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Baby Elephant - Male Version - 9-10 Weeks
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Summary: An intern is impregnated with a baby elephant.
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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9 Weeks
Connor was provided with maternity bras and all the doorways and bathroom stalls were widened to make room for his mass. He was even constructed a small, attached apartment, for nights he was too weary to make the trip home. As much as he wanted to credit the organization for doing its best to accommodate him and keep him mobile, he couldn’t help resenting the lab and everyone in it.
Connor mostly waddled about with the utmost awkwardness. Handles and grips had been affixed to various walls and fixtures for him to hold if he ever felt unbalanced. There was also a new protocol that he grab onto someone’s hand or shoulder if he ever felt dizzy, faint, or out of breath, but Connor refused to give anyone the pleasure of knowing how deeply they had imposed on his autonomy.
The growth hadn’t stopped completely. They had measured a half an inch of growth since the previous week. Still, it was better. It had been slowed substantially, and there were no more spurts. The pressure was still present, and constant, but it never peaked. Connor could feel himself getting stronger, as he slowly learned to walk with his new encumbrance. He was prescribed physical therapy twice a week to strengthen his back and work on his gait. Though things were not by any means good, they were as well as he could expect them to be, given his predicament. Of course, none of this made up for the fact that his life was going to be on hold for almost two years.
Connor was to be accompanied by another intern any time he left the lab. Even when he went home, an intern was to be present, lurking about, and monitoring Connor as he tried to sleep.
His old bed was not very comfortable at all. The bed that had been provided for him at the lab was low, round, and sort of resembled a nest. The center was depressed, offering his belly support on the sides. It took three interns to get him out of it in the morning, but Connor was beginning to notice that he was spending more time at his work apartment than his real one.
He also noticed his body was still slowly changing. His bottom was getting plumper, almost as though to counteract the weight of his massive belly. His briefs had really been the only thing that still fit him, but those too were becoming too small.
As the program had not yet crafted a lab coat that could accommodate his massive belly’s size, he was left to wear the biggest one he had on hand. Only one button closed, which was beneath his breasts. His belly was left to nakedly protrude from the fabric, so massive, it was wider than he was, and he could not see the front of it. His breasts were shelved atop it, round, plump, and bulging almost entirely from the top of the lab coat, his nipples barely concealed. He found the bras to be uncomfortable, and often did not wear them, leaving the mounds on his chest to leak into the front of the lab coat, to the point that the fabric was transparent, thus rendering it all the more useless. He felt half-naked most of the time. He had no privacy left.
And despite all the people around him, Connor often felt lonely. He wondered what he would say to his family, or to Sam for that matter. And he wondered about Reed. Connor wondered why he often saw Reed watching him. Maybe she was mocking him. Maybe she was plotting.
10 Weeks
Another week, another half-inch of growth. Connor couldn’t physically see it, and would not have known had he not been measured. It wasn’t that significant, and initially he had considered it to be a relief—it was an improvement over his growth spurts of several inches—but as Connor did the calculations in his mind, he came to realize how much growth he could accumulate as the weeks progressed. A half an inch a week was over two inches a month. As he was expected to endure his condition for another 21 and a half months, that was another fourty-three inches, which was north of three and a half feet! Connor uneasily rubbed the side of his belly. There had to be a solution to this. He had to find one.
Connor buried himself in his graduate studies. The sooner he finished his program, the sooner he would be capable of seeing the experiment with more nuance. He did most of his coursework online now, but it was still a struggle to balance essays, readings, and tests with his intern work at the lab, on top of his new, and overwhelming, condition. Sometimes he stared down at his mass. It was hard to believe he had become so huge in only the span of ten weeks.
Connor was now delivered to his home with the assistance of a minivan. He would be helped into the back of the vehicle, where the middle row of seats had been removed to make way for his belly. Then he and his belly would be affixed to his seat though an awkward arrangement of straps, that mostly served to secure his belly, heaven forbid the fetus was jostled. The jostling did, however, bother him. Though the van was driven at a painfully slow pace, any minor bump or pothole left him rocking terribly, his chest leaking, and his stomach uneasy. One evening, he got sick, and there was a huge commotion. The van was stopped a mere block from his home, and a hoard of scientists sped over to meet them, collecting his vomit to measure, test, and examine it, then hauling Connor back to lab for a variety of tests that all revealed the same thing: he’d had motion sickness. By the time it was over, it was time to start the morning shift. For Connor, it had been exhausting, and he never wanted to go through it again.
Connor looked up from his paperwork. It was 10PM now. The thought of making the trip home made him groan in exasperation. He decided he would use the attached apartment set up for him at the lab. Though not home, it served its purpose, and the bed was comfortable enough.
Connor shifted to the edge of his extra-wide chair. The arms were padded to support and cushion his girth. He breathed deeply, in and out, in preparation. It took him a while to heave himself up, his belly shuddering and breasts wobbling, until he was standing. Though the physical therapy was helping, the pregnancy was still a huge strain on his body.
He looked down at himself, belly and breasts rising and falling with his heavy breathing. He was still stuck in his too-small lab coat, and it was beginning to remind him of a stripper costume, with his belly popping through the opening, the single button straining as his breast-flesh bulged over the neckline, while his nipples were close to being visible. Sometimes his puffy areola did peek out as he wobbled about. And now his newly-rounding ass was sticking out in the back in his too-tight pants that were slowly shrinking against the growing cheeks.
His belly was bigger than the rest of him, and he could only support it for short periods of time. It was constantly flushed and sleek with sweat, always tight and feeling as though it was pulsing from within. Even then, he was holding onto one of the handles that had been adhered to the wall as he took a moment to catch his breath.
“Connor? Still here?”
Connor looked up to see Reed walking by, holding some folders. “Yeah. I’m staying tonight,” he said bitterly.
“Oh,” Reed nodded. “Well I ordered some food. You interested?”
His stomach growled as though in affirmation. He reddened. “Sure, why not?” Reed had helped turn him into this freakshow, the least she could do was provide him with free food.
“Great. I just have to file these, but I’ll meet you back at my office in a few.”
Connor didn’t think much of it. He waddled to Reed’s office, surprised that there were about three boxes of pizza piled on his desk. He opened the top box and took a slice. It was covered in cheese, sausage, pepperoni, and pieces of bacon. Connor eyed Reed’s measly desk chair, but knew there was no way it would be able to accommodate his massive body. Instead, he pressed his ass against the desk to lean on it (the desk was mounted on the floor), finding a relatively comfortable position to take a bite of the slice in his hands. It was delicious. Within moments, he demolished it, then got started on a second. By the time that was finished, Reed had still not arrived. Connor hesitated, but then shrugged and reached for a third slice. His appetite was insane and it wasn’t like he was trying to watch his figure.
As Connor chomped on pizza, he glanced around the office. He noticed a photo of a man on the desk. Though attractive, he was small and frail-looking. Standing on a beach, he grinned at the camera, wearing a pair of trunks that were practically falling off his bony hips. That must have been Reed’s spouse.
“Sorry about that,” said Reed, as she walked in. She leaned against the desk beside him and reached for a slice. As they ate, the two engaged in idle chatter about ongoing projects (not including the one he Connor was unwillingly cultivated in his belly). The conversation was awkward at times, Connor’s frustration still obvious, but he could feel himself slowly uncoiling. He could only hold his hostility for so long before it became draining. He had so much on his plate as it was. It was better to just play nice, and get Reed back later, when Connor was more capable of it. As he ate, some sauce dripped onto his plump, sweaty cleavage. Reed reached out as though to wipe it off, but then stopped herself, looking embarrassed. Connor grabbed some napkins and wiped it away.
After Connor finished his fourth slice, he noticed Reed was still working on her first. Reed noticed his hesitation. She motioned to the box. “Help yourself. There’s plenty more.”
Connor went for it. He might as well.
In the meantime, Reed retrieved Connor’s specialized chair for him. Connor appreciated it, but once he sat, he immediately knew that he would be disinclined to getting back up any time soon. With his belly perched heavily on his lap, his breasts were heaved higher, and pushed towards his chin. It made eating more awkward, but Connor made it work. Reed passed him a fifth slice.
The two discussed an amphibian project both were working on, Connor barely noticing as he went through yet another slice as Reed attentively watched him eat. As Connor finished his sixth, he realized how late it was getting. “I should go,” he said, interrupting Reed, who was just discussing the slime samples she had gotten off the rare desert frogs they were studying. Connor swallowed his last bite, only then realizing how full he felt. But as Reed opened the next box of pizza, the aroma of hot chicken and ricotta overcame his, causing his stomach of shiver and grumble as he stared at the mound in surprise. He rubbed his hand against the bloated flesh.
“Stay.” Reed offered him another slice. “One more.”
Over the next hour, Connor finished off the remaining two boxes.
