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Max felt horrible, he woke up 10 minutes before he needed to go to the maternity fitness course and it took him 15 to get his exercise clothes on, even if it was only a pair of shorts. He remembered what had happened, August just pounced on him and started force feeding him. That explained the incredibly tight feeling in his gut, he arched his spine back further as he grasped the water bottle in his hand... this fitness course would be hell. The journey to the place it was added another 10 minutes and got Max half a dozen weird looks at his gut and outfit. He still felt groggy from the nap and felt like if he moved to fast his belly would go off like a bomb. As he walked down what felt like a corridor he’d passed before, looking in at the signs on the doors for a variety of fitness programs and sports rooms, but not the one he was meant to be at. He huffed and felt out of breath just trying to find where he needed to be, the silver panelled walls littered with leaflets and exercise tips made his stomach churn (More than it was already). He heard the raised voice of someone instructing a class, which drew his attention to the door. The sign read “M.F.C: Maternity Fitness Course” which made him groan. After taking a moment to steel himself, he pushed the door open and waddled into the bustling exercise room, half a dozen pregnant ladies were there preforming some yoga moves as instructed by the short dog leading the class. Max felt their eyes against him as he walked over to where all the other attendees were, he was the largest by far and least dressed, Max probably should’ve tried putting a shirt on at least.

“Hello! Thanks for joining us! What's your name?” the short dog asked brushing a hand through her short hair, her overly positive attitude rubbed Max the wrong way.

“Max” The wolf decided to waist as little energy as possible on speaking (He’d need it all for the yoga)

“Well... hello Max, I hope you’re ready for some yoga and exercise!” the dog continued, directing Max to a yoga mat on the floor. Max stood at attention on the mat.

“Alright let's do a little warm up! Do some stretches and get yourself nice and limber!” The dog instructed; Max complied stretching his back and arms best he could, it all felt difficult with all the weight in his gut. As he moved his arms around attempting to limber them up and get them feeling loose, all he could feel was the churning of calories into fat in his stomach. Max hoped the digesting was going faster thanks to his nap, but as he leaned back to stretch his back further all he felt was the mix of food and liquid shifting through his tightly packed stomach, his centre of gravity was probably his massively bloated belly, which was making the yoga more difficult than it had to be.

“Alright let's start off with the tree pose! If you don't know it just do as I do!” She instructed, as she stood completely straight placing his paws together and then standing upon one leg. Max tried cautiously to imitate her pose placing his hands together and standing on one leg, but trying to keep straight forced him to fight against his belly’s mass. Combined with his generally unsteady footing on a single leg Max couldn’t help but wobble aggressively, as he tried to counteract it his shakiness only got worse. The Wolf’s belly wobbled violently. Tightly packed contents sloshing around under his taut skin, the shifting of pressure made him groan quietly in discomfort. But after a bit the dog stopped, and Max relaxed his stance. He quickly rubbing his gut to stop all that mass from churning and moving, he knew all that pressure was going to end up somewhere, probably exiting his mouth and he rather wouldn’t in front of all these innocent ladies.

“Okay let's try something a little harder! The plank pose! You all should know that!” the Dog said, quickly hopping down and using her arms and lower paws to prop herself off the floor. Max saw the other attendees in the room follow his lead, Max quickly ducked down as well not wishing to be the only person standing up. He got down into a standing position and tried to maneuverer himself into the right pose, his bloated stomaching feeling worse as he tried to push around its girth. Max really wasn’t feeling too good, he still felt stuffed to the brim. He finally found a way to plank as the dog ordered, glancing at all the other attendees they seemed to be using their pregnant belly as guide, having the edge barely touching the mat. Max got into position and tried to follow their lead but as he began to plank his solid gut pushed heavily against the floor, further increasing the pressure. Max wasn’t even sure how he’d get out of this pose once done. The wolf panicked slightly as his arms struggled hold his weight up, falling further down he felt the overwhelming pressure on his stomach and a tightness in his throat. Max needed to get up or he’d end up unleashing a burp that wouldn’t go unnoticed. Max pushed his right paw as hard as possible against the floor, rolling himself onto his back. Instead, there was a loud thud as his back slammed against the rubberized floor. Max gritted his teeth at that sharp pain but recovered quickly, he was already trying to get himself back up as the dog quickly jogged over to check on him.

“OMG! Are you alright! Max?” the dog exclaimed, leaning down to inspect Max for any damage or wounds.

“I’m fine” Max responded; the dog’s concerned tone hurt his ears more than the flop did his back.

She helped pull Max up and inspected his back “Are you sure? Just let me quickly check and see if the passengers are alright!” the lady replied, leaning down to place her head against Max’s stomach.

Max surprised by what she was doing and began to ask “Passenge-*OUURRRRPPP*” Cutting himself off with an impressively loud burp. Max looked around, seeing all the ladies tense up and then furrow their brows in response, causing himself to go a little red as well. The Dog continued with her head buried in Max’s gut, making him squeeze his paws and bite his lip. After a moment of standing in silence after Max’s belch, the dog finally stood to her feet.

“Don’t worry seems like those little ones are alright!” she exclaimed, seemingly wanting to ignore and move on from what had just happened. Max continued to stand there his face lit up bright red, as the Dog attempted to remember what she was up to.

At least he felt less pressure in his gut.

Max decided then it was probably best he took his leave from that class, quickly exiting out the door as the Dog explained the next move.

Max waddled through the corridors rubbing his gut with deep strokes, his body struggling with all the pressure, his midsection was gurgling more as he went further from the yoga centre. Max took a deep breath, stifling a burp as he leaned back against a wall, his paws barely able grip and touch the farthest part of his tummy, around his dissented belly button and rapidly expanded womb. He needed a way of getting rid of this bloat and fast, otherwise the dinner later that day with Charon and their wife would be nothing but awkward stares and poorly timed belches. With how big his stomach was, Max couldn’t get a handle on its furthest reaches and he needed those parts kneaded and stroked. He began hearing the wall behind him groan, so he stood up from it. What he needed was an extra pair of paws...

...shit.

Max waddled back inside their shared housing, August wasn’t expecting him back for another hour or so. He felt his belly shake a little with every step, as he stepped back past the crumb coated coach, he was reminded of how August gave him something to chew on. Now he was going to apologise and ask the proto for some simple help with getting rid of this belly. He put his still thin paw against the button, the door slid open. What was August’s room was little more than an office with their charging unit, which looked like a folding camping chair with greebles and wires that would connect all over the protogen’s chassis... or body. At the desk sat August who was engrossed reading a book, a paper book. The pages well worn; a brownish age having faded over them fully, each page was held delicately in the protos synthetic paws. Individual fingers flipping over pages with a delict nature Max had never seen from August before. Finally, August noticed the intruder, placing the book gently on the desk and turning to face the wolf. “You’re still meant to be at that exercise course” August said, looking a little displeased that his alone time was disturbed.

“I tried, but it ain’t my thing” Max replied, the protogen turned once again

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t mess this up” August explained, their head low and back straight. It was strange to talk with August without the comforting veil of sarcasm and carefree nature. All that was left was disappointment and Max wasn’t sure if it was his own guilt or August’s that felt worse.

“I’m trying my best. I'm sorry about this morning. I understand this is our last shot, and this morning i was an asshole. Next time this won’t happen and I'll listen to you. because you... are... pretty good at planning” Max explained, the protogen perked up at this out of character admission of guilt, especially him promising to try and listen to August. They had no real idea what to say.

Max waited for a response from August, the station felt eerily quiet as he stood there. Only the sound of humming lights, creaking metal and Max’s own rebellious gut were noticeable. But max had quickly forgotten the plan of getting his gut stroked, instead focusing solely on his friend.

Max waddled forward a bit “What’s the book?” he asked keeping his tone calm.

He noticed the proto tense up in response, “What’s the book?” they repeated the question hoping to receive a solid response.

“Well, what's the book about? its content?” Max asked moving closer and beginning to lean over the shoulder of August, who flicked the book back open. “It’s from... my “Childhood” this old book was something I found for cheap, a bit after I first activated. It's an old book about computer and robots, strange to see what the people of the past theorised you’d be like” August replied, his tone softer than usual

“Childhood?” Max asked, he remembered something vague about synths being formed from simulations of real peoples' brains, how their upbring was stranger than most.

“Yep, i was “born” 22 years ago, I was raised in a surrogate family. Never could abandon the feeling that I was wrong, every other family found it weird i was a copy of a thousand different people, “flaws” programmed out and “better” aspects boosted. It was awful I was designed to be this perfect Machine, but I wasn’t. All the other kids and parents looked at me and saw an emotionless robot, all I wanted was to be a person who was treated normally. But that never worked, I didn’t feel pain like other people, didn’t need to sleep, eat, drink, breath, blink, stop to solve math equations or even die like other people.” August continued, “I'm just a messy compromise between getting to be a good robot... And a good imitation of a person. That’s all the book makes me think of, hoping I could just be a human, so i could look at the machines in the book and marvel at their inhumanity.”

“I’m sorry about all of that” Max said placing a hand on their shoulder “If it's any consolation... you’re a good friend and mostly... alright person”

They looked up and smiled a little at Max’s jibe “You just couldn’t help yourself?” August asked standing up and turning to the bloated wolf.

“Well just remember, if you weren’t what you are... you’d be nothing like the crew member and friend i have” Max ended his statement with, smiling. Watching as the protogen’s visor lit up with a bright smile.

“You’re just happy I can fix that engine you keep breaking” August responded, “How about we sit through on the couch, my frame barely fits that chair” Max laughed at that comment as he followed the orange robot.

“Also, i had a request or favour” Max asked as they both sat down

“Well, since you were nice i guess depending on the subject i could maybe lend a hand” August replied as he got comfortable on the couch.

Max flopped down onto the couch, feeling his hefty stomach follow close behind slapping against his knees and giggling as he scooted into position. Max could easily be mistaken for having swallowed a yoga ball at this point (Perhaps he could use that excuse to explain why he wasn’t at the exercise course). But the sounds of his stomach gently churning, sloshing and digesting all the food he’d ingested made his issue clear to most people, including August.

“So, is that gut troubling you?” They asked, smiling and leaning closer giving his taut belly a firm poke, which made the wolf tense up.

“Thanks to you” Max replied, his digits unable to reach the area around his belly button, where most of the tightness remained.

“Didn’t you just admit you were an idiot for ignoring me?” August reminded

“Yes” Max agreed “You could’ve been a bit gentler I'm pregnant with quadruplets! all that food and it feels like I'm ready to pop, explode or split in half”

“So, you need help getting rid of that?” August questioned “Why not just go to sleep and wait for your body to do its magic?”

“Because if i go to sleep now I'll never get to that dinner with Charon, or if i do I'll be barely conscious and that won’t reflect well on my performance as a surrogate” Max reasoned, but more so he was stalling. At some point he would have to ask August the question ‘can you rub my belly?’ and that was something August would relish in hearing, and then carrying out with all his joyous joking and comments. But max was running out of time and patience, better to rip the band aid off quick.

“My gut is too big for me, i need you to rub it” Max said

“Alright, i guess i did say id help you” August replied

“Though that was conditional?” Max asked

“Well i can't say no to a helpless, pregnant, wolf such as you!” They said, extending their synthetic paws out and beginning to rub, the large grey furred sphere that dominated Max’s lap. He once again tensed up for a moment, but quickly loosened up as he felt August’s gentle strokes and pats. The Protogen worked his belly with mechanical perfection, whilst retaining a soft and calming touch. Max closed his eyes and felt those paws brushing through his fur and along his distended gut, sensitive skin feeling their digits as August massaged his massive belly. “You like that?” August asked, smiling as they moved their paws further down, towards Max’s supremely sensitive belly button.

“Just keep going” Max responded

The further their paws went the more Max bit his lip, the strange sensation returning as August stroked and prodded his belly button. The pressure slowly releasing as Max let out a few small belches, August intensified their efforts. Moving their paws faster, scrunching digits back and forth to kneed and massage the tight globe, forcing out all the pressure they could possibly manage. All while Max groaned at his sensitive skin being worked like this, in between his bouts of constant belching. Squeezing the massive mound of skin produced immediate feedback from the wolves' mouth, August used this to their advantage, intensifying their strokes and prodding's at his stomach’s most sensitive parts. As August continued, they slowly noticed the shrinking of Max’s gut as the pressure was released, the fat gut slowly returning to a regular pregnant size. Max looked pretty worn out from it all, a very intimate yet unintimate process that made him moan in enjoyment and groan in discomfort. “You, feeling better preggo boy?” August asked removing their arms from the Wolf and looking at his slightly tired eyes.

“Well, the feeling of imminent detonation is gone” Max responded “Plus i can see my hind paws sitting down again”

“I'll take that as a yes, my work here is done” August replied leaving Max to ruminate on the couch. He felt like that whole situation should’ve been more sexually charged than it was, instead it was just a favour.

After around 20 minutes of sitting without purpose on the couch, Max finally mustered the will to get up and get dressed for that dinner he was meant to have with Charon and their wife. He didn’t know anything about her, apart from the fact he was carrying her children. That only added to the stress of situation, he wanted to be on good terms with her and do a good job for both of them. Only that would make sure he actually got paid, but even now it seemed like Charon had spent a lot on keeping Max healthy and homed. That statement about how he was getting the money for all of it bounced around his head like crazy, he’d never heard of governments paying people like this, unless they got sued. Maybe there was more Charon than the surface level desperate to be a parent, hopefully max wasn’t providing the next generation for some CEO or mob boss. He then brushed those thoughts to the back of his mind so he could focus fully on getting dressed and ready. He didn’t have anything fancy, so he just put on the black maternity shirt and light grey pants topped off with his aged flight jacket, he couldn't even zip it up thanks to his gut. But that was no problem, he assumed Charon, and their wife would like to get up close and feel Max’s progress. Even as the thought of Charon’s powerful dragon paws on his sensitive stomach made him tense up. Max looked up at himself in the mirror, he looked as well as he ever could, whilst being pregnant that is. He left their room in a hurry; August was up to something else in the shopping sector and so Max left their temporary housing dead quiet as the door locked behind him. Now he had to go to the restaurant, which was the only one at this end of the station. All other food was provided by vending machines, canteens, kiosks and stores. A restaurant on a station of this size and wealth was exceptional and it was the only location that the high society of the station would dine, but that was necessity rather than a seal of quality. Max was far more worried about making a good first impression and convincing Charon that all was going well, than the menu’s quality.

He arched his back to counteract his large belly and lumbered out his door. He glanced at the clock on his room’s control panel, 6:43PM SST. Despite it entering evening, the station failed to slow or quiet down, crowds still roamed the halls, and no-one had clocked out for the evening. The ever present florescent and neon replacing the rotating sun wreaked havoc on people's sense of time or scheduling. With everyone having a different time for “night” and “day” the station time was merely a formality, only followed by those trading with other stations or transporting goods where times and schedules were the bread and butter.

Max lumbered into the lonely metal cylinder, resting his back on the wall as he rubbed his slightly exposed gut, shirt already riding up past his belly button. With four weeks to go of this pregnancy... if he was lucky, the wolf was already bracing for that final fortnight to be spent laid in bed crushed under the weight of these eggs. He huffed in some recycled air as the elevator shunted to a stop, he looked up at the camera inside hoping the security officer that pushed the “open-door” button would put his lunch down and realise he was a pregnant mutt, not some assassin here to whack a mid-level station admin jockey as he ate his 3 and half star bowl of overpriced carbonara. Finally, the door opened on cue, as if the button pusher could read his angry thoughts. He stepped out the elevator and came face to face with a “please wait to be seated” sign. The entrance was somewhat enclosed but through the open doorway he could see the rows of tables and chairs, packed with station upper crust. Each of them giving a feigned smile as the overworked waiter placed down the metal plates their dishes were served on, barely holding on to the venire of high class dining the place clutched onto like a protective cloak. They were lucky as hell to be the only restaurant that served booze, had ample seating and didn’t allow poor people in. He was distracted by the restaurant goers in their slick station uniforms, that yelled for respect to their wearers or the others in their faux upper-class dresses and suits, that fit neatly into their middle-class budgets. “Hello Mam, how may I help you. Table for one?” the gazelle server asked quickly dashing into position behind the desk and tapping a few keys on booking computer.

“No, I'm here to meet someone. Table should be booked for a Charon?” His low voice surprised the Waiter a little, but he didn’t miss a beat tapping through to search for a booking.

“Is that last name, or first name?” He asked, tapping his fingers against the plastic and metal standing desk.

“Uh just Charon?” Max responded; he wasn’t sure if Charon even had a last name. But before awkward silence could take hold of Max and the gazelle the elevator doors pulled open again and a pair of powerful paw steps exited. Max turned to see Charon in a revealing dress, with gold bands and crimson red fabric, their powerful muscles were visible for all to see. To their right was Charon's wife, another Cryss. Her long flowing hair covered her back, whilst she wore a tight suit and tie, max could tell she was just as well muscled as Charon albeit a little shorter, her scales were a light grey and the crystals he could see were jade and emerald coloured.

The waiter's eyes widened. It was rare to see a pair of people with such eye-catching figures and it seemed as if every little light was caught and shone against their crystalline bodies. “Ah Max! You look excellent!” Charon began, Shaking Max’s hand solidly “Surprised we were beaten here by you! Even when you are carrying a whole litter!” They continued “Oh... wait a moment!” Charon the turned from Max and stepped over to the desk, firing out his booking details. All Max heard was that they’d put their name down as first name Charon, last name.... Charon. Their wife smiled softly as she stood at their side, gazing around the room but constantly her eyes drifted over to stare at Max’s belly. He couldn’t blame her for wanting to get a good look at her kids and their surrogate. Max was just hoping he could keep her at ease and make sure she trusted him.

Finaly Charon finished with the waiter who quickly set off with a triplet of menus in his hand leading them towards a table. Charon turned back as they walked “Max this is Syanthia, my wife. But i assume you’ve already guessed that?”

“I did have my suspicions” Max replied, as they weaved through several packed tables, all those sitting took turns looking at the weird trio of two buff crystal dragons and one pregnant Wolf dude.

“Well i hope these past weeks you’ve remained comfortable. Having any problems, issues?” Charon asked as they sat down, max having to push the chair far out to even sit down at it, slowly lowering himself down once it was in position.

“Yes, I mean no. No issues everything has been good so far and I've been going on walks and remaining active” Max explained, he worried that that came off like he was far too eager to put them at ease. The waiter quickly placed the menus down and left the table, the list of dishes was imposing. Being the only restaurant on the station meant they had to play fiddle to whatever the customers demanded, and it seemed like they’d demanded everything they could think of. Max manoeuvred the large plastic sheet, his eyes glazing over as he read across dozens of categories. Pasta, steak, sushi, hamburgers, soup, stew and so much more, the items on the menu exceeded the number of patrons in the restaurant. Max sighed quietly and looked up at Charon and Syanthia, Charon was still scanning the menu for something to eat while Syanthia had already placed hers on the table and was waiting to order. Max looked back down at the menu, he saw “steak and potatia” and decided to go with that, placing down his menu and beginning to stare vacantly around the room. The large window offered a great view into the vacuum of space, as the station turned it would slowly be filled by the blue, gas-based planet the station orbited. His tummy rumbled a little as he looked off at the decorations on the walls, most of it was plaques and paintings showing off the luxuries of early space travel. “The timeless space liner at your command!” one poster read, a perfectly groomed wolf captain sitting in the cockpit beckoning you aboard, whilst a hostess held a tray of ice-cold drinks ready to serve. Max guessed that poster was something like 180 years old, back when the airliners traded their jet engines for rockets and the only places to go were the few sparsely populated colonies and stations, all requiring an expensive ticket or colonisation permit (but Micky doubted they’d be getting such a luxurious experience from a permit).

“So Syanthia what do you think of max?” Charon asked, it seemed they were eager to stimulate some conversation before everyone got distracted with their food.

She turned to max and smiled “Thanks again for this, all of it. I know it's probably very difficult but thanks to you, we can finally start a family”

“Don’t worry I'm holding up fine... and I'm glad to help you with this.” Max replied, that lessened his stress a little, maybe Syanthia was already onboard with Max, she did agree to have him as a surrogate.

“Any issues anything at all, just ask and we’ll try hard to help” Syanthia said echoing Charon's previous statements. Max nodded; he appreciated the help they were willing to offer, but he didn’t feel he needed much more help than they were already providing.

The waiter returned once again, a P.D.U in hand “So ready to order drinks?” The gazelle asked, finally able to ignore the peculiar patrons.

“I’ll have a water” Syanthia ordered

“Me too” Charon added

“Soda, please” Max asked

“Alright, I'll be back with your drinks shortly and if you're ready you can then order your main” The gazelle stated before leaving the table.

“So Max, what do you do for work?” Syanthia asked, smiling as she arched an arm over Charon’s shoulder, their pristine dresses complemented each other and told Max the pair were quite the in-tune couple.

“Well, shipping” Max replied, “I'm a ship captain, have my own vessel and i just transport thing for people wherever they need them” He thought it best not to incriminate himself and admit to smuggling in front of Charon and Syanthia.

“That sounds interesting, i assume you see a lot of places?” She questioned

“Well mostly the places that are profitable, it’s not a stable profession right now” Max explained, he was starting to think she knew something Charon didn’t and was trying to catch him out on a lie.

“I guess that was why you were in that scanner where Charon was?” She said smiling

“Yep, with all the debt I've sold off most of the stuff we had on the ship, to stay afloat. But now she’s barely fit for space travel, and nobody is rushing to employ someone with my current record unless they're doing something dumb or illegal” Max said, it felt weird the way he explained it to Syanthia made him sound like a real legitimate businessman. But when he was knee deep in work, it felt like he was always stumbling from one illegal venture to the next and barely keeping enough money to stay alive. Maybe whatever governed the universe had some strange joke lined up for him and it was just toying with him until it could hit him square in the face with a good punchline.

“I’m sorry to hear that Max i hope after this, things go better from now on” Charon said, as their drinks arrived

“Are you ready to order yet?” The waiter asked as he passed out the drinks to the three, Max receiving a tall metal cup of fizzing, carbonated soda that was a greenish blue colour. He took a quick swig as he leant forward his belly brushing against the table, forcing him to move his chair back.

After getting back into a good position and putting his drink down he asked the pair of dragons a question “So what is it you do for a living?”

Charon went first “Just a simple numbers job, i ensure the calculator units run well and don't have any malfunctions and make sure they give correct answers”

“I do fashion design and costume design” Syanthia said “It's fun to do and thanks to that idiot director, we’ve got more than enough to live comfortably”

“Charon said you got money from the government?” Max asked

“In a manner of speaking, I just like keeping this fact guarded. I don’t want to be seen as some rich fool, just a regular person” Syanthia added

“So how did you get it?” Max wondered

“Because Marlin tried to use my designs in that blockbuster of his... along with a dozen other stolen ideas, the courts gave us every credit that film made him” she said smiling, with glee. Max was still unsure of how the cashflow to him was being managed, which made him a little antsy. If they used conventional channels Max’s payment would be cut in half by “transaction fees” and if they found those credits suspicious enough to seize, Max was shit outa luck and his payday would be used by a banker to get himself a new watch. But he’d need to structure that conversation carefully and there would most certainly be questions on how he knows how to avoid banking regulations and launder money. “So now we just live as best a life we can, and we both still work, we want to save retirement for much later” Syanthia continued, taking a quick swig of water and then going straight back to speaking “We gave away most of the rotten fortune, all that’s left is to make sure we have a fun retirement and to manage all of this for you”

“Thanks again Max, for doing this for us” Charon added

“It's alright, I'm just doing what you asked me for” Max responded, he worried if that came of as too uncaring?

“So, Max what was your childhood like?” Syanthia asked, immediately he felt a pit in his stomach.

Childhood was a farce for him, dad was dirt poor and tried to move past that by becoming a member of the astral church. While he preached piety, peace and virtue, the old man also used his position to shore up the familial wealth fund. All while he tried his darnedest to train Max to become a sinless young boy ready for church life. Max never could figure out if his father knew what he said was bullshit, he could swear that dad loved to hear how Max had been bullied at school or beaten up. He probably saw it as god’s trials for his holy son, maybe it was all part of his big gamble. A strange way of showing affection, bringing Max into the family tradition of abuse of authority. Once he was old enough to outrun his dad he did, then began to drift around the galaxy trying to stay alive through whatever criminal acts he could manage.

“Complex” Max responded after a moment of silent reflection, he felt it best to save unpacking the relationship with his father for someone trained to handle it. “And i certainly didn’t imagine I'd end up doing something like this” Max added, poking his gut a little as he sat there.

“Moving around harder?” Syanthia asked

“Yep, I'm hungrier, more emotional and I've gained 10 kilos in two weeks. I’m great” Max replied, getting a chuckle from the pair.

“Do you mind if we?” Syanthia questioned, gesturing towards Max or his gut, it was getting hard to tell which they meant. Max nodded affirmative and she got up from her chair and walked over to him, taking a chair from a nearby empty table. The muscle-bound derg was a little shorter than max, but her physical prowess made him feel like the tiny one. Sitting beside her he couldn’t help but admire the beautiful colours that shone from her crystal lined back, lines of brilliant emerald green occasionally peeking out from behind her long, wavy and silky smooth looking black hair. She took her hand and began to rest it upon Max’s large gut, he was slightly shocked but kept his composure. The scaly paw resting upon his tight stomach, feeling her children within him, slowly growing. “You have very soft fur Max” she said, making the wolf blush a little, as she pulled away the tight shirt and allowing her to feel the entire breadth of his massive belly, filled to the brim with eggs and hungering for food. She slowly pushed her hand across it, digits inspecting how taut his skin was and much weight the stomach held, every move was made with a gentle smile from Syanthia. Max had to use all the energy at his disposal not to start moaning and drooling, what was happening was sensual, intimate and sexually charged but Syanthia seemed only interested in investigating his pregnancy. Max couldn’t blame her, he was enjoying this how she rubbed poked and prodded every inch, feeling his stretched skin and distended bellybutton. Max enjoyed this too, he wished this could continue this in a private bedroom, a pair of sexy and well-built Furs groping and massaging Max. They’d notice the pressure he’d built up, see how the wolf was yearning for a release and tear away those sweatpants and boxers. Their soft paws wrapped around his throbbing cock, slowly pinching at its length and impressive tip. The other one complementing as they watched, telling him good and pregnant he was.

“Such a beautiful belly so full of my children”

“So taut and sexy”

“You’re such an attractive pregnant wolf”

The comments swirled around his head; they moaned his name, told him how much they needed to breed him how they wanted him filled to bursting with their cum. The Fur working his Cock went faster, thrusting up and down. The demanded he spray his seed across his fat, pregnant sphere and Max wanted that too, he moaned for them to impregnate him. As he neared his release the other fur stood up and sprayed their own seed across his massive gut, Max did so as well.

By now Max was visibly sweating as he sat there in the restaurant his mind consumed with lewd fantasies, Syanthia had gone back to her own seat. Max barely noticing as his body moved on auto pilot while his brain imagined those beautiful furs using him...

But as he sobered up, he was finally knocked back into the real world by the arrival of the waiter requesting their orders, which max quickly relayed. His mind still spinning as he sat waiting for dinner.

Max sat there, watching as the pair of dragons waited and made small talk, sipping at their “premium” recycled water. The wolf’s heart was beating far too fast, wondering if the pair suspected something was up, he’d been so immersed in that fantasy that he barely noticed what was actually happening. He pulled his shirt back over his gut and gave it a few pats, failing to stop his mind from wandering back over to that self-indulgent dream. Luckily Max was able to keep himself from making a scene, one wrong move and a single person in this restaurant could have him evicted from the station permanently. Eventually he was able to put his thoughts concerning that away as their food finally arrived. The gazelle passing out a modest pasta dish for Syanthia, a large, hefty steak for Charon and Max’s small steak and potatia, dish. The trio began to eat, Max was surprised at how the food tasted, the steak tasted like any typical meat, but max disliked the amount of fat and gristle he needed to cleave off. Plus, it felt overcooked and overdone with far too much salt and pepper. He ate the lacklustre meal as best he could, his pace slower than usual as every bite became a chore. Now he wished he’d just picked something simple, instead of a fancy dish that he hoped Charon and Syanthia would approve of. Somehow the food made him yearn to be back aboard Hiko, his teeth gritting into foil wrapped chocolate bar as he pushed his slender canine form through pipes in the engine room to fix a faulty fuel pump. Sitting with August and exchanging banter in the pilot and Co-pilots seat, whilst Max ate preheated chili and crackers. Max just reckoned he hated upper class joints like this more than anything, but at least the Potatia’s were good.

A strange hybrid plant that took the Potato and crossed it with the starchy and adaptable, Daraia. Making it easier to grow in harsh environments, although it's harder skin and bitter tasted required a lot of prep to make it taste good, especially without frying it. Max would give this place that, their potatias were divided into chunks and tasted good, they’d gotten a good mix of butter salt and pepper to make them taste good, without overpowering Max’s taste buds.

It took Max longer than the others to finish his steak, even after cutting it in half to remove the fat. By the time he put his cutlery down his mouth tasted of nothing but salt and pepper, he could at least count the blessing that he wouldn't be returning anytime soon. As the Gazelle returned to pick up the plates and Charon vigorously denied the offers for a dessert menu, Max decided to quietly sit and watch the stars. But after they were done Max was roused from his chair and waddled over to the elevator, Charon and Syanthia following. As they reached Max’s floor, they finally exchanged goodbyes.

Max took Charon's well-muscled paw and shook it, “Thanks once again for all you are doing for us Max” Charon said, tears creeping down from their eyes.

“Thanks to you, we can have a family” Syanthia added, giving max as hug as they stood in the empty corridor. All Max could think about was how strange it was to be thanked for something and it wasn’t repaying a debt or making someone money, it was a genuine thanks.

“Just doing what you asked of me... but thanks, this gig is the only thing that kept me afloat” Max responded, his voice was quiet, and he felt a little weak. He was never usually supposed to show weakness, but right now he felt like letting it out.

“I’m sorry to hear that, i promise you that well make sure you’re back on your feet once this is done” Charon responded placing a powerful arm on Max’s shoulder, which made the wolf smile. It was good to know there was some honest people out here. He waved goodbye as the pair stepped back into the elevator and the doors pulled shut. He’d gone into that hoping to make a good first impression and left it feeling happy that he’d been able to open up to them. As max waddled back home, a paw resting on his pregnant gut that wobbled with every move, it seemed like things were looking bright.

He shifted in his seat; Max was already antsy. His ears failed to notice any footsteps, nothing but the whirring air conditioning as he sat in the faux forest, surrounded by fake grass and artificial plants. He was right where Kayla told him to be, two weeks from their last meeting and it was 6:08PM. They’d agreed to meet at 6PM here but now he was wondering if he’d made a mistake or forgotten something, was his memory playing tricks on him?

Whatever his mind was doing was nothing in comparison to his body, he looked pregnant with triplets, and he still had 3 weeks and 3 days to go... if he was lucky, which only heightened his anxiety. Even now, just standing was becoming tiring and his belly ingulfed all of his lap once he sat down, the maternity clothes provided by Charon had ceased fitting entirely. He only kept them on to maintain a small slither of modesty, even as he waddled slowly through the station, his massive pregnancy bump bare for all to see. Now as he sat here, he wondered if Kayla had seen Max... how... gravid he was and was repulsed. For all she knew, max couldn’t get pregnant conventionally and now in 2 weeks was looking ready to burst. No to mention the 10kg of body fat Max had piled on, he was looking decidedly plump, that sharp canine face was now soft and chubby. His arms and legs were covered in a layer of lard, his chest had a pair of small but still meaty man tits, sculpted purely from fat. All of this only served to hammer home how much Max had changed, and how rapid it all was. Kayla would be right to see this pregnant, fatass and turn the other way.

But either out of sheer obligation or to try and let him down gently, Kayla approached. Her running clothes replaced with something baggier and more comfortable, her face’s warm smile disappeared quickly as she saw Max. The formerly rail thin Wolf had ballooned out. His fat face and large pregnant gut giggling softly as he shifted on that bench, forcing a few pained creaks from it. “Max?” She asked, at least she seemed more concerned than disgusted.

“Yep, it still me” he meekly said

“What happened?” Kayla responded

“I took a surrogacy job; their eggs don’t operate like rest, they all grow fast.” Max explained, rubbing his gut “As for the extra heft? Thats just baby weight”

She took a minute to look him up and down. two weeks. Max went from a thin, space captain to an out of shape and pregnant, doughball. God, when she thought about it like that... she should probably wait until he’s back at her home. “So, you feel fine?” Kayla enquired further

“Well as fine as i can be, maternity doesn’t do much for your manoeuvrability” He responded slowly hefting himself up, his paws pushing the solid gut up so he could get his chubby legs moving. Kayla reached out and helped pull the hefty wolf up. The walk back to Kayla’s room was slow and methodical, Max was waddling behind the Coyote every step shook his body like an earthquake. His firm globe of a belly hampered his movement as it shook, and he could only wince as he felt the cellulite in his thighs rub against one another or his moobs move in response to every step he took. Max found it ironic that the only way to make him feel fatter was to get up and move. Plus, he still struggled with his tummy, its sensitive, oversized, mass made him moan whenever he misjudged distances and knocked his massive medicine ball into a table or corner. Kayla meanwhile moved with a reserved sense of focus, speed walking towards her destination. Max struggled to keep pace, but Kayla seemed not to care despite noticing the problem. The fat wolf couldn’t help but smile as she looked back at the sweaty, pregnant, fatass. He had a feeling Kayla was enjoying watching him suffer, a devilish smile creeping through as she looked back to see him wheezing whilst he lumbered far behind her. Max’s lungs burned as his legs felt weak as he struggled to keep pace, but right as he felt ready to flop down against a wall, Kayla stopped to unlock her door and let them in. Max entered behind the coyote, brushing her back with his large gut. While Max had done it accidentally, Kayla gave a flirtatious look in response, making the wolf go bright red.

Her room was littered with boxes, all presumably for moving her personal effects here. In one corner was a mattress and blanket and in the other a couch and screen, all very spartan.

“Sorry that the place ain’t tidy” Kayla said pulling off her shirt “Movin’ is a bitch. Also, I think we should skip the Movies until after”

“After what?” Max sputtered out

She tossed her bra on the floor, showing off her well-endowed chest “You breed me” she grasped his pudgy hand and had him sit on the floor, his large gut in the air blocked all of Kayla except her head... and lustful smile.

“I’ll be honest i love this!” Kayla blurted out as he teased at his waistband “The big strong space captain! Now nothing but a whimpering fat and pregnant slob!”

Max couldn't help but moan in response to that, his erection becoming rock hard. Kayla grasped at his pants and pulled them down, exposing his chubby thighs and cock, so small compared to his fat belly and thunder thighs.

“So pent up for me!” Kayla responded, getting up and slowly lowering herself down onto his erection, Max felt as his dick was guided into her pussy. “Don’t worry fatty, I'll be doing the thrusting.” she said as she began to slowly bounce up and down upon his dick, all while stroking his massive gut, filled to the brim with a litter of dragons. “You're such a beautiful pregnant boy! But i want something from you!” Kayla said as she began to bounce faster and faster stimulating his hard cock. As she thrusted every part of him jiggled, her solid touch stroked and prodded his pregnant bulge. He moaned deeply “Yes i want to breed you! I’m your good pregnant boy!”

Kayla continued to thrust faster “Yes breed me! Fill me up with your cum, we can be pregnant together! Two massive fat and preg filled furs! We’d fuck each other every day breeding each other so hard! There wouldn’t be a single day that would pass without you-” Max finally came, filling her pussy with his warm seed. The pair moaned together in ecstasy.

“S-such a good boy” Kalya muttered, stroking his stomach further. His firm belly feeling great to the touch, as she felt his hot cum drip from her pussy.

“Did i do good?” Max asked, as he huffed further it was so quick and yet he felt so exhausted already! and still so pent up... that feeling of lying on the ground, too big for anything other than being used, it was perfect.

“You did excellent, let me clean up a little” Kayla said getting up, but headed over to whisper in Max’s ear “Once I'm back, we'll continue” that turned the wolf red again, they were both so horny and he was going to need to either lumber around her or be used like this, both options made him, hornier than ever.

After a little more than a moment Kayla returned, and sat down next to the large wolf. Max could do little except try to pivot his head towards her. “Unless they’ve experimented on your libido as well, I let you cool down” Kayla said grabbing a remote screen across from them. She flipped through the files and finally selected one named “Spec ops slut” As the film started, Kayla began to snuggle closer. Her head laying against Max’s shoulder and paws atop his gravid belly. As the film went on, she began stroke his mass, prompting max to moan gently as she massaged him.

“Hrng” Max groaned out. With how sensitive his stretched skin was Max’s erection returned quickly, even as the sense of post nut clarity consumed his mind. He watched a pair of thin felines clad in swimsuits, pouches and tactical gear make love in a desolate concrete bunker, all while Kayla rubbed his pregnant gut and pushed her head further into his chubby neck. Her paws wandering south, grasping at his thighs thickened by maternity cravings and abundant overeating. The coyote was an expert at feeling out his form, and with the amount of him on offer she had no chance of running out of parts before Max was ready to cum again. His meaty thighs encased in a good few kilos of fat were perfect for Kayla to grope. with every squeeze Max moaned deeper, the wolf was intoxicated with arousal once again. He loved how much his physique could be explored by someone, Kayla was making him feel amazing. She was taking so much time to savor his frame and that just made him far more aroused and he was at her total mercy. Max’s erection grew harder, pressing into his pregnant gut and fat thighs as Kayla rubbed him more. She reached her hand down below into the sweat roll covering his cock, squeezing it and pumping it before flopping down onto the floor.

Her hair flopped into her face and her breasts jiggled a little “Fuck me with your own fatass Max” Her radiant smile pulled at Max’s attention, the way she lay there it was clear she wanted Max to fill her up. Max slowly jiggled towards her, his gut lifted up and dropped onto her midsection. Kayla coughed at the feeling of all that weight, it felt good to be pinned down like this.

Max attempted strenuously to get into the perfect position to fuck her, beads of sweat covering his thighs as he barely managed to move his bulk. Kayla chuckled “Having trouble there big boy?” receiving another red-faced glance from the grey wolf.

“Hrng, not used to this” Max said

“I can tell” she replied, pushing her paw down and grasping his dick, sliding further towards max and helping to ease his length into her pussy. Max smiled faintly, it was embarrassing that he needed that much help, but arousing, nonetheless.

He began to slowly and deliberately thrust his length into Kayla’s vagina. The girl moaned and her tits jiggled slightly as Max fucked her through wheezing breathes, his pregnant gut constantly sloshing and shaking, the litter growing within him made Max moan. Kayla’s paws grasped at his titanic ass. Each lard coated cheek shook for seconds at a time, her handling of his rear only compelled him to thrust harder into her. The air tickled his asshole and he pushed further into the sex expert. He thrusted faster and faster, pressure built up in his cock and his body jiggled aggressively. A belly full of alien youngsters crushed the Coyote between Max and his rock-hard dick. The speed intensified and peaked, he fucked harder and harder Her moans kept him in rhythm, the pressure became intense but before he could even think clearly, he came into her. Kayla’s warm insides felt great as Max pumped them full of semen, her moans continued. Controlled but still highly aroused. She looked up past that massive gut, staring into the tired eyes of Max. She flashed a triumphant smile, the coyote got off on his pained wheezes, tired out thrusting and Exhausted breathing.

To be honest Max was getting off on it as well.

He was starting to enjoy all this maternal mass.

Max groaned as he felt the litter shift throughout his colossal belly. He had only a few days of pregnancy left and was currently spending it pinned under his own weight. Every slightest shift in his position sent out a maelstrom of creaks from the strained bedframe. Max felt as though his gut was its own thing distinct from his body, it stretched down to his ankles and forced his chubby legs apart, Maxs paws had nowhere to go except to rest them on his tight gut. His skin and fur were pulled tight as a drum, an unprecedented feeling of arousal echoed through him if his gut was stroked or teased, even a light breeze against his navel made the wolf bite his lip. He was starting to wonder how he’d look once the eggs were gone, he wasn’t the skinny wolf he once was. Hopefully he’d still be able to fit up Hiko’s ladder, otherwise his return to smuggling would be short lived. Max pivoted his head left, reaching his paw over the bedside table, despite being a king-size bed it felt like a naval cot. He grasped at the remote for the screen in his room he needed something to distract from the boredom, especially before he started thinking about food again. He flicked the screen to the first thing that was on, a reality Tv show about the struggles of first-time pregnant couples. Max began to roll his eyes, as he saw the lithe hawk and her otter boyfriend, he could only laugh at how much she talked about being a “bloated blimp” and yet she looked smaller than max did after his first week. ‘She thinks one kid is tough for 9 months? Try having a litter of cryiss eggs for a month and a half, then we can talk about a hard pregnancy’ Max thought, but his next thoughts were derailed by a peculiar scene. The hawk lay down in her pristine living-room, belly in the air and let her boyfriend slather her gut in baby oil. Max felt his heart go strange as he watched the viscous liquid pour through her feathers and be stroked against her enlarged midsection, the otter whispered to her about how cute she looked, and he began stroked more deliberately his fingers teasing against her belly button. Max felt a tent forming in his pants right as the show switched scene to the pair out shopping for baby clothes. He huffed a little at the thought of being treated like that, but his mass would demand more than one to keep his gut slathered and massaged. If it weren’t for his crushing pregnant gut, he would have been kicking away the underwear. But before he could think further, he heard a knock against his door. “Come in!” Max yelled to it, watching the door slide open for Charon and Syanthia. August directed them inside and then stood in the doorway, the pair of dragons approached Max, standing close to the bed and looking over his physique.

“I see you are in your final stages” Charon said “you still seem in good health”

“Despite the immobility?” Max responded

“Yes, but don’t worry soon you’ll be back on your paws again” Charon added, shifting his stance a little

“So, what's the reason for the visit?” Max asked looking up at the muscular crystal bound dragon

“Just a final goodbye” Charon said “unfortunately we must leave quickly once the eggs are out of you, but it's nothing for you to be concerned about just need to get back home”

“We want our kids to come into the world where we did” Syanthia said “We’ll not forget you Max, you’ve done so much for us. We're forever grateful and our door is always open to you and August”

“Thanks for trusting me with all of this” Max replied, receiving a firm hug from Syanthia.

“We’ve transferred your payment” Charon said, “but if you ever need more help, just come find us”

Max nodded and smiled “Thanks for everything Charon and Syanthia” he got a final hug from Charon and the pair said their goodbyes, they had to go and arrange priority transport back home, so max would probably see them one final time before going into surgery.

He was surprised at how well this surrogacy thing had turned out, maybe he had a new career ahead of him?...

...Probably not...

...Smuggling was his life and gave him more than enough trouble.

This was just the start of a new beginning.