Experimental Fatherhood, Ch. 1
#8 of Written Commissions
A commission for someone on furaffinity
Carlos is the perfect specimen for a research institute's test on letting feral male creatures carry and give birth, but they never expected the company providing the embryos to give the wrong ones.
The Westford Zoological Research Institute was the forefront leader in ensuring the health and safety of all of the animals that came to them, both wild and feral, as well as any anthropomorphic ones that decided to volunteer for their studies. However, they had never managed to quite figure out why one of their middle aged, hefty feral gorillas, who went by the name of Carlos, never seemed quite happy during his time staying with them. He would roam his living area, restless and sometimes disgruntled, but inevitably anyone that observed him for any length of time seemed to make the rather accurate realization that he seemed... lonely, in a way. He would pace his living space, and on occasion, look out to the other gorillas, particularly the younger ones, with such a forlorn look that after several months of this observation, it became clear just what he was yearning for.
He had never shown any interest in taking a mate or a partner, but it was clear from looking on to his sadness that what he wanted most seemed to be some sort of child of his own to raise and protect. Unfortunately, due to his clear disinterest in any of the other gorillas other than lingering around with the males for a while, none of them had any hope that he would have a child naturally. None of the other gorillas seemed particularly interested in mothering a child for him, since many of them were already paired off with a number of other male gorillas in the collection, though none of them seemed to shun him or show him any disdain. He was simply very obviously lonely and sad, and seemed to consider having a child as being a solution to this--a solution he could not come to on his own.
It was Dr. Yevna who came with to them with the studies report on implanting wombs into ferals who had no chance of having children on their own. While it was a fairly new study, there were slots open in the testing and analysis of it in Research Institutes across the country, and in a bit to try and lift the spirits of Carlos, Dr. Yevna was quick to sign Westford up for it; the decision came through within a short matter of just a few weeks, and they began to prep their laboratory for it. There was no protest when they made it clear to Carlos that they were offering him the chance of having children, though there was a little wariness at the process of carrying it though. While he wasn't too fond of the idea of some kind of operation, there was no doubting his eagerness to see if whatever the scientists were offering him would quell the quiet longing for fulfillment that made his chest ache every time he saw a child wandering the halls of the Research Institute.
There was a certain amount of excitement among all of the doctors as well; they had been researching ways of helping endangered ferals procreate safely, and the idea that a male would be able to carry newborns meant the potential safety and preservation of quite a few species. There were already tests for the procedure done on lions in Africa, a rare, endangered bird in South America, Pandas in Asia, and it was very easy for them to make the decision and offer to do it for gorillas on their end in the Institute. Carlos made the perfect subject for the project, and they could agree between themselves that they could think of no feral more deserving than the well behaved gorilla in their company. It was a project they were all more than willing to undertake.
The morning of the implantation, he was prepared accordingly. He ate very little leading up to it, though it seemed that he would have to be awake, but subdued for the operation, just in case he felt any pain. Supposedly the implanting of the womb and the insemination were supposed to be completely harmless and painless, so if he were to feel any discomfort during the operation, it would clearly mean that something was wrong and they'd have to investigate further. There was discomfort in being strapped, face down to a table with his knees bent just enough to leave his ass jutting up into the air, but it was necessary. His arms were bound under the table to keep him from panicking and pushing away the instruments or hurting himself or anyone else during the process. The result was the gorilla left in a somewhat vulnerable position, with the tight ring of his anus exposed from how his legs remained parted. It was almost embarrassing for any creature who was not used to being left with their ass bare and in the air, but with his squirming, the gorilla reminded himself that it was worth it.
The first doctor to come in was there only for a short while, and that was to exclusively prepare the gorilla to receive the womb--which would require some stretching of his anus to hold the implant. The gorilla groaned quietly, grunting as he felt the cool squirt of lube right against the bared skin of his tight hole, and he wasn't sure if it was the doctor's fingers at first, or if there were some sort of tool being used against him that pressed flush and warm to the little ring of muscle, gently beginning to coax it open. He squirmed at the sensation at first, shifting his weight on the table even as the doctor made a soft 'shh' sound to try and relax him, and he realized that it was a warmed, metal instrument a little smaller than what they would be using on him for the implant, that was moving in circles against his lubed hole to get him to relax. After a moment, the doctor finally pushed the tip of it in, and the gorilla gasped softly, nostrils flaring as it began to sink in him. It was only about an inch or two thick, but it was enough to spread him wide around it and press to parts of him that he hadn't anticipated to be so sensitive.
The gorilla moved, as if subtly trying to encourage the scientist to move the device inside of him, but the scientist seemed to have no plans of that; he was going to leave the device deeply in the gorilla until his partners arrived, even if the warm metal tip was pressed flush against the gorilla's prostate and making it hard for the gorilla to keep some semblance of control over himself. Despite the embarrassing situation he was in, there was no denying that his member was starting to twitch softly into a full erection, and he swallowed to try and ignore the fact that the sensation of being spread around the device was making him warm and excited.
The other doctors arrived not long afterwards, and by then he was fully hard, shifting uncomfortably though one of them gave him a gentle pat on the bottom and said that that was to be expected with certain stimuli, and to not be too ashamed by what was about to happen or any effects from it either. He didn't necessarily understand what the doctor meant by this, but finally one of them was moving the device stretching him, in slow circles at first as if to get the maximum amount of efficiency to it being in him, before slowly starting to pull it free. There was extra lubrication added, and he was grateful that the doctor had warmed the bottle by rolling it in his hands a few times instead of the last doctor, who had squirted it between the cheeks of his bottom cold. After that, there was a larger insertion pressed against his formerly-tight hole, left a little vulnerable by the stretching, though this one had a rounder head, about three to four inches across, and he shifted in surprised when he felt the slow pressure of it starting to push inside of him. He hadn't anticipated the size of it, but this one was much warmer, too, and felt like it was full or some sort of liquid. Little did he know, it was the insertion tool for what would become his womb. Even though it was artificial, it had been grown from tissue to match an animal of his size and shape, and the warmth the living tissue was letting off felt pleasant inside of him.
He didn't initially realize it, but along the way, they had sent along a small wire-camera next to the tool, and behind him, the scientists all watched the movement of the implanter deep inside of him, trying to find the best place to make sure that the womb would be out of the way and safe from disruption. Though they were implanting it anally, over time, it would grow to become a part of him that was separate from the anal cavity, and leave everything unimpeded along the way. Studies were still ongoing on whether or not the womb remained naturally or even functioned after giving birth to the hosted children, but they would address that later after they had the results of the preliminary study.
"There's going to be a tiny pinch," one of the doctors announced as they moved it deep inside of him, and he could nearly feel the movement in his lower abdomen, just beneath his stomach. Carlos grunts softly as he felt that little pinch, but it wasn't too painful. Little did he know it was the spot where the womb inside of him took hold and connected to his insides, where it would grow in him with a child but not block any of his essential tubing. There was a rush of liquid--fortunately, the tissue had been altered to also provide lubrication, because the gorilla was going to need quite a lot of it to fulfill the hormonal needs of carrying a child and delivering one as well. They'd already been altering his food for the weeks leading up to the surgery to prepare for those hormone changes as well, and the doctors had to wait a few, precious minutes to make sure that the womb had taken and wasn't moving, before they looked at each other in quite a lot of confidence. There was no movement, the gorilla was lubricating well (and showing good signs of receiving it, judging from how he kept shivering whenever they moved the implanter anywhere near it, with his cock throbbing between his thighs), and there were no signs of rejection.
They decided to move on with the insemination. The container full of fertilized eggs was brought forward, on delivery that morning and ready to use. It was a slow, careful movement to get the device that had implanted the womb out, and that had left him panting in response to all of the movement and he found himself rutting his hips forward and then backwards a bit to seek out any kind of friction. There was precum dripping from his cock, and he found himself barely able to contain another quiet moan when the implanter popped free from his anus, leaving him feeling the strange fullness of his new womb deep inside of him.
Afterwards, they pulled out another utensil, not quite as thick as the one used to implant the womb, but a little longer. From the way they moved the box nearby, and began to unscrew little vials, he could only imagine their contents were going to quickly be going inside of him--and he wasn't wrong. They loaded the long, dropper-shaped tool with the contents of one of the vials, before easing it into him. They were still watching the same camera as before, which hadn't been removed yet. On the camera they viewed the tip of the inseminator pushing in, and used that to gauge where the opening of the gorilla's new womb was, pressing it flush to his artificial cervix and then pressing inwards. As the womb had already started to connect with his nerves and tissues, the gorilla gasped as he felt the rounded tip of the inseminator push deep, and then begin to flood his new womb with the liquid holding the embryos, implanting them deep but also making a little liquid overflow, rushing around the inseminator.
The knowledge that he was being impregnated, plus the rush of feeling that came with the liquid pushed so deeply inside of him made the gorilla shiver hard, and cum over the table under him. He had managed to hold off for so long, but the plethora of feelings had him unbearable overstimulated, and he slouched with a tired, but excited little sigh.
It was a few hours after the operation that one of the nurses looked the box over, realizing to their surprise and dismay that the box was mislabeled and misdelivered. The same company that had done their work to fertilize the gorilla embryos also worked on human eggs and sperm cells; unfortunately, during the delivery, the Institute's box had been swapped.
According to the box, they had implanted Carlos with fertilized human eggs, not gorilla ones. Doctor Yevna was dismayed at hearing it, but he could only sight as he looked in on Carlos's living area while the slept peacefully, knowing how disappointed Carlos would be.
"We'll have to let it ride its course, and afterwards, we'll see what we can do about getting the right delivery to implant him with. Just let his body clear these for a few days, and everything should be fine," the doctor mumbled, his brows knitting together. They could do the second operation with no trouble, but the time delay was a bit of an inconvenience.
But then, weeks passed. No matter how often they checked his hormone levels from where they'd been boosted to receive the eggs, they never seemed to lower at all, instead shifting to what was normally expected of a mother-to-be. It was a medical mystery for a while, until one of the nurses quietly suggested that maybe, despite all odds, the human embryos had taken. That maybe Carlos was pregnant with the children of a human rather than the children of a gorilla.
The response was mostly skeptical, until Dr. Yevna ordered for a pregnancy test. To the surprise of the room and everyone on staff who was working on the project, the results came back positive. Despite their skepticism, the gorilla was pregnant with at least one human child.
Over the course of the next few months, they were all surprised to find that Carlos's body was adapting more to the anticipation of having a child; on the fifth month, he went for his first real ultrasound to let the doctors and scientists try to get a real grasp of what was going on. To their surprise and to Carlos's quiet pride, they found that there wasn't just one, but three small human infants now growing in the gorilla's belly. Though Carlos had been on the larger side before, that explained why he was suddenly starting to get much bigger as his pregnancy progressed. It seemed that all three of the embryos they had implanted him with had taken immediately and well, and now all three children were growing side by side in his quickly expanding artificial womb. There were no abnormalities, other than the fact that they were growing inside of a gorilla instead of a fellow human, and from what the doctors could tell, there were no health defects with any of them because of that. Three normal, healthy human children.
While it was clear that he was pregnant, that wasn't the only thing that was changing. His stomach at five months had rounded out almost perfectly so far, but just above that, there was a swelling to his chest. While he'd had normal pectorals before, slowly it was becoming obvious that his nipples were softer and a little more pronounced, and far more sensitive than they had ever been before. The areas around them were also softening, and beginning to grow; it was the start of a set of breasts on the gorilla that would probably only continue to fill in size as they started to fill with milk for the later parts of his pregnancy.
In conjunction with his larger belly size, his belly button had also recently started to shallow out, until the force growing in his stomach one day made it impossible for him to keep an innie-belly button, with a little bump where it used to be. He had popped into an outie as his children continued to grow. Despite everyone's concerns, though, Carlos was handling the pregnancy well; in contrast to his normal gloomy moods, his personality had shifted almost entirely.
Instead of staring longingly at mothers carrying around their new children while he sat alone on the sidelines, he had been incredibly social for the last couple of months. He had the "pregnancy glow" as well--wherever he moved in their living spaces, a couple of the other gorillas would flock happily to and socialize, taking care of him and feeding him as if he were no different from any of the other parents-to-be.
It seemed a few of the males would even fuss over his attention every now and then, but the doctors could only assume that that was because the hormones he was letting off, too. None of the other gorillas quite understood that his pregnancy had come from an outside source, and to a couple of them, it was almost as if he was going around unclaimed as a partner or mate, and even though he was already carrying children, they vied for even a little attention from the pregnant gorilla. Overall, all of the developments had wound up being rather positive. The ultrasounds every few weeks continued to bring back good results, with Carlos looking over them in delight as the doctors spoke slowly and told him that the little, forming blobs on the ultrasound were the children that were growing inside of him. It was all a bit overwhelming, but his excitement was clear none the less. He began making changes to his living area, building up a crib out of whatever supplies he could get his hands on, just so that he knew that his children would have a place to come home to safe, and it was obvious he had already started to plan for their arrival. He was helped by the other gorillas, who knew full well how to prepare for children by that point, and it became another focal point of community bonding for Carlos, who was finally starting to feel as if he had found his place in the group, and his home at the Institute at last.
At six months, they were comfortable in assuring each other that out of the embryos implanted, every all three of them were doing just fine, and would survive the pregnancy. While it was a miracle that the human embryos had taken, they had no words for the surprise that all of them had taken, and that none of them seemed to show any health problems. While the earlier analysis always came at the risk of one of the children not developing completely as what happened sometimes in triplets, Carlos was housing three, perfectly healthy growing children.
At nine months, though, it became relatively obvious that he was starting to become stressed out over little things. At first, it was just little disagreements with the other gorillas, or feeling like he hadn't prepared enough for the birth of his children. It was to be expected; as a first time parent and knowing that his due date was any day, Carlos was reacting reasonably. Despite the vets and doctors trying to make sure that his environment was as stress free as possible, it wasn't uncommon to see him sitting in a corner, looking a little unhappy or worried.
This caused a good deal of worry among the other gorillas, of course, who did everything from trying to feed him extra food, to offering him little trinkets or their places for him to stay, or company, but there seemed to be very little that the gorilla could focus on to take his worried mind of what was going to come soon. It was difficult to tell if he was concerned over actually giving birth, or what would happen afterwards, or if his children would be alright; he didn't quite understand that his children wouldn't be gorillas as well, and the scientists wondered if his nervousness was some kind of reaction to something going wrong in his body, or if he could somehow sense that his birth wouldn't exactly be a normal one.
One of the other gorillas seemed to realize that he was feeling stressed out, drawn in by the scent of nervous and anxious hormones that Carlos seemed to let off in waves whenever he got up and walked around their hallways and rooms, and after a few days of Carlos's pacing and uncomfortable walks with hands nervously stroking over his heavy, full belly, the other gorilla finally approached.
He was a large male who went by the name Frank on his tags, and the scientists were initially a bit nervous when Frank went after Carlos. He was known as being quite possessive over some of the other gorillas, namely the females, and they couldn't help but wonder if the lady gorillas worrying over Carlos's anxiety and his pacing had maybe annoyed Frank in some way. They watched from the sidelines, ready to move in and tranquilize the large gorilla if necessary, but they could only watch in surprise and somewhat alarm as Frank ran his hand slowly over Carlos's full stomach, feeling the movement of the active babies growing inside of him. Every movement was careful, calculated, and it wasn't long until Frank's hand moved up to cup one of Carlos's new, full breasts before Frank leaned forward to suckle at one of them, taking in the scent of the pregnant gorilla before him. Frank didn't seem to be treating him any differently from what one might expect of him doting on a mother to be, but he was being surprisingly tender with Carlos, as if he knew just what was upsetting him.
From their vantage points, the scientists looked on as Frank's touches explored the anxious gorilla's body incredibly tenderly, and judging from the slow way that Carlos seemed to be relaxing from his slow strokes and touches to his shoulders and arms. Though there was another reaction as well; the presence of the strong male gorilla and the way he touched and moved his fingers over his body seemed to be drawing arousal from the pregnant male as well. He was shifting where he sat, and Frank seemed to pick up on these little signs as well.
The movement between them shifts suddenly, and instead of being slow and affectionate and sweet, Frank's hands start moving a little more mischievously, down to caress his body and stroke in sensitive areas just under the large, swollen belly of the gorilla in front of him. There's teasing squeezes to his thighs, to his groin, and one hand stays on one of his swollen breasts to squeeze there, too, drawing just a little milk out that the exploring gorilla eagerly lapped up. It wasn't long until Carlos was squirming under his touches, clearly aroused and a little needy from the plethora of hormones that he was having to deal with on top of his already uncomfortable late-pregnancy symptoms. Frank handled this like a champ though, and helped Carlos get into a more comfortable position against his sleeping area, moving down to his hands and knees to tilt forward. The gorilla was reminded of the position that he'd taken when he'd first been inseminated, but instead of warmed tools and cold lubricant, Frank was a little rougher and a little bigger than some of the tools used. Fortunately the womb had created natural lubrication for him now, already adapting well to his body and he had no trouble when Frank pushed up to his tight entrance.
He slid in almost easily, and from the sensitivity that had come with the higher levels of hormones, it wasn't long until Carlos was gasping softly and squirming a little under him. Frank drove deep with a few grunting thrusts, going gentle at first as to not hurt the soon parent-to-be, and set a slow, careful pace at first. The gentle slap of his furred hips on Carlos's bottom echoed quietly in unison with his casual, quiet grunts, though the doctors watching and analyzing the situation couldn't hear it from the distance--though they did hear Carlos's soft noises starting to escalate. After a few minutes of the careful, exploring and gentle pace, Frank's more primal instincts started to kick in, and he began to rock them both a little more roughly. The momentum shifted Carlos forward with each slam of hips but there seemed to be no problem with this; the rougher Frank was, the more it drove away any lingering anxiety or discomfort that had been plaguing him for the last few days leading up to what he knew would be the birth of his children.
Eventually, Frank shifted to press his fists on each side of Carlos's chest in the ground, using this support and momentum to start hammering into him. The pounding pace was enough to bounce Carlos's swollen man-breasts, making the skin there rock and sway too in unison with his heavy, full belly. Carlos was the first to cum from the rough thrusts, giving a little cry of a noise as he was overwhelmed by the pleasurable stimulation to his prostate each time Frank thrust against it, hitting it with every jerk of hips against him. He came under where he was kneeled hard, and the resulting stimulation from Carlos's body tightening against him was enough to make Frank bury his hips as deeply as they could go, pumping deep thrust after thrust of the hefty gorilla's seed in him. The feeling was similar to how he'd felt when the little gush of fluids had hit him when he was first artificially inseminated, and Carlos shivered pleasantly at the memory. Even though it had been embarrassed, he knew that without htat, he would have never come to be full with the children growing inside of him.
The two gorillas lay panting softly for several minutes to get their breath and energy back, though as they finally came to a recovery in their afterglow, the scientists around the housing area were unfortunately having to move in. While they had wanted to see the effects of Frank calming him down, they had also had Carlos scheduled for his last checkup and ultrasound for several days now, and he hadn't been able to go because of their concerns over his nervousness and anxiety. Now that it seemed that Frank had managed to calm him down from that plethora state of panic, they were going to have to go ahead with that check up.
Frank was grumpy about being moved and sent back to the rest of the ferals, considering he'd just spent the better part of an hour tending to Carlos and he wanted to continue to do so. He was concerned and invested now, but the scientists did their best to assure him that Carlos would be back shortly and that he was just fine. Carlos, now heavily mellowed out, took a few minutes to recover still before he shifted to move with the doctors, moving at a little bit of a wobble because of how rough Frank had been towards the end of mating him.
There was no need to restrain him for the checkup. The doctors took a small blood test at first, before checking his reflexes and making sure that there was no pressure on nerves and that his reflexes were doing fine. He checked out just fine, but the doctors weren't quite done with him. This was Carlos' favorite part, though--the part where they gave him the ultrasound and he got to watch the movements of his children on the screen nearby.
He was quick to get up on the table for that, laying back as he had for the last several times that they had given him ultrasounds. The cool jelly was spread across his swollen tummy, and afterwards came the smooth plastic wand against the side of his stomach first, as the doctor moving to examine him slowly sought out the best view of the infants that were growing inside of him. The doctor who did these ultrasounds often hummed softly as he sought out the view of the triplets, and Carlos found the soft noises comforting as he watched the little screen that showed the inside of his stomach. Slowly, the doctor showed the vision of the first child that came on the screen, fully developed now with little shadows of it wiggling its fingers, and when it kicked out, Carlos could feel that movement inside of him bumping up against the inside of his stomach.
The second child was moving just as much, it seemed, and it was likely because of the cold gel of the wand that when it passed over, the infant wriggled in discomfort and pushed at its sibling--the next child that appeared on the screen. The slow movements were endearing, and showed the fighting personality of the middle child already. Carlos looked to the images on the screen with fondness, rubbing the base of his extended stomach where the gel hadn't been spread as far, with excitement.
"It'll be soon," one of the scientists observed with a smile on his lips. Doctor Yevna mimicked the glance, before gesturing to help clean Carlos up, wiping the gel away and moving to help him back to his living area.
That scientist hadn't been wrong--the very minute that Carlos made it back to his enclosure, he began to feel the shifting of his body, the uncomfortable pressure building and then suddenly there was water rushing down his legs with a short burst of warmth. His water had broken, and in his somewhat nervous defensiveness, he rushed to close himself in to his bedding space, not letting any of the scientists near him. Realizing that something was happening, a couple of the other gorillas moved in, pushing the human scientists and doctors away while Carlos laid himself flat on his bed and shifted to try and get as comfortable as possible. The contractions had started almost instantly; whether it was his stress for the last few days or the activity of the children from the ultrasound, they wanted out and it would be soon.
The other gorillas began moving to help Carlos get as comfortable as possible, and in the next ten or so minutes, the first head of the first child was already crowning. There seemed to be a brief moment of confusion among the other gorillas; none of them had expected, after all, to see a nearly hairless child start to push free from his stretched body. Rather than let the doctors help, it seemed that the entire little pack of gorillas, who had never particularly shown much interest in Carlos on his own, was now forming around him to begin helping him birth his human babies.
Carlos was short of breath, but the first child came free a few minutes after he started--a little boy, born squirming but fairly quiet. There were no problems with breathing, but the child was blessedly quiet, as if he was already taking his first nap. After taking care of the umbilical cord, the gorillas laid him on the soft bedding next to his new father, while Carlos winced and took another breath. He had a long way to go, even if his heart was singing with joy after the birth of his first son. It would be about another hour of desperate pushing, uncomfortable noises and the attempted constant comfort of every gorilla around him that the second child finally started to push forward as well. It was a somewhat more difficult delivery with how much the child kept squirming and shifting, though finally they managed to gently coax Carlos into pushing hard once more, and his first daughter came into the world as well in a little rush of fluids. Where her brother had been quiet, the little girl was screaming furiously as if someone had personally wronged her already, and with a bit of difficulty keeping her from wriggling right out of their hands, the took care of her cord as well and placed her next to her brother up on the soft bedding.
Carlos was nearly exhausted by now, pushed to his very limit with how difficult the second child had been, but with the gentle coaxes and subtle encouragements from the others, including Frank, he was finally able to start pushing for his third and last child after a few more tense minutes. It was a lot of work, and Carlos was breathing hard, but finally, after a few more aching pushes, the head of the third child begin to crown. It was easier than the second one, and by now both of his previous children had already stretched him easily enough that it was possible for one of the gorillas to reach against him and gently coax the child into being.
It was another boy, a little louder than the first but still not nearly as loud as the girl that was still crying angrily, but finally, all three of them were born. He couldn't help but marvel at how much smaller his stomach seemed to be and felt now that all of his children were lying next to him instead of staying firmly nestled inside of his stomach. Looking over each one, he let his fingers wander, stroking down one soft cheek of the boy, one finger getting grabbed by the girl, and then teasing a soft gurgle from the third.
He couldn't help but be terribly proud of his newborns. It wasn't long before he was lifting the fussy girl to begin feeding her at one of his swollen breasts, finally pleased to feel some kind of relief from the tension that had been caused by the buildup of milk in his chest for the last several days--but there was a certain, angrily warning look that he gave each of the scientists each time they moved to take a step forward towards any of him or the babies. The gorillas around him seemed to echo the sentiment; even though the infants hadn't come out as gorillas, it was very clear that he was going to be fiercely protective over each and every one of them. He had no doubt that if he left them close, they'd try to separate him from his darling children, and Carlos, even worn and weary and tired from giving birth, had no intention of letting that happen. They were his, they had grown in him, and he would be their father forever.