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Imagined dream sequence in The Backup Plan with Alex O'Loughlin

My frequent and multiple pregnancies started bringing in a lot of money. A whole lot of money.

The guys at the banks made less in a year than a couple of my pregnancies brought in. And I got pregnant several times a year.

So one day, Matt and I (we’re still not dating, but we fuck sometimes) decided to go on vacation to Hawaii. I knew my belly wouldn’t get any rest when Matt told me right after we went through security to shove a hose with a bulb into my ass. As soon as the plane took off, he pulled out the bulb syringe and suggested we “experiment during the flight.”

I knew Matt couldn’t be trusted in this regard. He always loved pumping me up to the limit. Fuck, why did I give in to that idiot?

Matt immediately started pumping as if his life depended on it. My stomach began to swell rapidly, rounding out under my T-shirt.

But Matt just kept going and going. He really loves it when the T-shirt slowly slides down my stomach, unable to withstand the pressure from inside. In half an hour, Matt had inflated me so much that I already looked full-term pregnant.

But damn it, that wasn’t enough for that idiot! For the next half hour, I sat there meekly while that moron kept pumping me up like an inflatable ball. I tried to look out the window and not even pay attention to my stomach. After a while, the pressure inside became so intense that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I looked down. Matt was stroking my huge stomach. My T-shirt had slipped all the way down to my chest, and my stomach was just massive.

Damn, damn, damn, I knew it! He did it on purpose so I couldn’t hide my belly. He wanted people to see me like that. And of course, just then the flight attendant came to tell us to fasten our seatbelts because the plane was about to land! The poor guy was in shock at what he saw. Matt made up some excuse, but we were just lucky that the plane was already descending and no one started making a fuss.

The plane landed. I could barely get out of my seat and off the plane. Matt would’ve been thrilled if I’d gotten stuck in the aisle. Those were the most humiliating few hours of my life. Everyone was staring at me, making faces, pointing at my stomach...

It wasn’t until we arrived at the hotel that I calmed down a bit. My back ached, and the skin on my stomach throbbed from the sudden strain. Matt checked us into a room.

As soon as we got to the room, I immediately flopped onto the bed, unable to stand up. Matt, meanwhile, got undressed. I knew he’d wanted to fuck me the whole flight, and no matter how tired I was, I had to get fucked right after we landed. Still, I wasn’t complaining. Matt’s cock always worked on me like a magic wand. It was as if I could take more and more.

Anyway, 40 minutes later we were already sitting on the beach. I was rubbing Matt’s cum all over my stomach, carefully pretending it was sunscreen and not my friend’s cum.

Even though Matt had just cum hard, I could tell from his eyes and the way he was stroking my stomach that he wanted more.

We went to the beach bar for a cocktail. The bartender handed me a mojito: “On the house,” as he put it. He didn’t ask me a single question about my belly. Matt saw a twinkle in his eye: “You mean no questions about why he has a belly like that?” “None. I wouldn’t mind making it even bigger,” the bartender smiled. Damn, he’s so hot.

Matt and the bartender took me to the room. The night was supposed to continue at our place. And that means I’m going to get fucked properly tonight. Two hot guys, one spacious bottom. The guys fucked me so hard that not only my ass but also my throat still hurts. The bartender had a very big dick and he really loves blowjobs.

Anyway, I didn’t expect my vacation to start off so intensely. What will happen next?…

Dion loved going to the monthly leather meet-ups at the local gay bar. It was the only time of the month where he could be himself. Otherwise, he was just the beefy knucklehead who worked in finance. No one suspected that he was ever into that kind of stuff... or guys to begin with.

He enjoyed getting to know all the different guys who came along to the meet-ups, and getting tips on where to buy different kinds of leather gear. However, one night, after a really stressful month, he managed to get drunk enough to flirt and eventually make his way to the bathroom with a first-time attendee. As soon as Dion saw the guy's larger than average dick, he knew he had to have it in him. I think he's got protection on, right? Dion thought.

***

People were wondering where Dion went over the past number of meet-ups. They were worried something went wrong after his hookup with the random guy who came along to the March meet-up.

However, as they came in for the next meeting, they saw Dion, sitting at one of the bar tables. He seemed relatively normal. He still had his beefy, muscular arms and shoulders, and still fit his harness and pants. However, their eyes pointed down towards his belly.

"Hey guys! Yeah, so... turns out that guy really did a number on me?" Dion chuckled as he looked down and felt his belly. "I'm pregnant. Around 27 weeks along. Even the doctors aren't completely sure how this was possible, but here we are."

The guys' jaws dropped.

***

"So, Dion, ready to pop this kid out of you?"

"Ahh, yeah, sure!" Dion sheepishly responded as he felt a strong kick from his baby. At 35 weeks, he felt this would be the last meet-up he'd be able to go to for a while... at least until he can arrange a babysitter to come and look after his son.

"I'm sure you'll be back with your tight abs and your bulging pecs in no time at all! You're already roided to the gills anyway, so shouldn't be too hard to bounce back."

"I'm natural, guys!"

"Yeah, that's what they all say... girl, you've got 21 inch arms, don't lie to us!"

"You know what I've also got? A 75 inch belly!"