I had been living at The Nest for a week. The move was a smart decision - besides saving my parents money on a dorm room for the summer, I wasn't looking for things to occupy my time and the eye candy wasn't bad either. Because the market wasn't quite there yet for "paternity" clothing, the residents and visitors regularly kept their shirts off at the mansion.
I had slowly been getting into the groove of things. There was a lot to grasp, but Dr. Stevens set a good pace for me. He started me off with making appointments for prospective clients and answering basic questions over the phone. The resident preggos had their vitals taken twice a day, and by the end of the week I could do that without any supervision. We had a few visitors come by for regular monitoring as well. When I wasn't working, Dr. Stevens had me reading a lot of background literature on the recent evolution of male pregnancy as well as some closely related areas of scientific inquiry. It was dense reading material, but nothing I couldn't handle.
I was very interested in the physiology of it all - the current standard was to implant a ball of pre-programmed stem cells into a man's abdomen. This ball would develop into a uterus and birth canal, the latter of which would open into the rectum. A small muscle also grew from here that could be operated voluntarily by the man. He could choose whether to have his birth canal or his rectum open, which definitely helped the breeding process (or lack thereof). Of course, anything was possible - another sphincter could be created on the flesh bridge between the balls and the anus so that breeding and birth could take place there. Interestingly, men could produce milk without any further interference. All men are born with mammary glands and some can express milk if given the right conditions. In the case of male pregnancies, the glands seemed to activate automatically. Researchers were still trying to find an explanation for this.
As noted in the job description, I was responsible for taking care of the guys to ensure that they had happy and comfortable pregnancies. They were good about not abusing that policy and I largely enjoyed those duties. I was regularly tasked with rubbing the guys down with a special lotion designed to prevent the skin on their stomachs from becoming weak or developing stretch marks, and I enjoyed that part of the job much more than I probably should have.
"Don't worry," Tyler said during the first one of these sessions. "It's a little awkward at first, but you get used to it." His friendly demeanor put me at ease.
Rob was the same way and very agreeable. He seemed to enjoy the rub-downs the most. He regularly took these sessions lying down, and I didn't mind - after all, he was expecting any day now and couldn't be expected to stand for everything. His moans threw me off the first time I helped him out and he could tell I was a little uncomfortable. "Sorry," he said, a little embarrassed. "I'm just so sore lately and this helps a lot." I told him not to worry and continued rubbing the lotion in, wondering what magical concoction of stem cells and essential extracts the doctor had invented. The second time we did this, he asked me to rub the lotion into his chest as well. His nipples were clearly swollen and ready to produce milk, so I was happy to help him out. They were hard under my palms. I applied a little pressure to help him out and the moans came out again. He looked so relaxed and the whole thing was getting my dick hard, so I tried to think of something else. He was always very grateful.
Ted was the worst. I think he could tell I liked him the most, and he didn't make it easy for me to stay professional. I was always hard the moment my hands touched his round belly. He insisted on two or three applications of the lotion and I'm sure it was more than necessary. I never complained.
"You're really good at this, Jake. I might have to get knocked up again just for this!" I laughed nervously as my palms ran over his firm stomach. I kept my eyes on his gut as I worked, thinking about how much bigger it would get in the coming months. I felt a little impact come from inside and he winced. "Ooh, one of them kicked. They must like you too!"
He really knew how to embarrass me and I was grateful we were doing this in the privacy of his room.
I continued with the second application. "You can go a little higher. My pecs are pretty sore from the workout yesterday." As if I needed an excuse to worship his muscular body. Well...I kind of did, if I wanted to stay out of trouble. I also knew nothing of his significant other and didn't want to overstep any bounds.
I guess I hadn't noticed because of his build, but his nipples were even more swollen than Rob's and stuck out a good half inch from his chest. When I applied a little pressure on the outside of his chest, I was shocked to have a thin stream of milk squirt out at me.
"Whoops. Forgot to get milked this morning." He had a sly grin on his face and was clearly enjoying this. I tried to hide my surprise.
"Wait...Don't you have another three months to go? How are you producing milk already?"
He explained how he was one of the doctor's guinea pigs and was going through a few treatments that were different from the other guys. In typical male pregnancies at that point, an egg was planted into the guy's uterus and fertilized either beforehand or after. Ted wanted to be both the mother and father, which explained why he hadn't mentioned anything about a significant other. Rather than synthesizing an egg from one of Ted's sperm cells, Dr. Stevens wanted to see if his system could be 'coaxed' into creating a fertilized egg (in this case, two fertilized eggs) without all that other interference. The procedure was a success, but because this wasn't the standard, Dr. Stevens wanted to make sure that Ted's milk would be the same as if he had conceived in the standard way. He was regularly given a hormone injection to make him produce milk early.
"Actually, this might be a good time to familiarize you with the pump. Stevens will make you learn it soon anyway. Come on."
I followed Ted through the house to one of the lab rooms and he locked the door behind us. This one was different from the exam rooms where I took the guys' daily vitals - there was lots of strange looking equipment and I had a small sense of worry that I'd have to learn what everything was really soon.
There was an odd-looking chair in the center of the room that hung from the ceiling by a machine arm, and a large gap ran between the legs that began at the seat.
"That's where I'll be sitting," he indicated. "You'll have to man the computer over there and pick the 'Ted' sequence - it's all programmed already so you don't have to worry about too much." He also showed me the pump, which sat on a wheeled cart that could be brought next to him while he sat in the chair.
"I'll have to get my injection too," he said casually.
"Um...I'm not really trained on how to use needles," I said a little anxiously.
"Oh, it's not intravenous. I get it through that." He nodded toward a large, flexible tube that stood on top of another movable arm behind the hanging chair. "Once the milking starts, you'll have to come over and position that so it goes inside me."
