Aliens, Part 2 - Male Version
Added 2017-04-16 21:51:56 +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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He looked as though he was pregnant. "Oh god," Connor muttered, covering his mouth.
It could be a breeding experiment, one women whispered to another, as though Connor wasnt even there.
He could be full of alien babies, another said.
No! That's ridiculous! said Connor.
The woman fell hushed at his outburst. Everyone stared at him in alarm, frightened that the aliens might intervene.
And so the group dispersed. Connor was left sitting on the cold marble floor, continuing to stare in panic at his burgeoning physique. He tentatively touched his stomach. He looked as though he could be five months pregnant!
Connor quickly dropped his hand. No...it was just a little weight gain, he reassured himself repetitively. Why, in a room full of women, would he be the one to fall pregnant? Improbable.
Connor's eyes drifted up to his IV line to notice that the bag had doubled in size, the green gunk rolling freely into his veins.
As the days passed, more girls disappeared, and new ones appeared. The girls did their best to explain the situation to newcomers: their abductions, their weakness, their thinness, their ignorance of what was going on. And then the newcomers eyes always shifted to Connor.
What about you? she would say. Why are you dressed differently? Why are you bigger--healthier than the rest of them? Why are they giving you more food?"
Connor wouldnt describe the green gunk as food, and he wouldnt suggest his physique was healthy. Despite his efforts to explain that he was just as lost as the rest of them, he found himself becoming increasingly alienated by the others. They began to look at him with suspicion.
He felt like a freak. Despite his refusal to believe that he could be pregnant, his abdomen just kept getting bigger. His breasts swelled as well, and his cleavage had begun to bulge more heavily from the opening in his tunic. With his dramatic attire, he looked like royalty compared to the others. It wasnt as though he wasnt treated the same. So maybe he got a little more of the gunk intravenously, and maybe he was given extra jugs of cream he slept on the cold floor like the rest of them, achy as this made his growing body feel.
Soon he looked as though he was six months pregnant, but he continued to deny it. He continued to tell himself that he had just put on weight!
The girls continued to circulate. With every passing day he met new faces, and saw that old ones had disappeared, but Connor remained.
As his bosom slowly grew to C-cups, the continuous jiggling of his cleavage became more evident than ever, and they grew all the more sensitive. He tried to keep himself distracted, meditating, or counting floor tiles. But sometimes he could do little but try to contain his grunts as he was aroused by the foul massage of the mechanical insects. He didnt know the way he clutched the mounds and moaned in his sleep.
One day Connor awoke earlier than the others. He groaned, but not in pleasure.
Over the past few weeks, his breasts had gotten increasingly sore, probably from the excess stimulation. Only in the last two days or so, they had become encompassed by a hotness, and a strange tingling. Now his nipples were aching like never before. Connor groggily sat up and looked down at himself.
He stared at what he saw, then whimpered and pulled open his tunic.
The electronic insects were still contracting, but inconsistently. They released electrical buzzes here and there, a bit of static dancing upon their surfaces. They were malfunctioning, and he could tell why.
A bit of green fluid was seeping from both his nipples, and getting on the devices. Connor tentatively touched his left breast, and another fat green droplet broke free of his nipple. He released a horrified grunt. Around him, the other women began to stir, but an alien creature appeared in front of Connor. It again raised its hideous, balled finger, and everything went black.
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The unconscious Connor was again lowered to a table in the aliens private examination room.
This human is progressing smoothly, one said in its strange alien tongue.
Whereas the other humans are not. None of them have been able to carry, another said sullenly.
What does it matter? said the first. For now, this human will suffice.
This alien dipped its hand into its mouth, coating its finger with its purple saliva. This saliva served as a special solvent with which the alien reached down and detached the electronic insects from Connors breasts. The alien clicked approvingly as Connors mounds continued to seep the green fluid that would soon serve to nourish their young.
The alien then replaced the electronic insects on Connors breasts with two new ones. Whereas the first ones had resembled spiders, these resembled beetles. Each had a sucker, and as they were adhered to Connors nipples, they did just that, and suckled his breasts.
Connor grunted in his sleep as he was re-dressed and returned to the marble room.
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When Connor regained consciousness, he was again surrounded by his living-mates. He sat up with some difficulty and rubbed his eyes. What happened? he said groggily.
He noticed that the other women were staring at him.
Connor looked down at his swollen breasts, his nipples erect, huge, and they were visibly...pulsating? No...that didnt make sense. Connor groaned as he recognized the sensation of something attached to his nipple. He pulled open his tunic, and gasped.
There were new insects these ones didnt look blatantly electronic like the last ones they looked real. Beetle-things the size ping pong balls that were encompassing his nipples and seemed to be sucking them. Connor suddenly felt nauseous.
Oh... he groaned suddenly.
If possible, this process was even more arousing than the former had been. He crossed his legs as he felt himself go hard, and he cupped the side of one of his breasts, to finally look back up at the surrounding girls. They exchanged his distraught look with horrified ones of their own.
I'm lost, Connor insisted, as the others withdrew from around him. "I...ngghhh...I didn't ask for this," he groaned, trying to draw the tunic back around him, but his cleavage still bubbled through the opening. "This sucks. God, this sucks." He held his heaving stomach. The girls avoided eye contact with him, looking as though they would much rather disappear themselves than to fall victim to his predicament.
As the days passed, Connor's belly continued to steadily grow, and Connor became more hungry than ever. As if on cue, his IV bags increased in size, as did his jugs of heavy cream. He gulped the jugs down when he met them in the morning, ignoring as cream dribbled down his chin and into his flushed cleavage. Soon enough he looked as though he was seven months pregnant, and his belly button had begun to protrude to his mortification.
His mound had popped out. He could no longer pass as fat. Instead his belly had become a separate entity, protruding ahead of him, and clearly occupied if just based on the size, weight, and continuous pressure.
Connor wasnt one to be easily aroused, but the beetle-creatures adhered to his breasts were definitely remedying that. His loins were continually erect, often jabbing against the underside of his belly as he did his best to hide it. Only when everyone was asleep was he allowed to relieve his tension, his free hand clamped to his mouth in his efforts to stifle his groans.
His body was continuously flushed and sweaty, his nipples aching from the abuse of being constantly sucked. Even despite it, his breasts continued to steadily grow.
At night, Connor struggled to find a comfortable position on the ground. His belly was making this impossible.
He was breathless most of the time, his tunic now stretching to accommodate him. Every breath he took seemed to heave his breasts higher, where they threatened to spill free of his top. His cleavage was flushed, bloated, and soaked in sweat. Connor couldnt have been more miserable.
One day a tension shot through his stomach. Ohhh... Connor groaned as his belly tightened abnormally. Ahhh... he arched his back.
The women did little more than look at Connor in fear as he moaned and clutched at his stomach, slowly sinking to his knees.
His face was flushed and sweaty. His breasts heaved and bloated, finally popping free from his top. The beetles attached to his nipples sensed his labor and unlatched from him, where they dropped lifelessly to the floor. Thick green fluid began to seep from Connors nipples and roll down his form. Nnnnggghhh... he groaned, feeling his girth painfully shift. Something worked its way to his rectal opening. He felt something tenting out the back of his pants.
After it was over, Connor was panting on all fours. To his confusion, his belly was somewhat smaller, but still considerably full. Connor fearfully reached down into his slacks and felt the inside of his shorts, which had stretched and sagged to accommodate the masses that had come out of him.
His fingers connected with what felt like...eggs. Goey ones, about the size of tennis balls. He felt about five of them, and wrinkled his nose, resisting the urge to retch.
Just as he began to regain his bearing, two of the alien creatures appeared. Connor watched one of them lift its gray finger. Yeah, I know the drill, he thought as everything went black.
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The first few were successful births, said one of the aliens, running its finger along the unconscious Connors still-swollen abdomen. Still, I feel this human can handle more.
I have to agree, said one of the other aliens, clicking approvingly as it observed Connors belly. The human was still laden with eggs as they prepared to be born. We are the last of our race, and in only a short while, this human has increased our numbers by five.
A third alien was examining Connors breasts, plump with feed for the offspring. Even then, they were dripping, full with nourishment and getting fuller. This aliens pointer finger glowed. It reached down and touched Connors navel. Let us test this human's capacity.
