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Them: *Grins and pats your belly*

Fuckblimp Russell: My chubby belly wobbled a little, “Hehe.”

Them: purred and lightly squeezed and caressed the fat boy’s tits and tummy. “Mmm, you’re long overdue for a violent explosion, you little fag…”

Fuckblimp Russell: Gulping, I whimpered a little. “Y-yes! This fat faggot needs to be put in his place and explode!” My belly and boy tits were plump and squishy, plenty of fat in them.

Them : growled and tweaked the slut’s nipples. “I don’t have long… but I can offer you a swift, undignified obliteration, if you like?”

Fuckblimp Russell: “Oohhh!” I moan, my body shaking under your grasp. Nodding, I reply, “Y-yes, anything! Punish this horny, twisted boy whore!”

Them : My face twists into a snarling grin as I shove the faggot back onto his fat ass and straddle him, slapping him in the face with my soft, long cock. “Get me hard and I’ll burst you like the worthless cunt you are!”

Fuckblimp Russell: I cry out as I hit the floor hard. Yelping out again as you smack my face with your flaccid, but still massive cock, I look up with shameful and lustful eyes. Wasting no time, I began stroking the cock, a hand at the base and another towards the tip. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this again!”

Them : I smirk down at the soon-to-be cumbubble, gradually stiffening in his girly little hands. “Pfft, getting your hands around a cock and begging to be plugged like a fucking bitch? That’s just another day at the office for you.”

Fuckblimp Russell: “Ooohhoohhhoohhh,” I moaned, trembling so much just from the excitement. “K-keep talking dirty to me, I could get off just to that alone,” I say, stroking your cock hard, my hands going up and down the length as it swelled up.

Them : I laugh nastily. “You think I give a fuck about you getting off? I just want to see you burst into shreds, you worthless whore.” My cock throbs as it finally reaches its full size and I slap it back and forth across your cheeks until they’re bright red. “Beg for your destruction.”

Fuckblimp Russell: Tears were actually forming in my eyes, yet I was getting so incredibly hot. “Aahh, oowww, god!” I cried out as you beat my cheeks with the massive, hard cock, strong enough to probably bludgeon some one. Sticking my fat, wobbling ass for you, I obeyed. “Please master! Fuck my puffy asshole! Stick your cock right up my pooper and rape this whore until you cum! I want to be your worthless cum bubble!”

Them : I snicker at the utterly pathetic display in front of me. “Stupid slut, I’m not going to fuck your ass. But if you’re that desperate…” I shove three fingers into your slutty mouth, thrashing them around until they’re wet with your foamy spit, then tug them free and ram them up your hungry queer ass instead. “You like that, huh?”

Fuckblimp Russell: My eyes shot wide and rolled back as your fingers violated my mouth. Weird, disgusting, wet noises and distorted moans erupted from my mouth. I coughed rather violently once you pulled them out, screaming out as you rammed them up my ass. “Oh fuck! Y-yes! I l-love this!”

Them : I worked a fourth finger in there, flexing and stretching them out in all directions. Still straddling you, I wriggle my way down, dragging my hard, drooling cock along between your fat tits and over your belly… then poked my cock head into your navel. “But will you love this?” I purr, before SHOVING into your tight bellybutton with a loud, wet squelch!

Fuckblimp Russell: “Oh god, y-yes! My asshole feels so good! You’re making me feel like a whore again!” I moaned. As your cock rubbed in between my boy tits and belly, I looked down as I felt the hot and massive head right over my navel. Before saying anything, you already thrusted and your cock plunged into my gut. “Oh god, what are you doing!? Th-that’s my belly button!” I screamed as your cock stretched my navel.

Them : “Yes, it is. Well done!” I snarl as I plunge myself inch by inch into your guts through completely the wrong hole, all while still punching your asshole into submission. “And you fucking love it, you dirty pincushion!” I grunt and growl as I pump and pound into your impossibly tight belly hole, leaking my pre directly into your insides!

Fuckblimp Russell: My belly stretched and bulged around your cock as it penetrated deeper. My asshole was quickly becoming sore and more sensitive from your hand. “I… I…” I stuttered, biting my lip. Your cock was rubbing against my organ, the pre flooding them. “Y-yes! I dove love this! Rape my fat, faggot tummy! Fiat my asshole!”

Them : “Mmm fuck YEAH you dirty little cunt!” I finally worked my thumb into your asshole, properly fisting it open like you deserve. I continue raping your belly, pounding deeper and deeper, spewing endless pre directly into your stomach and force a deep, nasty, growling kiss onto your girly lips!

Fuckblimp Russell: “Oh fuck, ahhmmpphhh!” I cried out as you locked lips, my asshole stretching so tightly around your fist while my belly, filling up with pre, was starting to look rounder. I let my mouth wide open, giving your tongue total access to my drool filled moan hole.

Them : Deeper and deeper I ram slam SMASH my fist up your faggot ass… and then I release a massive, filthy moan into your tongue as my ass-plundering fingers wrap around my cock within you! Snarling into your drooling slut mouth, sucking violently on your tongue, biting your lips, I begin to jerk myself off inside you, my balls already starting to tense. “Gonna… nnggh… fill you real fucking soon, slut…”

Fuckblimp Russell: “Mmmppphhhhmmmmppp!” I muffled out, along with far less coherent cries. My ass stretched further and further as you shoved your arm deeper. I could feel it moving inside, thrashing up and down in a very familiar fashion. “Y-yes, make this fat faggot named Russell a cum blimp!” I moaned, eyes rolling back again. My insides were in torment, yet my body still hot and excited.

Them : Gripping one of your girly tits with my free hand, I lick and kiss and bite all over your faggot face as my grunts and growls get louder and more animalistic. “Ohhh fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCKKK!” I scream as my balls finally begin to contract and erupt their thick, sticky load deep into your slutty belly! Gallon after gallon of sloshing spunk empties into you, rapidly pumping you fuller, fatter, more and more rotund with no signs of stopping!

Fuckblimp Russell: “Aahhh, oh fuck, mmmm! Ravaged my faggy body more!” I cried out as you teased me. As the low pre leakage suddenly turned into a massive cum wave, my belly instantly blimped up, swelling up hugely in mere moments. My insides felt so hot and sticky as gooey cum coated everything. Already my limps were feeling a bit stiff, with your cock already broken the barrier of my belly, the cum had no dams. “Oh fuck! I’m swelling up so soon!?”

Them : I laugh and hold on to your waterbed-like belly as it swells and stretches noisily towards the cumbubble it was always destined to be. “Oh god, you feel so good inside… mmm, shame they won’t be insides for much longer…” I grin, sucking on one of your swollen tits until my own cream squirts from the nipple.

Fuckblimp Russell: While my belly was swelling up the most, my limps and ass were plumping up as well, cum sloshing inside, under the skin. My boy tits were becoming rounder as well, even starting to leak your cum once squeezed enough. I was becoming a fat blimp, so huge round, cum sloshing so violently and loudly. “Oh god, please! Don’t stop degrading me! I’m becoming a bloated zit, a fat fag!”

Them : humped into your growing, tightening belly, endlessly emptying my balls into your worthless slut form. “Yeah, you’re a fucking disgrace! A living cumbubble! Fuck yeah, a zit is right… I should just fucking pop you up against the mirror…” I cackle as I grip your tits and wobble them around, licking over your face as it slowly gets engulfed by your bloated breeding sac of a body!

Fuckblimp Russell: As my belly grew wider, pushing out further, my guthole was swallowing up more and more of your cock. “B-but then I’d see myself! I’d see my body fatten up! I’d see my face, staring back at me, at the cum bubble my body has been turned into!” I moaned out. As my limps became fat, bloated cones, my ass and tits the size of fake bimbo’s, my belly started absorbing them as it expanded.

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Luke's eyelids fluttered open, heavy with disorientation, as the cold bite of metal restraints dug into his wrists and ankles. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp concrete and rust, the dim glow of a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the basement walls. Pipes dripped rhythmically in the distance, like a mocking heartbeat. He was strapped to a tilted metal table, his body already a testament to years of indulgence—280 pounds of soft, jiggling flesh. His gut hung heavy over his waistband, love handles spilling sideways, thighs rubbing together even in stillness. Moobs sagged like overripe fruit, nipples peeking through the stretched fabric of his shirt. Panic clawed at his throat. "What... where the fuck am I?" he muttered, straining against the bonds.

So what’s the absolute horniest freakiest most fuck-boy filled frat on campus?  (Mod Note: We’re unsure if this is…. “pregnancy”, but we will let it slide…….. this time.)

           You knew you wouldn’t be able to ask the advisors such a raunchy line of questioning, and you were a little late for the rush, but you also knew that you weren’t gonna be able to get through college without some people to help you with your little problem. So, clad in cargo shorts and a light t-shirt to advertise your slender body, you took a walk one evening when the sun was orange and the deep blue sky was streaked with pink clouds.

           Using your friendly freshman face and eager attitude, you were able to get directions to the various frat houses. There was a nervous lilt to your steps; your little ‘problem’ was already starting to creep up on you and your poor tummy felt chilled and achy. Your midriff crawled and tingled and anyone else might’ve called it anxiety, but you knew better.

           One young man greeted you wearing a classy suit and spoke in only professional tones. He let you take a peek inside the frat house, which was clean and quiet. But a business fraternity was probably not the place to help you deal with your issue. You thanked him for his time and left. He seemed very polite and understanding, if a little, well, too formal. “I was new here once, as well. Good evening!”

           There were three other frats to inspect. Your belly gurgled and made you quiver with the aching emptiness. You weren’t hungry though, and that soreness in your loins wasn’t related to blue-balls in the slightest (you had a laptop and a decent internet connection, after all). In fact you weren’t even really horny otherwise… but your body was sending that naughty little signal to you again. It had to be taken care of soon. Like before morning.

           Two of the other frats were wrong for you—one seemed to be more of an extended band camp than a frat, and the other was science-related. They were full of lanky, wiry, reedy young men it seemed, the kind who (like you) weren’t averse to porn and a fap session when they got horny.

           You needed some guys who weren’t satisfied with porn.

           And when you got to that last frat house, your lower abdomen gave a little swoop of joy and adrenaline: the young man who greeted you at the door wore only boxers and a rear-facing baseball cap, and he had a thick, burly wrestler’s build.

           This was exactly what you’d need during your time at college. You could tell just by looking up at him. Damn. Damn. Perfect. Your belly bubbled at the thought of him smirking down at you as he pinned you under his weight…

           And then he showed you inside and you saw the mess, the graffiti, the upturned furniture, the smell of alcohol and the undertones of musk… the wacky antics being seen and heard in various rooms, the massed cheers of “OOOHHHH” as someone landed a ball in a beer pong game.

           “Name’s Brad,” he said with a slightly tipsy smile stretching across his reddened face. He shook your hand as he smirked down at you. His grip was strong, his hands rough, his arms muscled. You chanced a glance down at his sizeable bulge. Of course his name was fucking ‘Brad.’ You never met anyone who looked more like a ‘Brad.’ It was such a stereotypical name for such a stereotypical-looking frat-boy.

           But… yeah. THIS was the frat you needed. “So. Uhh… maybe I can apply?” You tried not to look like you were wrapping your arms around your aching cold tummy. This close to a big, strong…

           Seeder…

“Well I should… *belch* oof, s’cuse me haha, I should probably take you to the President,” Brad said. He smelled like sweat and musk and beer and,

           AND,

           He draped one of those thick arms over your shoulders and steered you to the stairs leading up. Barely knew you, already touching you like you were longtime buddies. In his case it was absolutely the beer, not that you minded the intimacy.

           Fuck he smelled like cum. His boxers were tight across his muscular thighs and while they seemed clean, the odors of repeated sexual encounters with no showers in between clung to this guy, heavily. It made your aching belly tingle and buzz with anticipation.

           It had to be this one. The party frat. Exactly the place you were looking for. Drunk, horny frat boys doing stupid shit every night. Perfect.

           A shiver zipped down from the small of your back to your rear end.

           It may have had something to do with Brad’s big warm arm holding you to his side and giving you a friendly squeeze and “we have TONS of fun here, parties every weekend, the house gets filled with girls…”

           GIRLS. How wonderful. If it’s one thing to be seeded, it’s another thing entirely to seed. You were very pleased the first time you fucked a girl and realized that despite your strange condition, you were still quite able to ‘be a man’ and enjoy heterosexual sex. At least none of your high school athlete ‘buddies’ gave you a hard time about it.

           And why would they? After all…

           “WHAT, Brad?” the president’s rough voice yells from inside a door.

           “BUUUrrrrrp. Got a pledge!”

           “Oh. Send ‘em in.”

           You entered a dimly lit room absolutely heady with the smell of fresh cum and spilled alcohol. A young man stood in the center of it all, and a feminine body knelt before his crotch while slim arms wrapped around his powerful core from behind and rubbed his pectorals.

           He looked down at you as you drew close. “Huh. *burp* You don’t look like much. You wanna join? What for?” The entire scene reminded you of a victorious barbarian lord being attended to by some captured wenches. Drape some pelts around the room, maybe. Some torch lighting or candles instead of the dim lamps.

           The long, tan, sculpted girl behind him peered around his big, round shoulders. “Ooo, James, he’s CUTE, look!”

           You blushed, not that anyone could tell in the poor lighting. The old jealousy still jabbed at your emotions; all throughout puberty you watched your high school classmates and friends turn into men. It happened slowly, throughout the school year, or sometimes it would happen quickly over a summer vacation and you wouldn’t recognize the big, studly new classmate until he “reintroduced” himself and you realized that he’d been smaller than you four months ago.

           You, unfortunately, remained a smooth, slender babyfaced boy as your peers shot up and out all around you, and you hated it… until you realized that not only were many girls infatuated with your tender, prettyboy looks, but the various jocks in the lockerroom that much hornier and willing to help you deal with your “issue.” All you had to do was show up after a game.

           And it all worked out in the end. At least until you graduated.

           They got bigger, and bigger, and manlier, and hornier, and you… well you got a little taller at least. Filled out a tiny bit so you didn’t look like a child anymore, but… but it was ok, wasn’t it? Because the bigger and manlier your classmates grew, the hornier they got, and the more satisfied you could all make each other. Some of your best high school memories were after games, when the big thick powerful jocks took their turns… warming your tummy…

           James gently shrugged the two girls off him. “Gimme a second here.” He strutted right up to you. OOo he’s so big. He had the look of a Hollywood heartthrob, a teen idol who grew up and kept his looks but packed on the muscle so he could play in action movies instead of romcoms.The closer he got, the more you had to look up, and him down. He had dark, spiked hair and his tanned skin was covered with sweat. His slick boner almost poked you in the navel. You almost pushed your abdomen forward just to feel it.

           “So you… you wanna join.” James wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “What’ve you got to offer us, huh? You know frats are based around activities, *belch* right? They got the business majors, the music majors, uhh… are you gonna be on any of the teams?”

           “No, but… I got a proposition for you,” you said. “How’s free beer, whenever you want it, sound?”

           James started laughing. “Yeah… yeah right! So you’re a rich kid tryin’ to buy his way in, huh?”

           You pulled out your trump card—a little glass bottle you’d kept in one of your roomy pockets, filled with golden-brown beer. “Nope. Here, try it. I um. I make it myself.”

           “You do not, don’t gimme that haha,” James said. His big hand reached out and took the vial from you. He popped the top with his thumb, downing the entire shot. His eyes got wide. “Oh. Hey now. Hey… that’s pretty damn good! I don’t think I’ve ever had this brand before, where’d ya get it?”

           “I made it.”

           “Yeah, sure,” he laughed, and he passed your bottle back to you. “I mean if you wanna finance our beer cellar, I’ve got no issues with that…”

           “No dude, I actually make this stuff…” you cringed as your needy tummy growled at you. “I, uhh… I need help to make it though, which is kinda my proposition, uhmmm… basically…”

           It’s the moment of truth now.

           Even his smile makes you feel… oof. You cringe when he speaks, when his smoldering brown eyes undress you, like he’s already on top of you.

           “Dude you don’t have to lie your way in,” James chuckles. His voice is smooth, deep, manly, loud and strong, filling the room from a broad chest and you hate what your body does to you sometimes but you just REALLY wanna bury your face in those thick pecs and let him breed you…

           “I’m not lying, seriously, I…” you swallow and lift your shirt up. “I make it all, in here.” You give your smooth, flat abdomen a small pat. “Um. I’ve been doing it since puberty…”

           The two girls are probably too drunk and too horny to process what you’re saying, but one of them starts giggling uncontrollably and flops down on the floor. The other loses interest in you and resumes sucking James’ dick, not that he seems to notice.

           “In your gut?” James laughs. “I’m… dude I’m too drunk for this shit.”

           “Well…” There’s really nothing else for it. It’s now or never, and you wanna get bred NOW. You drop your pants and turn around and bend forward slightly, presenting yourself. “Here, just, see for yourself! If you don’t believe me.”

           James almost falls over as he laughs harder. A hand slaps his forehead. “So… you’re THAT kinda kid. That’s what she’s for, understand?” he says, petting the head of the ginger girl at his crotch. “I don’t really need an ass, especially not a dude’s ass… but hey I’m in a good mood. I’ll bite. BRAD!” he yells.

           OH FUCK YES BRAD breed me the errant thought whistles through your sex-emptied head like a blast of cold wind.

           There’s no answer from the other side of the door. “Damnit,” James spits, “babe, gimme my phone.”

           “Ooookaayyy,” the girl on the floor says. She grabs it off the smelly bed and slaps it into his hand.

           James takes a few moments to text. He smirks at you when he’s done. “So you’re a little faggot, huh?” He spits the word. If it were true, you’d probably be somewhat offended? But… it’s inaccurate. Sure, you want a dude to fuck you, but only because girls can’t… satisfy this strange aspect of your biology when it rears its ugly head like a wild animal in estrus.

           You swallow and try to moisten your lips; you suddenly realize you’ve been mouth-breathing… panting in anticipation… “Well no, but… sorta? I don’t wanna be, but I’ve got this issue—”

           “Hey. We don’t judge around here,” James says. His smile is more predatory than reassuring. “It’s a house fulla young horny dudes, after all. SOMEONE’s bound to take it in the ass sooner or later. But. Y’know. We’re bros.” His nose wrinkles and his lips twitch. His hands grip the ginger girl’s head to his crotch and she moans a little. “Swallow hun… Ahhh… anyway dude. If you like it up the ass, I can guarantee there’s a few guys here who’ll be more than happy to stuff ya on a semi-regular basis.”

           “I mean, I like girls too?” you say. “But this is more of a ‘need,’ I guess, is how I could put it.” You straighten up a bit, slightly disappointed that the big studly president isn’t about to firmly grasp you and give you the creamy filling you need… he’s got that broad, thick, vaguely triangular build that makes your stomach whimper and weep with a silent pleeeaaase pump me fuuullll!

You really can’t help it. You used to wish, every night, to the stars and to any and every deity you’ve ever heard of, to take this ‘curse’ away from you. But then you learned to deal with it. You learned to accept it, even. You still find yourself wishing sometimes that it wasn’t part of your life, but until you get miraculously ‘cured,’ you’re just going to have to roll with it.

           And when the beefy fucking beefcake Brad throws the door open with a horny grin on his face, and steps right up to you, mumbling something about a “pleasant surprise,” your belly does a flip.

           “Yo Brad. Get in here and fuck this kid’s ass.”

           “Hell yeah wait WHAT?” Brad chokes out a startled laugh.

           “He says…” James starts laughing again. “He says that he can make beer inside himself. But… apparently, you gotta fuck’im first.”

           “… I mean, hey, I’m game,” Brad says. He reaches for you. His big fingers wrap around your shoulders and pull you in. Then it’s his arms again, encircling you. Ohhh his arms are so nice. Warm. Muscular. Thick. Ohh he’s strong. He’s so strong. If you had any thoughts of changing your mind, it’s too late now, you’re nowhere near strong enough to even attempt to get away from his manly grip. He’s built like a soldier, and his short blond hair adds to the image. His bright voice whispers in your ear. “So you like gettin’ stuffed, huh?”

           “Yes and no,” you murmur. “Just c’mon. Give it to me.”

           “Hmm, alright,” Brad chuckles. You can feel his stomach puffing against you as he laughs. Then he turns you around. He tugs his boxers down and you feel his shaft slide up your crack. He’s already slick. “Well don’t you worry little guy. I’ll stuff ya. Stuff ya good. I’m a good stuffer. Here, let’s… let’s go over here.”

           Brad marches you to the bed and bends you down on top of it. He leans against you. Big pecs press against your shoulders. “I didn’t think I was gonna get to fuck a little prettyboy like you tonight. Are you a lil slut? You gonna be a lil slut for me??”

           “Nooo,” you moan. His head is broad like his shoulders, and it’s starting to crack you open like a walnut. “Ooooo nooo, but… but I need this… you guys don’t understand, but… but I’ll explain later… just… just cum inside me ok? Please? Gimme all of it. All your cum. If I get enough… ooofff… mmm!”

           Brad’s sliding in steadily. His hands are at your hips. He wriggles you back and forth a little to aid in penetration and you clap your hand to your mouth to stifle your squeal. “Oops. There it is,” Brad laughs gently. His big, callused hand grips your erection. “Was that it? That your sweet spot?”

           “MM-HMM!” you whimper through your hand.

           “Alright then.”

           “Fuck this is hot,” says the ginger girl. She’s not even bothering with James’ dick anymore. Her and the other girl previously attending James are sitting in each other’s arms and have hands stuffed up each other’s twats. Their lips and toes are twitching. Their bodies are completely covered in sweat.

           And James is climbing onto the bed in front of you. “Heh. Does it work from this end too?”

           “Nooo, no,” you shake your head quickly. “You’ll dilute… you’ll dilute the beer,” you grunt. “You want cum in your beer? Nope. Gotta be back there.” You jerk your thumb back at Brad. “Maybe. Maybe when he’s doOOOoone OHFUCK…”

           Brad mushes you into the moist bed. All you can smell is cum. You can actually taste it. You turn your face to finish what you were saying. “If. He. When… fffuck. When he’s done!”

           Brad seems to be an expert buttfucker. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was a good stuffer, really. He’s swabbing your prostate mercilessly. You’re starting to dribble down the side of the mattress.

           James frowns down at you. He ruffles your hair. “You were sayin’? Heh. You’re so skinny. Look at you. You look like a high schooler. Were you a lil slut in high school too?”

           “NoooyyyyyEEESSS!” you yelp.

           “I thought so.”

           “No, wait!”

           Brad rubs your chest and belly as he squeezes you close. “Here ya go lil buddy. Lotsa cum. Just for you.” And he starts to pump you full. Your entire body feels it. You can almost hear it. You’re too sensitive to this sort of thing. His ejaculation freezes you in place and all you know is that pounding throb in your ears and temples, booom booom boooom booom like an underwater series of kicks.

           “Hey James is it ok if we just crash on the pool table,” another male voice says from the doorway, “because Zack just… dude, dude what the FUCK are you guys doing?” he starts laughing.

           “Nick get up in this. This lil dude just decides to show up and ask us all to fuck ‘im in the ass,” James says. He’s got a hand around his dick, but at least he hasn’t forced you to suck it yet. He’s simply keeping himself semi-hard. Like he’s waiting his turn.

           “What? Seriously?”

           You look back. Nick’s a taller guy, lean and blond and judging by his looks, either a surfer or a skateboarder or a stoner.

           Brad hums in pleasure. “He’s got a nice soft ass too. And he let me right in. He’s done this before.”

           You sigh happily. Brad’s big hands are still rubbing your belly, and your body feels quenched, that awful sore coldness replaced by blooming warmth and fuzzies.

           Nick rubs his chin. “I’m… I’m not gay, dude.”

           “Fuck, bro, neither am I,” Brad laughs. He pulls out of you and wipes his dick on your crack before tucking it back in his boxers. One of his hands rubs your back. “But shit dog. Just give this ass a try.”

           You roll over, smiling. “Thanks…” Already you feel that telltale gurgly bloat in your tummy. Whatever incredible and reality-defying process that causes cum to ferment inside you…

           Your father never explained how it worked. He’d studied biology his entire life in an attempt to figure out his own exact same problem, and he’d been so crushed, so guilt-ridden, when you hit puberty and started to have your own heat cycle. Lamenting that he’d passed his issues to you.

           Neither of you knew how it worked, but it did, that was the reality. At least your mom was understanding, if a little bemused when it came time to discuss and deal with the regular issue of “quenching the cycle.”

           “Ooo,” you moan. Your hands gently rub your belly; you can feel it starting to get slightly bigger. “Ooooo that was nice. Thanks… Brad.”

           “Heh. Don’t mention it. Nice to have a soft hole to fuck,” he says, grinning a little sheepishly. “I just… whoa. WHOA. Dude. Duuuuude.” He leans over you. “James you see this shit??”

           James, at your head, looks down at you. His face is upside down, but you can see his eyes widening. “Uh. YEAH. Are you… no fuckin’ way. C’mere.” He grabs your shoulders and pulls you upright and then it’s HIS arms around your body and HIS hands on your belly and he’s so strong just like Brad and he’s already knocking at your backdoor. “Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.”

           “What’s going on in here anyway?” Nick asks.

           “Dude shut up a minute!” James snaps. “He’s… he’s pregnant.”

“Mmm,” you squirm happily in his big, manly arms. “If… if you… um. If I get… more cum, I’ll make more beer for ya.” He’s wonderful. You look down at his rippling muscles encasing you in a firm but gentle prison of masculinity. Something about the inevitability always drives you wild—such a big strong man can’t help but seed you. You really don’t have a choice, and neither does he.

           “Fuck YEAH,” James says. He’s got a slimmer, but longer cock than Brad, and he slips right inside your freshly used ring. “And… and this is for real, actually beer?” his hand pats your tummy, which is bubbling merrily as your strange body gets to work brewing up a batch. Mmmfff his hands are so nice and big and rough and warm… his arms, all around you, you wriggle with submissive arousal as he clasps you firmly against his manly body. These fratboys are even more virile than your high school buddies, their powerful bodies gushing with testosterone… they’re going to put SO much beer in you and you’re going to feel so good…

           You remember that James asked you a question. “Mm-hmm,” you nod your head. A dreamy look has come over you. It only really takes one guy to cum inside and soothe your heat cycle, but it’s best when you can brew up a nice big batch of beer, because that means your next cycle won’t be so intense. And of course, if you can get regularly inseminated, all the better, because then you don’t have to go begging and presenting yourself to everyone with a slight bulge in their pants.

           Hell, you can even find time to grab an equally slutty girl and go to town on her.

           Nick’s hand strokes his bulge. “Are you… is he getting bloated?? Shit, what’re you guys doin’ to him?”

           “We’re… knockin’… rrrgggg,” James’ voice is gruff and throaty in your ear, “knockin’ ‘im up!!” He too soon begins to pump a nice thick load into your tummy. Rich and creamy like expensive butter, you feel it plopping into your walls, into that odd space you’ve come to think of as your “keg.” A woman, with her womb, must feel something similar, but yours doesn’t create babies. Instead it stretches and swells to brew up a delightfully smooth lager, somehow converting man-seed into a tasty party beverage that was THE single most reason you got invited to every social event during high school.

           James has a stunned look on his face as he pulls you back slightly to look you in the eyes. His cock throbs inside you, nearly finished injecting his load, but… but he doesn’t soften. “This. Is… I like this. I like this. You’re in. You, little bro. You are IN.”

           “Heh… like what?” you ask.

           He bear hugs you to his chest. He nuzzles the back of your head and his huge hands rub your slowly growing stomach, pressing the tightening, growing bulge gently. “THIS. I knocked you up. This… is fuckin’ hot.”

           His two girls are an absolute mess, moaning quietly and shivering in each other’s arms. James lets you go, pulling out and getting to his feet on shaky legs. “I ain’t cum that hard since… shit. Yesterday? Hahaha… what’d you think about that ladies?” he smirks at them and gives a little gunshow. “I’m such a stud I can knock up other DUDES. One of you wanna try sometime??”

           The two girls groan loudly and laugh.

           “Dude stop,” Nick snaps at Brad, who seems to be dry-humping him every few seconds.

           “Lemme stuff you too, bro,” Brad mumbles at him.

           “NO.”

           “C’mon, lemme knock you up.”

“How high are you??” Nick asks, shoving him away. In the dim light you can see that his face is slightly red.

           “C’mon Nick,” James says with a cocky smile. He reaches one big grasping hand for you and grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed. “We got ‘im nice and slick for ya. You’ll slide right in.” James grabs your other ankle and opens your legs like a needy whore. “C’mon and help us knock this lil bitch up.”

           You’re too busy rubbing your bloating belly and enjoying the sensations to care about being called a ‘lil bitch.’ James’ fingers toy with your anatomy a little.

           Nick approaches. Like his body, his cock is long and lean, and he’s holding it in one hand tentatively. “It’s… it’s ok? Like he’s… y’know, he’s clean and all?”

           James grips Nick’s shoulders and holds him in front of you, poised to enter. “Fuck. The beer-slut. Nick. NOW. I want a keg. Tonight.”

           He gives Nick a little shove forwards and then reaches around Nick to grab your ankles again. Nick’s face is flushed and apprehensive, but he pokes your rear, then his eyes widen and he slides in almost as if he was pulled. James lets go of your ankles and they clamp shut around Nick’s torso automatically. Soon Nick is breeding you just as hard as his frat brothers. He leans over you and peppers you with little kisses and licks, making you twitch happily with each one, and then he smashes himself on top of you, pressing you into the bed.

           Pump, pump, pump, pump. In he goes, firing off a nice new rhythm of bursts into your tummy. Your abdomen thrusts steadily upwards, pushing Nick’s body up with it.

           “Hahahahaholy fuckinSHITdudedude whatthefuckwhatthefuck holyshit whatthefucking FUCK???” Nick’s voice shivers with a giddy incredulity. He leans back a little to look down at your belly pushing him away from your body. “You’re… whoa. WHOA. You’re like blowing up dude!”

           “Mmm-hmm!!!” you nod quickly. “Mmmmm…”

           His long-fingered hands splay on your belly as it puffs up and bloats. “I’m… did I… do this??”

           “YEP.”

           James is right behind him. “Fuck this is hot. Fuck. Fuck. If I wasn’t completely empty I’d have another go at it. Fffffuck. Look at you grow. And that is for real, no shit, actual beer in there?”

           “YOU’ll find OUT soOooooonn…” you moan. Your toes are curling and your fingers twitch.

           “Get OFF!” Nick laughs as James grinds against his back.

           “I should fuckin’ impregnate you too,” James mutters. He lets go of Nick and shoves him off, pointing at him and Brad and the open door. “Go get the others. Both of you. Get Zack, get Jake, get Rick, Brendan, Steve… get ‘em all up here. SHIT man you look full-term already.” Once more his huge callused hands are all over your belly. “How do we get the beer out? Hose in your ass?”

           You try to lean down but your belly is now getting much too big for you to reach that far. You can’t really get up anyway. “Ooooo it’s… it’s in my pocket… reach… down there… You need a tap… I can’t get it…”

           And all the while you continue to bloat. You can feel the beer bubbling and sloshing inside you. It’s wonderful. It tickles and soothes. You don’t need to drink it yourself. You’re already as pleasantly warm and mellow as can be. Utterly perfect. Your gut rises up above you like a smooth, shiny hill, and your navel pops up like a timer. You usually imagine a “ding” accompanying it when it does that.

           James pulls a spigot out of your cargo shorts. “Uhh… this?”

           “Mm-hmm!” you nod emphatically. “I can’t… oooff you gotta help me get up though I’m… I’m too heavy now…”

           The big frat boy puts his manly strength to use and hefts you up off the bed, cradling you in his muscular arms as he gently inserts the tap into your bellybutton. “Like, uhh… like this?”

           “Yep, yep…” you nod. “And then, uhh… just get a cup or something… mmm…” you relax in his burly arms. And you shiver when he props you against the wall and sucks on the spigot without even bothering to get a proper drinking vessel. Beer gushes out of you, into his waiting mouth.

           “FUCK this is awesome.” James looks at the door as more frat boys start to arrive.

           “What’s up dude?”

           “What’s going on in here?”

           “Smells like sex in here.”

           “Oh hey, is this a new guy?”

           And James takes a few moments to explain what’s going on in simple, single-minded jock terms, and soon you feel the warm press of big heaving bodies all around you, the room filling with deep voiced grunts and unintelligible swearing…

           Your increasingly “pregnant” beer-belly fills your fading vision.

           Ahhhhh you’re too exhausted and happy to bother fighting to stay awake.

           But you know you’ll be fine. This has happened before.

           Just before you pass out you have one last thought: I’m. Getting. HUGE.

           When you finally return to consciousness

           You’re sprawled out nude under a blanket, placed carefully on a soft couch. It takes you a moment to bring the room into focus but they’re all around you like members of a cult getting ready to pray at an altar. Their eyes, staring at you in wonder and lust. Every couple of seconds you hear belches all around you, some loud, some small and quiet…

           You focus on James, who’s casually seated in a big armchair like the slouching, smirking leader he is. His finger taps the side of his face as he leans into the palm of his hand. “Well guys… urp I think we found us a mascot finally.”

           “Dude,” says one of the frat boys. “Mascot?”

           “We can literally knock him up with fuckin’ BOOZE man,” Brad says. “This kid’s a motherfuckin’ treasure.”

           “Yeah man we gotta protect him,” Nick says. “If Delta Nu Sigma finds out what he can do?”

           Ohhh how nice, to have a big group of big strong men getting protective over you.

           Belching and burping and full of your product.

           A large warm hand descends from over the back of the couch to pat your stomach.

           “Or those douchebags from the community college?”

           “Ohh they probably will at some point,” James says, oozing confidence and certainty. He eyes you like a king surveying his domain. “Little dude… the possibilities you’ve just opened up for us…” his voice and eyes grow distant for a quiet moment. “We could… hmm… imagine… parties… fund raisers…”

You stare at him through a fatigued, lust-filled haze. His abs seem somewhat faded; he must’ve drank copious amounts of your fresh brew. Brad is noticeably bloated too, in fact, you can see quite a few boozy bloats around the room, protruding from under pecs, sitting atop boners…

           James snaps his fingers at a nearby brother. “Is that room in the basement clean?”

           “Uhh… no.”

           “Well go fuckin’ clean it!” James’ eyebrows rise up and the brother scurries off, taking a few other frat boys with him. “We gotta roll out the red carpet for this lil fucker, chop chop guys.”

           He grins at you. His eyebrows aren’t the only things in the room that rise.

           Holy crap every. Single. Bro. In the room. Is. Nude.

           You shiver and reflexively clench your ass, and realize that your hole feels like it’s been greased. Your belly is flat again, the tap sticking out of your permeable navel like a sports ball in need of re-inflation. There’s now a couple of different hands, attached to arms of various levels of bulk and power, patting and rubbing your flexible, quivering tummy.

           James beckons to someone behind you with a calm little twitch of two fingers. “Bring him over here. I wanna impregnate him again.”