pecs, distraught by how full they were getting. He was developing moobs. Connor would moan quietly in discomfort, stunned by how tender they were getting. And disproportionate with the rest of him. He was starting to look as though he had A-cup breasts.

Connor had taken to wearing looser clothes, especially to hide his gut – which seemed to become more gut-like every time he gorged it. It was when it had begun to bulge over his waistbands that he began to use sweatshirts to conceal it – and to attempt to refuse dinner, just once.

Barbara instantly looked upset. “You don’t like my cooking?”

Connor blinked. “It’s not that. Er, your food is delicious, it’s just-”

“Then tell me what you like, hun. I’ll make it especially for you.”

Connor stared into Barbara’s watering eyes. It was as though the woman’s entire world somehow revolved around his approval.

Feeling uncomfortable, both physically and mentally, Connor glanced at Charles, who also looked concerned. It was almost like they were both verging on tears.

“Um, I, just meant to say...m-more please-?” Connor awkwardly held up his already-heaping plate.

Barbara instantly looked happy again, and bounded about, adding a lot of everything to Connor’s dish. She even offered him a second plate, and Connor grew steadily nauseous as the meal progressed.

But he got it all down. Every bite. He always managed to get everything down for Barbara.

Connor entered his room, his stomach feeling uncomfortably tight. He pulled off his sweater and stared at his reflection. Was it just him, or was his gut sticking out more than earlier? “Eugh.”

It quickly became apparent that he wouldn’t be able to refuse Barbara’s food without offending the woman. Maybe he could figure out dieting alternatives? Maybe he'd join a gym. He’d figure something out. Anything to keep this perfect home for as long as possible. Connor climbed into bed and instantly fell to sleep, unaware of the way he clutched his belly in his unconsciousness.

The next day Barbara had another announcement. “Honey, we’re having multiples!”

Connor gaped, but Charles seemed elated. “Are we talking twins?”

“No darling.”

“More than two!?” said Charles in excitement.

All the children were getting giggly and excitable.

“I simply cannot say,” said Barbara, playfully batting Charle’s hands away from her. “It’s a surprise.”

Connor could only stare as they kissed. More than two? Barbara wasn’t showing at all.

Connor turned back to his dinner and tried to wipe the curiosity from his mind. He had the evening off, and his girlfriend, Gina, was sneaking by to visit. She had gone off to college up north, and he hadn’t seen her in weeks. The prospect of reuniting with her brought heat and excitement to Connor's body.

After dinner, he stripped off his sweater and stared dejectedly at his bloated abdomen, which the entirety of his T-shirt could no longer seem to conceal. It left a sliver of skin bare, available for scrutiny.

Connor rifled through his closet for something better to wear. There were few things that would fit him, or would look good fitting him for that matter. Most of his shirts were tight, leaving his belly rather blatant. His manboobs, meanwhile, seemed to bulge out of anything too form fitting. In the end he settled for a loose button down shirt he’d never worn before. One of his foster mothers had given it to him. Back then it has been too big.

Now when he tried it on, it did a good job of hiding his chest, but hugged his stomach. He turned to his side and stared at his reflection, hoping his girlfriend didn’t notice his weight gain.

He saw her car pull up through his window and walked out of his room. He exited the house through the back door. Barbara and Charles didn't know he had a girlfriend, and he didn't want them to think it was a conflict of interest, especially since he already had hopes of trying to juggle the job with school.

He climbed into the passengers seat of Gina's car and kissed her. She seemed momentarily startled, but kissed him back, slipping her hands up his chest. “Connor,” she mumbled. “...you...um...gained weight.”

Connor pulled back, mortified. It hadn't taken her long to notice. Then again, who was he kidding trying to hide it? “It’s this new job,” he said awkwardly.

Now Gina’s eyes were traveling up and down him. “It’s only been a few weeks. This is just a little – startling.”

Connor frowned. Was is really that bad? “I didn't know my looks were such a big deal to you,” he said bitterly.

“You know I love you Connor." Gina grabbed his shirt.

Suddenly they were kissing again. He slid up Gina's dress, and she began to unbutton his shirt, his undershirt doing a bad job of concealing the mounds on his chest. Finally, when Gina came across his rounded belly bulging out of his undershirt, she froze and stared. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Connor blinked. “What...?”

“You’re just – not yourself.”

The two separated, Gina climbing back into her seat and staring forward.

"Gina..."

“We’ll talk later, Connor,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

His heart pounding, Connor buttoned his shirt and climbed out of the car. He slammed the door shut and watched Gina speed away.

When he got back inside, everyone was in bed, so he went to the kitchen and decided he’d bury his misery in food. He found a full tub of ice cream in the freezer before entering the living room, plopping down on the couch, finding the soap network on TV, and eating generous amounts of chocolate chunk ice cream spoon by spoon. He ignored the hotness of his ears, but simply ate faster. By the time his spoon met with plastic, he realized in shock he’d eaten the entire tub, that the sun had come out, and that his stomach was tighter than ever. He quickly discarded the evidence of his eating binge and got started on breakfast for the family.

On his next day off, Connor went clothes shopping. He bought a few new sweaters and T-shirts, and well as some fitted tank tops to help conceal the increasingly swollen mounds on his chest. He was beginning to think he had a hormone imbalance. But Connor enjoyed shopping, and this proved to cheer his up, if just slightly.

Over the next few days, his growing weight and fatigue made it increasingly difficult to keep up with the children. Meanwhile, his moobs seemed to grow increasingly sensitive with time. He’d groan and clutch them when they were particularly sore. They were round and full, and beginning to resemble a woman's B-cups. Full ones, without a hint of sag. They were a perfect rack, ones he might have fantasized about. But they were so out of place on him, it was disturbing.

His belly had swollen more as well. No longer could his sweaters truly conceal the bulge. Just wrap it, really.

One day while leaning down to pick up a few pieces of laundry, Connor’s eyes widened as he felt his breasts pop out of the tank top he was wearing under his shirt. He quickly stood and attempted to adjust it while hurrying into the bathroom.

Once closing the door behind his, Connor looked down at himself. He lifted up both tops. His breasts seemed even larger outside of his tank top. They bounced with his every movement. He noticed that his nipples had grown too. They had perhaps doubled in size, and stood erect, evident even through his thick clothes.

He crammed his breasts back into his tank top, but this seemed to be only a temporary fix, because as the day progressed, and he leaned down to pick toys up from the floor, his breasts continued to pop out of the low neckline of his tank top. He tried to adjust his ‘leaning-down’ tactics, but with his gut impeding him, this didn’t prove to be practical.

That evening after dinner when Connor was just preparing for bed, his cell phone rang. He was surprised to see it was Gina calling.

She said she was outside. In shock, he looked out his bedroom window, and saw Gina's car.

“Can I come in?” she asked on the phone.

Connor looked down at himself, his belly squeezed in a T-shirt. He lightly shook his head. To hell with insecurity. Gina could take him or leave him.

“Sure. Wait for me at the back door,” he said into the receiver.

Connor slipped out of his bedroom, slowly opening the back door-

He hadn’t expected Gina to abruptly kiss him. He wrapped her in his arms, ignoring the way his bloated abdomen awkwardly pressed against her.

He took her hand and quietly guided her into the living room where they took seats on the couch. Connor turned the TV on low, and looked away from Gina, his face flustered.

He didn’t notice the way Gina had taken to staring at his plump breasts, then back to his abdomen, which had also expanded since their last meeting. “Connor, you have to quit this job.”

Connor finally met her eyes. “I know Gina – but I can’t. I really need the money.”

And like that they were fighting again. A back and forth hushed bicker. Gina stormed off, and Connor again buried his frustration in food. This time the ice cream had not only had chocolate chunks, but brownie pieces.

He dozed off on the couch when every bit of the ice cream had been ingested, and drifted into one of his dreams – this time something was on top of him. Some sort of small creature was on him, struggling in his shirt.

He twisted and turned as he was squeezed, kneaded, and suckled with its fleshy limbs and moist suckers, his nipples tugged in and out of its strange, gooey orifices.

Connor awoke with a start, wincing as his nipples stung. He groaned and clutched his breasts, again wondering about his strange dreams.

He rubbed one of his sore nipples, both of which were extremely erect. Strangely, his breasts seemed to almost tighten.

The next evening, Connor headed back to the mall. “Jesus,” he breathed as he stared at his reflection in the fitting room mirror.

His breasts seemed almost...unusually round. They seemed like they were fuller than breasts should have been, even in a woman. He sighed and quickly dismissed this, getting dressed and making his purchase of a assortment of baggy clothes.

Work was becoming surprisingly difficult. If anything brushed against his nipples in any way while he was doing chores about the house, his breasts seemed to almost...react. His nipples grew painfully erect, an uncomfortable tightness developing in each breast. The mounds were quickly becoming quite uncomfortable, and he wondered whether this was what bothered him more, or if it was just the amount of money he’d been wasting on clothes as of late. Even with the fitted tank tops and undershirts, his breasts were nearly impossible to hide.

His stomach definitely bothered him. When he picked up any of the children, they were propped awkwardly against his taut gut.

At night time, his dreams were becoming more elaborate and strange. Always of some indecipherable creature, with strange, tentacle-like limbs, squeezing his breasts, tugging his nipples.

Connor awoke with a grunt of pain. He jerked up his shirt, but there was no such creature upon him. “What’s with all these dreams?” he groaned to himself, pulling his shirt back down. “What the hell...”

He trailed off when he felt it. Moisture. Connor looked down at himself, where his nightshirt had dampened over his right breast. He slowly pulled up his shirt again, staring as white droplets of fluid dripped from his nipple and rolled down the underside of his breast.

...milk.

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