Aliens, Part 5 - Male Version
Added 2017-07-14 13:57:53 +0000 UTCNote: This is the male version of Aliens.
Summary: Connor is abducted by aliens. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion.
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There were creatures
creatures all over him. Sticky, slimy, squelching creatures, disorganized blobs, with their tentacle-limbs and sucker-covered bodies, attacking his breasts, with a sense of ownershipand they did own him. They had made him what he was. The creatures extracted their sustenance that strange pudding he produced as they nipped, tugged, and squeezed his breasts with their twisting limbs and flexible bodies. He struggled, but there were too many of them. They were overwhelming him, suffocating him.
Connor gasped awake.
It took some scrambling, but he somehow got himself somewhat upright, against his headboard, where he could reassure himself that he was safe at home, in his room, his parents bedroom only a few doors down.
But then he looked down at himself and realized that he wasnt safe at all.
To that day, he could not fathom how he had escaped. Everything was a blur. Maybe it was best that he didnt think about it.
He stared at the way his belly bulged from his night shirt, a plump, round dome. Was he filled with those things? Atop his belly, his round breasts were perched, his cleavage bulging heavily from the top of the shirt. They were so full and round, it unnerved him.
Connor grunted and hugged what he could of his belly as another of those contractions shot through it. His face contorted as he had one after the next, his stomach tightening and tensing uncomfortably as the contents within churned.
This tension seemed to spread to his breasts, Connor groaning as his cleavage bloated more and the shirt grew painfully tight. He just managed to peel it off as his nipples swelled and hardened, his face reddening as they bulged out to their greatest height two inches long and the width of quarters. Connor bit his bottom lip and quietly moaned as his breasts tightened and pushed out large beads of the purple substance they contained. The beads turned into a very slow flow, large dollops of pudding plopping down against his belly. The contractions soon ended, but his breasts continued to leak, the strange fluid getting all over him, and on the bed. Finally, when it seemed his nipples had been abused enough for the morning, the flow stopped. Connor panted and rubbed his belly, his breasts wiggling in the meantime. He watched his nipples slowly sink to an inch long. Thats the size they were now, when they werent erect and producing. Connor released a groan of disgust.
He had only been home for a few days, and yet he seemed to get bigger with each one that passed. Connor didnt know how this scenario would end, but he wasnt sure he wanted to find out. Because of the alien device that had been adhered to his anus, the creatures inside him had no exit. He could feel his bottom throbbing. The creatures wanted to get out of him just as much as he wanted them out. Every day they were getting bigger. How much more would they grow until he simply burst?
He could barely reach his navel anymore. His belly button was the size of a tangerine, and pulsating.
Connor may have been imagining it, but the purple pudding-like contents of his breasts may have been helping somewhat. Wherever it hit his stomach and ended up getting rubbed into his girth, his skin seemed to get softer, plumper, and less resistant. Even then, Connor rubbed it all over what he could of his mass, desperate for whatever time it might buy and relief it might offer.
When he was done, Connor slowly lowered his legs over the edge of the bed until both were squarely hitting the floor. Bracing his hands on the bed on either side of him, Connor pushed himself upwards, with difficulty. His belly resembled a beach ball by then. Once he was upright, he stood there for a while, catching his breath, and acquainting himself with his daily-shifting center of gravity. Connor held onto the wall and stepped forward. He slowly waddled over to the bathroom adjoining his room.
Connor sat on the toilet slowly, and with care. He spread his legs wide as his belly squashed against his lap. In the process, he saw a few scattered eggs rise against the surface of his abdomen, causing the surface to contort. The eggs then shifted and sunk back into his girth, Connor breathing heavily.
Urine tricked into the bowl, but now his abdominal muscles were contracting, trying to eject the eggs again. Like an infection, the contractions spread up his belly, then his nipples were erect, his breasts tightening again. Any little stimuli left him sweaty and panting, his muscles bracing and belly heaving. Connor sat there, flushed, gasping, trying to get his body to calm down.
By the time Connor was back in his bedroom, and dressed, it was already late in the morning. Neither of his parents or his sister had come to check in on him. They were giving his some much-needed space, and Connor was grateful.
After seeing Connors grossly-altered condition, and after getting over the shock, relief, horror and tears, Connors mother, a talented seamstress, had quickly crafted an outfit for him, made from far more material than Connor cared to know. The attire was similar to what Connors alien captors had had him wearing perhaps inspired by the one Connor had arrived home in. It made Connor uncomfortable, but beggars couldnt be choosers. He was lucky that his mother had been able to accommodate his massive body in anything at all.
In the face of his bedroom mirror, Connor did resemble a regal figure well, at least he had resembled one when he had first put the tunic on. The material followed his figure, even widening up considerably at the abdomen, then tightening again down to his legs. It followed his body loosely well, it had been loose before. But now the chest was uncomfortably tight. The tunic had been comfortable against his belly, but now the material was stretched against it. In the back, the attire was also getting tight against his bottom as well.
Connor turned to his side in the mirror, absently rubbing the underside of his belly. It had been a nice thought, he supposed. He admired the way his hair hung in his eyes. He really did look regal, or would have, had his physique not been so bizarre.
His eyes returned to his breasts and belly, where the material was practically pasted to him. It had a bit more room to stretch, but he didnt like the way it followed every contour of his body. Plump as his breasts were, they did not necessitate a bra, but this left his large nipples visibly protruding, his round breasts wiggling with every breath he took.
Connor glanced at his dresser, but he knew that the alternative to the tunic was any one of several shirts that wouldnt hope to conceal even a few inches of his belly he would be lucky if he found a top that could fully conceal his breasts.
He was growing and growing
he couldnt believe how much he was growing. He half didnt want to leave his room anymore, but his stomach released a powerful grumble, and he clutched at it, grunting in discomfort. He had already been feeling the pains of hunger since earlier that morning. Connor did not think that skipping meals would rest well with the creatures inside of him. In fact, the concept scared him a little.
Taking a deep breath, Connor slowly waddled toward his bedroom door. His back was straining already, and starting to ache. His belly was wider than he was, and preceding him by a couple of feet. He navigated it carefully through the doorframe, wondering if there would be a time when it simply didnt fit. Holding onto the wall, Connor made his way down the corridor, to the dining room, where his family was waiting perhaps able to estimate the extent of his tardiness by then. Before his seat quite the large seat at the head of the table was a pile of breakfast foods and several nutritional shakes. Connors family had quickly come to learn about his extreme dietary requirements.
Huffing and puffing by then, Connor made his way over. His sister was quick to get up and pull out Connors chair. Connor gave her an appreciative grimace as he eased himself down, his belly perching against his lap, and his breasts against his belly uncomfortably. His mother offered him a weak and worried smile. His father just stared, as he did every morning. Was it really getting that bad?
Hi mom, said Connor, weak and breathless. Hi dad. Hey Kim.
All things considered, it was good to be home.
