Baby Elephant, Part 15 - Male Version

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Note: This is the male version of Baby Elephant.

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Summary: An intern is impregnated with a baby elephant. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, animal pregnancy.

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He was back in the top that served as little more than a belly-shirt for him, his large breasts round and bulging out below the hem line. He started experiencing these powerful episodes of pressure again. It wasn’t so bad when Reed was around. She would rub her hands up and down his plumpened skin. But over the course of a day, it got worse and worse, until he was in his quarters, his belly perched against the mattress, his legs drawn up on either side of the massive mound as he watched it heave, and rubbed what he could of it. He took in harsh breaths as the pressure grew and grew. This didn’t feel right. Not normal at all. It was almost like…almost like he was…

The pressure hit its highest peak, this time accompanied by pain as his belly tightened. Connor released a strained groan. His breasts pushed harder out from the bottom of his shirt, his nipples beginning to seep.

Red in the face, Connor breathed in and out as scientists and interns flooded his quarters. They gave him a shot to delay the labor, but it didn’t do much. Then they pressed him with stethoscopes and strapped him with monitors, and Connor could make out Reed arguing with someone over the phone. “What do you mean, delay it? He’s gone into labor. This experiment is no longer viable. If we don’t operate he will-”

“Nrrghhhhhh…” Connor groaned as his large belly contracted again, causing his whole body to quake against it. It heaved in and out as he struggled to regain herself. This wasn’t good. What was going to happen to him? He was given a second injection, but still, it didn’t work. “You need…to operate,” Connor forced out, feeling as though he might burst.

He gasped out as a hot sensation pulsed from the center of his stomach, and outwards, the surge of pressure hitting the walls of his belly, pushing outwards as he struggled against it. “Nnnggghhhhh…” Connor groaned, as his abdomen visibly swelled, the surrounding interns pausing to stare. They stood with their mouths ajar, some of them clutching their own mounds. The contraction ended, and Connor slumped down, clutching what he could of his belly. Panting and sweating, he struggled to catch his breath. The interns collectively snapped out of their reveries, and hurried about, continuing to work.

The intern closest to Connor was checking his blood pressure. He remembered her to be slim and attractive, but now she looked overwhelmed and flustered, her shirt taut against her rounded stomach.

A young male intern was digging through drawers and cabinets in search of something. His trousers looked close to bursting apart as his extraordinarily large, bloated bottom bobbed about within it.

Yet a third intern had developed breasts the size of cantaloupes, large nipples grossly erect, looking like they wanted to tunnel through the clothing straining to contain them.

Looking around at the fumbling interns, Connor could see their varying stages of localized weight gain in their chests, bellies, bottoms – or some combination of the three. Would the same things that had happened to him happen to them? Had they all fallen victim to contractual oversight?

“Ohhhhhhh…” Connor groaned, his stomach visibly throbbing by then. “Hahhh…hahhhh…” He struggled to breathe. The contractions were getting too close. He was being pushed too deeply into labor. He could <i>feel</i> it. Feel it coming. “No, no, no, nrrrgghhh…” He groaned, as his belly heaved in another painful growth that left his gasping for breath. The contractions were practically on top of each other. It would be too late if something wasn’t done now! “Reeeeeddd!” he cried out. Reed looked up from her phone call, when something happened. Something…splashed.

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Connor could feel something protruding out of him. Something large…and it was moving. He could feel it brush against his leg, and it made his skin crawl.

Reed dropped her phone.

“It’s the trunk,” said an intern in astonishment.

Connor couldn’t see, but he could feel it squeezing out his anus. Tears poured down his cheeks as Reed hurried to his side. She took his hand. “Connor, there seems to have been a d-development,” she stammered.

Connor simply shook his head, unable to really speak. He would never be able to survive delivery. He gasped for breath and poured sweat as he felt another contraction descending on him. It was so heavy. “R-Reed.”

There were mutterings around him, the interns all looking scared and queasy. Several went back to clutching their own growing bellies.

“It’s too big. It’ll kill him.”

“He has to stop pushing.”

“He <i> can’t.”</i>

“Oh god. Is this going to happen to <i> us!?</i>”

“Someone prep a sedative!” Reed snapped.

One of the interns dropped his hands from his belly and hurried off.

“Everything is going to be alright, Connor,” Reed said, as the remaining interns hoovered around, their faces white. Connor could feel the trunk lazily sway and squirm. “I swear to you, everything is going to be-”

The contraction hit and his belly heaved. The elephant <i>pushed</i>, and so Connor’s body <i> pushed</i>. And then the intern was back, and a needle punctured Connor’s shoulder. And everything just went black.

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Connor awoke with a start.

He was in one of the medical rooms. He slowly sat up, looking around.

The first thing he noticed was that he was not pregnant anymore. He had survived. Connor clutched his torso for a moment. He then lifted up the medical gown he was wearing to examine his stomach.

It was flat. In fact, he might have been thinner than he had been prior to the strange pregnancy…which didn’t make much sense. His breasts were still quite full and plump, but nowhere near the size that they had been before. Connor searched his abdomen for his stitches, but there weren’t any. He looked at the IV line going into his arm. How long had he been asleep?

The door hissed as it slid open, and someone walked in, her eyes down on the clipboard she was holding.

“Reed,” said Connor, his voice hoarse.

Reed looked up, a surprised expression crossing her face. “Connor.” She approached with a smile. “You’re up.”

Connor’s eyes skimmed over the various monitors surrounding the bed. “What happened? How long have I been out?”

Reed sat on the edge of his bed, surveying him. “Three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” Connor was stunned.

“The labor took a lot out of you.”

“The labor…” said Connor, as he blinked away the remaining fogginess. “What do you mean? How did the surgery go?”

Reed shook her head. “There was no surgery, Connor. You don’t remember? You gave birth naturally.”

“But how is that possible? That thing was enormous!”

Moments later, Connor was pulling on a sweatshirt and slippers. He found his legs surprisingly weak as he followed Reed through some corridors of the lab. It was dark, and not a lot of people were around. The few interns that Connor did see were hunched over paperwork, not looking up.

Finally, Reed stopped at a glass wall. Connor stared inside.

There were three baby elephants. Smaller than normal baby elephants. Much smaller. But there were three of them. They were beige in color, and somewhat smoother than they should have been, but seemed otherwise ordinary. They ambled about lazily.

“Oh my god,” was all Connor could say. He started for the entrance to the room, but Reed caught his arm, stopping him.

“The two of us actually have to have a conversation about lab access,” Reed said. “And ascertain whether or not you are still technically an employee here. But that’s a conversation for the morning, Connor. Why don’t you get some rest. We’ll sort this out shortly.”

Connor pressed his lips but forced a nod. He started to walk back to his medical room, and he heard Reed stroll away in the opposite direction. Once she had turned a corner into another corridor, Connor stopped and headed for one of the main work stations. He needed some answers.

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Connor was relieved to see another intern working late on a computer – it looked like Beth, going by her brown hair. Connor grabbed her shoulder. “Beth.”

The young woman visibly stiffened, and remained frozen for a moment, her eyes on her keyboard. Finally, she revolved in her chair.

Connor gasped.

Beth’s blouse was stretched tightly over her potbelly, two pairs of B-cup breasts perched atop it. Two pairs! Based on her size, he looked like he could have been overdue with twins. Face flushed, she rubbed his belly, a miserable expression on her face. “Piglets,” she forced out.

“W-why?” was all Connor could manage to say.

“The experiment with you was, subjectively, a breakthrough,” said Beth weakly. “Now the scientists want to experiment on all the interns. It’s not like we can do anything about it at this point. We all signed the contract.” Beth hiccupped, and a button popped off her shirt, revealing his protruding belly button. She wiped his eyes in embarrassment and turned back to her computer, where she breathed heavily as she typed away.

Feeling stunned, Connor walked away. Through glimpses of other interns, he caught sight of man with a round ass the size of two basketballs pressed together in his pants. And there was a woman with massive breasts, her nipples leaking something thick and purple into her lab coat.

That night, Connor didn’t get any sleep, he simply tossed and turned in his hospital bed. He was given some plain white clothes to get dressed in the next morning. On his way to Reed’s office, there were even more interns in varying stages of bloatedness. In a corridor, a young woman dropped a pile of papers to clutch at her rounded abdomen as her face reddened. “Not again…” she groaned out, as she hunched over, and a round, tennis ball-sized object began to push out in the back of her pants. As she was swarmed by scientists, Connor forced himself to walk on.

An air of misery hung over the lab. When Connor entered Reed’s office, Reed and a young man were leaning over a file on the desk.

“Bring this to Dr. Jacob’s immediately, then be sure to file a copy under Experiment 367.”

“Understood doctor,” said the young man. As he turned around, Connor saw how massively pregnant he was. He looked like he might pop out quints at any moment.

Looking strained and exhausted, the man gathered up the files and walked off – trying not to waddle. Connor felt nothing but sympathy as the guy struggled his way out of the office, face flushed and belly throbbing.

“Connor, sit down,” said Reed welcomingly.

Connor did so. “So what’s going to happen to the…”

“The baby elephants? We don’t know yet. So far we are monitoring them and running tests. Their biology is quite interesting… But that’s not really your concern, is it?”

Connor said nothing.

“The lab has released you from your contract, Connor. All we ask is that you sign a confidentiality agreement, and you can be on your way. We will even fund the rest of your degree fully. We just ask that you leave the lab, the elephants – leave everything behind. And don’t ever come back.”

Numbly, Connor nodded.

“Of course, we offer you the option to sign on for another year,” said Reed, after a moment. “You would be a valuable asset, having been – intimately involved in one of our biggest experiments to date. You would bring a crucial perspective to our ongoing and future experiments. Of course, we would agree not to experiment on you again.”

Connor stared off for a while. It seemed that he only had one choice. “I’ll stay.”

The End