Bulging Bros

He got me on the fertility pills within a week and then told the team I was open for breeding. I wasn’t surprised: it’s become pretty standard practice to load up a guy with a baby when he signals he’s gonna leave. That way, they know you won’t just go and join a competitor.

Being the frat house cum dump made him cocky as fuck. He knew none of his brothers could say no to him when he walked into their rooms at any point wearing just his jock strap. His bubble butt giggling for them to see. When he announced he was stopping taking his birth control that’s when it really got out of hand. Every single guy in the house wanted to be the one to knock him up. Of course he knew that would happen. The first night he left his bedroom door wide open and slept naked above the covers. He hadn’t been in bed for more than 5 minutes when the first frat mate snuck in and woke him up by placing a hand on his hip pulling his ass towards his hard cock.

That night alone he must’ve taken upwards of 50 loads. They didn’t stop there. Every night for a couple weeks they fill him with enough cum to get 100 people pregnant. When he inevitably started showing he could command the boys to do whatever he please. His belly was growing big and fast, and all the frat boys loved it. He used his belly like a weapon, getting the boys to do anything. There wasn’t a moment in the day he wasn’t being sucked or fucked, or having his belly rubbed and worshipped.

the other boy shrugs. "you knew already, though."

"i had my suspicions. god, just look at me..." he turns to the side, and it's worse. it's jutting out! already! he claps his hands onto his belly, gripping it and jiggling it a bit. as if he's expecting it to come off, or the bloat to go down, or for this to be fake. but he can feel it under his hands--it's firm. just like it was with his last brat. "how is this possible?"

"there's no way the boss is giving you another maternity leave within the same year."

the pregnant boy doesn't respond.

the other gasps. "you didn't."

"there's maybe a 30% chance it's his, okay? do you think that works in my favor, or...?"

"does it matter?" his friend cackles. "you're not gonna raise it anyway, right?"

he hates this part. his other kid is being raised by his far more responsible, far less slutty sister. he wants to do what's right--this always happens, it seems, he gets attached from the moment he starts getting morning sickness--but...

he rubs at the little belly. "right. i'm just thinking...if he thinks it's his fault i'm like this, he'll give me time off to push it out, don't you think?"

He’s so happy about his growing belly that he hasn’t had time to think about the fact that what goes in must come out. In a few more months, his tight little boycunt is going to be looking very different.

it got to the point I was sucking him so much that his Daddy asked to meet me. His Daddy was twice our age, and dressed smartly, with muscles clearly visible. In no time he had me up against the wall, cock buried in my ass, spurting his seed into me.

It’s been six years since Johnny graduated highschool, two years ago he graduated and about year and a half since he landed his good paying dream job. The only thing left that he wanted was a child he wanted, and who better to get it from then his former horn dog god like PE teacher.

“Good, now fucking finish inside me!” Johnny groaned, voice filled of pain and pleasure. “Holy shiiit!” He whimpered as Mr Alden pounds relentlessly at his prostate.

“You sure your on the pill?”

“Yes!!” He lied. “Now cum in m- ohh fuckk!” He yelped as his cock errupts with a contact stream of cum on the sheets under him without touching his dick.

Now Johnny didn’t lie, but he figured it was no point. He wanted this baby, and Mr Alden checked off everything in his list in things he wanted in…a sperm donor if you will. And it’s not like he was going to ever tell him about the baby anyway, so what’s the harm.

“Ohhh fuckk yeahhh! Cum for me boy!” Mr Alden screams delivering hard and slow last pounds into him as he empties his balls into the ovulating boy.

“Gat damn it,” Johnny collapses on the bed as he gets bred. The both of them catch their breath, silence.

“Ready for round two?”

Johnny sits up, trying to come down from the mind shattering orgasm. “Yeah why not.”