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It was times like these, Max remembered what his father told him “Even if they beat you senseless, don't stoop to their lows" At least finally, he was doing what dad said; feeling the sharp boot heels of 5 or so angry gangsters across his body. Every blow was a quick piercing pain that made him grit his teeth, mostly hitting the sides of his chest or back as he tossed around on the lifeless metallic floor. Max wanted to get up and run but that wasn't going to end well, instead he lay there and took the assault.

Eventually he heard a low and accented voice call the thugs off “That's enough, I'm sure Max has learnt a lesson in managing his timescales today?" the scruffy dog wore a boiler suit covered in straps and bandoliers, Archie was the kingfish on blue-point station and seemed to be in a constant crisis on whether to appear as the distinguished mafia boss or cutthroat gang leader. Not that it made much difference to Max's steel toe bruised body. The wolf pulled himself to his feet, wiping away the blood from his nose and swallowing his pride “I'm sorry for this latest mistake, I'll make it up to you with a double shipment" Max said, reading from an imaginary script he knew that Archie would like.

In response the dog smiled “I know you shall Max... don't fail me again" after that he walked off with his muscle, leaving Max alone in the disused engineering sector. The grey wolf brushed off his jacket and flight suit, noting the boot marks and further worn-out leather. He then began the slow journey back home. Max Passed tangles of pipes and valves and went up the catwalk. The dead hulks of the giant power plants sat beyond the walkway. Once the beating heart of the station, now nothing but decayed metal, stripped of anything worth selling. Max entered back into the winding and claustrophobic corridors of Bluepoint station, these were the arteries of this place. maintenance personnel, security and station staff used it as a private highway. However these days off limits was more of a suggestion, Max passed through a door that had been hacked open, heading southbound to the docking area. After a few minutes of walking through darkly lit tunnels Max reached the public space of the main service hanger. Hundreds of furs milled about, unloading cargo, standing guard, resting or trying to peddle goods to green nosed sailors on shore leave. At one end near the entrance to space sat all of the vessels, most of them small asteroid mining ships or meant for running light cargo. The largest vessel sat on massive house sized landing gear, a long and thin cargo ship with large spheres along its structures, probably a fuel tanker and if it was fully loaded it would be enough to blow the station into moon dust, but Max stopped himself from getting too excited.

At the other end of the hanger sat the official entrance to Bluepoint, along with religious preachers, bodyguards for hire, beggars, conmen and stick-up crews. Past that was the market, which would sell you anything, as long as it was cheap, stolen or illegal.

Max tried to ignore the pain of his recent life mistakes, but for losing 10,000 credits worth of cargo he'd gotten off far more alive than most. He walked up towards his ship, Hiko. She was large and bulky for her class, with two main thrusters on each side of her, her boxy cargo hold took up all of the bottom section of the ship. A singular ladder leading up to the 2nd floor, with crew quarters and the bridge which had wide view ports and a similar angular design to the rest of the vessel. He climbed aboard the rear access ramp, and his bruised hands pushed the indented console next to it. The door opened after a few seconds instead of automatically, at least August was actually checking the cameras then, he didn't pay them nothing for nothing at least. As always, the empty cargo hold was a depressing sight for Max, smuggling was nothing but small highs and lower lows. He slowly sauntered up the ladder, moving too fast made his ribs hurt. He flopped onto the top floor of his ship, head pointing towards the bridge and feet towards his only crewmate.

“I see you've been working hard" the protogen said, the orange smile on his screen lighting up the dim hallway. August always relished poking fun at Max, his electronic eyes scanning up and down the beaten down wolf. After a few seconds of silence, August reached down and pulled Max to his feet, their paws having a firm grasp beneath the veneer of artificial fur and synthetic skin. “I assume from all the bruises business didn't go to plan?" August asked, crossing his arms against his metallic chest.

“Not exactly" Max replied limping to his room “Need to get Archie a double shipment as an “apology" for wasting his money"

“And how are you going to do that?" August asked, following the wolf into his sparse room “We've got no credits, script or anything else of value and you aren't likely to get any jobs. Being known as Archie's worst delivery boy."

“Just gimme some time to think" Max replied, crawling into his bed. Feeling the echoes of pain from today's beating.

August continued to stand there waiting for an answer “We don't have time to think! Once this month's mooring permit is up, we'll be sleeping in the vent shafts!" The protogen let his demand for a plan linger in the air, the orange light finally fading as they went off to do their own work. As Max stirred in the bed, he couldn't help but think of options he had going forward, 1) Find someone stupid enough to let him smuggle something for him and with how disused Hiko was, that would be a death sentence 2) Let him and August become station vagabonds, which was a life style you couldn't get out of, especially in the Free Development Zone. 3) Try and rob somewhere on the station, but without any fuel for Hiko or any willing fences, that was another dead end.

Max hoped stopping here would just be a brief time to scale back his operations and recover from that disastrous job on Plegasi Minor. Instead, it just became a further whirlwind of failure, debt and bad luck. He was surprised August was still sticking around, but maybe they just wanted to keep their good view for when Max finally bit the big one. Which was a little comforting, one brain and one synthetic brain was better than one. Plus, when August wasn't complaining about Max, they sometimes actually repaired the ship or managed the computer systems, but that was rare. Max stirred less under his cheap blankets as he slowly drifted to sleep, the pain across his body dulling as the bruises turned grey.

Max jolted awake, in response to his alarm. His paw slapping against the floor until the beeping stopped. He then took a moment to stretch, feeling his muscles pulled and back strained. He wanted something to dull the pain, but he wouldn't get anything for free, the wolf lumbered over to the bathroom before turning and leaving. Running water cost money to maintain and August didn't need it so why would he repair it? Max sometimes hated this line of work. With him realising he was still clothed, he decided to just walk out to the bazaar, least he wouldn't have to worry about pickpockets.

The dishevelled wolf wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, just walking and hoping along the way he'd have an idea capable of fixing all his problems. Entering the crowded Bazaar and low-class shopping area filled him with a sense of retched, youthful nostalgia. Critically regarding his own backwater home, riddled with crime. As he walked through the crowds, he passed people flogging everything and anything, Weapons, stolen clothing, fake Jewellery, home-made food, handcrafted keepsakes and data drives loaded with unlicensed games, porn, books and viruses for cheap prices. The place had a unique charm when it wasn't trying to rob you, Max decided to head straight for the Starboard bar. 14 years ago, this was some luxury restaurant on the edge of known space, servicing with luxury and class, to lawyers and corporate higher ups inspecting their new galactic ventures. Today it was your typical dive bar, for angry sailors and ship captains, where fights were common enough and violent enough, that the employees kept the shotgun under the counter loaded with slugs and the safety always off. The bar was crowded, near full capacity, every patron clutching a different sized metal cup, from shots of cheap Glacier whisky to pints of watered-down red dwarf beer. Everyone had a drink but Max. With nothing to buy a drink with and nowhere empty to sit, he decided to stand amongst the hardened sailors and lower-class workers. The smell of cigarettes and over salted chips filled the air, mixing with the scent of spirits. At least this night the bar seemed calm, although Max would've liked something to drink and a place to sit, his legs still ached with tension from earlier today and his mind felt groggy, what with the lack of food, water, low light environment and bruised body. He watched outside as people milled about, a young girl 12 or 13 haggling for soap at one stall, her large fennec ears constantly twitching as she negotiated. In the stall just to their right, a well-built hyena, with a buzz cut, flight suit and armoured vest examined a selection of sawn down Sub machine guns and rifles. His paws grasping tightly around each weapon as he looked down the sight, instinctively adjusting his stance for better accuracy and to control the recoil.

Max was rethinking the idea that Bluepoint was charming, more like a strangely memorable place that seemed like everywhere and nowhere at once. The next stall along caught his eye, a well-dressed station scientist, their uniform grey, with markings that were bright green and a station emblem that was Dark blue. The Sign above their head confirmed Max's assumptions, it red “volunteers wanted" Probably for some sort of medical trial, or experiment. They were down here looking for desperate people, those were the only people who signed up, while the chances for complications were slim, they weren't zero and the whole thing had generated a stigma, 'Anyone without skill could let doctors poke around their bodies for a few hundred credits' was what the people thought. Max however was feeling too desperate to be influenced by the stigma, it seemed like a way to make money that didn't already require money. He walked over to the stall, the scientist was a well-dressed and androgynous, field mouse. They adjusted their rimmed glasses and glanced down at their Personal data unit as Max approached, they seemed relieved to finally be speaking with someone. “So, are you looking to make a valuable contribution to medical science? all participants are paid!" they said looking up at Max. A Security officer briefly peered out from behind the enclosed part of the stall, giving Max a look over as the scientist talked, His visor flicked up and reinforced gloves tensing up as he looked at the unkempt Wolf.

“Just point me in the right direction" Max replied, exchanging a glance with the officer as they disappeared back behind the stall.

“So, you'll need to head up to Sector 8b on floor 5, from there they'll do some basic examinations and tests on you to see if you will fit into any projects their working on. Okay?" The mouse explained, reading effortlessly off of their PDU, brushing their curly hair back as they finished.

Max nodded and began to walk off towards the Bazaar exit, entering the maze of corridors, as he searched for an elevator or set of stairs. He wondered if there was any chance, he would pass these tests, a malnourished and beaten-up ship captain is hardly the best subject for medical testing. His eyes bounced off the metallic walls of the station as he walked towards an elevator. The doors slowly opened and allowed Max to step inside, the interior far cleaner than the part of the station he was in. As the elevator stood there, he eyed the buttons. 7 floors, bottom 3 holding Cargo, power systems, the lower-class population and their living areas. The top floor held communication systems and staff quarters. The mid floors held security, scientific labs, administration centres and corporate representative offices. Max pushed the button for floor 5 and felt his insides jolt as the elevator moved against the station's gravity, he felt his fists instinctively tighten as the elevator moved higher. He assumed security would be suspicious of someone who looked like him coming up here and began to brace for them to get “aggressive"

He leaned back against the wall as he was transported up the station, his back still hurt with a dull pain, the bruises along his arms and chest felt uncomfortable against his flight suit. Max stood to attention as the elevator stopped and door opened. A security officer stood at the door, the dog wore a cap, headset and button up uniform. He stepped forward and began to place his hands on Max, frisking him for any weapons or dangerous items. “I'm here to volunteer for the medical testing?" Max said as the officer frisked him, hoping that would clear some things up. All he caught was the guard's lifeless scorn.

The officer finished his search and stepped back, letting max pass into the busy corridors. The hallways here were far more organised and well maintained, mostly populated with scientific personnel that all walked through the corridor with relaxed looks on their face, most of them clutching equipment and moving with determination or leisurely hold mugs of coffee and lunches as they walked and consumed at the same time. He was surprised at the size of the scientific sector; he didn't think of Bluepoint as a centre for knowledge and research, but Max been proven wrong many times before. He looked at the signage on the walls that arched around the windows, most rooms empty apart from delicate equipment and sparse workstations. He followed the purple band that led towards Volunteering, Max's slow walked caused him to be passed by dozens of people on his way to the testing centre. The would-be shame of stooping low enough to become a lab experiment, had dissolved completely. Max's only sense of shame was towards his empty wallet and cannibalized ship.

The purple directions led him straight to a doctor's office, a tall and slender martin answered the door before Max could even knock. His well-kept, pale white and teal uniform along with circular glasses made him look the part. “I hope you're here for the volunteer testing?" He asked looking at Max's resting frown.

“Yes, I'm here for the testing. Just tell me what I can do and I'll take it" Max replied, the martin smiled and pulled the door open, letting the wolf in as he went to sit down at his plastic desk.

Max continued to stand, watching as the doc pushed keys on his cubic, Akimoto P.W.L that reflected green and black text onto the martins Eyeware. Max heard the doc's chair creak and the electronic hum of the computer as he began reading something out from the screen. “So, you know of the risks and issues these experiments may cause to your person?" the marten said getting back up and inspecting the large machine in the back corner, pushing a few buttons and flipping a few switches.

“Yep, as long as there's some payment" Max replied walking over to the cylindrical machine, it was like a tanning bed crossed with a supercomputer.

“Of course, just disrobe, lay down on the scanner and we'll get a good sense of your health and any medical issues you may have" The martin explained going back to his computer, waiting as Max pulled off his clothes and climbed into the tube. Lying on his back as the heard the scanner work, bright lights moving across his body his grey fur being illuminated with green and yellow LEDs. The cold tube against his bruised body made him uncomfortable, and the tight space made him uneasy.

He heard someone enter the room, the muffled sounds of heavy paw steps and fancy shoes.

“Here is Doctor Fredrickson-" the Voice said, it commanded authority and was presumably showing someone around the space station. “But I think he's in the middle of something" The voice said correcting themselves.

“No don't worry Mam" Fredrickson said, rapidly tapping something on his computer “This scan is nearly done, you're welcome to stay!" the otter got up from his chair.

The lumbering steps of the mysterious third person, approached the machine Max was in. He felt the chamber hiss and slowly open, above him lumbered a large dragon their body lined with cyan crystals and silver scales. An expensive but simple bodysuit wrapped tightly around their frame. As they looked down at the wolf, their curiosity seemed peaked by Max's scruffy appearance. “So, this your latest volunteer?"

“Latest... and first" the otter replied, as the dragon moved away letting Max move over into a sitting position. He got a good look at the voice of authority he'd heard, A fox with broad shoulders and aged look on her face, her orange fur looking faded.

“He doesn't look healthy" She commented “What does his results look like doctor, Fredrickson?" the martin then quickly rushed back to sit at his computer and tell his boss the results.

“It is a very impressive operation; my wife and i are pleased by the tour" The dragon said to the middle-aged fox. The dragon walked over to the otter at his desk and leant over his shoulder watching what Max's results said.

The otter cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses “Well the subject doesn't seem suitable... for any testing; malnourishment, bruising, underweight, low blood sugar-"

“I get the picture" The Fox said, Max felt his anger rise his, final option a failure. But his rage dissipated before he could muster anything.

“What does that mean?" the dragon asked pointing at the screen.

The martin panicked slightly, but began to explain “This just shows general fertility and compatibility levels, he's way above average and with right parts-"

“I need this man" The dragon said walking over to Max.

But the elder fox protested “Wait there, derg this Man is still our subject we can't just give him away!" She raised her voice slightly and the dragon turned around, Max decided to keep quiet and let these people deal with the issue.

“Well, he's not much use to us" the Martin added, the fox then shot him an angry look

The dragon stood their ground, “I agree with your doctor, he's no use to you and he seems perfectly suited for what i need"

The fox frowned further “He's still a resident of this station, you need approval from station higher ups to use him in medical studies!"

“It's not some medical study, it's a private matter" The dragon replied, “Your station will be compensated for this." The dragon continued “Alongside receiving a glowing recommendation for the station and your personal assistance."

The fox's expression softened slightly, she didn't seem happy about giving into what amounted to bribery, but she seemed to lack the energy to press the issue further. She let out a harsh sigh “As long as the station gets compensated for finding your subject... do whatever you want with him" With that she exited the room and Fredrickson followed behind leaving Max and the dragon alone to discuss whatever they wanted.

“So, what do you need me for?" Max asked, stepping over to a comfortable chair in the corner of the room, while the dragon remained standing.

The dragon straightened his back and pushed their slick hair backwards from his eyes, “I'm an "alien". A cryss. We're mostly normal Dragons but reproduction is something that functions noticeably different than most species-" they explained pacing around the room, they seemed far more tense, sombre even as they explained things to Max.

“So where am I coming in?" Max questioned, thinking he'd need to inseminate Someone, even with Max's destroyed libido the promise of a pay check removed any second thoughts.

“It's something unconventional, not something I assume you're familiar with?" The dragon asked, Max stirred in his chair as they danced around the answer, perhaps it was something Max wouldn't even do.

Max enquired, further feeling a pit form in his stomach “And that would be?"

“You would be carrying four of our fertilised eggs till they are ready for hatching, a surrogate pregnancy" The dragon replied, moving closer to Max “My wife has a genetic defect, bearing children is difficult for her. From all of the research I've done and what i just saw, you seem like a good option. All you must do is remain healthy throughout the incubation period and once that is done the eggs will be removed and you shall be free to leave"

Max felt taken aback by the request, Surrogacy? He didn't feel like he fit the bill and if anyone saw him in sweatpants, waddling down the street with a belly full of kids nobody would take his smuggling career seriously anymore. But despite all of that Max needed the cred's and this seemed like the only option, but he still felt like he should refuse this he didn't feel to deserving of an honour like this. “You sure there's anyone else?" Max asked, looking over at the dragon who appeared to be trying to bury their emotions behind a professional gaze.

“No, you are the only one. The chances of someone else with your genetics compatible with ours is astronomically low." The dragon explained, Max could see the emotions trying to scratch out from their eyes, the tears barely held back. Maybe he wasn't worthy, but it was the only option left for either of them. At least he'd make a family, all without the annoyance of having one yourself.

“Alright I'll do it." Max said

“Thank you" The dragon responded as they engulfed the wolf in a hug “Whatever you need, is yours my friend"

Max finally moved away from the embrace “I've got a few things I need to sort out" he said standing up from the chair

“What?"

“Well, I wasn't here for the conversation. I needed whatever Money I could get, especially to deal with debt and to pay for my ship's docking fees" Max said

“that's no problem, I'll give you all you need to end these troubles" the dragon responded, placing a firm hand on Max's shoulder. “Your ship fee shall be covered, and you'll be given accommodation on this level. To ensure the pregnancy is smooth as possible!"

“Can you make sure it's got extra space? I've got a... crew member... they'll stay with me" Max requested

“Of course!" The dragon replied, by now their spirit was one of joyous celebration and they seemed to be ready to fulfil anything Max needed to ensure this Surrogacy went smoothly.

“If this is all too expensive, don't bankrupt yourself just to keep me happy" Max said trying to tamper the dragon's seemingly exorcized caution.

“Don't worry our family is well supported" they responded, “Credits are no issue, the Cryss council helps those in need generously" They explained, Max wished he had a council to generously help him.

Max smiled a little for what felt like the first time in months. It was the strangest job he'd ever taken, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and it seemed like he'd found someone in a similar spot but with a different issue. “I think that's all that I need" Max said after thinking for a moment. The Dragon was bouncing with joy and grasped Max's hand and shook it, their grip powerful and firm. Max couldn't help but feel similarly happy. But he realised he'd still need to deal with the pregnancy for however long was needed and Max was someone out of his field when it came to anything like this.

The next few hours went by quickly, mostly Max was tested further and his ship, August and its few contents was taken to the upper portion of the station. The Hiko was left mothballed in zero-g awaiting refurbishment, while Max was taken to his room and new living space. It was slick but scaled back, only two bedrooms and a living/kitchen area, little decoration and no windows the slick metallic walls were a slightly faded steel colour. The only objects that served as “decoration" was a few lonely potted plants and some copies of bland paintings, hanging on the wall. Max paced around the room; His father always wanted Max to continue the “family tree" but he didn't think the old man had something like this in mind?

He heard the door slide open and he turned to face whoever it was.

Only August and their orange light, Max loosened up a little.

August crossed their arms and gave Max the look, clearly, he hadn't been briefed in advance. “So, what did you do?" August asked, the protogen was always suspicious of Max's plans and efforts in making money, for better or worse.

“It's safe, not even you could find a way to mess it up" Max responded

“Ha...Ha, just tell me how you've sold us up the river?" August replied walking around the room to inspect the decor, he was naturally cautious, and Max couldn't blame them for having a mind-set like that while working for him.

“It's a surrogacy" Max responded, his voice quieting as he stared at the ground.

August turned and looked at the wolf, the face on the screen sprouted a raised eyebrow “I don't understand? I've not got any incubation parts-"

“Not with you... its... me" Max corrected,

“You?! Pregnant?" August exclaimed; his face was now one of sheer surprise as he returned to the wolf. “You've not got the parts for it?" August questioned, the fact they knew what he had down there was an embarrassing memory Max had tried to forget.

“I know! It's an “incubation" the eggs are implanted inside me and... well it progresses like a regular... pregnancy" Max sputtered out, hard boiled space captains weren't known for their vulnerability... or confidence in childbearing.

“So, for all purposes you're getting pregnant for someone's money?" August asked, his suspicion returning immediately “And all this for one pregnancy?" They added

“Are you an expert on the going rates for Surrogates?" Max commented

“Enough to know that it seems like there spending more than you've ever earned in your life on this" August responded

“And that makes you nervous?" Max asked, looking the protogen in their bright eyes.

They frowned slightly at that question “Sort of, just reminds me of the other jobs where you presented something that was too good to be true"

“Don't worry I spoke with them directly. Charon is their name and they've got good relations with the station staff, not a gangster or criminal. Just a desperate person wanting to start a family" Max explained, watching as the protogen's expression ever so slightly relaxed, it was difficult to read protogen expressions, but August was thankfully “expressive" most times.

“Must've been desperate if they're betting their future kids on you" August responded, smiling a little and placing a hand on Max's shoulder feeling the worn-out leather “Just don't mess this up, you ragged old mutt"

Max responded “You too, toaster" August extended their middle finger to Max as they exited the room.

After a few more hours of waiting Charon finally visited Max for a final discussion, the dragon was still pumped up on adrenaline while Max remained reserved, his mind still filled with possible ways for him to mess this up.

"Incubation should only take 6-8 weeks. You'll be carrying 4 eggs they each grow to about the size of..." Charon the measured with his hands a globe the size of a basketball, which mad max wince slightly. “Don't worry they'll only reach that size once they are full term" Charon added, Max straightened his back as they sat at the metallic table, Charon's chair making him seem larger and Max's making him seem smaller.

“Is there any risk of... me... exploding?" Max asked, realizing the somewhat unorthodox choice of words as he watched Charon hear what he said.

“No... i don't think so, your body will be able to accommodate the eggs comfortably apart from some stretch marks and enlarged abdomen" Charon explained, they seemed to know their stuff.

“Any other changes I should expect?" Max questioned, he was wondering if he was going to sprout boobs and start lactating... that thought should've made him more scared or uncomfortable than he expected.

“Well, food cravings, an increase in body mass, feeling more emotional and of course you may find movement difficult in the later stages of pregnancy" Charon responded, “Do you have any other questions?"

“Nothing that comes to mind" Max replied getting up and stretching “I should probably appreciate this mobility while it lasts"

“I assume this means you still wish to go through with all of this?" Charon asked, while he was given the choice Max knew he couldn't say no, for Charon's family to be and Max's survival as anything more than a station beggar.

“I'm sure" Max responded, Charon approached and firmly shook his hand. Max could've sworn their crystals looked brighter the happier the dragon was.

“Thanks again for helping my family with this. Even now I feel the payment is modest in comparison to our appreciation." Charon said, A few solitary tears leaving his eyes.

“Don't worry about paying more, you're giving me all I need" Max responded, smiling as he shook the dragon's hand.

“You are welcome to ask for help from me and my family whenever" Charon said finally stopping the handshake and leaving Max to himself. Max gave him a small wave as they closed the door.

It was the next day that Max was taken to a secluded part of the medical wing. He felt shaky as Charon led him into that sterile room, the doctors crowed the room with their tools. Blue lights illuminating the operating table, Max climbed on and laid back trying in vain to relax. The doctors in their slick white robes began to talk as Charon left the room, discussing the procedure. After a moment of deliberation, a mask was placed on Max's face sitting snuggly on his maw. “Does that fit well?" The doctor asked tightening the straps slightly, but they stopped as Max gave a thumbs up.

“Mask is good, he's ready for the sedative" Another voice said, Max heard something click and the air within the mask turned, the smell was chemically and unpleasant, but he couldn't stay awake to experience it for much longer. His mind quickly tired thoughts melting away as he slipped into complete unconsciousness.

After what felt like only a few seconds Max woke up in a hospital bed, he didn't feel much different from before, apart from a numb feeling across his body. It took a moment for him to full awaken, his limbs finally responding to his commands to move. He rolled around in the bed he dragged a paw across his stomach, expecting a large and firm globe to be forming his midsection. But all Max felt was a small faint scar at the bottom of his stomach and the general flatness he had before. Max then rolled onto his back to look at screen that served as a fake window in the room, a gas giant's great blue aperture slowly taking over the view. Max finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least the operation hadn't been botched so it seemed like he was beginning his pregnant journey for real. He heard a blink from the door, the electronic doorbell signalled a visitor. “Come in!" Max said loudly, the door then swung open and august walked in.

“So, how's pregnancy treating you?" August asked, wandering over to get a closer look at Max “You already look tubbier!" they joked.

“Not as tubby as you, fat ass" Max responded, rolling his eyes at their jibes.

“Not for long, from what Charon told me, you'll blow up like a blimp" August said, “it'll be nice to hear you beg me for help, as you get stuck in a doorway" Max frowned again, asking August for help would be something he'd avoid at all costs.

“Well then i won't get stuck in any doorways. Especially around you, i know the sort of things that “interest" you" Max responded quickly, making the protogen's screen light up with a pink blush and them to make their way to the door.

“Shut up!" August responded looking embarrassed, their snout held high as they exited the door. Max smiled; it was always enjoyable to exact a small bit of revenge on the proto.

About half an hour later Max was visited by Doctor Fredrickson, he seemed glad to be doing work and not just waiting for volunteers that would never arrive. The martin gave him one final examination and cleared him to leave the medical section. He was given his flight suit and Leather jacket back. Pulling the outfit on, he did feel the suit tighter than before. He pulled up the zipper easily and stepped into the bathroom to quickly freshen up. Connected to a cord in the sink was an electric shaver which he used to get rid of his scruffy looking chin and face. Looking into the bathroom mirror felt... weird, he hadn't used them in a while and whenever he looked all he would see is how tired, thin or unkempt his hair was. But looking into the glass Max just saw himself and his mind failed to conjure any words to insult his appearance. He felt great apart from the groggy nausea from his medical procedure. He swept a paw through his hair and smiled slightly at the mirror, before leaving the bathroom and the secluded patient's room. The corridor was moderately busy as max wandered through trying to find a reception desk to sign out at, the fact he was in the maternity ward made him blush a little. He caught a glimpse of a pregnant lady having their stomach measured, he couldn't help but feel tightness in his midsection as he looked away. As the wolf continued his search he glanced along the walls, the typical panel walls of the station were covered in directions to rooms, different wards and general medical advice regarding pregnancy and maternity, Max wasn't even sure the typical rules of pregnancy would apply to him especially considering it would only last 6 weeks and with it being a quadruplet of alien eggs... Max was starting to wonder if by the end of all of this he'd still be able to walk.

Eventually he found his way to the reception and waiting room, August sitting next a loud family which greatly annoyed him. Max signed himself out as August got up shooting a menacing glare to the 3-year-old that kept poking his metallic tail as he walked to meet with Max.

“Thank god, I've had to put up with all that noise for too long" August said, as the pair began walking out of the medical sector.

“Now you know how I feel" Max responded, putting his paws in his jacket pockets.

“At times like this I wish I wasn't programmed to feel pain or annoyance" August responded, rolling their eyes as their tail swished behind them. “So, any big pregnancy cravings yet? Feeling hormonal or queasy?" August asked, smiling at the wolf

“Maybe a craving to disconnect your voice box, but apart from that nothing out of the ordinary" Max replied, his relationship with August was mostly personal insults and arguments, despite this or perhaps because of this August was Max's best and only friend.

“And I thought I should go easy on the pregnant man" August thought aloud, the two headed straight back for their room. Max had no idea what to do other than wait, because of the timescale he assumed changes would come quickly and he would be rid of this strange intermediate period.

Once back inside Max took to the couch to sit and relax, while August retreated to his room to charge up, it was like sleeping but he could go into and out of it quickly and set exact times to do it, Mostly August charged in mid-day or late afternoon and kept awake throughout the night, probably so he could remain awake while Max slept. That was the only subtle way that August showed he cared for Max and a few other slips of the tongue, but all the talk about pregnancy from the protogen was probably just him looking forward to teasing whoever met max in the future with this Knowledge.

The rest of the day went by rather, quickly Max just lay on the couch finally check what the TV had most of it was years old, but that was all you could get on the station's media and entertainment drives. At least Ozsbeck station had its own radio channels, the political talk ones always devolved into an incomprehensible slurry of conspiracies and misunderstanding, entertainment from the crudely unself-aware and morally bankrupt denizens of that slice of sin and paradise. Seemed strange that now he was the one handling pregnancy, a good joke always had a punchline like a freight vessel crashing through orbit.

After ruminating on the past for a while on the couch Max finally stumbled off to crawl into bed and finally sleep. The next 4 days were mostly the same, Max woke up talked with August would maybe watch something or walk around the station and then return eat lunch and then finally dinner, his appetite had certainly increased, and Charon had provided some caloric dense meals to help Max put on some more weight. It was on day 5 he finally noticed he was having some trouble zipping up his flight suit. It wouldn't clear his slightly taut gut, formerly a flat bit of skinny fur now a small, curved belly. It made max excited and then... A feeling of dread. If this was how much he grew in 4 days... Max could hardly think of how big he'd be by the end of it. Instead, he decided to go and have breakfast and hopefully forget his approaching issue, putting his flight suit on but leaving it mostly unzipped. “Aren't you going to zip your suit up?" August asked sneaking up to Max's side, he internally groaned. Now that August had noticed it, he would never be left alone about it. “HOLY CRAP!" They exclaimed, pointing at Max's gut “You're finally blowing up! And after only 4 days!" Max winced as August repeated what the wolf had thought, but with the protogen's voice every exclamation sounded worse to Max.

“Just let me have some breakfast, I need something sweet" Max said pulling his jacket away and inspecting his belly. He sat down at the table and began to idly rub his tummy, the wolf gave August a look of hunger, the Protogen rolled their eyes and stared back at the needy wolf. But they then relented quickly, “This is the only time I'll do this for you." August stated as he looked inside the drawers and pantry of food.

“Please, can you make me something sweet?" Max asked, causing the Protogen to seriously consider abandoning their efforts.

“Fine, I'll make you pancakes. For your fatass" August replied, max smiled and lent back in his chair as the Protogen got to work, searching the pantry for sugar, milk, eggs and flour. The protogen had vague memories of how to cook pancakes from previous work, but nothing felt concrete in his mind. As they worked the stove top mixing together a batter, Max couldn't help but salivate, he just needed the sugary and sweet food his body yearned for. His mind began to flow with lurid fantasies regarding all the sweet food, then he imagined a release to his yearlong sexual abstinence. All that built up pressure demanded a release.

But he was snapped from his dreams by a plate of pancakes being dropped in front of him, “There, eat up" August said taking a towel and wiping the condensation off their visor.

“Thanks, august" Max said

“I'd rather this than constant complaints about your pregnancy cravings" August replied, heading to their room for some alone time. Max blushed a lot at the mention of maternal cravings, seemed he was becoming as pregnant as the usual folks. But all Max could imagine was those gangsters who kicked him down till he stopped squirming, seeing him like this the giant maternal gut, tight with eggs. Max waddling down the corridor, his back arched and stomach shifting slightly with every step. His chubby thighs and butt ruined by all the pregnant snacking shaking slightly beneath his bursting flight suit. Max would never find work again if he was seen like that, and now it was seeming like that reality could only be an understatement.

Max finally pushed those thoughts aside and began to devour those pancakes, he ate aggressively, spearing each pancake on his fork and tearing off chunks with his teeth. They all tasted delightfully sweet, all that sugar in the pancakes and sweet syrup quenched his hunger for sweetness at least for breakfast. With that quickly devoured Max decided to head out for a walk, with his fluffy belly poking out he hoped he wouldn't receive to many stares. Plus, he much preferred this to whatever exercise classes Charon had tried to coax him into to. He exited the room and began his walk; the home area corridor was quiet by now everyone who lived here was off working. Almost all of them were station staff security, scientific personnel, administration. Max walked slowly, the pristine corridors giving him a feeling of unease, as if this place needed to be scrubbed clean of the dirty synthetic superiority, they had over the people down in the lower levels. Max couldn't help but be thankful this stay would be temporary; he stepped into an elevator and pushed the button to go one floor up, the office sector had better views and more space to roam. But before the door closed fully a paw quickly stuck in between the closing doors, barely avoiding getting crushed. “S-sorry..." the coyote stammered out through empty breath, her chiselled waist and limbs slowly limping into the elevator with Max. She tried in vain to wipe the sweat from her brow, her shoulder length hair was messy, her sports bra plus shorts combo looked hastily put on and tight around her ample rear and chest. She took deep breaths and leaned down placing her paws on her knees as she huffed in the recycled station air.

“Are you alright?" Max asked, she looked as if she was finished running a marathon and that seemed unlikely considering the size of the station and lack of sports facilities.

“Yea... just... getting the... body working" She replied, looking up at the wolf and leaning back against the wall her paws tugging at the sports bra trying to make it fit comfier

“Seems like you're selling your workout short" Max commented

“Maybe a little... what are you up... to?" She asked

“Going for a walk" Max responded as the elevator whirred to a stop and doors slid open “This is my stop" Max added stepping out into the relatively open corridors

“Guess it's mine too" she said following Max out “Although i would prefer to sit down somewhere cool. My name is Kayla"

“Max"

“You, new to station life as well?" She asked as they began to slowly walk, Kayla pushed the hair out of her face, her body still glistening with sweat.

“No, I'm a ship captain. See a lot of stations, this is just a temporary residence" Max replied, Kayla smiled warmly as he spoke there was something else to it that struck a chord with him, but he couldn't narrow that down.

“Is that a fun job?" She asked as they neared the secluded “outdoor" seating area, surrounded with cheap plants and plastic palm trees.

“I don't know that's something i haven't really figured out" Max said as she ducked in behind the bushes, Max followed after a moment of waiting.

Max felt the gentle air flow heading from where Kayla stood, “So what do you do for a living?" Max aske heading to her side. Kayla stood with her bra pulled up her chest against the machine that blew gentle cold air into the open seating area. Max blushed as he could help but stare at her massive breasts, each framed with metal piercings and dripping with sweat.

She noticed max and smiled awkwardly “So... about my job, if you're a little crazy I'll give you a... demonstration" she pulled of her sports bra and turned to Max, “I did notice that little desperate look you gave, I assume you've been holding it in for a while?"

“Y-yes" Max responded

“Hehe, me too" She replied casually, moving towards Max with a happy smile. “Let's release some of that pressure, shall we?"

“Yes, Ma'am" Max replied on autopilot, The moved together in a warm embrace. Max's arms locked around her bare shoulders as they kissed, he felt her ample chest push against him. Her muscled arms pulled his jacket away, letting it fall to the floor. Max could barely contain his excitement, his paws moved down trying to poke in between her tight shorts and feel that big butt. But Kayla needed his arms to his sides to get his flight suit off. He pushed it to the ground; Kayla focused her attention on his boxers straining to hold in his dick. Max Pulled the boxers down, watching Kayla smile as his cock shook free, settling into its rock-hard position. Kayla pushed closer grasping Max's cock in one paw and grabbing an ass cheek in the other. Despite the cool air the pair sweated profusely as they made love, Kayla feeling the wolf's heat up as she slowly began to shift his cock back and forward. Max felt his legs quiver, he could do this standing up. “Wait a sec" Max said getting down onto the artificial grass and laying on his back, Cock in the air feeling the gentle breeze as they coyote jerked it slowly. She made him moan; every ounce of pleasure being extracted from Max's throbbing length. Kayla seemed very experienced in situations like this, right as max felt the arousal of slow masturbation beginning to fade, she launched right into a fast and aggressive massage of his dick. He moaned again, loud enough to draw attention but he barely noticed, her fingers grasped tight around his cock squeezing into the tip slightly as she pulled it up and down. It was heaven, she whispered in his ear “You like that wolf? You love it don't you? Getting handled by a big buff girl!"

Max moaned out a response “Oh G-god yes!" She thrusted faster “Ungh! U-uunghh!" Max felt the pressure in his cock rise quickly “OH Fucc-k!" Max felt it reach the apex, his entire body felt an intense heat and it felt his body felt shifted to another plain of understanding, finally with his arousal at its peak he finally released “UNGH-H!" Max finally came.

his warm seed leaked from his cock, mostly getting on Kayla's hand that was still firmly gripped. He looked down in a complete mist of euphoria and watched as Kayla withdrew her hand, his erect length slowly being covered as semen slid down from the tip.

“Hehe, that feel good Max?" She asked, holding her cum soaked hand out to her left as she adjusted her posture and brushed her hair from her face.

“Yes" Max replied in an out of breath and joy filled tone. The pair laid together for a bit as max caught his breath.

“Excellent" Kayla said, stretching her back and rubbing her Left hand on the fake grass to get some of the cum off. “What say we go for round two? Instead, you'll have a target to aim for" she told Max as she ditched her own shorts and laid down on the grass.

Max took a moment to lay there, letting euphoria comfort him as he lay on uncomfortable artificial grass. Finally, he scooted over to Kayla and looked at her, Max's erection calling to be slid into her warm pussy. “Let's stay in this position I want to see that look in your eye again" she said smiling as he began to insert his penis into her.

Kayla smiled as Max pushed his cock further in “Ohhh-h yes, that's good!" She said her voice slightly unsteady. Max began to thrust back and forth, she grasped at his waist and gritted her teeth slightly, showing off a mischievous smile. Max kept going his hard cock went smoothly through Kayla, Max smiled as he felt her warm insides against his dick. The coyote hadn't tensed up and seemed fully engaged in feeling the stimulation Max provided, she seemingly took joy in watching Max's exerted expressions. Max slowly began to thrust harder; Kayla shook more, and her grip tightened slightly before releasing. She seemed to be returning to a familiar groove, while Max was just trying to work from the fading memories of his last time in bed with someone.

“Hehe, y-you aren't t-that Bad!" She joked as her chest shook and Max thrust even faster and harder. Max's unbreaking focused stopped him from responding to that appraisal, instead he just focused on the rhythm of his thrusts using his knees and arms to fuck her as hard as she wanted. Max finally moved into his attack, thrusting as fast as he could manage, pulling his cock back quickly before aggressively plunging it back inside. “OH G-ggod!" Kayla moaned as her body shook from the force of Max “Please breed me! Make me a pregnant girl!" She moaned loudly as max reached an apex once again, and his entire body stirred. He released the pressure as he pushed his cock deep inside her, filling her insides with a load of hot semen. “OH MY-“ She began to screech in arousal before Max placed a hand over her mouth, He watched as her eyes painted an image of pure lust, the wolf keeping her silent in the middle of the station offices just made the situation hotter. The coyote followed Max's performance as he felt her own fluids spurt from her inside. Covering his cock and beginning to mingle with his as it leaked out onto the grass. Max felt amazing, he leant in to kiss Kayla and the two shared a moment after the impassioned love making. “Not too bad Captain" she said as Max pulled out from within her, getting more of their fluid on the artificial grass.

“Glad to be of service" Max replied as he stood up straight, saluting with two fingers. “Best get outa here before anyone finally decides to check where the moaning was coming from" he said as he pulled his clothes back on

“They'll know some fun was had here; just hope they don't test all that DNA you sprayed over the floor" She responded cheekily.

“Well let's hope they don't identify you from all that moaning you did" Max shot back, smiling as he watched the coyote pull her exercise clothes back on, she seemed a lot calmer than before.

“Thanks for that, Max. To be honest i didn't expect you to do this" she said as they exited the garden area and quickly began to walk away from their crime scene.

“You and me both. Where I'm from when people give out propositions like that, instead you'd get nothing but a concussion and empty wallet" Max explained as they walked along the sterile corridors, every room either up for rent or occupied by some strange company or business collective.

“You seem to have quite the adventurous life, wolfy" Kayla commented, her face beaming with joy. Max couldn't help but smile too, especially with what they'd just done.

“From my perspective its draining" Max responded, he looked past Kaylas radiant face and looked at the offices behind her. Enough space for a hundred workers and all he could see was a janitor and 2 men in boiler suits smoking. Max was correct in his suspicions that Bluepoint station wasn't a hub for industry or commerce, seems liked most of the office space here was vacant or rented just so a company could claim some tax benefit, tax claim or tax break. Whatever it was the corporations loved to be able to lose money and mismanage assets then get rewarded for it. Max finally snapped out of his daydreaming, “So what do you do for a living?" He asked Kayla as they turned towards an elevator, looking to exit before anyone noticed how they looked.

“What we just did was unpaid overtime" she said, grinning.

“Prostitute?" Max asked

“Nah, i don't put a price on a good time... at least like that" She responded, as they entered the elevator and Max pushed the button for his floor.

“What's that mean?" Max still didn't understand

“I create art" Kayla said, she had a look on her face telling max that he should know what she meant.

“Still ain't understanding" Max reiterated

“I make pornography" Kayla said after sighing a little “And not that cheap drivel, I try and make it classy“

“Classy?" Max asked, He wasn't an expert on porn but Classy wasn't a word he'd use to describe it.

Kayla began to explain in greater detail “Well instead of the typical stuff, you know that goes straight into the sex parts. We give more context, more character and background." Max gave a confused look; he was clueless when it came to the porn industry. Kayla rolled her eyes before smiling a little “Think of it like some poorly written action film, sure its decent, but it's not got the context to make the action all the better, we do the same"

“That makes more sense" Max mused “So what do you do on these?"

“Director, Writer or Actor mostly, I used to want to be a big budget film maker, but none of the big corporate studios want something risky or out there from a first-time writer. Porno is a lot better with stuff that isn't mainstream" Kayla explained further, but she noticed the elevator finally reaching Max's floor.

“I've got to head back" Max said as the doors pulled opened

“This has been pretty fun" Kayla responded, smiling as she began to shake Max's paw.

“I like listening to you talk about you're work" Max said

“Well, how about you meet me at the garden spot again, 2 weeks from now? I could show you a few of my films" She asked, placing a hand across the door to stop it sliding close.

“Sure, 6PM work for you?" Max responded

“Of course, see you there Sexy" Kayla replied as the doors closed, Max realizing he'd gotten what could be seen as a date. He began to walk back to the room he shared with August, hopefully they were charging, or Max would end up barraged with questions mostly regarding how he looked like he'd just gotten laid. He took a breath for strength as he stepped in front of the door to his room, letting it slide open he walked inside and went straight for the bathroom. August was nowhere to be found, so Max quickly tossed his clothes into the washer-dryer machine. Letting it whirr for a moment before he climbed into the shower.

As the water turned on Max smiled, the warmth rushing down his body and clearing away the sweat that had coated his fur. It flowed down over his pregnant belly, the water splashing against its sensitive mass, while small now Max was expecting to become huge in a matter of weeks and that would make most things more complicated.

He then realized what he'd agreed to with Kayla, two weeks from now. By then Max would barely fit through her doorway! He frowned as the water brushed over him. Maybe he should've thought more before agreeing to something, hell by that time who knows if he'd still be mobile!

Max got out of the Shower and wrapped the towel around his waist, his clothes were still in the machine. But luckily Max was given a lot of spare maternity clothes by Charon and despite his reservations he might as well get comfortable with them now, before they'd become the only thing he could wear. He found them in a bedroom cabinet, all new and unworn, labels still attached. The clothes made of synthetic fibres and compounds designed to give comfort and stretch to account for pregnant figures, while remaining cheap to produce. Max sighed and pulled some of the clothes out, tearing off the labels and beginning to pull them on. The light grey pants and black underwear were easy to get on, even a little baggy on his frame but the adjustable waist band allowed him to tighten it up. He looked at himself in the mirror, his grey furred tummy looked bigger than before but that may have been because of baggy pants hiding his waist and legs.

Max breathed deeply and pulled on the shirt which was large and didn't fit him at all. By the time he could fit into it, he'd wouldn't be able to get off the couch. Max pulled of the oversized shirt and tossed to the ground; it was way too big to be comfortable to wear and he was sure August wouldn't keep his mouth shut if Max was topless. August's “attraction" towards Max was an elaborate joke, even though the wolf knew fully about it there was times he'd wonder if it was a cover something else... feeling that were realer and they let on.

Max flopped down in his bed, today had been exciting and relieving in all the right ways, even as the lingering anxiety regarding his pregnancy grew.

Max was finally feeling the effects of the pregnancy, especially as he tried to push himself up from bed. 3 days until his “meeting" with Kayla and he had ballooned up quickly in the past week, his stomach was now a wide and gravid globe like he'd swallowed a prize-winning watermelon whole. He groaned as he tried to push past his gut, but it was hopeless and after a dozen tries, he flopped back down into the soft bed and took a deep exhausted breath. He was hungry for something sugary again but trapped by this boulder in his midsection, he sighed again louder now as he braced for an assault of jokes and comments from the protogen. “AUGUST!" Max yelled out “Need your help in here!"

It took a moment, but August entered the room quicker than expected. They looked up and down at Max “What's the issue?" August enquired as they stepped forward looking around the metal walls and checking the rooms environmental controls.

“It's... nothing to do with that i just... need a hand" Max asked, pre-emptively rolling his eyes.

“Huh, i can see that." August commented smiling holding a metallic paw out for max to grab “Told you. It would all end up with you begging me for help and with how much you've grown in such a short time, I bet things won't get much easier!" They cheerily reminded Max making him groan as they pulled the Wolf up, Max pushed up from his sitting position to standing.

He arched his back and rubbed his tightly packed stomach, “this is already a pain in the ass" Max moaned out as he stretched slightly.

“Pain in the spine seems like a more fitting statement" August added, poking Max's gut curiously “you know your bloated and engorged form gives me an idea on how to smuggle some stuff-"

“Can it, August thinking about smuggling is just more stress I don't need" Max interrupted as he walked out into the living room.

“Well let's hope when we return you don't put too much stress on the ship" August responded quietly, following Max.

“I just need food and to lay on the couch all day" Max said to himself as waddled into the kitchen beginning to scour the food storage for snacks. Max grasped at the overprocessed chips; factory produced snack cakes, gummy candies and chocolate bars. The wolf then lumbered over to the coach and sat down with their feast.

August quickly moved to block their vision of the screen, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news-"

“You don't" Max said through a mouthful of chips.

“Today is that maternity fitness course and then Charon wants to go out for dinner with you and their wife. Remember, he gave you that big calendar?" August explained watching the Wolf quickly deflate Infront of their eyes, Max groaned and moaned loudly upon realizing that August wasn't joking, and he'd have to go there.

Max leaned back and looked utterly crushed for a few moments, taking a few moments to think to himself before breathing in and out. “And when is that?" Max asked

“12:45" August instantly relayed, His computerised brain was always good at remembering numbers and dates.

“Good that means i can sit here and stuff my face for 2 and a half hours" Max replied, looking at the wall mounted digital clock, before shovelling another handful of chips into his mouth. August simply left the room, Max seemed hell bent on eating those snacks on the couch as he watched something terrible on the screen. If august tried to intervene now, he didn't think things would end up well.

As the movie on the screen began to submerge Max's senses he began to tear through the chips, the artificial cheese and chili taste coated his taste buds and calmed his senses. One paw remained rested on his pregnant gut stroking gently, as the other grasped handfuls of chips for him to devour straight from a family share pack. As he felt the pack grow light his paws shifted around and tore open the other containers of food ripping through the thin metallic packaging, his paws scratching against the laser ingrained and vaguely defined, ingredients list.

He grasped at those snack cakes and gobbled them up, any normal person would be quickly overwhelmed by the sugary taste of frosting and jam that covered the small loafs of cake. But Max shovelled a whole pack of them down his throat before he could even think, and he had already moved on to consuming another pack of snacks. Max was at peace, his brain focused on taking in the unfolding movie in front of him while the remaining portions of his mind focused on eating the snacks, consuming them and enjoying their taste and flavour. Indulging fully in the comfort and relaxation of letting his brain turn off after years of constant overthinking, and planning, and improvisation, and negotiation, and paranoia.

He continued to engorge as time faded into obscurity, all he had was the comforting rhythm of eating and taking in what was on the screen. By the time Max was through most of his snacks, August returned to the room. The protogen once again blocked his view of the screen and began to talk, “Max i think you should stop with all the snacking for now, otherwise they're going to have to wheel you into the yoga session. Which is in 40 minutes by the way!" August explained, but Max continued to chomp away at his snacks. His eyes barely paying attention to August. “You aren't listening" they said.

“I don't need to listen, just leave me alone and let me deal with what comes next myself" Max responded “Get out! “ The venom in his voice and lack of care really pissed August off. They left for a moment entering the kitchen to gather some things

“What? so you can stuff your fatass? Well, how about i help you with that!" August proclaimed re-entering the room, his hands filled with even more snacks. The protogen climbed onto the couch and began force feeding max whatever he could grasp from beside him. Pushing in handfuls of cured meat, cheese, cake and even more chips. Max squirmed a little, but his lethargy and mass were easily subdued by the angry proto. They continued to shove more and more calories down the wolf's throat, he had no choice but to chew and swallow as quickly as he could. Max could hardly keep up with the pace at which he was stuffed, his gut felt tighter than ever. Max gobbled up the cuts of meat, cheese and bread that August forced into his maw, after exhausting all that August grasped at cans of grey milk and pushed them against his lips, forcing Max to chug down the creamy substance, the coldness made him squirm a little, but August forced him to continue consuming. The bizarre punishment continuing “You are such a fat and greedy, asshole!" August snarled out “As soon as you've got everything laid out on a plate for you all you want to do is to lay here like a lazy slob!" Max heard those words loud and clear, August was giving him a taste of his own medicine, after all of this Max didn't think he'd need to eat again for weeks. They tossed the cartons of milk aside and started to stuff handfuls of Chips and candies into Max's greasy maw. He felt ready to pop moments ago but now it seemed he'd passed a plateau of stomach capacity, hopefully August would stop before Max exploded. But as they continued stuffing him faster and faster, forcing him to consume the strange mix of salty chips and sugary gummy candy. “You still aren't even full? You are such a disgusting, lard coated, whore!" August blurted out. Max began to feel the edge of his gut near his knees, bloated beyond recognition all that size and tautness from August's aggressive punishment. Max couldn't help but turn red as August continued to insult him, 'was i enjoying this?' he thought, as the protogen loomed over him stuffing him further and further with whatever it could find. August seemed to enjoy releasing that pent up anger against Max, using his control of the situation to stuff him until he was sick and if he didn't end up sick off the food that would just confirm to the proto how much of a shameful glutton Max was.

Their synthetic hands finally ran out of things to stuff Max with, they took a moment to inspect the damage. His belly had doubled in size and around the belly button there was a reddish hue showing off the distended globe, how incredibly stretched it was. August began to rub his paws against that colossal stomach, teasing Max further with how massive he was. “You are so big! Such a waddling fatass, all this stuffing and gluttony will turn into fat that will encase your body. All this... baby weight" August said poking against the furred ball that sat in front of him. His synthetic paws clawed against his belly trying to jiggle it, feeling the tightness of his skin. Max looked at the protogen bleary eyed and barely able to think straight, he was slipping into a food coma. “Not so fast, you've still got that fitness course to do" August said wrapping his paw around Max's chin, they thought for a moment “I let you have a... “short" nap" Max then felt his eyes shut as August slinked off.