Fertility or Virility Part 2

For part one, check here: https://www.deviantart.com/mpcreativearts/art/Fertility-Or-Virility-Chapter-1-6-751008000

(Authors note: The pronouns associated with the main character reflect how he sees himself.)

The words of the doctor, or whatever she was, kept resonating in his head. Rubbing his belly, Shane stopped by a clothing store in an effort to find outfits that would possibly hide his bulging belly. It certainly wasn’t the most flattering attire but at least he was covered. Of course, while he was shopping, several women commented on his pregnancy, even going as far as rubbing his belly! The attention, admittedly, was rather nice though he was struggling with how the attention made him feel. To all these people, he was a woman. In all fairness, there really was nothing male about him any longer but that wasn’t going to stop him from thinking of himself as a man. With several outfits picked out, Shane walked to the cashier, who smiled. “Did you find everything okay miss?”

Embarrassed, Shane nodded. While ringing him up, the cashier made small talk. Shane wasn’t paying attention though. His eyes were watching the screen as the total of the clothing rose higher, and higher. Shocked, Shane swiped his credit card knowing he didn’t have enough in his bank account to cover the three-hundred-dollar total. The outfits weren’t so bad but getting shoes had really hurt. Thanking the cashier, Shane left the store carrying two bags and made a beeline for the food court. True to Phoenix’s word, Shane found himself ravenously hungry just from walking around inside the mall. Three double cheeseburgers and three orders of large French fries later, Shane rubbed his belly happily, grabbing an extra-large milkshake as he walked out of the mall and to his car. 

Work had never been as difficult as it was now. Fortunately for Shane, his office had high desks, which gave him the ability to tuck his belly underneath. The main issue was how hungry he seemingly always was. Not wanting to have to walk around anymore than necessary, Shane had started bringing in snacks. One day, he had bought a bunch of candy bars with the intention of leaving them in his desk drawer. By the end of the day however, the entire bag was empty! To not draw attention to his body, Shane made sure that he was the first in the office, and the last one to leave. 

A few weeks passed and with that came more growth. All the sweets he’d been eating seemed to go directly to his hips and backside, while at the same time, Shane’s belly had not slowed in its growth either. The clothing store happily returned the shoes but would not accept the tops or pants back. After all, a pregnant woman can’t continually bring back their clothing. To compensate for the added girth around his belly, Shane’s feet had also grown another two sizes and were now a size twelve. Being as short as he was, the foot growth was very noticeable to him, but most people were focused on the twin-sized pregnant belly. From behind, Shane’s hips and backside were garnering catcalls and whistles. Every time he heard them, Shane felt both elation, and deflation. Perhaps it was the female hormones, but he found himself getting turned on by the attention. At the same time, his male mind wanted to punch every man that said anything!

There was however, another problem Shane could already see. His bank account was already near depletion despite having gotten a paycheck. With so much growth happening, Shane was in a state of perpetual hunger. Much of the weight was now sticking to his thighs and with how many calories he would ingest in a day, it didn’t take long for his thighs to catch up with the rest of his lower body. Hoping to stop the clothing issue, Shane had invested in several pairs of leggings, designed to look like slacks or jeans, but extremely stretchy. For tops, he’d found a company that made professional looking clothing but the fabric was much like the leggings. That, along with half sweaters and a large trench coat were just enough to remain inconspicuous to his workplace.

At the beginning of the second month however, Shane found himself in a no-win situation. The company was having a meeting to celebrate the quarterly earnings and all employees were required to be present. Not only was he not going to be able to hide his belly, but the stretched material around his body left very little to the imagination. The trench coat would have to be utilized, though he’d have to do his best to stay away from people. An idea popped into his head and just before everyone got up to meet in the room, Shane hurried to the bathroom. At least, doing this would give everyone else a chance to get seated in the meeting room. Then, he could just sneak in the door and sit all the way in the back.

Hearing the meeting begin, Shane exited the bathroom and walked in, finding an extra chair near the back and sitting down. Five minutes into the speech from the president of the company, the back door opened and several people carrying trays of food placed them along the back table of the room. As soon as the caterers left, Shane scooted forward in his chair, mesmerized by the smells emanating from the table. Maybe just a bite or two while the president was talking wouldn’t hurt. After all, there were copious amounts of goods. While still paying attention to the speech, Shane casually snuck a bite here and a bite there. As he ate, his belly grumbled, making Shane eat at a faster pace. On more than one occasion, Shane shifted his chair in order to sit in front of a new platter.

Forty minutes later, the audience cheered and clapped upon hearing the quarterly figures were so impressive, everyone would be receiving a bonus. In addition, behind them was a catered smorgasbord of food. When Shane heard that, his eyes widened and he attempted to get up. Unfortunately for Shane, his belly had gained several inches due to the large meal and upon standing, his belly knocked over the table he was sitting at. The entire company turned when they heard the sound of platters crashing to the ground and stared, slack-jawed at the sight. Shane had eaten the entire spread of food. Upon standing up, his trench coat opened, exposing his massive belly. “I’m… I’m sorry about this. I got a bit hungry.”

He couldn’t even look up, as everyone was staring, gawking at him. Unable to take the stares, he turned and attempted to run out of the room. After the first step however, a loud rip was heard and Shane stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t realize it, but Shane’s trench coat had caught under the chair. The gawking and staring turned into an uproar of laughter as Shane’s pants, already more than skintight, had ripped directly up the center seam. Any attempts to cover his prominent posterior were in vain as his small hands couldn’t cover a single cheek. Each was easily the size of a softball at this point and was barely covered with a frilly pair of panties. Looking back on it all, female panties probably weren’t the greatest idea but with all the hormonal changes in his body, male boxers were too constricting around his hips. Shane walked out of the room backwards, his hands clinging to the remaining shreds of his pants in the front so as not to let anyone see the smooth surface in the front of his panties.

It was no surprise that Shane was called into the office of the Human Resources manager on Monday morning. “Mr. Tanner, after the debacle at the staff appreciation banquet the firm has decided to terminate your employment.”

It was bad enough that Shane had already been humiliated in front of the entire office, but now he was getting fired too? “Please, there has to be a way for me to atone for what I did. I swear I didn’t mean to eat everything!”

“There is a way for you to atone Mr. Tanner. You were due a bonus for the quarterly earnings. That bonus will be used as restitution for the food you ate. You aren’t being terminated because of the food though.”

“I don’t understand! Why am I being fired then?”

The woman shifted awkwardly in her seat as she looked down at her notes. “When you had your… wardrobe malfunction, we received a half-dozen complaints. I don’t know how else to say this Mr. Tanner so I’ll just come right out with it. Other employees have filed sexual harassment complaints on you.”

“What?! I’ve never done anything to anyone!”

The outburst changed Shane’s tone from the faux-male voice to his now natural, feminine timbre. The Human Resources manager’s eyes widened. “They claim… that they are uncomfortable with the changes in your body.  No one said anything, as you kept to yourself but the sight everyone saw at the banquet made them come out. More than half of the complaints have told us that they will leave the firm. We really have no other choice Mr. Tanner.”

There was little Shane could do about it. While he felt the firing was completely unfair, he couldn’t deny that he did expose himself to everyone in the company even though it wasn’t his intention to do so. Quietly, Shane collected his belongings and left the firm. The moment he got to his car, Shane kicked off the dress shoes he was wearing to allow his size thirteen feet to breathe. What was he going to do now? With no job, it would only be a matter of time until his credit card would be maxed out and his bank account depleted. 

For the next two weeks, Shane’s hunger continued to grow, along with her belly, hips, backside, and feet. The belly growth wasn’t just pregnancy either, as the countless buffet visits had caught up with him. The clothing store he’d used several times (and exchanged items several times) no longer had clothes that would fit his growing body. In just two weeks, Shane had gained another twenty-five pounds, putting him at an alarming two hundred ten pounds. Finding himself severely bottom heavy and unable to find any footwear other than flip-flops, Shane picked up the phone and dialed the doctor’s office.

“Phoenix Pharmaceuticals, this is Virceena, how may I help you?”

“Hi Virceena, this is Shane Tanner. I’d like to make an appointment with Phoenix?”

“Please hold for a moment.”

Sitting on his couch, Shane’s hand traced over his massive belly while chuckling slightly as the song ‘Black Magic Woman’ was the on-hold music. Moments later the song stopped and Virceena returned. “Mr. Tanner? Phoenix has an appointment opening today in two hours. Will that work?”

“Yes it does, I’ll be there!”

Putting the phone down, Shane bit his lip. The rubbing of his stomach had turned him on. It was becoming a frequent event in all honesty, though he never wanted to admit it. For how large he had become, Shane found the only way to really take care of his arousal was to lay on the bed with his backside against the headboard of his bed. From there, his legs would be forced up the wall, making his belly pull downward towards his chest. Being as he had over an hour to kill, Shane elected to take care of himself before leaving.

Once finished, Shane wiggled into a pair of yoga pants and a halter top. Walking to the door, keys and wallet in hand, Shane slid his feet into the only pair of flip-flops and headed to his car. Clothing was not the only thing Shane had to wiggle into. Even with the seat back as far as it could go, his belly touched the wheel and his hips barely fit in the seat. Being in the car made him feel extremely claustrophobic, forcing him to roll the windows down. The cold breeze outside was enough to make Shane’s nipples harden, accentuating his budding B-cup breasts.

A short drive later and Shane found himself in the parking lot of the clinic. Waddling to the door, Shane cursed under his breath as he saw a sign on the elevator stating it was out of order. He’d already found that his body wasn’t equipped to use stairs when walking up a single flight at his old workplace. The clinic was on the seventh floor! Not wanting to trip, Shane removed his flip-flops, holding them between his fingers as he began the slow climb up the stairs. 

“Mr. Tanner? Are you okay?”

Virceena came around the reception desk as Shane entered the clinic. His outfit, already skin tight, was now stuck to every curve as sweat dripped off his forehead. “Can I get a glass of water please? I hope I’m not late.”

Moving quickly, Virceena returned with a cold glass of water. “You are a little late, but it’s not an issue. Phoenix will be out shortly. Please, have a seat.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. Shane’s legs felt like jello after the seven-flight climb. Looking down, his feet, which already stuck out quite a ways were swollen as well. The door opened and Shane heard the clicking of a pair of heels coming towards him. No, not a pair of heels, two pairs of heels? Looking up, Shane gasped at what Phoenix looked like. Still incredibly tall and well built, Phoenix appeared much the same from head to waist. From there, her lower body was that of a horse! “Ms… actually I cannot remember your last name.”

“It’s okay Mr. Tanner, miss will do just fine. Would you like a ride? Virceena informed me that the elevator was inoperable and given your current size, I’d imagine the climb took a bit out of you?”

“That would be wonderful miss! Just give me a minute to stand up.”

Gripping the chair handles, Shane shook a bit as he tried to stand. Partway up, Shane’s ample hips caught the arms of the chair and he bounced back onto the chair. Phoenix extended her hand while her horse half knelt down to allow Shane to get on. With Shane in tow, Phoenix walked slowly to the clinic door as her assistant Vagabond held the door open. The back area of the clinic was nothing like he’d remembered it. Hallways were wider, as were doorways. In addition, the floor was now grass and dirt! “If you are curious about my figure, understand that I always test my products prior to releasing them to the public. This specific formula is designed with farmers in mind. Many times, daughters wish to help out with day to day operations but find their bodies ill-equipped to handle the rigors of farming.”

“So you turn them into centauresses?”

“This is one form of the series I’m designing. I plan on having several other options available.”

Vagabond held the door to Phoenix’s office open as she walked through. The office was easily five times larger than before. Her desk chair was replaced by a large pile of hay while the decor was reminiscent of a barn. Closing the door, Vagabond hurried over to Phoenix, grabbing a grooming brush and getting to work. “Now Mr. Tanner… or are you referring to yourself as Ms. Tanner now? What can I do for you?”

Shifting uncomfortably in the chair, Shane blushed. “I’m still a man… at least in my mind I am.”

“Of course, darlin’. What brings you here today?”

“Miss, I don’t know what to do anymore. I was fired from my job after an incident and I…”

“What kind of incident Mr. Tanner? Were you caught with another man?”

“No! Nothing like that! I just… well, I kind of ate the entire banquet meal and then ripped my pants in front of everyone.”

Phoenix remained professional in her demeanor, which was somewhat unnerving to Shane. Much like the last time he was in her office, she seemed to be able to speak candidly about anything, as though nothing fazed her. “I see. How has life been since?”

“Terrible! I keep getting larger and my appetite is insane. The banquet was only the beginning. After I was fired, I only eat at all you can eat buffets and in order to not get thrown out, I change places every single time. The weight is starting to affect me in other ways too. For example,…”

“The stairs almost killed you? Driving is becoming more difficult? Clothing is becoming a big issue?”

“All of the above! I’m nearly maxed out on my credit cards and have eaten out so much, I don’t have money for rent next month. I need some kind of help! You did this to me after all!”

Vagabond dropped the brush and gasped while slowly backing up. “Miss, please don’t. He didn’t mean that. Tell miss you didn’t mean that.”

Oblivious to the fear in Vagabond’s eyes, Shane stood up. “No! I meant every bit of it! If it wasn’t for your stupid ad and backwards intake sheet, I’d be a man still and have my dream body!”

The look on Phoenix’s face was stoic, but her piercing violet eyes deepened in color almost to the point that they were glowing. Rearing up on her hind legs, Phoenix slammed her front hooves on the desk so hard, the desk shattered. “How dare you walk into my office and accuse me of putting you in the situation you are in! Did I mark female on your intake sheet? Did I sleep with an entire fraternity? No! YOU did that. Now you come here and say I’M the one responsible for your inability to follow simple directions?”

Lowering her upper body, Phoenix stared into Shane’s eyes, her own face mere inches from his. “Tell me again how it’s my fault. I dare you.”

At this point, Vagabond leaped onto Phoenix’s horse half trying her best to calm Phoenix. “Miss, please don’t do this. I’m sure he was just blowing off steam.”

Shane fell backwards out of his chair from leaning back as far as he was. Scooting on his butt, Shane backed up against the door with his hands out. “I’m sorry! I’m just so emotional and stressed out!”

The clopping sound of Phoenix’s hooves was accompanied by the ground shaking. Granted, she was over seven feet tall and with her horse half, must weigh close to six hundred pounds but the steps were that on someone weighing five times that. Scrambling to his feet, Shane began crying as he closed his eyes and yelled out, “it’s my fault! Mine! I did this to myself! I’m sorry please don’t kill me!”

Afraid to open his eyes, Shane stood with his back against the wall, trembling so hard, his entire body jiggled. It seemed like an eternity of silence but eventually, the sound of hooves was heard walking to the other side of the room. A hand touched Shane making him jump out of his skin. “Sir, it’s Vagabond. Everything is going to be okay.”

His eyes fluttered open and saw Phoenix back at her hay pile. She was knelt down, picking papers up that previously were on her desk. Shane walked over and began to help pick them up. “Miss, I really am sorry for what I said. I know that I have a large amount of responsibility for the situation I’m in. I’m just scared miss. I’ve only got two weeks until rent is due and at the moment, I’ve only got half the rent. By the time rent is due, I may not have any of it.”

“Your hunger has become too strong? I must say, in my years of dealing with patients no one has ever had such disregard for my direction. As such, your condition is rather unprecedented. At this time however, there is really nothing I can do for you.”

“What about my feet? That growth is off the charts as well.”

Looking down at his feet, Phoenix brought a hand to her chin. “I believe kitty told you that foot growth was a side effect of the transformation. How big are your feet right now?”

“The last I checked, they were a size thirteen and at five feet six inches, they look ridiculous on me.”

“Again, the foot growth is in direct correlation to the mass you are gaining due to the pregnancy. Are you having any complications?”

“Other than gaining like, ninety pounds in six weeks?”

“Correct. Weight gain is common, especially with how much food you seem to be consuming.”

A sly smile crept over Phoenix’s face as she said that. As much as Shane wanted to say something about it, he thought better and sighed. “No, no other complications.”

“Perfect Mr. Tanner! Then I believe we are done here. Why don’t you come back in two weeks and we will check on your progression?”

“But miss…”

Her eyes turned cold again. “I said, two weeks. Until then, good day. Vagabond, please have Virceena order a new desk for me.”

Shane gulped, knowing that Phoenix was holding him responsible for her outburst and the corresponding property damage. Not wanting to irritate her any longer, Shane walked out of the office. Virceena called out to him. “Mr. Tanner? Did you need a follow up appointment? Also, would you like some help downstairs? My shift is over. The least I can do is help you down the stairs.”

“I would really appreciate that Virceena. Thank you.”

With her help, Shane managed to get down the stairs without incident. Virceena continued to walk with Shane until they reached the front door. “Hey Virceena? I know this is probably a no-go, but would you like to maybe grab a bite to eat with me? My treat!”

The receptionist shook her head as an odd look crossed her face. “Oh no, no I don’t think I can.”

“Are you sure? Think of it as payment for helping me down the stairs. What do you say?”

Shane pulled her hand closer to the front door but let it go as what sounded like the growl of a dog was heard. “I said I don’t think I can. See you in two weeks.”

Virceena hastily turned and walked back to the stairs. Perhaps it was his imagination, but Shane was sure he could see an odd bulge in the back of her skirt. Near the top of the first flight of stairs, Virceena appeared to fall. Before Shane could call out, the receptionist was gone and by the sound of it, was crawling up the stairs.

Over the next few days, Shane found himself in a pickle. The stretchy tops and bottoms were showing signs of wear as each day passed. His hunger was insatiable and Shane found himself eating a minimum of eight times a day. His feet were also growing at a more rapid pace to try and keep up. Sitting on his couch, Shane was eating a pizza when the yoga pants ripped, unable to stand the pressure his thighs, hips, and belly put on them. Not wanting to go out until he had pants again, Shane ordered delivery while awaiting his shipment of new pants. Of course, being stuck in his apartment, Shane passed the time pleasuring himself and eating. There really wasn’t much else to do.

Ten days, and thirty pounds later, Shane’s new yoga pants finally arrived in the mail. Shane had gotten the largest size he could find knowing the rate he was growing. Getting on the scale, it was shocking to see the number at two hundred forty pounds. In less than eight weeks, Shane had more than doubled his body weight! While the fat rested around the sides of his stomach and lower body, the belly itself was large enough to be carrying triplets. 

Near the end of the eighth week, Shane sat near the front door while looking at his phone. They said delivery would take twenty minutes and it had been nineteen. One more minute and he would get the meal free! To most, that wouldn’t be a huge deal but when your average food order is well over a hundred dollars, it is a big deal. The doorbell rang, dashing the hopes of a free meal. “Delivery for a Mr. Tanner?”

Shane opened the door wearing nothing but a sports bra and spandex shorts. The delivery man’s eyes widened briefly before recovering. “Sorry, the slip said mister. My apologies Ms. Tanner. I have four orders of fried rice, two orders of orange chicken, three orders of Mongolian beef, two orders of Chow Mein and… a two liter of diet cola?”

Rolling his eyes, Shane nodded and signed for the delivery. “So, Ms. Tanner, are you having a big get together tonight?”

“No, why do you ask?”

The delivery man could see the irritation and embarrassment on Shane’s face. “Oh! No reason at all! Have a nice night!”

The door slammed shut as Shane waddled to the couch, three large bags in his hands. “Get together… no, it’s for the super fat, super pregnant once man, now woman! Gah! Why can’t people just shut up and give me the food!”

Halfway through the meal, Shane received a phone call. “Mr. Tanner?”

“Yes?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Tanner. This is Happy Family Chinese. A delivery just came to your door?”

“Yes, about thirty minutes ago. Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, but we just ran you card and it was declined. Could you supply us with another card?”

“Ummm… yeah just give me a moment.”

Opening his computer, Shane pulled up his credit card and found it was indeed over the limit. Switching to his bank, the color drained from his face as he saw that the balance was only one hundred thirty dollars. Picking the phone back up, Shane cleared his throat. What was the total again?”

“One hundred nineteen dollars and ninety-eight cents and you left a ten-dollar tip so the total is one hundred twenty-nine dollars and ninety-eight cents.”

Shane gave him the bankcard number and hung up. Hitting refresh, the charge came through, leaving Shane with a meager two cents in his account. The follow up appointment with Phoenix was tomorrow morning. As much as Shane wanted to eat the rest of the meal, he knew he’d need to eat something in the morning. Putting the remaining food in the fridge, Shane shuffled his now size fifteen feet across the carpet. Two cents to his name and starving hungry. Could this be any worse?