Life as a Factory, Part 1

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Summary: Mark appears to be your typical teen. He just graduated high school an is looking to go to college with his girlfriend Jenna, but little did Mark know that once every 100 years, on their 18th birthday a young man in his family will gradually transform into a baby factory. Mark now has to go through college and maintain his relationship with his girlfriend Jenna. All while he constantly grows more and more pregnant. Contains: Pregnancy, pregnancy expansion, breast expansion, ass expansion, cloths ripping, lactation. hyper pregnancy, permanent pregnancy, non-stop birthing. Idea submitted by Brace_Q 1/24.

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It was the summer after high school graduation. Mark couldn’t deny he was excited about college. His life had always been extremely typical. He got decent grades. He was dating his high school sweetheart. He even looked typical: middle-class, suburban. There was nothing special about him. But maybe that would change in September, once he finally moved out of his childhood home and into the dorms.

“Tomorrow’s your birthday,” Jenna reminded him for what had to be the fifth time that day.

Mark rolled his eyes. In fewer than seven hours, he would finally be eighteen. An adult. He watched the last hints of sunlight dip under the horizon.

“Can’t believe I’m dating a younger man,” Jenna teased.

She was a full month and a half older than him. “The scandal,” he muttered as she leaned in for a kiss.

The two were sitting on a dock overlooking the lake that served as a landmark in their small town. To think, in only a few weeks, this would all be over, and their new lives would begin.

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That evening as he got ready for bed, Mark couldn’t help reflecting on how great it was that he and Jenna had gotten into the same college. His lips were still tingling from their time spent together on the dock. Smirking to himself, Mark kicked off his jeans and pulled off his shirt. He was about to drop himself against his bed when something unusual occurred. Little did he know, the clock had just struck midnight.

He felt a strange twisting in his stomach, his arms impulsively folding over it. He groaned, dropping to his knees as his insides lurched painfully, and then his stomach gave one pronounced throb.

He was panting and grimacing when he realized the discomfort was gone. He slowly uncoiled himself, blinking in confusion. “Weird,” he muttered. Maybe it was just a pulled muscle.

Doing his best to brush off the strange episode, Mark got into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he found himself overwhelmed with fatigue that seemed to come from nowhere. His phone slipped out of his hand, and he was having a hard time keeping his eyelids open. Finally he surrendered, and fell asleep within seconds of lying down.

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Over the next two weeks, Mark found himself feeling ravenous more often than not. He was eating way more than he usually did, even getting up multiple times during the night for generous snacking.

He partly blamed his parents for keeping the refrigerator so well-stocked with all his favorites. His appetite got to the point of embarrassment, and Mark took measures to sneak food into his bedroom, for fear of being reprimanded.

He honestly didn’t know what was going on with him. It was like his metabolism had kicked into overdrive.

Mark felt restless at dinner one evening, fidgeting in his seat, trying to cover up the audible grumbling of his stomach with coughs. He didn’t dare ask for a second serving. His parents’ finances were already strained since they were covering his tuition costs.

He was surprised when another large helping of mashed potatoes plopped down on his dinner plate. He looked at his mother who smiled weakly back and she continued to spoon more potatoes, more chicken, more baked mac & cheese, and more buttered spinach onto his dinner plate.

“You’re growing,” she said, simply. “It’s just that time of your life. Embrace it.”

Mark felt relieved. Maybe it really was just the latter end of puberty. Still, it was hard not to feel like a glutton. “Thanks, Mom,” he muttered, as he dug in. Mark’s father was still at work, and Mark wasn’t sure he would have shown the same kindness regarding Mark’s recent eating habits.

“Besides, you’re my only child. I have to spoil you,” she continued to comfort. But there was something in her eyes. Something wary, that Mark couldn’t quite identify.

He brushed it off, and continued to gobble down his second generous helping of dinner.

-

It was the last week of summer.

Lately, Mark felt bloated all the time. It was as though the moment he had turned eighteen, his body had become obsessed with calories. When he wasn’t eating oversized meals, he was snacking, almost continuously. There was seldom a moment that Mark wasn’t stuffing chips, pretzels, or candies into his mouth.

And his friends were less polite about it than his family members were.

“My boy is beefing up,” Charlie remarked, patting Mark’s stomach as Jenna and Tiffany giggled.

Mark covered a belch. “Freshman fifteen?” he said as he tugged at his T-shirt. Though it usually hung loose on his torso, it was noticeably tighter around his midsection.

“Before the semester even starts?” Charlie countered, their girlfriends laughing even harder at Mark’s expense.

“He’s a growing boy,” said Jenna as she leaned into his side. Mark wrapped his arm around her, and to his embarrassment, she rubbed circles on his abdomen.

Charlie snorted.

“Just wait ‘till softball season starts,” said Mark, even though he had get to try out for the team. He figured he was a shoo-in. After all, he had been the best player in their high school.

He didn’t mention what a bottomless pit he had become, or how, even then, he was thinking about food as they wandered the mall. It took every iota of his mental fortitude not to steer them straight to the food court.

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That evening, Mark walked past his bedroom mirror and had to do a double take.

He turned forward, and stared at the way his…nipples…were bulging in his T-shirt. Visibly bulging. Hard, and swollen-looking. That couldn’t be normal. He pulled off his shirt, and stared.

He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed this before now. His areolas seemed to have widened, looking similar to a woman’s. And his nipples definitely looked as though they had gotten bigger. Mark hesitantly reached up, and very gently, brushed his fingertips over the right one.

He took a sharp breath, heat rushing to his face as he trembled. “Woah…” he breathed from the unexpected sensation. When had they gotten so sensitive?

This was getting weird. From his weight gain, to his appetite, and now his nipples. Maybe he should try to see his doctor. Maybe this was just more late-puberty stuff? Mark’s mind was spinning. He was too embarrassed to talk to his parents about it. He decided to wait a few days, maybe longer, and see if things improved on their own. After all, it could be nothing.

The days proceeded. Despite his anxiety over his changing body, Mark with slowly getting caught up in the build-up to college. He was just so excited. He had never lived away from home before. It all felt like a dream.

Mark’s parents didn’t seem nearly as excited. They appeared nervous and were acting shifty, often talking to him in a strangely evasive way that always amounted to time wasted. They would discuss the family line, the future, growth, changes, and various other obscure things. Were they really so upset about him moving out?

Mark tried his best to comfort them. “I’ll visit — some weekends,” he assured.

To which his parents just stared blankly at him, almost in a sort of morbid fascination. Sometimes their eyes would flicker downwards. Mark would follow their gazes to the stretched cotton of the latest t-shirts he was outgrowing. And his cheeks would heat up.

His appetite was only getting worse. Corresponding with his nerves, he supposed. Some days found himself eating, almost against his own will. Stress-eating? It made sense. But another part of him thought something was very off.

“It’s a growth spurt. It’s entirely normal,” his father would assure, looking pained as he said it.

Is there something they’re not telling me? Mark wondered.

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That night, Mark was sweating as he stuffed his face from the bag of double cheeseburgers he had picked up from the local fast food joint on his way home. It was a half-dozen burgers and a mountain of greasy fries. He demolished it all in only twenty minutes time.

He crumpled the oil-dripping bag and threw it in the corner of his bedroom as his stomach gurgled and his face twisted in a grimace. He felt sick. Covering his mouth, he did his best not to hurl. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, waiting for things to settle. His stomach was tight, whining, and aching a little.

After five minutes of standing there, leaning back against his bedroom wall, Mark thought it was okay to move. Grunting, he made his way over to his bed before easing himself down, panting and clutching at the surprising firmness of his rounded belly. God, he was becoming a whale.

He panted as he lay there, trying to relax his tense muscles. His body somehow felt extremely full, extremely flushed and supple. He didn’t even know what that meant, but his blood was rushing, his veins throbbing.

He was hard. He was unbelievably turned on for some reason; he could hardly tell why. He should have been disgusted.

Yet something about his being stuffed to capacity had him breathing thinly, his fingers creeping downwards — but then he stopped himself. His nipples were stiff, bulging visibly, even aching a little, as though begging for him to touch them. He stroked experimentally, his breath shuddering. Then he started to rub his nipples in a slow, circular motion, his cheeks reddening as heat pooled in his lower abdomen.

He came, only from the nipple stimulation. Mark with gasping for breath. He could hardly believe it. "What the fuck,” he breathed as he dropped his head back, sweat beading on his forehead.

What the hell was going on with him?

And, was it all that bad?

-

In another week, some of Mark’s shirts couldn’t quite pull down over his bloated belly. He was embarrassed, but he knew things would be fine once he got onto the field. The weight would melt off of him the way it always did.

He found himself blushing whenever Jenna patted it playfully. “It’s kinda sexy,” she would murmur against the shell of his ear.

Her hand moved along him, accidentally brushing against his chest. A shudder ran through Mark. He quickly detached her arm, stepping away. Jenna gave him a surprised look, and he couldn’t think of an explanation.

Thankfully, his dad walked in, carrying Mark’s desk chair into the dorm room. It was finally the day they had been dropped off at campus, and Mark was thrilled despite his many internal conflicts.

“That’s everything,” Dad said, as Mark’s mother stepped into the room to stand beside her husband. Her eyes flickered downwards, and Mark self-consciously tugged at his shirt, trying to cover the sliver of bloated skin that kept peeking out into the open. In recent weeks, the hair on his torso had thinned out, almost to the point of being bare. Another thing for his list of oddities.

“I wish you had let me help,” Mark muttered, finding it bizarre that his father, at thirty-eight, had not allowed Mark to lift a single thing.

“It’s my last day of being the adult in the room. Let me,” said Dad lightly.

Mark shook his head. “Right,” he muttered.

“Thanks for letting me ride with you all,” mentioned Jenna. The college campus was just an hour outside of their hometown.

“Of course,” said Mark’s mom. “Sweetie, you’re like family.”

Mark’s dad pressed his lips for a contemplative moment. Then he held Mark’s gaze. “Can we have a quick word with you before we go? Privately?”

Jenna immediately stepped away. “Meet at the food hall?” she said to Mark.

His stomach grumbled at the thought. “Fifteen minutes,” he told her.

“Bye Mr. Baker. Mrs. Baker.” Jenna gave each of his parents a quick hug, before leaving the dorm.

Mark turned his attention back to his parents, both of whom suddenly looked quite nervous.