Sorry I haven't posted in a while...or been on. Life's been a big bitchslap these past few months. I should have everything straighted out by next week. I'll post again soon. 

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         A week and a half later, Nick found himself over porcelin god for the sixth day in a row. Now he knew he was sick. He didn't have a fever so much as a stomach virus. 'I knew I was coming down with something. Jeez.' He rested his sweaty head on the cool rim. He reached to his elbow and itched the already irritated looking skin.

         Since three days ago he noticed several odd welts that seemed to be flakes of dry skin. He didn't have psoriasis or even a family history of it. The only thing that seemed to keep him from crying out in pain was scratching. After a couple of days he noticed it didn't exactly look like psoriasis. Now that he was looking at it from this angle it looked like his skin was peeling from a bad sunburn. He scratched at it again and gave a cry of fright as a rather large peice of skin peeled away from his body like dried glue. He heard footsteps coming from somewhere outside the door.

         Debra came into the bathroom to find him on the ground. A shiny patch of mossy scales showing on the underside of his arm. The skin was still in his hand. She sighed and came closer. "Nick. Sweety? Calm down," she said in gentle tones. When he wouldn't stop screaming she grew worried. This panic wasn't doing her young or their father any good.  She slapped him to get him to stop. "Sorry but you need to calm down."

         He looked up at her with wide eyes a hand on his cheek. He had been waiting for her to smack him at some point but he didn't think it would be in the bathroom over a freak out. "Tell me I'm on acid and this is a bad trip," he said. He saw her sigh. He watched her reach over and flush his latest former dinner down the toilet and help him stand. She led him back to the bedroom, a glass of water already waiting on his side of the bed and a pill.

         She set him down and waited until he took the pill and water. She glared at the mirrors and lifted his arm so it reflected from the body length. "Is this a sick joke? You don't even tell him what you did? You leave this for me to explain?" she asked. She turned around knowing she wouldn't get an answer. She kept her back to the mirrors. She looked at him and saw he was wide eyed again. "Look. This isn't your every day run of the mill breeder's bunker. All of us in this project are part of an experiment to see how everyone reacts to....lets just say other life." She sighed. "Looks like you're part of us too." She pulled her arm hard enough to pull the latex skin back from the wrist. Beneath was what looked like moist scales. She let the latex snap back and repair itself. After several minutes of silence, she looked away. "Say something Nick. Anything."

           He couldn't believe it. This had to be a trip. Yeah that's it a trip. A bad, bad trip. That pill had to have been laced with something. Or maybe she was spiking the food. "Where's the camera?" he asked in barely a whisper. "This is a prank right?" He noticed she shook her head. "Okay then what am I on? Come on. What did you lace my food with?" he asked a little louder now. She just looked at him, her eyes beseeching. It took at least half an hour to convince him it wasn't a dream, a drug induced hallucination, or a loss of sanity.

              By the end of next week his stomach contents could stay down. Now he was back to eating. Nick always had a healthy appetite. His grandmother would always swear he was eating her out of house and home, but this was ridiculous. Every morning, midday, and evening, that busty ginger-Debra- would bring him food on a plate that was four times the size of a normal dinner plate. Miraculously he would finish it with relish only to see her eating from a small saucer. He still itched, his skin coming off now like a snakes. His right arm up to his shoulder was now nothing but scales and his left arm up to his elbow was the same. All mossy greenish-brown. He had to admit, after the unavoidable meltdown and panic this was cool. His neck and face now had some visible scales as well. Even his stomach.

               Debra didn’t mind his itching, especially when he began to itch around his stomach. A few days back he began to show. He was so cute…now how did she tell him he was carrying her brood before the knock out and initial first appointment? She puzzled over that as he ate. She knew it was only a matter of time before he noticed it too.

               “Hey, Debs?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts. “Am I hogging all the food or something? You can’t be even remotely full eating from that dinky thing.” He scratched as his stomach again. He had officially lost his firm six pack and now had a flabby one. Despite working out when she wasn’t around, he wasn’t able to lose the flab on his gut like he used to. “Besides I think you give me too much anyway. It always gives me gas.”

               So they’re moving already? She thought. She gave a light lilting laugh. “I’m fine with this portion. I’m not usually a hungry gal anyway.” She smiled at him as she came to collect the plate. “Thanks for your concern though.” She turned and he slapped her ass playfully. She walked away, a slight wiggle to her hips.

               She came back in to see he had a hand on his stomach and was actually rubbing it instead of itching it. She smiled at the sight. He might not have known it consciously but subconsciously his body knew. She moved closer to him and climbed on the bed. Her hand joined his and he gave a start. She began to use her nails to peel some of the skin away. "You're scales are so handsome," she said rubbing her hand against the now exposed scales. "So sexy."

               Nick smiled. "You think? Damn. You're the first chick I've met who isn't afraid of scales. Most chicks run away at the first sign of a reptile." He watched her hand stop and her other go to her wrist and pull against the skin again. He blushed embarrassed now as he saw her scales again. "Sorry," he mumbled.

               "No need to apologize," Debra said, letting the skin down again. She went back to trailing her hand along the scales below the curve. She smiled when she felt one of her brood shift ever so slightly. She gave a content sigh as she laid with her head on his chest and her hand trailing up and down his slightly bloated belly. "Nick? What do you think about kids?"

               He had been picking some of his skin off his shoulder and other arm while she relaxed against him peeling the skin from his stomach. When she rubbed the scales an odd sensation made him shiver...it felt good when she touched him. When she had asked the question she pulled him from his endorphin happy mind. "Kids? They're cool and wouldn't mind a couple of my own some point." He closed his eyes as she continued to trail a hand around his stomach. "Bet you'd be a good mom to though I doubt the government will let us keep em." His hand went to her stomach and he felt her laugh quietly.

              She batted his hand away. She was always ticklish around her stomach. She bit her lip slightly as his hand tried to pursue her retreating gut. She got up before he could grab her and pull her close for easy access to her stomach. Looking at him she smirked. "I see someone is happy," she said pointing out his erection. Better get him in a good state of mind before I tell him, she thought. She got onto the bed on her hands and knees, crawling toward him. Her shoulders bunched together enough so her breasts were prominent as they swung free of restraint under her up his legs and to his chest.

               Nick smiled as she gently pulled the sheets away from his lower body. He laughed at her pout when she saw he was wearing a pair of shorts he'd found. "Give me a sec-unnn" She had already pulled the pair down and pulled his thick member into her mouth. He clenched the sheets as his hips began to move in time with her. Soon they had a steady rhythm. Whores and hookers be damned, he thought as she deep throated him and one of his balls. They got nothing on her. "Deb," he panted as he came closer to his release. "Debra...OH GOD!" He bucked against her mouth as her tongue snaked around his throbbing member. When he came watched her throat work as she swallow it all. He lay panting as she pulled away, leaving his saliva covered dick exposed to the cool air.

            Debra pulled herself further up his body, mindful of his stomach. She fell to the side curled beside him once more. She smiled at his glazed eyes as he tried to get his breathing under control. Now or never I suppose, she thought. "Nick," she said kissing his pec. "Remember how I said this wasn't your run of the mill kind of breeding bunker." She watched him turn still glazed eyes toward her and nod.

            "You're pregnant. I get it," he said with a smiled. "And I put it in you. Damn you are good. Can't wait to see what you're like when you're horny as Hell."

             She chuckled. "No, Nick. You're pregnant." She watched as he smiled lazily and closed his eyes. Then she saw them snap open as all endorphins left his system.

             "What?"

            "You are pregnant," she said softly. "You're carrying our brood right now. And so far you're doing a fantastic job. If we're lucky all of them took."

             "What?" he repeated obviously in shock. Him? Pregnant? No no no. Women get pregnant. Not guys. Guys played sports, watched sports on tv, ate their meals from the cans when the woman wasn't around the cook em dinner, made women pregnant with children.

             Debra rolled her eyes. Typical first timer reaction. "I'll be here the whole time so you don't have to worry," she said kissing his cheek now. "I'll be with you right up until you deliever them. Like a good mate." She smiled and kissed his lips and still he remained unresponsive to her advances. I want him as my permanent. He's strong stock, good looking, and can handle my brood load without losing them, she thought hoping this time her brood lived past the sixth week mark. "I can help with the births." She brought her hand to his middle and felt him cringe away. She looked up her smile falling. "Nick?"

             Whatever he was going to say would have to wait. The walls closest to the ceiling came down and gas was pumped into the room. Within three minutes all he saw was the inside of his eyelids.

        It has been two weeks since she woke with the familiar headache from the knock out gas and found the note. All ten eggs took to his system and all feti looked healthy. She smiled and did as she should an showed it to Nick. He didn't take it too well. He'd been avoiding her for the past 14 and a half days. She go into the room with his food and he'd already be half way to the bathroom. When she tried talking to him, she was ignored. When she touched him, she could feel him flinch away. 'This isn't what was supposed to happen,' she thought. She sighed as she watched him unnoticed from the crack in the door.

        Nick ran his hand over his expanding stomach. She told him he was pregnant. She told him he was carrying 10 of her brood. 'Damn bitch. Damn fucking bitch. All this extra weight for what? Ten giant gas bubbles,' he thought looking in the full length mirror. He found he couldn't stop himself from touching his stomach. During the knock out 2 weeks ago someone fitted him with a synthetic skin much like Debra's. He was surprised to find he actually missed the itching and feel of scales under his hands. He was surprised he hadn't put on as much weight as he thought. He was still able to move around and his hips took the weight in their stride. He hissed as one of the "gas bubbles" kicked his ribs.

         She watched him admire his new form. She smiled sadly knowing he wouldn't allow her near enough to touch him anymore. She was glad. At least this batch made it to six weeks. Only six more to go. She closed the door when he turned still muttering under his breath and holding his side. 'He must have a strong pouch. He doesn't look like he's carrying ten,' she thought. A tear rolled down her eye as she noticed him glaring at his stomach. She wanted to run and protect her brood from such a look but withheld. As long as he didn't try anything they were safe. She watched him lay on the bed and sigh as he turned to the side. If he would only let her near him, she could help him form a better nest than what he had. 'He needs more support. He's going to strain a muscle if he doesn't have the support,' she thought going to the hall closet.

          When she returned with an armful of pillows, she noticed he had dozed off. Seizing a chance to help and to finally feel her brood for the first time in a couple of weeks, she stole into the room. She set the pillows down on the bed gently. She smiled at his sleeping form. Asleep he didn't flinch or glare at her. He was still so young though and not for the first time she regretted taking his youth from him. She started placing pillows behind him to help support his back. She lifted his legs slowly so as not to wake him and slid one between the knees, giving his hips the room they needed to relax. She was doing good. He was still asleep. When she got to the stomach, the last two pillows in hand, she took her time. She slide on under the base of his stomach without a problem, moving his errection aside. His body knew she was there at least or was he just turned on by the movements within?

           She ran a gentle hand over the swelling before lifting gently to put the pillow beneath it. She hadn't expected the fist that came to the side of her head, sending her against the bed frame. Looking up she saw he was awake. "Nick, I-"

          "You what?" he spat vehementally. "Were feeling around to see how much more I could take? Want to put more gas in me? You fucking bitch. Do you know how long it took me to get that body? And one night you fuck me and now look at me!" He gestured to the swollen middle. He hit her again getting up and following her as she tried to back away. "My body is ruined no thanks to you. Can't take hints can you? Let me spell it out. Stay the fuck away from me. I don't want to see you. I don't even want to know your in the house or bunker or whatever the hell this is." He swung at her again and made contact with the back of her skull as she ran out the door. He watched her neck snap forward and her head collide with the hall wall before she crumpled to the ground. He slammed the door, anger making him unconcerned for the woman outside.

           Debra lay in pain in the hall. Her ears rang and her neck hurt. What was worse she couldn't feel anything from her neck down. She had seen almost every reaction a first timer could take but this was the first that the person lashed out at her. For once she started to think she had made a mistake with him. Tears spilled down her cheeks. It wasn't her fault he was in here. It wasn't her fault she was what she was. She never asked for this life. She had as much choice as he had. It took her a few minutes to hear something besides ringing in her ears. A quiet sound of gasping and hitching with the hint of an injured plea. It took her a minute to know it was coming from her. She still couldn't feel anything and she couldn't call for help. She only hoped the cameras had caught what he had done. She closed her eyes praying someone would watch him to make sure he wouldn't harm the brood.

        It was two weeks before he saw Debra again. He woke up one morning to find her being wheeled in by two big guys. He sat up as best he could only to have a gun pointed at him.

        Debra put a hand on the one pointing the gun. She looked at Nick relief and fear in her eyes. "Scott, can I be moved closer? Please?" she asked quietly. Despite her fear she still missed him and her brood. She watched the two exchange looks before being wheeled closer. She was still out of arm's length. She didn't look at him. "Hi, Nick," she said quietly.

        "Debs," he said. He went to reach for her until he heard the gun again. He decided to remain still. "Debs I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

         "I know," she said quietly. "But they don't believe you are...Nick they aren't going to let me stay with you." A tear formed in her eye and crawled down her cheek. She looked at the dome that housed her growing young then to his face. This would be the first time she wouldn't be able to witness the birth of her brood. "I want to but they won't. Not without someone in here to watch us 24/7 and they simply do not have the manpower for that." She took a shaking breath. "Scott please. I want to feel them. I want to say good-bye. Please."

         Scott rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the other guard, Peter. "Sorry, Debra. We can't allow you to get close to him. We'll lose our jobs." He glared at the man on the bed. "But if he promises not to move even a muscle then I'll allow it."

         "Scott."

         "Peter just give her the minute she wants." He wheeled her towards the mans legs and turned the chair so her throat and body were well out of reach but her hands could still touch him.

          Nick watched Debra wanting nothing more than to hold her and tell her it was okay. He wanted to beg her not to leave him. He ignored the banter between the guards as she was wheeled where he could reach her. At the feel of her hand against his stomach, he bit back a moan. It felt good. It had been a long time since he felt that gentle slender hand against him and he missed it.

          Debra felt the little ones squirm in him. She smiled sadly. She got up slowly, pain obvious in her eyes. She used the bed to steady herself and kissed his stomach ten times. "Momma loves you," she whispered, tears now coming down her cheeks from both physical and emotional pain. "Momma loves you all so much. Be good for your father." She looked up at Nick as she said all. She went back to the chair.

          Nick watched her with tears in his eyes. At the feel of her lips on his stomach, his body reacted. He could see how much pain was in her eyes and wanted to take it all back. Everything. "Debs...I'm really sorry."

         Debra shook her head and immediately regretted it. "Nick. I forgave you while I lay on that floor. I love you. Take care of them. Please. Take care of them." She settled back into the chair. She felt Scott's hand on her shoulder. "Get me out of here before I do something stupid." She was talking to Nick but could've easily been to Scott. She let her tears spill now as she was wheeled out of the room.

         Peter looked at Nick with disgust. He came up to the man and put the gun to his stomach as he spat in the man's eye. "You are a repulsive, evil thing. If it weren't for this job's benefits and pay, I'd shoot you and these things without so much as a thought." He was whispering low as Nick watched with fear. "I suggest you enjoy your last weeks. Once they're out, you're fair game." He turned back to the mirrors he had been blocking, a smile on his face. "Congradulations. Hope they are as cute as their....I guess she'd be father wouldn't she." He laughed and went out the door.

         Nick could hear the boom and click of a large door. He wrapped his arms protectively around his middle. He began to cry now. "God above. Debs I'm sorry. I'm so ****ing sorry."

         Nick blinked at the blinding desert light, the heat taking his breath away as the sun touched his skin for the first time in so many months. Or was it years. His celebration at seeing the old friend was short lived as pain shot through his body. He tried breathing through it as the sound of the motor grew louder. Looking around he noticed a jeep waiting with two men inside. One was clearly pregnant the other might have been. He hissed as Debra put him in the back beside the other.

         Debra put a hand to her neck and rubbed almost in an irritated fashion. She jumped onto the back. Holding on with one hand, she shouted, "Go. We need to go. Now." She was nearly dislodged as the jeep jerked to life, kicking up sand and rocks as it made its way to the road. She sat on top of the seats between the two pregnant men. Her first priority was to keep her brood safe. Now that they were safely on the way from the danger the next priority was the fathers. She looked to Nick then to Zack, the newer of the two, then back to Nick. "How you holding up?" she asked putting her hand onto his shoulder.

        Nick just looked at her for a minute before the pain peaked. "I'm scared shitless, in labor, and in the back of a jeep going who knows where. How do you think I'm holding up?" he snapped at her. As the pain faded he noticed her hand was no longer on his shoulder. Looking up, thinking she fell off, he saw she had moved closer to the other man. Then he heard a familiar voice from the front.

         "Everything okay back there?" Scott called back over his shoulder as he swerved to avoid a rocky outcrop. He had noticed her in the mirror.

         "Fine," Debra lied. "We may need to get somewhere soon. His water broke back in the bunker. It's only a matter of time before he's going to need to push." She looked down and saw Zack was watching Nick with a mixture of amazement and hostility as the other man reached for her hand. She knew most of the first timers needed reassurance during their labor so didn't protest as Nick took her arm and held it tightly as another contraction wracked his frame.

        Nick watched the scenery pass until the pain hit again. He felt when Scott left the road and hid in the shade of a small outcrop. The sound of helicopter blades chopping the air passed them. He noticed Debra curl, almost in a protective way. He was about to ask why when all the air felt like it was pushed out of his body. Shock waves buffeted them as what could only be multiple bombs hit what was once the compound he'd been in. He curled subconsciously over his stomach and watched the other man do the same. When he looked up he noticed Debra's eyes were closed and she wasn't moving.

        Zack put a hand up to Debra. He called her name. "Debra? DB?" he asked shaking her arm gently. He gave a sigh of relief to see her eyes blink a open and then her lips moved. He frowned when he didn't hear her voice. "What?" He watched her jump down from the jeep and started to pull the other man out of the jeep. He then looked to Scott who pointed to a spot hole in the outcrop.

        Debra had to get them moving. Scott had to take the car from this safe place. She carried Nick to the hole, ducking to get through. She felt Zack behind them. It was a good three feet in before she could stand upright again. She put Nick down and went back outside to get the bags. She looked at Scott as he handed her the bags. She pulled him into a hug not knowing when she would see him again. "Thank you," she said when he could see her lips. She watched him nod before driving off, hoping he wouldn't forget to come back with food and more importantly water.