Anxiously, I crept upon the cold tile of the surgery. The off white walls reflected the glow of the single gas lamp which burned, hissing within its sconce of tarnished brass as I came to the steel gurney which sat forlorn and forgotten in the middle of the stark, antiseptic chamber. Gently, lovingly, my hand reached out. Clad in black latex all the way to the bicep, my nimble fingers played along the cool, smooth metal. At once, my hand flew to my belly, tracing the faint indent of my navel through the black wool coat which hung to my ankles. Gleefully, I undid the buttons, opening my coat to reveal myself in all my form. My slender, white belly glimmered in the faint glow of the lamp, luminous as I would run my fingers through my fur. My nipples, pink as rose, would extend beyond the weave of my chest fur, excitement making them hard as I exhaled through the long beak of a mask which made my erratic breathing come out in a rasping cough. Slowly, I shrugged myself from my coat, letting the woolen garment pool about my ankles. My legs were encased in stockings of black silk, which my clawed fingers did slide luxuriously along, relishing the beauty that was my form. My fingers would slither up my slender thighs, coming to rest on a pair of hips made wide and round. The surgery was a success, but would it be enough? That was what I had hoped to find out. 

Beside the gurney was a low table, piled with all that would need. A syringe of greenish liquid sat waiting for me and this I would take into my trembling hand. Licking my lips beneath my mask, I slid the needle into my arm, piercing the vein to pump that vile potion into my body. I quivered as the shock of that elixir struck me. My skin prickled, sweat dampening my fur as I placed the empty syringe back on the table and with expert care, clambered onto the gurney. I laid back, shivering as the coolness of steel kissed my bare back. Slowly, I sighed and then took the mask from my face, laying upon the table as I turned my yellow eyes to the ceiling. Reflected there in the tarnished metal was a face I was most familiar with. The canine muzzle smiled back at me, spots of dark brown covered his eyes and the floppy ears which now laid flat on the gurney, making my doppelganger appear like a deranged bat. My chest rose as I inhaled, my belly sunken as I would place my gloved hands to my stomach, feeling the puckered scar which parted my white fur. Just below my navel, the jagged zigzag of pink flesh rose up from my fur and my fingers would trace that crooked line, my smile only broadening. 

I should thank my assistant for his excellent skill, had I not dismissed him for his cowardice. The long nights we shared in the graveyard, finding just the right specimen had not been in vain. She was lovely, a young collie, sadly lost to consumption but merely days before. She was still so fresh when we exhumed her, her flesh uncorrupted. I closed my eyes, picturing the horror on my assistant’s face as we carried the body back to the lab. I would lay upon this same gurney, my belly ripped open as he gingerly placed her womb within me. His face paled, his eyes wide as he began to crack the bone, spreading my pelvis in order to bless me with the hips necessary for this wondrous experiment. My mind still reeling in an ether soaked haze, he roared his defiance to me, swearing that he would have no further part in this madness. 

Bah, I thought, what did I need him for? I had the elixir, I had the womb given to me by my dear donor. I needed nothing more. My fingers spread across my flat stomach. Already the seed was planted, growing as I drew a stockinged knee up. My cock throbbed beneath the silken undergarment I wore. Black as midnight, they hugged my wide hips, my male sex rising, swelling in the ecstasy of my pounding heart to peer up through the narrow waistband. I had sacrificed much for this moment and I would not be denied at the crowning of this new birth. My lower belly, I felt was growing firm, beginning to swell as my skin grew taut below my fingers. I gasped, sensing the fullness within me. My nipples ached, thrusting up erect and tender, eager to be pinched and twisted by my gloved fingers. I took up such a precious bud, squeezing, relishing in the first bead of white which flowed from that stem. My chest was fattening, bloating with the first of the milk as new hormones coursed through my veins. I wept then, overwhelmed with emotions which I never before experienced. My cock slipped from my underwear, no longer to be denied as my stomach began to rise.

My lower belly was distending, pushing up as my heart thundered in elation. My womb strained, pushing against my widened bones, swelling before my eyes as I grasped my underwear and tugged the garment down my furry hips. Letting them fall to the floor, I then placed a hand to my lower belly, my fingers splaying over bloating flesh as I ran my tongue along my black lips. 

“It’s working,” I cried out in that dismal chamber. “It’s working!”

Rising steadily, my belly was swelling, becoming one pregnant at three months. My breasts ached, milk streaming as I let out a whimpering cry of jubilation. My cock spurted its shimmering precum, my testicals churning, demanding to release. I seized my throbbing member, my fingers curling around my cock as I stroked. Up, I slid, coming to that weeping head, running my thumb around that velvet tip. My stomach was approaching six months, my belly heavy with the squirming of new life. My donated womb groaned in agony, forcing me to arch my back as I shrieked in elation. Pain and pleasure rocked my gravid form, making my head swim as I lashed out in the throes of ecstasy. Sweat poured from my flesh and I swooned as my cock did give into my loving caress and release itself in a stream of pungent seed which splattered onto the gurney in a patter that was like the falling rain. Still, I continued to stroke, sliding down my pumping shaft, tracing the veins which bulged from my silky flesh as my balls did fatten with semen. More, I craved so much more. Pressure grew within me, and I had only one means of releasing such a terrible burden. My buttocks, my hips, all were growing flabby as my gravid form prepared itself for the inevitable birth. My belly rose, my navel popping into an outie which I was only too eager to circle with a gloved finger. 

“I feel you,” I called to the brood within me. I ran my hand around my pregnant belly, the jagged scat stretched taut as angry crimson lines slashed my flesh. “You are so active. So strong.”

My unborn stirred within me, shifting in its slumber as claws raked at my womb. My flesh bubbled, pushing outwards with the dreaming of my child. I laid my head back, gasping as my lungs fought to drink in the cold, still air of the surgery. My yellow eyes glimmered in the lamplight, like living embers as I reached with a trembling hand for the container of water which I had laid on the table. I managed to grasp the slippery glass, bringing it to my lips. Cold water trickled from the corners of my mouth I drank, slaking a burning thirst. A shock struck me, my unborn awakening to shift within my bloating middle. In a paroxysm of pain, I let the container tumble from my fingers, shattering on the floor with a great crash as I rolled onto my side. My belly spilled across the steel gurney, my hand coming free of my dripping cock as I struggled onto my elbows and knees.

The agony was excruciating, the pleasure overwhelming as I would seek to part my thighs. Amniotic fluid gushed from my ass as my water broke. My unborn was alive, moving ever downard, causing my abdomen to sink even as I continued to grow. How those fools would learn, I thought through the clouds of crimson agony. I would show them all. My belly sagged to the gurney, bubbling with the movements of the creature within me. It was exploring, searching for the way out into the world as I would scream in tortuous elation at the coming of the splendid birth. Blood slipped from between my cheeks, trickling down my legs to soak into my stockings as those claws tore at my tender flesh. I clasped my belly, swooning as pain surged up my spine. My hips cracked, unable to contain the life which sought to escape from me. 

“Yes,” I wept. Tears streamed down my face, molten in the light of the gas lamp. “Oh, yes. Come to me, my child. I have so longed for this day.”

My cock spurted its shimmering precum, becoming the thick white of semen as my torn hips would buck. I wailed my elation to the ceiling, crying out in glorious jubilee as my offspring tore itself from my limp body. My face burning, I laid my head upon the gurney, relishing in the coolness of steel as my flesh continued to expand, bloating to the size of twins as the first pangs of birth made me shudder. The womb which I had so carefully placed within me tore as easily as gossamer thread, ripping open to unleash that new horror upon the world. I gave a cry, spraying my virile essence onto the gurney as my ass would split, parting wide to allow the wetly glimmering snout to emerge. My rectum bloomed like that of a rose, spreading as my offspring would venture forth, squirming within me to make me tremble. 

“Yes,” I sobbed. “It’s coming! It’s coming!”

I could not contain the joy within me. My spine arched, my ass thrusting up as the life within me pushed. I clenched my slender fists, clenching my fangs as my struggling muscles sought to guide that wretched beast from my birth canal. Gasping, panting, I sought to push, to bring that horrific lifeform into the world. Joy and sorrow, fear and utter elation. So many emotions swept over me, my body unable to process the rush of hormones that bloated my milk breasts, which made fertile my stolen womb. I would not be thwarted, not now, not tonight. Let them all see, my assistant, the fools on the board who scoffed at my mad experiment. I would show them all. 

Milk dribbled from my flabby chest, pouring onto the gurney to mix the blood and sweat, the semen which was pumping in my throes of agonized elation. My cries became a moan, strangled as the breath was forced from my burning lungs. Amidst my screams would come the throaty squeals of my newborn. Its eyes opened, peering into the gloom of a world not yet made ready for it. It opened its maw, screeching as it ripped itself free of the cocoon which was my flesh. I collapsed upon the gurney as my offspring slithered onto the floor with a wet slap. Slowly, it nuzzled the tile, seeking to turn its multifaceted gaze up at me. Beauteous in its horror, I reached for it, caressing its sticky head. 

“Yes, I am the one who bore you,” I said. 

With a long, slender tongue, it licked my fingertips, churring softly. Despite my pains, I could not repress the joy which swept through my broken body. My belly hung slack, like a deflated balloon, my breasts tender and soft, still weeping their fresh milk into my sweaty fur. 

“It did,” I whispered. “I did it.”

