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Summary: Ryan visits his pregnant aunt to help out on her farm, but soon experiences uncomfortable developments and a more sinister plot. Contains: Male: breast expansion, lactation.

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Opening his door just a crack, Ryan paused, furrowing his brows. Annoyed that his breasts were impeding him by putting an unwanted distance between his body and the door, he pressed them against it and did his best to peer into the hallway. He heard his aunt begin to bound up the stairs before spotting her enter the second floor landing. "Ryan!" she cried, approaching.

Ryan forced a smile. "Hey..." he said, not opening the door any further.

"What are you doing in there?" said his aunt, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm just...not feeling well," Ryan lied awkwardly.

He watched his aunt's eyes fill with concern. She began to approach his door...with a noticeable waddle. It was only then that Ryan looked down, and noticed her gravid abdomen. His eyes widened. She looked as though she could have been overdue with triplets.

"Really, I'm fine aunt Gina. I'm gonna turn in early. Goodnight," said Ryan, quickly snapping the door shut.

Heaving a sigh, he leaded against his closed bedroom door. He couldn't hide from her forever. What was he going to do? Tell her the truth? Show it to her? Set himself on fire? The latter option felt incredibly appealing at that moment, especially since he suspected he could no longer fit out the bedroom window. Even if he could, he didn't think his aunt's gutters would be able to support his weight during a climb to the ground. And hypothetically speaking, if he did accomplish these things, then where to next? The circus?

The fact that he was actually deliberating all this scared him to death.

Really – what the hell was he going to do?

Teeth grit in his anxiety, Ryan grabbed a wifebeater off his dresser and pulled it on, struggling to force it over his massive mounds, but the moment he finally succeeded, it tore right down the middle, unwilling to accommodate his girth. Hissing a curse, Ryan managed to pull on a tanktop instead, stretched taut against the globes and threatening to spill out of it in the meantime. His cleavage was flushed, sweaty, flawless.

And none of it made any sense.

Tense in frustration, Ryan climbed into his bed and curled up, his body nuzzling his bloated bosom. He somehow managed to drift off for a couple of hours, at least until he was awoken by a presence in the room.

Groggily, he recognized the figure hovering over him as aunt Gina, if just because of her boulder-sized belly. Unfortunately his benumbed mind didn't register the ramifications of this until a moment later. "What are you doing in here?" said Ryan, gasping awake.

"Oh come now, Ryan. You can show me."

His aunt was suddenly beside him, eying the miniature mountains tucked beneath his blankets. Ryan felt himself go cold. "What-? Errgh, I'm trying to sleep!" He unconsciously clutched his mounds under the sheets, feeling himself shake in panic. It was dark in the room. Maybe she wouldn't notice.

"No need to be shy about it," said Gina. "We all go through changes."

What? She knew-? No way she knew! "What are you talking about-?" He gasped as Gina ripped the sheets off him, leaving his massive breasts on display, still crammed uncomfortably in his shrinking tanktop. The thing was stretched to its seams, a tear developing beneath his cleavage.

Ryan flushed deeply as Gina reached down and extended the tear, until both of his breasts plopped out into open air, the tanktop rendered impotent. Ryan gasped for breath, his mounds heaving and face burning. He stared into his aunt's pleased eyes. "You-!"

Ryan was cut off when Gina pinched both of his nipples tightly in her fists, rolling them between her fingers. He yelped in pain, but she didn't release them, and he could do little more than cry out, cupping the undersides of his breasts, and feeling that strange sensation of pressure within them, building, until he could take no more. He could physically feel and see his breasts expanding. Ryan moaned in agony.

Gina finally released his nipples, but little good this did. Ryan's breasts continued to get tighter and tighter, sinking, then bobbing, hot, flushed, full. He was sure they would explode. "No...nnngh..."

He yelped as his nipples puckered outwards, and twin streams of milk burst out of them. He could only gasp for breath as the fluid poured into his lap and pooled on his sheets, spraying with enough momentum to splatter Gina. "What are you doing to me?" Ryan cried, trying his best to grasp his nipples. Between the discomfort and the pleasure, he'd had an accident in his shorts.

"Well what do you think those things are for, dear?" Gina responded cheerfully.

Ryan watched her gingerly stand and walk to the door, holding her large belly lovingly. "I'll be back tomorrow to help you with some - exercises," she grinned. "We must make sure you're nice and ample when my babies arrive."

Ryan watched her exit the room and heard a lock turn following her exit.

Following her leave, he struggled to a sitting position. "Eugh." His breasts had become large enough to hover just over his lap when he was sitting up. Still round and fat as ever, jiggled precariously, threatening to spill away from him and throw him off balance. His back and shoulders ached as they fought to keep him upright. His nipples continued to not seep, but spray thick torrents of milk, and it was as painful as it was arousing. Clutching the mounds as best and as carefully as he could, Ryan climbed to his feet and staggered to the door. He had to turn sideways just to reach the knob, and his suspicions were confirmed. It was locked.

Struggling to straighten while hugging the sides of the globes on his chest, he wobbled to the window, and only then noticed that it was nailed shut. He slowly came to realize that Gina wasn't his aunt, but his abductor.

Holding the wall, Ryan moved to the bathroom adjoining his room and took minutes to find a way to navigate himself through the doorway. Once inside, he hunched over the sink to catch some of the milk flow. He was soaking wet, regardless. Splattered milk covered the walls and floor. He groaned as the counter took some weight off his back, and then stared down at himself.

He could no longer see the latter half of his body. Here he was a lactating, fucking, man. Fuck.

How had he gotten into such a mess?

That evening, the lactation never subsided, but the momentum did lessen, until milk was back to lazily oozing from his pulsating nipples. Most of his night was spent reclined on a collection of pillows, moaning in discomfort, and tense in apprehension of what was to come. Regardless of it all, he found his body was still painfully aroused. He barely caught an hour of sleep.

What was going to happen to him?

When the sun rose in the morning, his mounds had predictably expanded, leaving him trying to breathe, in and out, as he dealt with the pressure on his lungs. There was no longer any space on his chest, and the mounds simply grew forwards and outwards, overlapping his arms, and drooping only the slightest. Struggling to move, he couldn't help fantasizing about the mounds swallowing him whole. Then it would be over. He groaned as his breasts trembled forebodingly.

Ryan looked up when there was a knock on his door. His "aunt" entered the room, seeming pleased with the sight of him. The woman was completely insane. He would have attempted to get passed her, but her belly looked even larger today. He couldn't fathom how she'd anchored it through the doorframe, and he didn't have the heart to hit a pregnant woman.

Besides, he suspected that even if he could make it to the door, he wouldn't fit through it, let alone make it off the farm.

Her pleased smile transforming into a wicked grin, Gina approached. What was that in her arms?

"Stay away from me," said Ryan, impotently trying to back away from her. His breasts seemed to tighten despite him, his nipples puffing out, keen.

Taking advantage of his discomposure, Gina easily cornered him, pushing him down and pinning his legs with her massive belly. She fitted the device to his breasts.

Extra, extra large cattle pumps.

They could barely cover his areola, but they functioned nonetheless. Soon enough, it would become another part of his daily – sometimes hourly routine.

He yelled, and protested, and groaned throughout the ordeal, milk pumping out of him, and yet with each pump, the pressure seemed to grow and grow, his breasts simply tightening. He felt, indeed, like a cow, or maybe like a beached whale, where he was perched heavily on his mattress.

He couldn't do much but grunt and whimper, until he didn't know how much time had passed, and the cups fell off him, his breasts too large for any hope of their accommodation.

Gina's heavy weight was lifted from his legs, and she stared thoughtfully down at his mounds as they feebly wobbled. "Well, that'll be enough for today," she said.

Soon his breasts got fat enough to plop down in his lap. He tried his best to clutch them any of the times he attempted to stand. Sometimes Gina humored him with large t-shirts, but all they really covered was his collarbone, his breasts jutting out beneath the taut hem. She seemed amused nonetheless, and he could only pant, and concentrate on getting through his latest session of milking.

Gina came back when each of the sessions were over, lotioning his mounds to maximize elasticity, she said, but it mostly seemed to just stimulate them further. In the evenings when he was free to sleep, shifting onto his pillows was another trial. He'd feel hot, and sweaty, full to the brim despite everything that had transpired. The pressure perpetually mounted in his breasts, but he'd try his best not to release it, shifting inch by inch toward a more comfortable position. Of course, he consistently failed, and the dam broke, milk spurting out from both his nipples. He suspected his aunt was pleased by the agonized groans coming from his room. He wasn't getting any sleep, and the daytime milkings had become a barely-conscious ritual.

Seeking out more room to expand as his lap impeded them, the mounds fattened and fattened toward his collarbone and chin. They had practically become creatures in themselves, keen to be milked, and to grow. They oozed unattractively; spitting, spewing, belching white bubbles.

Soon he could rarely sit upright anymore, and didn't want to for that matter. He remained sprawled on his bed, perched awkwardly on his breasts, which had quickly expanded to the size of beach balls. He groaned uncomfortably, but tried his best to keep still. His nipples sprayed milk perpetually, and especially large and painful torrents when he shifted, or gasped, or when Gina entered the room.

"Eugh."

He watched the hugely pregnant woman waddle over for his latest milking session. She was determined to keep him nice and "supple" for her evil litter. She looked as though she was overdue with octuplets by then. The doorframe had been widened for her one night when he was asleep or delirious, but he couldn't have cared less. He didn't want to think about who else was involved in the madness.

Just as Gina reached him she paused to gasp before hunching over to clutch her belly.

Alas, labor.

The End

Description
Summary: Ryan visits his pregnant aunt to help out on her farm, but soon experiences uncomfortable developments and a more sinister plot. Contains: Male: breast expansion, lactation.

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Opening his door just a crack, Ryan paused, furrowing his brows. Annoyed that his breasts were impeding him by putting an unwanted distance between his body and the door, he pressed them against it and did his best to peer into the hallway. He heard his aunt begin to bound up the stairs before spotting her enter the second floor landing. "Ryan!" she cried, approaching.

Ryan forced a smile. "Hey..." he said, not opening the door any further.

"What are you doing in there?" said his aunt, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm just...not feeling well," Ryan lied awkwardly.

He watched his aunt's eyes fill with concern. She began to approach his door...with a noticeable waddle. It was only then that Ryan looked down, and noticed her gravid abdomen. His eyes widened. She looked as though she could have been overdue with triplets.

"Really, I'm fine aunt Gina. I'm gonna turn in early. Goodnight," said Ryan, quickly snapping the door shut.

Heaving a sigh, he leaded against his closed bedroom door. He couldn't hide from her forever. What was he going to do? Tell her the truth? Show it to her? Set himself on fire? The latter option felt incredibly appealing at that moment, especially since he suspected he could no longer fit out the bedroom window. Even if he could, he didn't think his aunt's gutters would be able to support his weight during a climb to the ground. And hypothetically speaking, if he did accomplish these things, then where to next? The circus?

The fact that he was actually deliberating all this scared him to death.

Really – what the hell was he going to do?

Teeth grit in his anxiety, Ryan grabbed a wifebeater off his dresser and pulled it on, struggling to force it over his massive mounds, but the moment he finally succeeded, it tore right down the middle, unwilling to accommodate his girth. Hissing a curse, Ryan managed to pull on a tanktop instead, stretched taut against the globes and threatening to spill out of it in the meantime. His cleavage was flushed, sweaty, flawless.

And none of it made any sense.

Tense in frustration, Ryan climbed into his bed and curled up, his body nuzzling his bloated bosom. He somehow managed to drift off for a couple of hours, at least until he was awoken by a presence in the room.

Groggily, he recognized the figure hovering over him as aunt Gina, if just because of her boulder-sized belly. Unfortunately his benumbed mind didn't register the ramifications of this until a moment later. "What are you doing in here?" said Ryan, gasping awake.

"Oh come now, Ryan. You can show me."

His aunt was suddenly beside him, eying the miniature mountains tucked beneath his blankets. Ryan felt himself go cold. "What-? Errgh, I'm trying to sleep!" He unconsciously clutched his mounds under the sheets, feeling himself shake in panic. It was dark in the room. Maybe she wouldn't notice.

"No need to be shy about it," said Gina. "We all go through changes."

What? She knew-? No way she knew! "What are you talking about-?" He gasped as Gina ripped the sheets off him, leaving his massive breasts on display, still crammed uncomfortably in his shrinking tanktop. The thing was stretched to its seams, a tear developing beneath his cleavage.

Ryan flushed deeply as Gina reached down and extended the tear, until both of his breasts plopped out into open air, the tanktop rendered impotent. Ryan gasped for breath, his mounds heaving and face burning. He stared into his aunt's pleased eyes. "You-!"

Ryan was cut off when Gina pinched both of his nipples tightly in her fists, rolling them between her fingers. He yelped in pain, but she didn't release them, and he could do little more than cry out, cupping the undersides of his breasts, and feeling that strange sensation of pressure within them, building, until he could take no more. He could physically feel and see his breasts expanding. Ryan moaned in agony.

Gina finally released his nipples, but little good this did. Ryan's breasts continued to get tighter and tighter, sinking, then bobbing, hot, flushed, full. He was sure they would explode. "No...nnngh..."

He yelped as his nipples puckered outwards, and twin streams of milk burst out of them. He could only gasp for breath as the fluid poured into his lap and pooled on his sheets, spraying with enough momentum to splatter Gina. "What are you doing to me?" Ryan cried, trying his best to grasp his nipples. Between the discomfort and the pleasure, he'd had an accident in his shorts.

"Well what do you think those things are for, dear?" Gina responded cheerfully.

Ryan watched her gingerly stand and walk to the door, holding her large belly lovingly. "I'll be back tomorrow to help you with some - exercises," she grinned. "We must make sure you're nice and ample when my babies arrive."

Ryan watched her exit the room and heard a lock turn following her exit.

Following her leave, he struggled to a sitting position. "Eugh." His breasts had become large enough to hover just over his lap when he was sitting up. Still round and fat as ever, jiggled precariously, threatening to spill away from him and throw him off balance. His back and shoulders ached as they fought to keep him upright. His nipples continued to not seep, but spray thick torrents of milk, and it was as painful as it was arousing. Clutching the mounds as best and as carefully as he could, Ryan climbed to his feet and staggered to the door. He had to turn sideways just to reach the knob, and his suspicions were confirmed. It was locked.

Struggling to straighten while hugging the sides of the globes on his chest, he wobbled to the window, and only then noticed that it was nailed shut. He slowly came to realize that Gina wasn't his aunt, but his abductor.

Holding the wall, Ryan moved to the bathroom adjoining his room and took minutes to find a way to navigate himself through the doorway. Once inside, he hunched over the sink to catch some of the milk flow. He was soaking wet, regardless. Splattered milk covered the walls and floor. He groaned as the counter took some weight off his back, and then stared down at himself.

He could no longer see the latter half of his body. Here he was a lactating, fucking, man. Fuck.

How had he gotten into such a mess?

That evening, the lactation never subsided, but the momentum did lessen, until milk was back to lazily oozing from his pulsating nipples. Most of his night was spent reclined on a collection of pillows, moaning in discomfort, and tense in apprehension of what was to come. Regardless of it all, he found his body was still painfully aroused. He barely caught an hour of sleep.

What was going to happen to him?

When the sun rose in the morning, his mounds had predictably expanded, leaving him trying to breathe, in and out, as he dealt with the pressure on his lungs. There was no longer any space on his chest, and the mounds simply grew forwards and outwards, overlapping his arms, and drooping only the slightest. Struggling to move, he couldn't help fantasizing about the mounds swallowing him whole. Then it would be over. He groaned as his breasts trembled forebodingly.

Ryan looked up when there was a knock on his door. His "aunt" entered the room, seeming pleased with the sight of him. The woman was completely insane. He would have attempted to get passed her, but her belly looked even larger today. He couldn't fathom how she'd anchored it through the doorframe, and he didn't have the heart to hit a pregnant woman.

Besides, he suspected that even if he could make it to the door, he wouldn't fit through it, let alone make it off the farm.

Her pleased smile transforming into a wicked grin, Gina approached. What was that in her arms?

"Stay away from me," said Ryan, impotently trying to back away from her. His breasts seemed to tighten despite him, his nipples puffing out, keen.

Taking advantage of his discomposure, Gina easily cornered him, pushing him down and pinning his legs with her massive belly. She fitted the device to his breasts.

Extra, extra large cattle pumps.

They could barely cover his areola, but they functioned nonetheless. Soon enough, it would become another part of his daily – sometimes hourly routine.

He yelled, and protested, and groaned throughout the ordeal, milk pumping out of him, and yet with each pump, the pressure seemed to grow and grow, his breasts simply tightening. He felt, indeed, like a cow, or maybe like a beached whale, where he was perched heavily on his mattress.

He couldn't do much but grunt and whimper, until he didn't know how much time had passed, and the cups fell off him, his breasts too large for any hope of their accommodation.

Gina's heavy weight was lifted from his legs, and she stared thoughtfully down at his mounds as they feebly wobbled. "Well, that'll be enough for today," she said.

Soon his breasts got fat enough to plop down in his lap. He tried his best to clutch them any of the times he attempted to stand. Sometimes Gina humored him with large t-shirts, but all they really covered was his collarbone, his breasts jutting out beneath the taut hem. She seemed amused nonetheless, and he could only pant, and concentrate on getting through his latest session of milking.

Gina came back when each of the sessions were over, lotioning his mounds to maximize elasticity, she said, but it mostly seemed to just stimulate them further. In the evenings when he was free to sleep, shifting onto his pillows was another trial. He'd feel hot, and sweaty, full to the brim despite everything that had transpired. The pressure perpetually mounted in his breasts, but he'd try his best not to release it, shifting inch by inch toward a more comfortable position. Of course, he consistently failed, and the dam broke, milk spurting out from both his nipples. He suspected his aunt was pleased by the agonized groans coming from his room. He wasn't getting any sleep, and the daytime milkings had become a barely-conscious ritual.

Seeking out more room to expand as his lap impeded them, the mounds fattened and fattened toward his collarbone and chin. They had practically become creatures in themselves, keen to be milked, and to grow. They oozed unattractively; spitting, spewing, belching white bubbles.

Soon he could rarely sit upright anymore, and didn't want to for that matter. He remained sprawled on his bed, perched awkwardly on his breasts, which had quickly expanded to the size of beach balls. He groaned uncomfortably, but tried his best to keep still. His nipples sprayed milk perpetually, and especially large and painful torrents when he shifted, or gasped, or when Gina entered the room.

"Eugh."

He watched the hugely pregnant woman waddle over for his latest milking session. She was determined to keep him nice and "supple" for her evil litter. She looked as though she was overdue with octuplets by then. The doorframe had been widened for her one night when he was asleep or delirious, but he couldn't have cared less. He didn't want to think about who else was involved in the madness.

Just as Gina reached him she paused to gasp before hunching over to clutch her belly.

Alas, labor.

The End