Obsessed, Part 10

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Summary: Though he knows it is odd, Theodore desperately wants breasts. Through diet, drug treatments, massages, and more, he develops C-cups, and he thinks the size is perfect. They're not too extravagant, and he doesn't mind the stares he gets. He couldn't be happier. But someone in Theodore's life is really turned on by Theodore's breasts, and isn't satisfied. He wants them bigger.  Contains: Male: breast expansion, weight gain, lactation, eventual pregnancy.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Theodore could swear, John was stuffing him like a damn pig.

His life had become food binge after food binge, and he just couldn’t resist any of it.

When John wasn’t stuffing food into his mouth, he was fucking Theodore into sensual oblivion, and Theodore’s belly was growing at rapid rates. He could hardly keep up with it. Yet he couldn’t fight it either. He just wanted it all.

Theodore somehow stumbled into his office one afternoon after chugging three massive milkshakes under John’s lecherous gaze. Theodore was flushed and sweaty, his stomach tight and radiating heat. He waddled to his desk and, with clammy hands, started to gather up the things he would need for his upcoming class.

There was a knock on the office door. Before Theodore could react, it started to open.

Theodore carefully turned himself around to see that Mike had entered his office.

Theodore reddened instantly. He had seen Mike around at times, in classes, but avoided any interactions with him, especially one-on-one.

Mike just looked stunned, like he could hardly believe the way Theodore looked up close. For a long while, Mike stared at him in silence. Gazing at Theodore’s massive, basketball-sized jugs and his enormously swollen belly, which looked past due by then! Maybe past term with twins!

It had all happened so suddenly. Theodore couldn’t have even been anywhere near the third trimester; he and John had only started getting intimate a few months earlier.

“You said you didn’t to change anymore,” Mike managed, after what seemed like forever. “But now — you’re just huge. You made yourself a freak and you’re just loving it.” Mike laughed bitterly.

“That’s not what this is,” Theodore protested, his cheeks hot. Did Mike really think he would do this himself intentionally? “I — I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Theodore could feel his nipples seeping, his milk soaking up the padding of the maternity bra he was wearing. He compulsively reached toward his breasts, but managed to paw at his belly instead. This whole thing was mortifying. He felt a growing tension in his belly, his face twisting into a grimace. He did his best to breathe through the pressure as the mound tightened discreetly, his abdomen quavering.

Mike just gazed at the orb. Eventually he seemed to snap himself out of his reverie. With a scoff, he turned and left the office.

Theodore continued to breathe.

He couldn’t believe what a mess his life was becoming. Fooling around with a student. Getting impregnated by a colleague. His body growing, practically mutating. In fact, his body was increasingly imposing on his ability to be professional, his college students fascinated by his massive midsection and his ballooning tits. He was a clown. A freak.

Blinking back the tears in his eyes, Theodore resumed gathering up the paperwork he would need for his upcoming lesson. Now was not the time to crumble. He would sort out his personal issues later.

When Theodore got to his class, his students stared at him, as they tended to these days.

He was a spectacle. They didn’t come for the lesson; they came to marvel at his gradual inflation. Maybe they thought it was some social experiment. They didn’t dare ask, they just gaped.

Theodore did his best to get through the lesson, even knowing that no one was listening. He was red, sweaty, and terribly embarrassed. But he couldn’t just hole himself away and stop leaving his house. He had to keep working.

He could have sworn that he saw the flash of a camera.

And under the guise of studying a book, one of the students in the back rows definitely seemed to be recording him.

Theodore gulped and returned his attention to the chalkboard. Just ignore it, he told himself, as he resumed the lecture.

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Weeks passed.

Theodore’s adult life was proving to be quite different from anything he could have ever imagined.

Lately, most of his time was spent in bed.

John was always fucking and feeding him. Pumping and growing him. Theodore couldn’t resist. He was in a continual state of physical and sexual hunger.

That afternoon, he moaned lethargically as he looked down at his sorry state on the king-sized bed he was perched on.

He was leaned up on several pillows, his legs spread, his belly a crushing weight on his lap. It was massive. He was leaned against it, moaning wearily, even drooling slightly. The mass was huge! Bigger than a beach ball. He could hardly believe how pregnant he was, how stuffed. Then he felt his body tighten and tense, his insides lurching. Sometimes his belly would shift or tremble, or just push out, shuddering as he groaned and clutched what he could of the orb. He felt as though he was attached to something, something far too big and overbearing. He felt chronically sick, just nauseous and heavy, and even rather dizzy. This felt like a simulation. Like he was submerged somewhere, or heavily medicated and dreaming.

The hormones, maybe. They made everything dreamy, dizzy, and fatiguing. Somehow he endured the lethargy, the constant fullness, and that sleepy sense of just having eaten. But he had just eaten…hadn’t he? It was hard to say. John was always stuffing something into his mouth, something sweet or savory, and Theodore couldn’t recall the time between each episode. He just felt very full, very sated, and very overwhelmed. As though he had overindulged and was paying for it. Stuffed so tightly with these babies, he felt like it could break him. How had he messed up so profoundly as to turn into this caricature of a person? He had been a young, successful college professor, but now he was this...plump…fertile thing. This outrageous mother-to-be. It was entirely outlandish.

He had seen his twenties playing out differently. Make some friends, get socializing. Maybe indulge a fling or a few. Make money, invest, get a nicer place, host some gatherings.

But somehow his trajectory had been substantially changed. Against his better judgment, Theodore thought about how his life might look thereafter.

A baby or two…maybe several, judging by the size of his stomach. Maybe a whole fucking litter. Which just wasn’t practical, given the he was a full-time professor. So what was the plan? Quitting his job, attending to a horde of crying, needy babies, all because he had wanted to experiment with his body? It was utter madness. He had done this to himself and now was stuck paying the consequences.

Theodore grunted as his belly gave a forceful shudder that had him groaning and clutching it, his eyes stinging. The mound was fat and flushed, just insanely packed. Multiples didn’t even run in his family. He couldn’t fathom how John had gotten him so outrageously stuffed.

Theodore’s enormous tits were shelved by his belly, shoved so high they were squashing against his chin.

He was severely hormonal. Sometimes he would think about his predicament and his nipples would just start squirting.

He couldn’t get up on his own anymore. His condition had driven him past the point of mobility. Everything he did necessitated John’s aid. Did that make him disabled? If he couldn’t even take care of himself anymore, he was dependent on John. At least for the time being, he was without autonomy.

And then what about when he had these kids? He would be left just as helpless and needy.

It wasn’t all bad, Theodore mused. He could try to look on the bright side. John seemed to genuinely enjoy taking care of him. He gave Theodore foot rubs, massages, and continually coated his belly in lotions. John even seemed fond of the idea of parenthood. And he loved to watch Theodore grow.

“Fuhhh…” Theodore moaned as he endured another round of tremoring movement. These kids felt positively squished inside of him. Like they had no room, and they were as uncomfortable as he was.

He fumbled to grab his tablet. His class was on a fifteen minute break, but he had to get back to them.

He had been running his classes remotely. He kept the camera as close to his face as it could possibly be. The students would watch him twitch and grimace. He wondered if they had any clue how profoundly he had ballooned. Did they have any clue what he was harboring?

“Screens on,” Theodore said as he resumed the video call. “If I have to do it, so do the rest of you. Nggghhh…ahhh…Jeremy, can you read the excerpt on the porter’s journey through the fog?” he managed as he clutched the side of his shifting belly.

There was a pause, the students’ faces looking uneasy. But eventually, Jeremy gave a jerky nod and began to stammer his way through the reading.

Theodore did his best not to zone out. He even tried not to breathe too heavily, or too close to the microphone.

“Excellent,” he practically whined, his hips twitching at a sharp quake seemed to reverberate through his core. “Mgghhhh…who would like to interpret this passage? How does it parallel earlier events in the novel?” He clenched his jaw tight as he waited for a volunteer.

A meek student named Teresa volunteered, God bless her.

Theodore shifted and squirmed, doing his best to get through the remainder of the lesson.

He was wearing some boxers and a massive, custom-made T-shirt. Though tight, it thankfully pulled down over his gargantuan abdomen. Theodore supposed he felt as comfortable as he could hope, given his condition. He did his best to breathe and smile and endure his discomfort as the lesson proceeded. He tried to look as pleasant as could be, even though he knew he was visibly heaving and sweating.

Theodore could hear the front door opening, signaling John’s arrival. For the umpteenth time, Theodore wondered whether it had been wise to give the older man a key to his home.

When John walked into the bedroom, Theodore gave him a slight, acknowledging nod, while maintaining his strained smile for the video call. Teresa was continuing to ramble on.

“Brought you this,” John mouthed, setting a gallon-sized bottle of fluid on Theodore’s nightstand, with a huge straw. Between meals, John often served milkshakes to ease Theodore’s insatiable appetite. If not, Theodore’s belly would continually gurgle and grumble. He had no idea he was being fed appetite-enhancers. He just assumed the babies were hungry.

Theodore gave another slight nod, this one of appreciation, as he voluntarily turned off his camera to pull the straw up close and take a long draw.

The drink was thick and chunky, sweet and icy, milky and greasy, sort of buttery. Theodore honestly had no idea what John put in it. He knew there had to be protein, and maybe some vitamin supplements. And as odd as it tasted, Theodore was addicted. He took another long pull from the straw.

“I’ll get started on dinner,” John whispered, smiling knowingly before he walked off.

Theodore sucked down more of his milkshake as he turned the camera back on.

He continued to intermittently drink the shake as the lesson proceeded. When the amount of fluid was low enough, he lifted up the container and started to guzzle directly from it. He didn’t care if fluid spilled down his chin and into his cleavage. He drank desperately, his belly gurgling, seemingly in appreciation.

But Theodore started to regret his gluttony toward the end of the lesson. There were only ten minutes left, but his insides were squirming relentlessly, often rumbling and whining.

Theodore did his best to breathe through it, his teeth grit in a panicked smile. “And what do you think of the…the end of the novel?” he managed, his face contorted, his cheeks red. “Edward? Go ahead.”

As the student awkwardly offered his thoughts, Theodore scrunched his face, shifting his hips. His hand desperately rubbed the side of his belly. Oh no, he thought.

And then it started.

His nipples sprayed as his belly tightened, his face going beet red as he struggled to endure the sudden onslaught of tension. As milk rapidly soaked through his shirt, his belly tensed and tensed, until it was visibly expanding. “Errggghhhh…” Theodore groaned, belatedly managing to turn off his microphone.

His belly tightened more, pushing forward. Visibly expanding as he arched and groaned, gripping at it desperately. “John!” he cried.

Theodore had failed to notice the way the hovering tablet had swung back on its stand, displaying his full, expansive form, for all of his college students to see.

“What’s going on?” John said as he burst into the room.

Theodore’s body was straining, his shirt hugging him tightly and steadily peeling up over his inflating midsection. Veins throbbed on his forehead as he struggled to endure his growing babies. “I don’t — know — what’s happening!” Theodore choked, his belly feeling tight enough to burst right open.

There was a strange snapping sensation deep inside of him, and then Theodore could feel fluid pooling on the mattress beneath him. His belly shuddered so forcefully, he heard himself scream.

“I think you’re in labor,” John said, gazing at the orb in fascination.

“Noo…fuhhh…” That couldn’t be possible. Theodore had never wanted — just no!

Everything was happening too fast! Theodore yelped as John began to push his legs into a bent position.

His belly was still straining and swelling, like an angry creature, waiting to be unleashed.

“No, no, no,” Theodore babbled, shaking his head in denial. “No, I c-can’t—!” He was cut off by another painful wave of tension.

“It’s okay,” John assured. “Just another contraction. Breathe through it.”

“This is fucking insane!” Yet something was proceeding rapidly. Theodore could feel the ache as it shoved deep in his body. His knees spread by impulse, but he tried to jerk them closed. They trembled and — his ass felt strange and tight. It felt as though it was swelling. This whole thing was insanity! This couldn’t actually be happening!

“I think it’s crowning,” John said, shoving Theodore’s knees even farther back, until he was spread painfully wide, and something was — something was pressing and shoving. His whole body started to burn. His belly jumped, and he wailed. He felt as though it was crushing him. He felt suffocated. “T-too b-big!” he stammered as his belly rose like dough, his ass swelling and spreading, giving way to something absolutely huge, that just seemed to get — lodged there. Stuck. He wailed.

“Push!” John urged as Theodore stomach roiled.

Something quavered forward. Theodore struggled and shoved, his face burning hot, dripping sweat. It nudged forward, then seemed to retract a little. “Gahhhh!” he shouted, sobbing, feeling pathetic. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was — he was having babies. He was panicked. He was going to be a mother and he — he couldn’t. “C-can’t.” His belly rose like a wave, then tightened in on itself. His body was stretched wide, something stuck in his entry.

“Push!”

Theodore screamed as he pushed; pushed until he thought he might die. It was absurdly painful; it was fucking torturous.

The thing shifted. Proceeded. There was a squallung cry. Theodore slumped back, sobbing.

His belly was no smaller than it had been, yet it was steadily resuming the contractions. Theodore groaned and shifted, looking up at the slimy, gurgling creature cradled in John’s arms.

He gasped for breath, feeling utterly dazed. His insides lurched. His gaze drifted, vacantly.

It was only then that Theodore took notice of the tablet again. And he noticed the dozens of stunned students gazing back at him sprawled there, half-naked, on the bed.

The End