Getting Spiteful (4 Parts)

Note: This is a story-prompt for dunnololz.

A spin-off of Getting the Grade.

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1.

“Nnnghhh…godd…” Jack groaned as he rubbed his hands into his hugely swollen midsection, the tension unrelenting. Gripping the dresser, he arched his back, thrusting his massive belly even farther outward as he groaned, his body burning and his skin sleek with sweat. “Fuhhhhh…” he moaned.

Several minutes and a clumsy phone call later, Karen had arrived. She helped Jack to his bed where he sat on the edge, his huge mound sinking against his lap. He huffed and puffed like he was doing lamaze as his hands continued to rub desperately against his orb. “I —” he gasped out, red, terrified, and mortified. “I think I’m —”

“It’s not labor,” Karen remarked, her stethoscope pressed against the front of his huge swell. “I think you just had little growth spurt,” she added, throwing Jack a smile.

“Coupled with anxiety,” piped in Dean beside her, “it can certainly seem like labor. Throw in a braxton hicks or two. At your size and stage, it’s easy to mistake these things for labor.”

“Goddddd…” Jack groaned, arching as his belly gave another rumble. This was supposed to be normal!? “What…the fuck…”

Karen arranged a pile of pillows by the headboard and helped him ease back against them, so he was sprawled across the bed. “Just rest up, Jackie. You know all this stress isn’t good for the babies.”

Jack did feel drowsy. He tried to relax and sink deeper into the pillows, stiffening only occasionally when his belly was shot with an arbitrary pulse of tension. Then there were the lurching movements that filled his insides. He didn’t know how he could be expected to relax when he felt stuffed to capacity and things were moving inside of him.

“We’re gonna check your vitals one more time before we go. But try to get some sleep.” Karen’s voice sounded far away now.

Jack’s eyelids grew heavy, and his belly even started to settle down a bit. Despite it, there were anxieties. When was he going to give birth? What would it be like? Would his body go back to normal? Was his dick going to grow back?

And how was he going to continue to keep his secret? When Fred got back to the dorm, he would undoubtedly see what Jack had become. Jack was hardly Jack anymore. He was practically — a woman! Jack cringed at the thought. These anxieties oscillated in his head with his drowsiness. Just as Jack finally started to fall into a fitful doze, he could hear quiet discussion outside the bedroom door.

“The babies still aren’t ready,” Karen murmured. “He should have gone into labor days ago.”

“Well at least he’s back and we can keep an eye on things,” Dean responded just as lowly. “It would’ve been a disaster if it happened abroad.”

“We still need to step things up,” Karen said. “The grant money runs out at the end of the month and Jack needs to give birth by then.”

“So we step up the pressure?”

“Literally. We need to get those babies moving,” Karen responded. “I know this is all still so new, but Jack has a fully functional female reproductive system. He should be entirely capable of giving birth. We need to keep adding stress and weight to his uterus. Get it to start contracting.”

The world darkened. Jack finally passed out.

-

Jack woke up to unbearable pressure. He felt as though he was suffocating. He gasped and struggled, using all his strength to shift onto his side. Then he just breathed, his breasts heaving up and down.

It was early morning. Jack could see the dim streams of sunrise peeking in through the blinds. The room was quiet. Karen and Dean were gone.

He slowly, progressively, shifted himself towards the edge of the bed, the darkness outside progressively petering away as he finally got himself upright.

By then it was bright enough that Jack could see the fresh IV line going into his arm, pumping that nutritional sludge into his veins. He cursed as he hastily took it out, flinging it aside, then, with trepidation, he looked down at himself.

Another cursed puffed out of his throat. His belly was just massive, wider than his torso as it squashed against his lap. It was bigger than a beach ball, filled with lurching movements on all sides. He had only gotten bigger since he’d fallen asleep. His belly must have grown by inches, at least. “Karen…” he growled under his breath.

“’the fuck man.”

Jack startled and looked up to see that Fred had awoken on the bed across from his. The other college student was gawking at Jack in utter shock.

Jack’s face reddened, and he found himself speechless, not knowing what to say; how to explain any of this. Fred was staring at Jack's massive belly, unbelievably curvy hips, and the round honeydew-sized jugs on Jack’s chest, shelved there so high in his position, they often squashed against Jack’s chin.

“Christ Jack, is that you!?” said Fred.

2.

Jack couldn’t deal with this. Not now. It was all just too much! “It’s — it’s a costume, bro,” he claimed, flustered and sweaty, breathing heavily.

“Dude, that doesn’t look like a costume,” Fred responded, still gawking at Jack’s swollen form. “Am I tripping right now? What the hell is going on?”

“Man, it’s a long story,” Jack said, feeling himself getting emotional. He swallowed thickly. Fucking hormones.

Maybe it was fortunate that his belly decided, at that moment, to give a powerful rumble. He groaned, clutching it. “God, I’m hungry.”

“Jack…” Fred said, looking daunted by Jack’s quavering swell.

But Jack could hardly listen. All he knew was that he needed food. He took hold of his nightstand and struggled to get up, but then wet heat blossomed at his chest. He moaned as his skin prickled, breasts growing hotter and heavier, swelling as he cupped them with trembling fingers. “Nngghhhhh….”

“I – I just can’t –” Fred stammered, before taking a run for it, still in his pajamas.

In the meantime, Jack’s breasts were growing rapidly, surging forward, heaving towards his chin as he arched and groaned. Both his nipples started squirting as he squirmed helplessly. “Guhhhhh…” Somehow through his disoriented state, he managed to get hold of one of the nursing bras he had ordered previously. It was a tight fit, but made do, and had plenty of padded inserts to soak up the milk.

Yet he could feel the bra steadily tightening around him, his breast flesh overflowing it uncomfortably. This was just too much, it was too stressful! Jack needed something to distract himself.

His belly rumbled again.

-

Jack found himself at the local buffet stress-eating the afternoon away.

He tried to dress as discreetly as he could, but nothing could hide his enormous belly, huge breasts, round ass, and overall voluptuous body. So he shed the massive, baggy overcoat, because he was sweltering hot at any given moment, the babies rumbling inside of him.

He was left in a huge custom-made T-shirt he had ordered online only a couple days ago. At first it had fit comfortably, but now it was skin tight on him. It was paired with some shorts that were shoved low by his huge swell. When he eased his fat backside down in a chair, the coverage was even worse.

His belly sat heavily on his lap while pressing into the edge of the table, separating him from it a good deal. Nevertheless, Jack was able to reach far enough to grab pieces of food. He stuffed his face, eating voraciously, moaning as his belly nudged harder into the table. It was the lunch hour, and thankfully it wasn’t too busy. The few customers who were present did stare, while the servers dutifully delivered one dish after the next, seeming both intrigued and alarmed by his relentless appetite.

While Jack was eating, there was no room for stress about his surging, seeping breasts and his overloaded belly. There was just delicious, numbing food, filling him tight. He forgot the rest.

-

Soon Jack’s shirts were all stretched taut and riding up his swollen abdomen while revealing inches of the flesh beneath. When he wasn’t devouring food, he was groaning, gasping, and rubbing his greasy hands into his belly. His life revolved around these demanding babies, and he was helpless but to indulge them.

The buffet became his new regular spot. He would go every afternoon and the staff eagerly served their best, and monstrously pregnant patron, his usual—that being lots of everything on the menu. They always had his table ready for him.

“Mmmghhhh…” Jack moaned that day. He had just finished gobbling down a ten-pound meatloaf with his bare hands. He leaned back for a moment to catch his breath, groaning as his belly gurgled. By then his breasts had gotten so huge, shelved there on his belly, that they were squashing into his chin any time he was seated.

Even though he was positively stuffed, Jack still reached out to grab some egg rolls with both hands. He started to stuff them into his mouth whole, chewing greedily as his cheeks bulged. He moaned in pain and pleasure, skin hot and throbbing, belly feeling ready to burst.

“How are you doing, Jackie?” asked Megan, the waitress who was often assigned to Jack’s table.

Though he had introduced himself as “Jack,” she called him Jackie. He couldn’t really blame her. She thought he was a woman, and he practically was one by then. Megan thought him to be a single mother, as he always came to the restaurant by himself. Jack had never bothered to correct her.

It was actually kind of nice, how attentive and kind she was, always patting his arm, bringing him extras, and acting affectionate towards him. She added to his short reprieve from reality.

“A-alright,” Jack responded breathlessly. “Tired.”

“That comes with the territory,” Megan said with a knowing smile. “All finished up? Why don’t I bring you a big bowl of ice cream?”

Jack barely covered his belch in time. The thought of trying to force down ice cream on top of everything else made him wince. Yet his belly betrayed him, grumbling enthusiastically, the way it always did at the promise of food. Jack groaned, clutching it.

Megan gave a giggle. “It’ll be right out.” She headed back to the kitchen as Jack wearily rubbed his swell.

3.

“You know, I’m having a little party this evening,” Megan mentioned. “You should come.”

Jack had just finished his gigantic bowl of ice cream, his body tense and heaving, breasts wiggling with his heavy breathing. He was flustered and a little disoriented. “P-party?” As awkward as he felt in his body, he couldn’t help thinking about how long it had been since he had actually socialized. His trip abroad had been nice, but lately, with all his growth and reclusiveness, he had been feeling terribly lonely.

“Well, just consider it,” Megan said when Jack did not respond. “I think you’d like it. It’s at 6 PM. Here’s the address.” She scribbled something onto a napkin then handed it to him.

“Thanks…” said Jack, uncertain. The location wasn’t far from his dorm address. A glance at the clock had him quietly cursing. “Sorry, can I have the check?” he managed. He was late for an appointment with Karen.

After paying his bill, Jack hurried off for his checkup. He was sweating and breathless, his belly gurgling and giving those frightening, erratic tremors. He groaned and fidgeted on the medical bed as Karen dutifully checked his vitals then wrapped her measuring tape around all parts of his body, from his mountainous belly to his volleyball-sized breasts.

She made him get up again and stand on the scale. Not a regular scale, but a broad, industrial one. Jack couldn’t even see the numbers past his huge, protruding swell, but he honestly didn’t want to know what his weight was by then.

Finally, Karen sat him down and connected him to some breast pumps.

“Wow, your milk production is off the charts,” she remarked as she marveled at the two-liter bottle being rapidly filled. Even though his breasts were being pumped, they did not feel or look as though they were getting any smaller. Jack groaned as Karen detached the suction, causing his right nipple to squirt milk into her chest. She dismissed it as she replaced the now-filled milk bottle with a fresh one, and the pumping resumed. “How are you feeling?”

Jack just groaned.

As Karen looked at her charts, her excitement slowly fell away. “Everything looks good but…have you had any unusual sensations? Tightness or spasms? Anything that might be a contraction?” She looked worried, and Jack could tell that she was thinking about the deadline.

“No,” he responded, pleased by the crestfallen expression on Karen’s face. Despite how uncomfortable as he, he was secretly hoping to surpass the deadline. He could make this whole project a waste. Karen would even lose her funding and her achievements would be rendered meaningless. Likely, she would never again get the opportunity to impregnante another unsuspecting guy for her studies.

Jack grunted as his belly gave another forceful rumble. He just had to hold on…hold on till the end of the month.

“Why haven’t you been wearing the maternity clothes I ordered for you?” Karen changed the subject. “You look so sloppy, Jack. It’s really past time for you to embrace your new figure.”

Jack covered a belch, his body still struggling to digest his recent, heavy food binge. “Yeah…” He managed, leaning back on his elbows on the medical bed, his belly practically pinning him down. “I guess…I will…” He had been resisting it for a while, but he might as well. Whether or not he dressed in his old clothing didn’t change the fact that he was a woman now. “Actually, there was this party someone mentioned…” He absently dug the rumpled napkin out of his pocket, again looking down at the address.

Karen’s eyebrows rose. “Party?” She was putting on some latex gloves. “Jack, I have another prenatal vitamin shot for you. Quick and easy.” She pulled out a syringe.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I could actually…” The needle when into his shoulder.

Jack suddenly felt drowsy. He felt himself sinking, dropping against the pillows beneath him. “Whass going on…” A heavy fog fell over him. Was he fainting? That vitamin shot...was it a sedative?

“There you go, have a nice rest,” said Karen as the world faded. “I’ll take care of everything.”

-

When Jack woke up, he felt heavy and cramped. He opened his eyes to find himself in a dark, tight space. Slowly, he registered that he was sprawled in the back of a car.

“Upsy daisy.” Karen appeared, taking his hands. Jack grunted as, together, they hauled him upright. He gasped for breath, his huge belly puffing out and in. It outspanned his waist, wider than the rest of him. It was like a boulder, just so huge and heavy.

“Where are we?” he asked groggily, looking at the large house that they were parked outside of. As Jack appraised himself, he realized that he was dressed up. He was wearing a fancy maternity dress, the fabric fitted to his form.

“We’re at the party,” Karen informed him, smirking. It only took a moment for Jack to realize what she was doing. Karen hoped that the combined stress and discomfort of the party would just make him pop.

“Oh, you made it!” someone called from the lawn. Adorning an elegant strapless dress, Megan hurried over to embrace him. “Well come on in. We were just getting started.”

Dazedly, Jack allowed Megan to usher him inside.

4.

"I'm so glad you came,” said Megan.

Jack couldn’t help noticing how gorgeous she looked, with her shining pink lips, thick eyelashes, and her hair let down to flow down along her shoulders. She looked so different from the kind waitress who served him at the buffet.

“I admit, I would’ve been really disappointed if you hadn’t shown up,” she continued softly.

The house was large and surprisingly upscale for someone of her salary. Maybe she had inherited some wealth. Jack admittedly felt out of place in the sumptuous environment.

“Hors d’oeuvre?”

Jack startled a little when a waiter appeared carrying a platter of some fancy appetizer.

“Oh, s-sure,” he stammered, grabbing up a handful and stuffing them down without ceremony. Megan giggled at him as he went for more.

“Someone’s baby is hungry,” she teased.

Jack coughed a bit and tried to smile between mouthfuls.

He could feel the stares drilling holes in his back, everyone intrigued by this hugely pregnant guest. Jack honestly felt like a whale. His back was straining and he was breathless just from standing there. But he had to admit that it was nice to be somewhere social, not just eating alone, or lying around in his dorm with his babies hammering away at his insides, demanding to be born. This was, maybe, preferable. This house. Megan’s company.

“Are you having a good time, Jackie?” she asked him sweetly as she reached out, wiping a crumb his cheek.

Jack gulped. “Yes.” It was true. This was the most he had enjoyed himself in a while, awkwardness aside.

The stares persisted. He just stuck out so much and he didn’t belong. “Oh!” His abdomen clenched, causing him to hunch slightly, clutching at the huge, swollen orb. Was that a contraction? Shit, the stress was really getting to him.

“You okay?” Megan asked in concern.

“Yeah…f-fine,” Jack managed, even though he wasn’t too sure about that. He rubbed his hands along what he could reach of his massive belly. It heaved out and in, out and in, with his heavy breathing. God, it was bigger than beach ball. Just huge.

“Here Jackie, have some water.” Megan offered him a glass.

As Jack stepped forward to accept it, his belly bumped into her. Megan gave a surprise laugh. Jack offered a pained look. His belly outspanned his arms!

Rather than being repulsed by how outrageously gigantic he truly was, Megan smiled, leaning in, allowing his packed body to press snugly into her. She wasn’t at all mindful of the way people goggled all around them. She gently handed him the glass. “There you go.” God, Megan made everything better. Jack started to relax again. “Oh!” Megan said, her face lighting up. “A kick!”

Jack and Megan spent most of the night together, chattering away, forgetting about all the people around them. Sometimes Jack felt little jolts of tightness, but he kept eating as a way of comforting himself, taking his mind off things, and keeping himself from just popping. He kept close to the snack table, continuously stuffing handfuls of fancy cuisine into his mouth. And he summoned waiters at every opportunity. They all came bearing new and intriguing snacks for him to devour.

The party was winding down and Megan had not left his side, not once.

Now she pulled him along, showing him different parts of the house. Jack managed to keep up at a breathless waddle, cupping his lower belly, which felt about ready to burst. He was so heavy and exhausted, yet he didn’t want this night to end. He was just enjoying it too much.

His dress was hugging into him. He wasn’t sure if it had been this tight at the start of the party. It was a low-cut strapless thing, cleavage puffing over the neckline. He must have looked absolutely ridiculous, so round and voluptuous, so busty and hugely pregnant.

He found himself in a broad corridor decorated with gorgeous paintings. He realized that he had been guided away from the party, and was now alone with Megan, in this private little corner.

He felt so full and heavy, so tight and exhausted. He was flushed and sweaty, belly heaving and aching, just straining with tension, and growth, and babies. God, the dress felt close to tearing right apart.

And yet he was having the night of his life. He strained to smile, then Megan closed in, laying her hands on his tremendous, heaving swell.

“God Jackie, do you have any idea how attractive you are like this?”

“R-really?” said Jack.

Then she closed in, pressing closer, until his belly was squashed between them. It was awkward, yet ludicrously wonderful to feel her lips pressing against his, his eyelids dropping, as her hands idly explored his swell.