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:rage: WARNING Contains: Mpreg, pregnant male, birth, scientific experiments, adult language and themes throughout! One Shot: Cautious whispers were muttered across Cian-Maxwell Hospital by many a staff, patient and visitor. Occasional stories would leak out into the press regarding freak accidents, surgical mishaps, shady private donors and ethically questionable experiments. There were articles on some of the nurses and night-shift staff being paid large sums of money to keep their lips sealed in front of any reporters or the rare incidents of police, coroners or barristers. The majority of these stories revolved around Dr Chloe Hefferman or 'Hellman' as some spoke, as it was a more fitting name from the depths of hell. Dr Hefferman had given 45 years of her life to providing research and experiments within the healthcare industry, ranging from orthopaedics to obstetrician as well as dabbling in surgery, neurosurgery and endoscopy. She was practically a Jack of all trades

I gently opened my eyes as the sunlight hit my face through the blinds. My head was pounding, my chest was sore, I felt sweaty and as I scanned the room with my eyes I found I didn’t recognize where I was. What had happened last night I wondered to myself. However I the answer came back to me as my eyes looked downwards towards my torso to reveal a pair of fleshy mounds as well as my very pregnant figure which was draped under a soft blue nightgown. I let out a frustrated groan as I realized the events of last night had not been some twisted nightmare brought on by late night pizza rolls and that somehow I was not only a woman but also carrying my closest friend’s child. The groan was also a reminder of my situation as typically something like that would have a rough deep growl however this noise I made was more akin to one my younger sister would have made growing up when my mom wouldn’t let her go to the mall with her friends. Slowly I began to examine my body, or at

Tom had always been a rather curious child, and as such had been very prone to investigating things that had caught his attention. One area of interest had been born when his mother had had his little sister. He remembered fondly and watching with wonder as she swelled in size, her once small stomach radiating out into a glorious big bump that had announced to the world the full dimensions of her femininity. Speaking of little sister, she was currently being cared for by his grandparents whilst his parents had other work to do, and it was the weekend, so he was with them. He was walking through his home and heading up the stairs to his room when he suddenly heard a noise from his mother's bedroom. He stopped and put his ear next to it. The sound he heard surprised him. What sounded like groaning. Wait, what? Was she in trouble? In pain? Tom knew he had to react. She was seemingly in trouble, and probably needed his help! Without hesitation, he opened the door and pushed his way in