I gradually got hooked. By my third pregnancy, I realized my body was unusual. I can hold way more sperm than other guys. I can carry more babies at once.
Damn, even Matt pumps me like crazy between pregnancies.
I became a permanent member of The Club. What’s more, I became the first person who could handle two hosts at once.
Not everyone could handle the flow of sperm from a single host, but I was practically born for it.
After getting inseminated, I hung out in the club’s lounge. Two guys came up to me. They’d probably never seen an incubator before.
“Oh, are you about to give birth?” one of them asked.
“Dude, I just got filled up. I’ve still got a long way to go,” I replied, a little smugly.
“Fuck, man, seriously, how much cum is inside you?”
“I just got fucked by two hosts.”
“Two hosts?! Is that even fucking real?”
At that moment, one of the hosts walked over to us and gave the guy across from me a defiant look. “Okay, you’re next,” he said, pointing at the guy. “I need to unload a little more cum into someone.”
The guy was in shock, but refusing a host like that was beyond his strength. He obediently followed the host and returned half an hour later with a rounded belly.
“So, how was it?” I asked as he sat down across from me.
The guy just gave a thumbs-up. I get it. After the first time, I wasn’t in the mood to talk either.
“So what about you?” the host pointed at the second guy. “I can fill you up too.”
But he just waved his hands.
We all laughed together. That’s enough incubators for today.