Shop (3 Parts)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Fox Face. The story is an unofficial epilogue for Pet Shop.

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1.

“Like, so here’s the deal,” said the goth—his name was Edgar apparently, because of course goth-boy would have a goth name. His eyes kept trailing Maggie up and down and he seemed quite impressed with his handiwork. “The pregnancies will end after one more year. All of your animal progeny will serve to safeguard nature from poachers, trophy hunters, breeders, and other greedy little pet shop owners like yourself.” He nodded, looking too pleased with himself.

Maggie’s face fell. “Another year?” she said breathlessly. “Are you insane? End it now!” Her fingers twitched to assault him, but if he called the police, she was doubtful of how elegant an escape she could make.

“Sorry lady, it’s your only option. The spell’s already in effect,” he said remorselessly as he smirked.

Maggie was furious, but also dazed, and so very exhausted. “Please,” she pleaded. “I can’t do this for another whole year.” Absently she cupped her stomach as it gave a powerful lurch.

“Out of my hands,” Edgar said as he smoothly stepped back into his apartment and closed the door in her face. Beyond the door, Maggie could hear someone shouting to him that his dinner was getting cold.

Defeated, Maggie left the apartment building. Not wanting to be alone, she drove herself back to Tom’s townhouse. His cheerful spirits helped lift her, if just somewhat. It wasn’t until the following morning that she managed to tell him what had transpired. That she was stuck another whole year like this.

“At least there’s an end game,” Tom consoled, rubbing her back. “Before we were worried this would be indefinite.”

He was right, of course. But then, wasn’t he always?

In the months that followed, Maggie experienced a lot of changes, not only physical ones, but business ones as well. She made the a decision to no longer sell the animals she produced, which resulted in several tense meetings with partners and investors, some of them becoming acrimonious. But she would not be swayed. Something had changed after the birth of the unicorn. She was undergoing something meaningful and magical, and it seemed cheap to use it for personal profits.

The whole debate actually proved a nonissue, being that Maggie’s first birth following her meeting with Edgar proved to be an unsellable creature—a large litter of pangolins. The species was critically endangered and trying to sell them would just draw unwanted attention. Maggie and Tom were both fascinated by them and even entertained the prospect of keeping them, but in the end, quietly surrendered them to an exotic animal sanctuary that agreed to raise them until they were old enough to be released into the wild.

After that, Maggie continued to give birth to rare, endangered, or even extinct animals. There were litters of sunda tigers, atlas bear cubs, dodo eggs, and large puppies that turned out being identified as hokkaido wolves.

But then there were rarer creatures, ones that Maggie wasn’t sure had ever existed, or if she had birthed them into creation. There was the arduous and shocking birth of a hippocampus, scales iridescent under the lights as Simon took it away to provide it with a habitable aquatic environment. There was a large egg that strained her more than any other labor, and even in the days after Maggie had birthed it, it generated so much heat that it burned her fingers if she touched it for more than a moment. There was a sense of wariness but also excitement as she and Tom waited for it to hatch. There was discussion that it might be and actual dragon. Maggie just gulped.

The most stunning birth was the mermaid, and Maggie almost couldn’t release it to Simon, but it wasn’t meant for air. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen, and she spent many of the days that followed at Simon’s aquarium office, studying it in the massive tank he had installed in the back to hold the more unusual things Maggie produced.

Through all the pregnancies and births, Maggie’s body continued to change. She had developed a pair of bovine horns that protruded out of her hair in addition to hooves for legs. She also had a slight snout, a piggish nose, and a thin coating of white fur all over her body.

Maggie sold her shares and handed the business over to Dean and Mindy. The animals she produced were raised by sanctuaries before being released into the wild. When she produced domesticated animals—dogs, cats, and the like—she gave them to trusted friends and business associates who were honored by the rare gifts. They promised to love and cherish the animals, and more importantly, to not ever sell them.

Maggie and Tom moved to a private island he owned in the Pacific islands. It was strange but pleasant not to hide her body anymore. Tom regularly had custom clothes and bathing suits shipped over, and Maggie spent her days on the beach in custom-made bikinis, balancing the ever-increasing weight of her swollen abdomen, as she waited in anticipation for what would be her final birth.

She had become content and complacent, even in the advanced stages of her condition. She tried not to gripe too much. She had little to be angry about. For once in her life, she was actually happy.

Her large mound was perched in the sand, her hooved legs spread as far as they could go to make way for it. Her six breasts were fully engorged, stacked high enough that they pressed against her chin. She took long, deep breaths, watching her bolder of a mound methodically rise and fall.

“Virgin margarita?” Tom appeared in his swim trunks and settled onto the towel beside hers. He passed her a massive glass with the frozen beverage, a thick straw protruding out of it. Swiping some sweat from her brow, Maggie accepted it with a smile.

2.

They must have dozed on the beach, because the sun was low in the sky. Maggie shifted with difficulty. She felt Tom’s hands on her shoulders, supportive as ever. She threw him a smile as he helped her shift into a position that was more comfortable—well, marginally. Lately it was tough to find any position that didn’t make her feel like she was attached to a medicine ball.

Maggie was wearing a custom bikini Tom had gotten her. It had six cups to cradle her six breasts, but she could see that she was already outgrowing it after only two weeks of use, her breast flesh bulging against the tightening material.

She could see Tom gazing thoughtfully at her abdomen. Maggie absently trailed it with her fingers. The animal pregnancies were such a continuous part of her life, it was hard to believe they were almost over.

“You know Maggie…” said Tom, pulling her attention over to him. “I love the way you look. I know that you might not necessarily feel the same way. You might not even believe me when I say this. But I love the fur, the horns, the snout. I love your extra breasts, your nipples, the hooves, even the whiskers—I’m glad you stopped cutting them. Maggie, I love every part of you. I think you look absolutely gorgeous like this.”

Maggie felt heat build in her face. “Why wouldn’t I believe you?” she said breathlessly.

Tom leaned over and kissed her. She felt him gently stroking her hair, and something was just…different about the sensation. “Have you noticed anything new?”

“Hmm?” she hummed contently, allowing Tom to claim her lips in another kiss.

Tom huffed a quiet laugh, leaning to her ear. “Maggie…you have cat ears. They must have sprouted while you were sleeping.”

“You’re kidding?” said Maggie, though it was hardly cause for alarm. She had been undergoing transformations so consistently, cat ears hardly seemed that substantial.

Reaching into the beach bag beside her, she withdrew a compact mirror and held it to her face.

It was true. She had cat ears sprouting right out of her hair. They were large and gray, and even twitched as she stared. She ghosted one carefully with her fingers, and watched it flatten slightly in protest. Maggie shivered. They were sensitive.

“God, you’re amazing,” Tom muttered wistfully as Maggie lowered her compact, and they kissed again. She submerged herself in Tom’s affections, allowing her mind to release all that laid ahead.

That evening, after showering, she and Tom went for a walk on the beach to enjoy the sunset. She was still getting used to her hooves—a fairly recent development—but she was slowly getting comfortable striding upon them. They felt strong. They helped her feel more balanced somewhat—she wasn’t sure how it worked, but she was starting to like them.

She toweled her hair as she waddled slowly alongside Tom, before moving the towel down to wipe at the water coating the vast swell of her abdomen. “The fur takes so long to dry,” she mumbled in annoyance.

Tom just smiled. He always enjoyed watching every little thing she did.

There was a twinge deep in her gut. Maggie stopped walking, and grabbed hold of Tom’s arm as she felt a powerful surge of pressure roll through her belly. She clutched it, reddening, face twisted in discomfort.

“Maggie, what is it?” said Tom, his arms helping to steady her. “Are you going into labor?”

Maggie huffed, clutching herself, her belly throbbing with heat. “Don’t—know,” she managed, just before a new, more powerful, surge of pressure overwhelmed the last one. “Nrggghhh,” she groaned, arching, straining. Tom helped ease her down to her knees. In the meantime, her skin prickled. Before her eyes, the mound shifted and tightened, pushing forward as it simultaneously shuddered to contain it all. “Growth—spurt,” Maggie gasped out, pouring sweat.

“Evidently,” said Tom, comfortingly rubbing the side of the mass.

“Mgghhhh…” Maggie grunted as her mound tightened and pushed out again, making her feel as though it was trying to tear away from her. Her flesh was just so packed and tight. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

There was moisture…fluid, splashing down between her thighs. Maggie gasped for breath. “Think—I t-think—”

“You’re going into labor,” said Tom conclusively.

Maggie weakly nodded. She was absolutely massive. She felt like a small planet. She spread her knees wide, trying to shift the weight of her abdomen to the sand before them.

“Maggie, will you marry me?” Tom blurted.

Maggie stared at him in shock.

“I just—I wanted to ask you before this was all over,” he said, placing his hands over the ones she was using to clutch her stomach. “I wanted you to know that I’m not just in this for the pregnancies. It wasn’t for the business, the money, the rare or magical creatures. Not because I love the way you look when you’re this—this pregnant,” Tom rambled. “I was planning to ask you tomorrow, at sunrise. It was supposed to be romantic—”

“Yes,” Maggie gasped out through another powerful contraction. “Yes, Tom, yes.”

3.

The birth was long, slow, and arduous, but it was almost suiting to be on the beach, in the sand, at sunset together, as she strained, whimpered, and pushed out a multitude of creatures, with Tom at her side, holding her hand. Her belly shuddered and quaked, feet scrambling helplessly as she groaned and strained, struggling against the great mass pinning her there. “T-tom—what are they?” she gasped out.

Tom looked mystified. “They—they’re everything.”

Cats, dogs, various eggs, a calf, tigers, various other farm and zoo animals, even some of the seemingly mythological creatures she had started producing in her more recent births. It was a menagerie of every creature she had given birth to, like an encore to an epical conclusion. She suspected it was her longest birth yet, and she found herself sobbing into Tom’s shirt as he comfortingly stroked her hair, her back, and her mass.

Her breasts squirted. By then each had outgrown the bikini cups, and had popped right out.

Then it was over.

The two laughed together. Cried together. Then she had only enough energy to reaffirm her “yes,” to Tom’s proposal, before she fell into a deep, long sleep.

When she awoke, two days had passed. She was tucked into bed, an IV drip in her arm. Dr. Struges had come all the way to the island to check her out, and congratulate her on her last birth.

“I kept a kitten. For my niece,” Sturges said, pleased, but also rather wistful. Maggie supposed they all were.

“I handled the rest,” Tom assured. “I flew all the animals out to our partners at the aquariums, farms, zoos, and sanctuaries. Most will be released into the wild once they’re old enough to survive.”

Maggie nodded wearily. “I just can’t believe it’s over.”

Tom leaned down and kissed her. It was their new beginning together. The first step for Maggie was figuring out who she was outside of the animal pregnancies.

A few days later, she was up and about. Gone was the massive globe that had dominated her torso, in its place, a smaller, softer version. A plump ball of fat that was malleable rather than firm. It made her look as though she was overdue with twins, but she would take it over being completely stuffed with squirming, wriggling creatures.

Her six breasts were massive, volleyball-sized mounds that bobbed around with her every movement. Sturges had assured that they would go down in size with time, but at present, they were heavy and bloated, dripping milk from her swollen nipples and wobbling about with her every movement.

But over time, her breasts didn’t shrink, they only seemed to become more engorged. And her belly was developing an underlying…firmness to it. Maggie and Tom were immersed in wedding preparations and hardly paid it any mind, but when Maggie could no longer fit into her bridal gown during a routine fitting, the cause of the symptoms seemed clear. A pregnancy test confirmed it.

“He lied,” Maggie said, utterly devastated. “After all this time and work—that goth brat lied to me!”

“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding,” said Tom uneasily, trying to be optimistic. His hands were already roving over her body, rubbing her belly soothingly.

“I have to find him.”

Tom agreed.

-

The flight was long and stressful. Maggie was just glad that Tom was wealthy enough to afford a private jet. She had Tom’s driver take her straight to the goth kid’s apartment. He was decidedly surprised to see her, his eyes pinned to her gut.

“You said it was over,” said Maggie, flushed, breathless, and wanting only to sit down. She leaned heavily on the wall, clutching her large abdomen. “You said a year. You said—”

“Wait a minute,” the kid cut her off. “It is over. Well, it should be, the spell only…oh.” His eyes widened, as though there was something he could see that she couldn’t. An amused smile crossed his face. “What do you know. Pregnant the old fashioned way.”

“W-What?” said Maggie.

“Babies. Infants. Humans. You’re not carrying animals, you just got yourself knocked up. Good old human dick did the trick.”

“Fuck,” Maggie breathed.

“Exactly!” said the goth.

Maggie refrained from hitting him. “Fuck,” she repeated, looking down uneasily at her swollen belly. “Tom’s gonna…he’s gonna be—ecstatic.”

-

And indeed Tom was. He was grinning like a lunatic even on their wedding day.

She almost hadn’t made it, but she had pushed herself, and strained to make it happen.

She felt like she was about to drop. She looked it as well. Her belly was a massive swell in her dress, resembling a bolder in its hugeness. The gown had been altered several times, but still proved to stretch tight over her mass on her wedding day, breasts bulging heavily against the V-neck.

Her gut churned and quaked as she huffed and puffed, and struggled to keep the children contained. She just had to get through this, just a few more minutes.

“I do,” said Tom, and she had missed everything preceding it, but it didn’t matter. All that matter was this moment.

“And do you take Tom Bennett to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Maggie managed. And they came together, them and their babies. Her belly tightened and shuddered, but she didn’t care. She kissed Tom and he ushered her into her new life together.

The End