Abducted

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ani.

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Connor opened his eyes. He looked around the room. It was brightly lit, a perfect square, twenty-feet on each side. The room was ceramic, featuring no windows or doors, except for the wall to the left of him. The wall looked like glass, thick glass, but he couldn’t see what lay beyond it. All he could see was darkness.

Connor looked around at the other two men. They both seemed young, like him. They couldn’t have been over twenty.

The three introduced themselves, and lightly speculated about what was going on. One of the men, Rick, was scared and nervous. He suggested alien abduction, but Connor tried to laugh it off. There was no such thing as aliens. This was clearly just his college buddies playing a prank on him.

Connor felt an undeniable tension in his abdomen. When he looked down, he was surprised to see that he was slightly bloated. He touched his stomach. He felt as though he was extraordinarily gassy, or as though he had just eaten a large meal. Trying to brush it off, Connor paced.

As the hours ticked by, the idea that this was a prank seemed less and less plausible. Everyone was nervous, and fidgeting, especially Rick. He and Kyle were beginning to look bloated as well.

The tension in Connor’s stomach had only increased. It was now visibly pushing out, a beer belly that he had not had just a few hours before. The pressure just grew and grew, as did his bloatedness. He wondered if it was internal bleeding. Connor yelped as his belly button popped out.

Soon the other two had clear bellies stretching their shirts, and Rick was panicking. But their growths weren’t nearly as significant as Connor’s.

Soft mounds had developed on Connor’s chest, replacing his pecs. They felt tingly and sore. His pants felt tighter, particularly in the seat. His shirt was not pulling all the way down. It had been six hours, and he looked eight months pregnant. This couldn’t be internal bleeding. It was too extreme. Connor stopped pacing when he noticed that he was beginning to waddle. He felt unnerved. Was this really an alien abduction? The other two men were staring at him in absolute horror, while clutching their own, smaller, mounds.

Connor eased himself down in a corner, and over the next few hours, his swelling only worsened. He suffered episodes of surging growth, as pressure accumulated, and visibly pushed his belly outwards. A centimeter here, an inch there. “Nnrrrrgghhhh…” he grunted, spreading his legs to make more room for his belly to push forward. He looked due with twins by then. No, he looked overdue with twins, maybe even triplets. He was soaked in sweat, his face flushed, and his belly completely sticking out from his shirt. And he was swelling by the moment.

He tried to hold out, hold on just a little longer, but he was just so tight and heavy. “Errrrggghhh…!” he grunted as his belly pushed out more. He felt as though he was going to burst. “Ohhhh…” the mounds on his chest bloated, now looking like D-cups by then, his nipples visibly sticking out. His ass had grown plump and round beneath him.

The other two looked panicked. They too had developed breasts, albeit much smaller than Connor’s. And their bellies were full and round, as though they were nine months pregnant. Kyle was rubbing circles on his, and Rick just looked like he wanted to run. Rick’s face abruptly reddened. There was a splash, and fluid gushed down behind him. His belly shifted, low on his pelvis. “Oh god, oh god…” he yammered, clutching his belly as it visibly contracted. He leaned down, tears rolling down his cheeks, and the back of his pants began to tent out.

There was another splash, Kyle’s eyes widening as his water broke as well.

Connor just watched on as the two labored, Connor's body flushed, his belly heaving with yet more growth spurts. He didn’t know when it would be his turn. He was much larger than the other two men. His belly was a round, plump, ball, wider than he was, and perched heavily in his lap. He looked like he was pregnant with quints by then. He just struggled to breathe, fearing the worst, fearing that he really would tear apart.

He felt a gush pour out of him. He was suddenly sitting in a puddle of fluid. “Nrrgggghhh!” Connor groaned as his belly contracted painfully, his erect nipples beginning to seep into his shirt. He struggled to shift off his bottom as the pressure surged to his anus.

It had been a full twenty-fours hours since his abduction. A blue-skinned woman appeared from nowhere. She was wearing a lab coat and scribbling on a notepad, talking as though he wasn’t even there. She ignored as he struggled, labored, tightened, and swelled.

“Subject C has developed a healthy litter of five. Far greater than expected. He will be beneficial to keep on board for future impregnations…”