The Epsilon Run - Part 3 (Patreon)

Halloween Special🎃

Justin and Nate stood at the nursery doorway for a few seconds, noticing how the six cradles had perfectly clean floorboards that should’ve been buried under 20 years of dust like the rest of the house. Justin’s hands spread across his growing belly when something inside him started moving again while they stared. The movements weren’t random flutters he could blame on gas or a muscle spasm, but more like firm pressure on specific spots.

Nate lowered the flashlight and slowly turned toward his friend. His expression had lost the last traces of the grin he had been using to keep both of them from panicking. “Six,” he said, looking at Justin’s belly with wide-open eyes. “You said six upstairs. Six of my babies.” He hesitated for a second. “And I came inside you.”

Justin turned pale and gasped when something kicked harder against his hand. “Don’t say it like it explains anything. You came in my ass, Nate. That doesn’t make a guy pregnant.” He tried to sound firm, but his voice was shaky. “I don’t have the right equipment to turn into a baby factory. I’m a guy. I’ve got a cock and balls. That should be the end of the explanation.”

Nate didn’t respond and kept staring at the growing belly, then at Justin’s swollen chest. “Bro, you didn’t have tits when we walked upstairs,” he said, watching the darkened nipples closely as a tiny bead of white liquid gathered at the tops. “I know none of this should be possible. I’m saying the house is changing your body, so maybe the ’I don’t have the parts’ isn’t going to stay true for long.”

Justin opened his mouth to argue back, but another movement interrupted him. Something pressed against the left side of his belly so firmly that his whole abdomen tightened. “Ugh, oh fuck.” He looked down, breathing faster, and realized in horror that Nate could be right. “If those are actually for me, I’m burning this place to the ground when we get out, and this belly goes away,” he added, looking up at the cradles in the nursery.

Nate almost smiled because the threat sounded like normal Justin, but he preferred not to tease his friend. “We need an explanation before you start planning arson.” He went back into the kitchen and waited for Justin to follow. “Standing beside six baby beds isn’t helping.”

Justin nodded and grabbed the last sealed sandwich from the counter before leaving because the hunger had eased but never disappeared. He instinctively pressed his free hand against his lower back and realized how pregnant the pose looked after a few steps. He tried to move more casually, but the weight of his belly pulled too much at his back, and it made his steps turn into a heavy waddle that irritated him even more. He had no other option but to rest his hand against his lower back again for balance.

Nate noticed the struggle and wanted to make a joke, but his concern was stronger than his teasing thoughts. “Bro, let me,” he said, reaching for the sandwich in Justin’s hand so the pregnant guy could move both hands more freely to support his body.

The first-floor corridor had changed a bit while they were in the kitchen. Almost everything seemed normal around them, but the distance was wrong. A study-room doorway Nate clearly remembered being much farther down the hall was now about 20 feet away, and when he stopped to shine the flashlight between the door and the kitchen behind them, the proportions of the house made no sense.

“Maybe it feels that way because I’m moving slower,” he said, slowly rubbing the side of his belly after another kick from within. “Everything feels farther when you suddenly have a fucking beach ball sticking 3 feet in front of you.”

“Dude, your belly’s not that big,” Nate replied, pacing the distance with his eyes. “It’s not perspective. This hallway was longer, or the door just moved.”

Justin groaned. “Since the front door leads upstairs and the windows grow extra panes when we break them, I think the hallway cheating is pretty low on the list of concerns.”

Against all logical thoughts, they walked into the room beyond the suspiciously close doorway, which looked like an old study lounge. They found shelves covering two walls, with textbooks swollen by damp and age, and several heavy wooden tables beneath hanging lamps that hadn’t worked in decades. Old academic posters remained pinned above a corkboard, faded so badly that only broad diagrams were still visible. There were skeletal systems, muscle groups, circulation charts, and several anatomical drawings that looked like things fraternity brothers had probably stolen from classrooms.

Nate swept the flashlight over them without stopping until the beam passed across one male anatomy poster that looked too bright and clean near the far corner. He walked closer without saying anything, clearly curious. Justin came up beside him more carefully, reaching for the sandwich in Nate’s hand and tearing the wrapper open with his teeth.

Nate angled the light toward the center of the poster. “Bro, look at this.”

“What?” Justin asked with his mouth full, then stopped chewing.

The drawing showed a side view of an adult man. At first glance, everything looked normal, carefully labeled: penis, scrotum, testes, bladder, prostate, rectum, intestines, etc. The external anatomy was completely male, but deeper inside the pelvis there were structures that didn’t belong there. There was an area labeled “uterus” behind the bladder, with two ovaries at the sides, connected by fallopian tubes, and a “cervix” structure extending from the bottom of the uterus and fitting around the existing male organs.

Justin swallowed and lowered the sandwich. “That’s not how a male body should look.”

“No shit.” Nate brought the flashlight closer. “I’m no expert, but some of these labels shouldn’t be here,” he said, studying the diagram more closely. “Maybe it’s something else.”

Justin looked higher and read the title printed at the top. “It says ‘Male Reproductive Anatomy,’” he said, turning to look at his friend. “That’s pretty specific.”

The deeper they studied it, the worse it became because nothing made sense. One narrow pathway ran from the rectal region toward the internal reproductive system. It entered the reproductive tract below the uterus, positioned so semen deposited during anal sex could travel away from the rectum and into the newly added organs. Justin followed the line with his eyes, trying to understand what it was until the purpose became obvious. He looked down at his belly and turned pale when everything clicked in his mind.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No fucking way.”

Nate stared at the diagram a little closer, still unsure of what he was looking at. His eyes widened a couple of seconds later when he finally understood how the drawing related to Justin’s current condition. “Dude! That goes from your hole into the uterus and all that.”

“I can see that!” Justin shouted, completely terrified by the idea that the diagram showed what his body was going through. “Don’t explain my haunted asshole to me.”

Nate lifted one hand in surrender, but he was almost freaking out by this point. “Bro, you don’t get it,” he said, trying to remain calm. “If this is your anatomy now, then my cum could actually have gone somewhere and done something.”

Justin wanted to come up with something clever to defend himself, but he knew Nate was right. The sex upstairs had been real, and cum had gotten into his system. Pregnancy was impossible for him as a man, but after walking through a house that kept changing every time they passed through a doorway, that word didn’t mean anything. The house seemed to have taken Justin’s words about carrying Nate’s kids too seriously and rebuilt his system to make him biologically capable of doing so.

“Don’t bullshit in the President’s Room,” Justin whispered. “I did this to myself.”

“Told you your ego would get us in trouble one of these days,” Nate said, looking between the diagram and Justin’s belly.

Justin stared at his body in silence for a few seconds, then looked up at Nate’s face. “Dude! Your cock,” he said. “You were bragging about it being big.”

Nate’s eyes widened, and he finally remembered that part. He had been so focused on what was happening to Justin’s body that he had completely forgotten to check on himself. He pointed the flashlight toward his groin and froze. “Fuck! Is that my—” he said, quickly reaching to move the pteruges aside. “No fucking way!”

“Told you!” Justin said, slowly caressing the sides of his belly. “It’s longer than the skirt, and your balls look like softballs.”

“And it’s still freaking soft!” Nate added, attempting to touch his shaft but stopping a few inches away. “It can’t be real. This thing is like a foot long and as thick as my forearm.”

“More like 14 or 16 inches,” Justin said, relaxing for a moment while the attention finally moved away from his body. “How didn’t you notice that thing hitting your thighs?”

“I’ve been looking at your belly and your tits inflating like dough,” Nate replied too quickly and too loudly, then shook his head. “Bro, we need to get outta here. I don’t have clothes to hide a cock and balls this big.”

“Welcome to my world,” Justin said, pointing at his rounded middle. “But I can’t leave until I know what’s going on inside me.”

Nate blushed for a moment because he had to admit Justin’s situation was worse. “Fair,” he said, and turned to check the diagram again, paying close attention to every area and label. “There’s another path,” he said a few seconds later.

Justin swallowed hard as Nate pointed with his fingers at the “cervix” opening at the bottom of the uterus, which split into two paths. One path was the one connected to the rectum, which they had already noticed, and the other one angled forward through the pelvis, passed around the structures already there, and continued toward the base of the penis. It joined the male genital anatomy internally, creating a route between the uterus and the cock while leaving the penis, urethra, testes, and scrotum intact.

Justin stared at the line for much longer than he had looked at the conception route. He unconsciously moved one of his hands below the low waistband of his loincloth to briefly press his fingers against the shape of his cock and balls as if verifying they were still there. “Why the fuck does that go to my dick?”

“I don’t know,” Nate whispered. “I have a guess, though.”

Justin was confused, but then he saw the poster changing while they were still staring. Nate was reading tiny labels surrounding the uterus when six pale shapes appeared inside the organ. Six fetal silhouettes were curled inside the drawn womb. Nate couldn’t understand the positions well enough to interpret, but there was no mistaking the count.

Justin instinctively held his belly with both hands and realized that the poster was actually his body. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered as the babies moved against his right hand. “There’s one here, and something’s moving down here.”

Nate moved closer and looked at Justin’s belly before touching it. “Dude, that’s insane,” he whispered when he felt the babies kicking. “Whatever that is, there’s more than one.”

Justin looked annoyed, but ended up nodding. “Yeah! Why did I say six? You understand how stupid that was?” He looked down at himself, then at the six shapes on the poster, and the connection between them made him sigh. “What time is it?” he asked after a moment.

Nate instinctively reached toward a pocket that wasn’t there, remembering they had no phones or any other devices on them. “The grandfather clock hit 11 right before we left the room. It can’t be much past 11:30.”

“So this happened in half an hour?” Justin looked at the silhouettes again. “They look bigger than half-hour-old babies should be.”

“No idea,” Nate replied, shrugging. “I barely passed biology.”

“So did I,” Justin snorted. “Man, you’re such an idiot.”

“Me? You’re the one who challenged a haunted room to test your reproductive system,” Nate responded, with his hands still on Justin’s belly.

“I didn’t ask it to build one from scratch,” Justin added, looking at the diagram.

Nate let that argument die because they knew the house didn’t care about technicalities. They started searching the room for anything that might explain the poster. Nate found an old obstetrics textbook between two biology manuals, and Justin made a disgusted noise when he saw the title, as if the book itself had joined the house in mocking him.

Most of the pages were warped and stuck together, but the readable sections described ordinary human pregnancy in biological terms. Nothing in the book explained how a 20-year-old man could grow ovaries, release eggs, conceive six children from semen left inside his ass, and advance through months of gestation in minutes.

They focused on the poster again and saw letters appearing beneath the reproductive diagram, darkening against paper that had been blank before. Nate brought the flashlight closer while Justin stood beside him. The first line read, “Gestation: Accelerated.” A second appeared below it: “Conception: Biological.” The third followed a few seconds later and made Justin’s grip tighten around the underside of his belly. “Offspring: Human.”

“So, they’re not ghost babies or whatever,” Justin said, much calmer than before.

“I guess they’re actually ours,” Nate whispered while Justin absentmindedly rubbed his belly. “Just a natural thing, right? Six babies growing inside a guy in half an hour.”

The sarcasm had barely left Nate’s mouth when Justin groaned and clutched his belly. “Ugh, fuck! It’s getting tighter,” he said, as his belly expanded slightly.

Pressure built deep behind his abdominal wall, and the uterus enlarged while the six developing bodies required more room. The rounded gut pushed farther outward for about a minute, stretching his muscle and skin until the whole belly was visibly heavier.

“Fuck.” Justin grabbed the edge of the nearest table with one hand when his balance shifted. His other arm went beneath the belly as the weight pulled him forward. “Nate, help me.”

“I’ve got you.” Nate caught him under the arm and guided him backward until Justin’s giant ass hit the edge of the table. “Sit down before you fall.”

Justin sat reluctantly, spreading his thick thighs so the belly could settle between them. The Tarzan loincloth was even more ridiculous now because the thin waistband had been forced down beneath the growing abdomen. The front flap barely hung over his cock and balls, while the back remained stretched across only part of his enormous bubble butt. Justin looked down at the expanding belly and watched the last traces of his central abdominal definition smooth beneath the tension. His navel flattened, and he reached up to touch it while panting.

“Ugh, my belly button,” he breathed out. “There’s so much pressure,” he said, running a finger over the changing shape as the navel pushed outward while the skin around it stretched.

Nate crouched in front of him to watch the change more closely as the navel popped out. “You’ve got six babies in there, and that’s the part you hate?”

“I liked my belly button,” Justin replied, groaning softly. “It’s inside out now.”

The growth eased slowly, leaving Justin with a far larger and heavier belly than the one he had carried into the room. When he tried standing, his usual center of gravity was not there. He pushed off the table, took one confident step, and immediately pitched forward so hard that Nate had to catch him around the shoulders.

Justin swore under his breath and adjusted his stance, moving his feet farther apart and arching his lower back for balance. He tried again with one hand supporting the belly, and the second attempt worked. He took a careful step after a couple of seconds, with Nate right beside him, and both men noticed how the movement had turned into a heavy waddle because of how much heavier the belly had gotten.

Before any of them could say anything, Justin groaned again as his chest got hotter. Pressure built inside his tits, making the whole mounds ache while the nipples throbbed.

Justin stopped beside one table and instinctively cupped both tits. “Fuck, these things are fucking hot.” He adjusted his grip and winced when his fingers brushed one nipple.

“I mean, yeah,” Nate said without thinking the words first, then shook his head. “Oh, you mean heat, yeah. I—eh. Does it hurt?”

“It feels like somebody pumped them full of cement and then kept pumping.” Justin supported them higher, watching the rounded tissue expand against his hands. “Ugh! FUCK! There’s so much pressure. I think they’re gonna burst.”

The tits didn’t sag as they kept growing because his thick pecs formed a muscular shelf underneath the new breast tissue, keeping them firm and lifted even as more weight accumulated. The skin across them stretched smooth, the nipples widened, and milk began gathering in small white beads at the tips before trailing down over the taut surface.

Justin looked at the wet tracks and closed his eyes for a second. “This cannot be happening! This is a nightmare! I cannot believe this is my body!”

Nate looked around, found a reasonably clean towel in a cabinet beneath one of the study counters, and handed it over. “You might need to get some pressure out.”

Justin opened his eyes. “I am not milking my tits in an abandoned frat house.”

“You’re leaking all over your body,” Nate gestured at Justin’s belly in complete panic.

Justin looked down and saw two narrow trails of milk running down his belly. He wiped them away with the towel and wedged part of it beneath one tit to catch anything else. “I’m adding this to the list of things I was wrong about.”

Nate nodded toward the poster, then looked at Justin’s belly, the enormous ass helping counterbalance it, and the heavy breasts. “That list is getting pretty long.”

Justin narrowed his eyes. “Careful. I’m pregnant, not helpless.”

They left the study because staying there while Justin’s body kept changing made him more anxious than moving. They spent the next 5 or 10 minutes moving through different rooms, and the changes were more obvious in each one. Even Nate was now too aware of how his massive cock and balls swung between his legs, realizing that the massive shaft had been slapping his thighs all along without him noticing.

By the third room, Justin couldn’t walk through narrow spaces without angling the belly first. His rounded abdomen brushed the backrest of a broken armchair as they passed, even though he thought he had cleared it. He had to stop near one doorway because a hard shape pressed painfully beneath his ribs until he rubbed the spot and the baby shifted away.

The fetal movements got stronger and more constant as the children grew inside him. A small heel moved beneath the right side of his belly, and a broad smooth shape pushed outward on the left and stayed there for a few seconds. Lower down, a rounded pressure settled into his pelvis so firmly that Justin stopped walking and squeezed his thighs together until it eased.

“Ugh. Damn it. One of them is sitting on my bladder,” he said, groaning and leaning against Nate’s shoulder for support. “I take back every joke I ever made about pregnant women needing to pee every 5 minutes.”

Nate almost responded, but a doorway ahead opened into the study room despite neither of them having turned back toward it. They both stopped, and even though the hallway behind them was still the same they had been walking through, the room beyond the threshold was the same study they had left minutes earlier.

Justin stared into it. “It wants us to see something.”

“That sentence sounds way too normal and so fucking creepy at the same time,” Nate replied, holding Justin tighter and noticing how much heavier his friend was getting.

Justin reached up and cupped one of his tits. “An hour ago I didn’t have a womb or tits. My standards have changed.”

They walked into the study room and immediately went to check the poster in the far corner and saw it had changed again. The six fetal silhouettes were much larger, crowded tightly inside the drawn uterus, and numbers appeared beside each one.

Nate moved the flashlight closer to read and mentally added the numbers. “All the babies together are just over 60 pounds.”

“60 what?” Justin’s eyes widened while holding his belly. “I’ve carried heavier than 60 in one hand,” he added. “This feels nothing like 60.”

“Because it’s attached to you,” Nate explained and shrugged.

Justin didn’t know what to say or what to do. “Six 10-pound babies.”

Nate studied the tiny labels beside the fetal silhouettes and noticed another detail. “All the labels say ‘male.’ They’re all boys.”

Justin looked at the poster, then down at the belly, and a faint smile spread on his lips. “Six sons?” he said, snorting. “Of course they’re fucking huge.”

Nate laughed softly. “I mean, look at their dads.”

Justin looked at Nate’s 6’6” frame. “Okay, finally, something about this makes sense.”

Nate smirked and turned to look at the poster again, searching for more information. “It says ‘Reproductive Adaptation: Permanent.’”

“What? What does that exactly mean?” Justin shouted, looking closer at the poster. “Permanent as in until the babies are born, or permanent as in I walk out of here with ovaries for the rest of my fucking life?” He looked from the text to the diagram of the uterus and then down at his belly, as if he expected everything to disappear at that moment. “No. This needs to go away when we’re done. Pregnancy ends when we get out, and everything goes away.”

“Dude, we’re not sure about that,” Nate said softly as another line appeared on the poster. “Fertility: Permanent,” he read aloud.

Justin stared for a moment too long, and his eyes widened again. “What does that even mean? Can I get pregnant again?”

“I guess so.” Nate looked at the anatomy diagram, then at the words as random thoughts flooded his mind. “I wonder if this ever happened again, without the house doing anything, would it be a 9-month pregnancy?”

Justin stared at him as if Nate had threatened him with it. “We’ll never know. Nobody is ever getting near my ass ever again.”

“Really? I mean, ’ever’ is a long time.” Nate shrugged.

Justin pointed both hands toward the belly. “You see this? It’s never happening again.”

Nate laughed despite everything, and after a second, Justin let out a tired snort.

The humor only lasted a moment, because Justin felt his loincloth sitting differently. The belly had already forced the front flap low, and now it felt tighter across his groin. Justin stopped in the middle of the study and reached under his abdomen, blindly because he couldn’t see his cock past the belly.

“Nate!” he said a bit too loud. “My cock is bigger!”

Nate stared at him for a second. “What? You sure?”

Justin groaned. “I know my fucking cock.”

Nate lowered the flashlight while Justin lifted the loincloth as far as he could. The enormous belly blocked Justin’s view, but Nate could see the change clearly. Justin had already been exceptionally hung, thick even when soft, with large balls hanging beneath him. But his cock was visibly longer and heavier, noticeably thicker, and the head proportionally broader.

“How big is it?” Justin demanded.

“I don’t know. I didn’t bring a ruler.” Nate lifted one brow. “It’s just bigger, I guess.”

Justin let the loincloth fall back into place and pressed his hands against the belly again. “Why would being pregnant make my cock bigger?”

Nate looked at the diagram showing the passage connected to Justin’s penis. He had figured it out earlier, but Justin was already dealing with enough, and the poster hadn’t explicitly confirmed anything yet. “Maybe it’s the room finishing what it started with us upstairs. It made mine bigger after I said I could handle your ass.”

Justin considered that explanation. “Fine. If I get out of here with a bigger dick, at least I got something useful. Not only the uterus and ovaries.”

Nate snorted. “You’re finding the positive side?”

Justin sighed. “I’m trying very hard not to lose my fucking mind.”

They exited the room again and kept looking for a way out. By what Nate guessed was around 11:45, Justin’s belly was so enormous that calling it just ‘pregnant’ couldn’t capture its scale. Sixty pounds of babies were packed inside, along with all the fluid and enlarged tissue necessary to keep them alive, and his abdomen reflected every ounce of it.

The belly projected forward about 2 feet in front of him, spread broad across his torso, and the lowest part brushed against his thighs when he walked. The skin had gone taut and smooth over the stretched muscle; his navel was fully outward, and faint veins showed beneath the surface where the tension was more intense. He literally looked on the verge of bursting.

The babies had gotten too crowded for the rolls from earlier. Their movements were now individual deformations across the surface. A foot pressed outward near Justin’s side and stayed there so Nate could make out the shape through the tight skin. A head shifted low in the belly, creating a rounded bulge that made Justin stop and breathe through the pressure. One baby’s back was wedged against the left side until Justin rubbed it and felt the child move away.

His chest was changing just as much, and the milk production accelerated faster than the leaking could relieve. Each tit swelled from large breasts into huge, round, overfilled mounds that rested heavily atop his belly. Their skin was stretched smoothly, the nipples had gotten thicker and ridiculously sensitive, and the areolas were broader. Milk gathered at the tips so constantly that Justin kept the towel draped beneath them to catch the leaks.

His huge bubble butt looked fuller, pushing farther behind him in a rounded shelf that the loincloth could barely cover at this point. His hips were broader and meatier, so his heavy waddle made them sway and jiggle a lot.  Even his thighs looked denser because they were working harder to move his body across the house. His cock felt heavier with every step he took, constantly slapping against his thighs and making him wince every other second.

Justin paused to catch his breath and saw his reflection briefly in the dark glass of a cabinet. “Fuck. I’m huge,” he whispered.

Nate stared for a second and nodded. “Yeah.”

Justin cupped the underside of his tits and lifted them slightly, marveling at how massive and heavy they were. “They’re bigger than basketballs.”

“Pretty close,” Nate said, trying not to smile.

Justin let the tits drop atop his belly and saw the milky tits bounce and jiggle. “If you ever tell anybody I carried my tits around a haunted frat house, I’ll kill you.”

Nate smirked and tightened his hold of Justin’s elbow to help him balance. “I think the six babies are going to distract people from that detail.”

They kept moving, but Justin was slower with each passing second. His lower back ached from compensating for the huge belly. His hips felt looser and heavier. His stance widened, and the massive abdomen forced his thighs so far apart that even his careful waddle felt clumsy. Each doorway made him judge the width before passing through, and he often had to turn partly sideways because his belly reached farther around him than his brain expected.

Nate held him close all along, especially when the floor changed height, around corners, and when they had to move over debris. Justin complained the entire time about being treated like an invalid while simultaneously leaning heavily into Nate’s frame.

“Dude, I’m just trying to help,” Nate said once Justin was safely across a tight hallway.

Justin pressed a hand to his enormous belly while the other adjusted one of his massive tits. “I’m not helpless,” he insisted, but he still needed Nate to guide him because between the belly and the tits, he couldn’t see where he was going.

“I know, bro,” Nate said, loosening his grip on Justin’s arm slightly, but the pregnant man pulled him in tighter because he was struggling to maintain his balance. Nate only smiled, and they kept going.

Around what Nate estimated was 11:48, the flashlight flickered for the first time. The beam narrowed to orange, brightened again when Nate smacked the casing against his hand, then dimmed so much that both of them stopped walking.

Justin stared at it. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

The flashlight flickered again; Nate twisted the base and checked the battery cap without opening it. “Come on. Not now.”

The light came back for a few seconds, illuminating Justin’s enormous body and the corridor ahead in a weak yellow circle. Then it died completely.

Justin’s hand closed around Nate’s forearm instantly. The reaction was so fast and unguarded that neither pretended it had been anything except fear. “Tell me you brought another one,” he said softly.

“You know I didn’t,” Nate replied.

Moonlight became their only guide after that. It came through the old windows, barely enough to show the edges of walls and furniture but nowhere near enough to make the house comfortable. Nate moved half a step ahead and kept one arm around Justin’s back while Justin supported the belly with both hands whenever he could. The huge breasts complicated even that position because their weight pressed against his forearms and swayed heavily with every step, forcing him to pause and reposition them atop his belly.

The house then started changing again while they moved through it. A staircase they both remembered climbing earlier was gone, replaced by a slightly sloped hallway lit by moonlight. A narrow doorway Justin knew he would’ve struggled through seemed wider by the time they reached it. Corridors shortened between turns, and they found unopened bottles of fresh water sitting on clean tables directly in their path.

Justin stared at the second bottle before accepting it from Nate. He drank slowly this time because the pregnancy left less room for his stomach than before, then wiped his mouth and looked down the altered hall. “It’s helping me.”

Nate nodded. “Looks like it.”

Justin handed the water back and adjusted one hand beneath his breasts. “If it wanted me dead, it could’ve left the stairs alone. I’d probably break my neck trying to get down like this.”

Nate looked at the enormous belly before answering. “It wants the babies alive.”

Justin pressed his hands against his belly. “It wants me to finish the challenge.”

Neither man argued with that conclusion. The house had trapped every exit, fed Justin when his body needed impossible amounts of energy, supplied clean water, reshaped pathways around his size, and given them anatomical information instead of hiding what was happening. It wasn’t behaving like something that was trying to kill him. It was behaving like something that expected him to survive what he had claimed he could handle.

By around 11:55, every route through the house led them toward the same place. They turned through one doorway and found themselves on the third floor despite knowing they had been on the second floor. Another corridor shortened while they were walking through it, and the President’s Room door appeared at the far end much sooner than either expected.

Nate paused at a spot where two dark corridors separated. “Stay here for a minute. I can move faster by myself and check both sides.”

Justin grabbed his wrist before he finished the sentence. “No.”

Nate looked confused for a moment. “I’d be gone for 30 seconds.”

“I don’t care.” Justin took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be alone here.”

Nate moved closer and slipped his arm around Justin’s back. “Okay. I’m staying.”

They continued together until the hallway shortened again, and they saw the President’s Room ahead. They stopped a few feet away and read the same warning as before. “DON’T BULLSHIT IN THE PRESIDENT’S ROOM.”

Justin sighed, rubbing his enormous belly. “Asshole room.”

Nate took a deep breath and looked at Justin’s heavy breathing and obviously exhausted body. “We don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

Justin looked down at his belly and tits and nodded. They approached slowly and paused for a long moment before opening the door. Nate walked in first just to be sure everything was alright, but the moment Justin crossed the threshold, every lamp in the President’s Room turned on, showing them that the room had changed.

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