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The Artifact
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This is the July SUBMIT-A-PLOT reward.
Idea submitted by Kush Destroyer: A archaeologist goes to an abandoned ruin deep in the jungle and finds a small bovine/human statue made of gold. He takes it back as a personal gift and over the course of a few weeks it transform's him and a roommate of his into pregnant hucows desperate for more babies. Male: weight gain, lactation, pregnancy, ass and breast expansion.
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Oliver was the last person on his team of archeologists to leave the ancient site, but as he did, something caught his eye, something that glimmered under the few streaks of light that managed to breach the cavernous ruin.
Oliver crept forward, closing in on the shimmering item. He lifted it carefully from the rubble, stunned that he and his team had missed this during their walkthroughs of the site. It was a small statue, caked in dirt. Oliver rubbed away some of the grime with his gloved hand. Something about this figure was just so…special.
It was solid gold beneath the dirt. The statue depicted the figure of a very plump male that also had…bovine attributes. It was certainly peculiar. Oliver turned it over in his hand.
“Oliver!” Jeff called.
Oliver startled. The expedition leader, Jeff, had already exited the cavern with the rest of the team. They were waiting for him so they could seal off that section of the ruin.
“Coming,” Oliver responded, not knowing why he instinctively tucked the stature away in his backpack. Some compulsion just made him want to keep it to himself. For now, at least. He could always hand it off the museum later, but for the time being, Oliver needed to hold onto it.
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It was three weeks later, and Oliver was rummaging through his fridge. He was certain he couldn’t have already gone through all his food for the week. He had just gone grocery shopping the day before! And yet there was no food in sight. Sure, his appetite had been a little intense lately, but there was just no way—
Someone cleared their throat.
Oliver turned and belatedly noticed his roommate standing against the counter, arms crossed as he waited for Oliver to finish up at the fridge. Alex must have been waiting a while, judging by the annoyed look on his face. Offering an embarrassed smile, Oliver stepped away. “Sorry man,” he said as he scratched his chest.
Alex just rolled his eyes as he went into the fridge and retrieved a milk gallon.
Though both mid-twenties and decidedly on budgets, Oliver and Alex didn’t share food. Oliver couldn’t help salivating as he watched Alex pour himself a large glass.
Oliver absently scratched his chest again. It had been a little itchy lately, and…softer? He may have been unconsciously avoiding the issue, but he seemed to be putting on some weight. Oliver’s stomach was fuller, his chest softer, and his nipples were…pointier, for some reason. It was odd, but nothing he was too worried about.
Alex downed his glass of milk and promptly poured himself a second. As Oliver regarded him, he thought that Alex might have been putting on some weight as well.
As Oliver continued to scratch his chest, he unintentionally snagged his nipple, and shuddered at the jolt of electricity that shot to his core, his cock stirring in result. Quickly dropping his hand, Oliver deeply inhaled. “I…uh…I better get to work.”
Alex ignored him. He was already on his third glass.
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Alex hated his apartment.
He hated the queasy wallpaper, the mold growing at the edges of the bathtub, the creaky floors, and most of all, he hated his roommate.
It wasn’t as though Oliver did anything offensive aside from being obscenely annoying. He was very typical and extroverted. Always cheerful, outdoorsy, smug, and stupid.
Alex sneered at the awful little cow-man statue Oliver had arbitrarily placed on the coffee table around six weeks ago. The foul thing had been sitting there ever since, just staring at them.
Alex sighed and lowered himself to the couch, his hand absently cradling his rounded belly.
Rounded. He looked down at himself in disgust. A couple of weeks ago, his physique could not be described as anything but slender. But he had been putting on weight like crazy lately. He’d blame his late nights at the office, but he had been spending just as much time at home these days. He couldn’t stop eating for some reason; eating, and getting fat. Things were rapidly getting out of control.
Alex had even started to grow an impressive set of…manboobs. They were rounded and protruding, probably as big as his fucking sister’s by then. Admittedly, his sister had a rather small chest, but still, Alex was starting to look like a woman up there. A regretful weigh-in that morning had revealed that he had somehow gained 30 pounds in just the past couple of weeks!
He needed to seriously see a dietitian, a therapist, or even a doctor.
Then again, law school was kicking his ass. Between his coursework and internship, Alex would be buried in paperwork for the foreseeable future.
“Just stop fucking eating,” he grumbled to himself as he flipped through the file in his hand and tried not to think about the box of donuts he had waiting for him in the cupboard alongside some cookies and a huge container of peanut butter.
Alex could handle a diet. He could. But maybe…he could just start tomorrow. That would be better, anyway. With that thought in mind, he put his paperwork aside and heaved himself up to head for the kitchen. His belly was stretching his shirt as it protruded out enough to make him look as though he was six months pregnant.
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A couple of weeks later, Oliver came home from his job at the museum, breathing heavily as he made his way into his apartment. His white button-down shirt was stretched at the seams, diamonds of plump flesh bulging out between the buttons, which were close to tearing right off.
His clothing was almost painfully tight, squeezing him in, the cotton stretched taut against him. And on his chest sat a pair of full, womanly breasts, just straining for release.
Panting, Oliver made his way into his bedroom, and scrambled to get out of his clothes. Once he managed to get one button at his belly undone, the other buttons popped right off, unable to handle the increased strain against them. Oliver gasped for breath as his belly pushed out like rising dough. Still breathing heavily, he shrugged off the shirt and proceeded to stare down at himself.
He couldn’t believe how much he had grown. His formerly lean build had given way to fat, softness, and curves. The mounds on his chest could only be described as breasts; full, round ones. They had to be D-cupsby then, and his nipples were just huge. They were swollen fat but also weirdly long. And they were impossible to hide, always erect and pushing out in his shirts. Everyone at the museum just stared at him. Oliver couldn’t blame them.
His backside was full and plump behind him, now sticking out, looking as though it had been surgically enhanced to look as fat as possible. He had also developed a layer of fat all over his body, but most seemed concentrated in his gut. His belly was just getting immense.
Oliver planted his hands against the round swell. Beneath two inches of softness was an undeniably firm mass. His belly was full and unyielding, not soft and pliable like a beer belly should be. Oliver groaned as he allowed his hands to slide along it, rubbing into the full, heated flesh, really pressing in.
He was so hard, so turned on. He didn’t know what it was about this body, but it made him unbelievably horny. He should have been disturbed by his rapid, ongoing, transformation. Instead, he just wanted more. To be bigger. Fuller. To grow huge, to carry more, to fill himself with more babies.
Something told him there were babies. They were packed inside him, filling his belly. It didn’t vaguely make sense. But they were there, and he needed more of them.
Oliver donned on a bathrobe, though it hardly covered anything. Wearing just that and his briefs that were straining against his plump backside, Oliver exited his bedroom, his many curves wobbling.
He found Alex standing in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, a large container of peanut butter clutched in his arms. Alex was always consuming peanut butter lately. It seemed one of his favorites. He ate it directly from the container with a large spoon, taking in scoop after scoop as though it was ice cream.
Alex had gained a large amount of weight as well. His belly was as big as Alex’s. No—bigger. It was straining against the T-shirt Alex had on, his swollen belly button visibly bulging out at the center. If he was a woman, he could have passed as nine months pregnant, a pair of C-cups sitting perkily on his chest.
Alex looked flushed and dewy, almost drunk with pleasure of standing there, consuming. He met Oliver’s eyes.
There was something unspoken between their gazes. Some mutual knowledge; and solidarity.
Alex held up his spoon in offering. Oliver waddled over to join him.
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“Ngghhh, yes, harder!” Alex cried as his boss fucked him into his desk after hours at the firm. “Need…more,” Alex gasped as his body rocked, belly bobbing forward with each of Gordon’s thrusts. “God, fill me, errghhh, my babies!” He needed more. He needed to be filled, to be bigger, heavier, to be packed with as many as he could carry, and then some.
Gordon came, Alex groaning out and arching, as his own release splattered the underside of his huge belly, his mound pushing forward with a forceful swell, tearing right out of his shirt buttons. Alex gasped for breath, gripping the desk as he slumped forward, suddenly feeling boneless.
His boss pulled out. “You are such a little freak,” he said fondly as he zipped up and left.
Alex could hardly drag himself to a chair. His hands clasped his belly as sank down, panting and smiling wearily down himself. He was fucking huge, his belly wider than the rest of him. It was absolutely packed, babies lurching inside of him. “Mmmm…” He hummed as he shifted his hips, enjoying the pressure against then. Despite his constant hunger for food and seed, Alex was spent. He sunk back and sighed.
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He was twelve weeks since Oliver had found the golden artifact. Both he and his roommate had decidedly stopped going in to work.
The constant ringing of their phones had become background noise. Sometimes they would hear someone pounding on the front door, but it was equally unremarkable.
At present, Oliver was chugging from the milk gallon. His belly was huge. He swore he looked past due with child. His whole body had gotten plump and full, but his massive tits truly stole the show, each the size of a volleyball, nipples enormous. His nipples were also weirdly long, resembling teats, and were constantly leaking. Even then, as Oliver stood in the kitchen, gorging and chugging, his nipples were leaking enough fluid to soak through his shirt, milk spilling on the floor. Oliver had even nursed from himself a time or two, yet there was a strange satisfaction of being full to the brim, breasts round and tight, full to bursting. He finished off the gallon and lowered the empty container to the counter, breathing heavily as he wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. As he shifted, his huge ass quaked behind him. He looked as though he had stuffed a pair of basketballs in the back of his pants.
Oliver settled his hands against his belly. “You like that, babies?”
He’d had more changes in recent weeks. The other day, he had awoken to find a pair of cow-horns protruding at the top of his head. In addition to that, he now had a cow-tail swishing above his ass. It was weird, but he was fond of all his changes.
Alex groaned from his spot on the couch. He had been doing that a lot today. His belly was massive, practically taking over his body. It filled his lap while spilling over in every direction, and shoving his EE-cup breasts higher, towards his chin. Alex’s breasts and ass were big, but not nearly as impressive as Oliver’s. Though Alex’s belly was truly outrageous. He could hardly move anymore, and certainly not on his own.
But that didn’t seem to be what was bothering him today. Alex squirmed and arched, his face twisting. His nipples looked particularly distended—swollen, but still proportionate to his breasts. Alex gave a grunt, then Oliver saw two patches of moisture blossom against his shirt.
Oliver snorted in amusement. “First time?” he said as he waddled over.
Alex was panting. The black patch of color that had developed around his left eye was kind of cute. He’d also sprung up a pair of cow ears out of nowhere, which often twitched atop his head. Alex threw Oliver a weary smile, Alex’s hands continuing to idly massage his immense belly.
Oliver eased himself down on the couch beside him. There wasn’t much space left between the two of them. “Try mine,” Oliver suggested as he tugged up his shirt, which only pulled down as far as his chest anyway.
Alex raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Mmmm…” Oliver hummed his assent. He lifted his huge, hot breast, that ached delightfully from sheer fullness.
Alex leaned in. He cupped the mound with shaking fingers, and closed his lips around the teat. As he sucked, Oliver’s eyes went wide, breath catching in his throat. He groaned and pulled Alex closer as Alex hummed in pleasure. Both simultaneously wondered why they hadn’t started doing this a long time ago.
The End
