Toy - Alternate Ending

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Ryan’s parents had been disappointed – to say the least – when their son had shown up on their doorstep at least a hundred pounds heavier than when they had last seen him, adorning huge breasts and a massive ass, and asking for them to take care of his twenty-three children. Nothing about the scenario made sense. Ryan had begged them not to ask any questions. And they eventually agreed, under a few conditions: That Ryan lose the weight. That he get back into school. That he get his life in order. And for chrissakes, no more children!


By the age of twenty-five, Ryan had upheld his end of the bargain. He had just graduated from college and landed a good job at a large accounting firm. His kids were doing well with his parents, and he felt that he finally had control over his life again. Ryan had even managed to lose the weight. Somehow it felt weird to be slim again, but he was certainly grateful.


Ryan walked into his apartment that evening and when he turned on the light, he was shocked by who he saw. “J-Jake?” The man in question was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, a small bag perched beside him.


As Ryan stared at him, everything came rushing back. The memories of Jake’s control over him. The sensation of Jake pressing into him. Ryan’s whole body became weak.


“Come here,” said Jake.


Ryan didn’t know why, but his legs moved, and he walked over to Jake. Jake patted the spot beside him and Ryan obediently sat on the couch.


Memories of the second pregnancy continued to flash through Ryan’s mind. How he had gotten so big, he had become immobile. How for days he had been perched on his king sized mattress, back against the headboard, and his belly taking up the whole length of the bed. How he had barely been able to get into position to give birth. How his belly had swelled and swelled the more labor was delayed. Ryan gulped. He was pulled back into the present as Jake spoke.


“I brought you something,” Jake said, nodding to the bag.


Ryan looked into it, his eyes widening at the sight of the packets. Hormone packets. There were at least eight of them.


“Go ahead,” Jake invited him.


Ryan hesitated for a long while before finally lifting a packet to his lips, biting down on it, and allowing the liquid within it to trickle down his throat. He repeated the process until all the packets were done. He could already feel his insides tingling.


Looking satisfied, Jake finally pulled out a large green pill and held it out to Ryan. Even with knowing what it was, Ryan took it and gulped it down.


Jake smiled.


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A few weeks later, Ryan came home from work in a large, custom-made suit that stretched over his large, round, nine-month-pregnant-looking belly. His puffy-looking chest was perched above it. His round bottom protruded out behind him, wobbling as he walked.


As Ryan lowered his suitcase, he heard some of the stitching beginning to tear on his pants. He slid off his blazer and frowned at the diamonds of skin that had formed between the buttons of his dress shirt since that morning. He was going through suits fast.


Ryan made his way to his bedroom, flinching as one of his shirt buttons popped off and ricocheted off the wall. Finally making it inside his room, he removed his shirt first, revealing the athletic tape that tightly bound his chest. Ryan hurriedly unraveled it, sighing in relief as his plump EEE-cup breasts were allowed to push outwards. He could feel them getting fuller, rounder every day, and he knew his milk was coming in.


Ryan eased himself into some sweatpants and a large T-shirt that clung against his round belly. He absently rubbed the mound. It was growing fast, but he wanted to hold off on taking sick leave from work for as long as possible. He had to have been employed at the job for three months to even qualify.


Ryan exited the bedroom and went to his kitchen, making a bee line for the fridge. As always, it was mysteriously well stocked with foods that didn’t need much preparation. Ryan just stood there and stuffed his face with some mozzarella salad and plump sausages for a while. He paused and reddened at a sudden sensation of tightness in his navel. “Ahhh….ngghhhhh…” He groaned as his belly button popped out. His abdomen heaved up and down as he caught his breath. His fingers cupped the flushed protrusion. He was going to have a hard time explaining that at work.


Ryan closed the fridge door, and nearly jumped at the sight of Jake on the other side.


Jake smirked at him, eyes trailing up and down his body. Jake then got behind Ryan, wrapping his arms around him to rub his belly.


Ryan’s shock subsided, and he reddened. “Jake,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I can’t take on anymore. I’m only two months along. At this rate, I’m gonna be a blimp.”


But just the idea of it was getting Jake hot. He slid down Ryan’s pants and eased himself inside as Ryan grasped onto the kitchen counter. With each one of Jake’s thrusts, Ryan felt as though he was getting tighter and tighter. Finally, Jake came, and Ryan could actually see his belly swelling, pressing into the counter, pushing, and growing, Ryan’s face reddening, his breasts swelling. “Jake…ngghhhhhhh…” Ryan groaned, holding his belly as it tightened more. He looked overdue with triplets by the time it was over. He sagged, but Jake held him up, continuing to rub his hands all over his plumpened mass.


Ryan stared down at himself, feeling genuinely scared by how big he had become. His belly was now protruding out from the bottom of his T-shirt, which now only went down as far as his navel. Ryan had no clue how he would carry all these babies to term. Abortion was out of the question. Jake would never allow it.


Ryan glanced up at Jake’s smug expression and managed to pull away from him. “Great, now how am I supposed to go to work?” Ryan grumbled. His round breasts looked like FFF-cups by then, his large nipples protruding in his shirt. Ryan ghosted them with his fingers, then shuddered at how sensitive they were, his nipples pushing out even more. Ryan knew the faintest trigger would result in a mess. Both mounds were plump with milk.


Ryan pulled his pants back up over his round ass, but his crack still bulged over the waist band. He noticed that his cell phone had begun to ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. “Yeah boss? The Snyder account? Oh god, I’ll be right there.”


Ryan walked off to get his briefcase, noting with discomfort that he was beginning to waddle. He ignored Jake’s amused expression as he hurried off. But Jake followed him all the way to the parking garage and stood by as Ryan struggled to squeeze himself behind his steering wheel.


Once Ryan was situated, he took a moment just to breathe. Jake leaned through the window. “For the road,” Jake said, offering Ryan a large box of his favorite éclairs. There had to be fifty crammed in there.


Ryan hesitated and took the box. Knowing his luck, Jake had probably injected them with hormones and fatteners.


Jake just smirked. “I’ll see you later,” he promised.


Ryan’s face reddened. He knew that everything Jake said was literal. “Jake,” he said entreatingly. “I’m going to pop.” He rubbed his heaving belly. Every encounter he had with Jake seemed to result in a new surge of growth.


Jake just shrugged, reached down, and stuffed an éclair into Ryan’s mouth. “Eat all of them.” He ordered.


Ryan nodded, feeling hypnotized.


Smirking again, Jake walked off.