Red Project

Part 8

"Figures a scientist would do that. What sort of experiment?" Brooklyn asked, concerned.

"Well, as we guys know, that we only help our female counterparts make babies." Vick went on.

Brook raised his eye ridges questioningly. This was a bit sudden to be talking about this subject. "Yes, but what has that to do with me? What experiment?" He asked, annoyed.

"Irene wasn't just trying to fatten you up. She also came up with a solution that would also end up getting you pregnant." Vick finally finished.

Brooklyn's eyes widened. "That's not possible. I'm a male." He was hoping this man was just making this up to scare him.

"Us human scientists have been trying to solve many a dilemma for years to outdo what Mother Nature only had planned. But Irene wanted to test out this experiment on a male creature that happens to be so rare when there aren't any females to test it on." Vick explained. "Plus, with her being a woman, I think she wanted this tested on a male to see what would happen, if it would be any similar to a female's pregnancy."

"But where is Irene? She had me comfortable enough. Where do you fit in in all this?" Brooklyn demanded.

"She sold you to me. She was getting bored of you. But she does want the baby back when it's born." Vick declared.

"This is insane! I'm not pregnant!" Brooklyn glared and pushed himself to his feet. His chain rattled as he stood up. But as he got up, he felt the weight in his stomach shift. He had never felt that weight before. "And I do vaguely remember that I would wake up every night and instantly be put back to sleep with being injected with something! What's really going on?!" He demanded furiously.

"Everything I just told you is true, Brooklyn. When you were having what seemed like an illness going on night after night, it was the early signs of your pregnancy kicking in. You just didn't know it at the time." Vick explained.

"I refuse to believe that! I'm NOT pregnant! She just wanted me to eat a lot so she could get me fattened up, and for WHAT?!" Brooklyn snarled angrily. "I never would have wanted to become fat!"

"Brooklyn, you are only going to get fatter, I'm sorry, whether you believe me or not." Vick said flatly.

"Just either give me smaller portions, I'll exercise, or I'll stop eating altogether! I will lose this weight she put on me!" Brook exclaimed.

"You're not going to be fasting anytime soon, Brooklyn. Though I would have to agree with her that you are growing quite a prize in your belly." Vick glanced at it.

"If I had something in my belly, if it was put in me by an evil scientist, I'd want it taken out of me!" Brooklyn proclaimed. "I refuse to be part of someone's evil experiment without my consent!"

"I'm afraid you already are." Vick replied. "And I'm being paid to keep the experiment going. You don't have a choice, Brooklyn. It's been done and it's not going to be stopped anytime soon. You will be feeling movement from the baby real soon. You see, you're four and a half months pregnant at this point. That's why your belly is so swollen right now. And you remember having those struggles right after awakening all the time because I was paid to keep you asleep during your earliest weeks to help get you through the toughest time to help you avoid the issues of so much of the sickness stress and fatigue. Keeping you sedated all the time was easier. Now that you're into the second trimester, the sickness should be gone now." Vick explained.

Brooklyn couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made him keep a hand on his stomach. "But how would I have it? I can't have a baby."

"Easy. A c-section." Vick replied.