Chapter 13

             Andry turned over, scooting backwards until his cold limbs entangled with Morgan’s. The pregnant frat boy was a blanket hog, and despite the early morning sunlight streaming in the window, Andry was freezing. Morgan’s own body kicked out more heat than a radiator. Andry didn’t know if it was all the fur, the twin babies, or if Morgan was just naturally warm, but he curled up close and took advantage.

             He entwined his legs with Morgan’s, feeling the powerful but relaxed muscles, and then reached over and laid an arm across the hairy, bloated stomach. The twins were sleeping along with their father, and Andry’s hand drifted lower, feeling the outline of one of the babies in Morgan’s underbelly. The head was easy to find, a tiny swelling protrusion on the already enormous globe. He lightly swirled his fingers through Morgan’s thick platinum belly hair, imagining that he swirled the hair on the baby’s head. The idea that a baby was right beneath his fingers was mind-blowing. To think, under the fur, the skin, the thin layer of fat, the obscenely stretched muscles, and the solid walls of the womb, two small humans were floating inside their father.

             Andry always slept naked, and he had been pleased to find out that Morgan had no objections to doing so as well. Of course, Morgan had also outgrown almost every pair of underwear he owned. Boxers didn’t have enough room for his pendulous scrotum, and briefs could no longer contain his big bubble butt. Andry let his hand continue to drift down and settle on said scrotum. Morgan’s balls were at their full size, producing copious amounts of testosterone to fuel his babies’ growth. Unlike regular balls, the extra testicles also produced some estrogen, which made-up for the lack of natural estrogen in the male body. When standing, Morgan’s balls hung down so that they were just visible even beneath his big belly, and it took two adult hands to fully encompass the swollen sack. He left his hand resting on the furry package, feeling the testicles within shift every few minutes.

             He only wanted to cuddle, but Andry couldn’t stop his cock from coming to attention. He felt his exposed head slip out of his foreskin and nestle up between Morgan’s butt cheeks. Through his erection he could feel the extra fur protruding from the crack, growing out of the ultra-sensitive man pussy. Andry shifted to rest his head on the same pillow, grateful that Morgan’s hair was buzzed to short and he didn’t have to worry about it tickling his face. He kissed the back of the sleeping frat boy’s neck and then, in the gradually brightening light of the early fall morning, Andry dozed back off to sleep.

             When he awoke again it was several hours later and his bladder was screaming out for release. He unwrapped his legs from around Morgan, noticing that the blonde jock was waking up, too. Andry gripped the headboard of his bed and extended his legs, clenching and unclenching his toes several times as he groaned loudly and smacked his mouth.

             “I slept like a baby,” he said while he stretched.

             Morgan very slowly rolled onto his back, belly making a giant tent out of the sheets. “I slept like a man carrying a baby. Two babies!”

             “Lots of kicking?”

             “Earlier, yeah, but when you woke up and started massaging me, they quieted down and let me rest in peace.”

             “I’ve got the magic touch,” Andry said happily as he rolled over and planted a kiss on Morgan’s cheek. He swung his legs over the bed and Morgan extended his arms, clearly looking for some help getting out of bed. Andry walked around to the other side of the bed and gripped Morgan’s wrists firmly, plating his feet. Morgan’s own powerful legs did most of the work, but Andry could easily see why the jock wanted help lifting his gravid form.

             Standing up straight, completely naked, the late morning sunlight poured through the window and illuminated Morgan. Andry thought he looked like a swollen, fertile Olympian god. Big, powerful muscles stood in sharp contrast to the heavy, low-riding belly, shaped like a watermelon but infinitely larger. The light also caught all of his fur, clearly displaying hair up and down the meaty legs, bristling over the swinging nut sack, curving over the bubbly yet muscular ass, blanketing the ripe gut, and curling all over the swollen pecs and dark nipples.

             “Caught you staring. Again.”

             Andry grinned. “Damn right I’m staring.” His bladder jabbed him. “And if I’m not over a toilet in about ten seconds I’ll also be pissing myself.” He danced out of his room and down the hall. He passed by Sean’s empty bedroom. Had his roommate ever made it over to Brian’s last night? Or had he instead gotten hung up at Luke’s? Andry knew that Sean probably wanted to take advantage of the pregnant freshman’s willingness to please him, but he also knew that Sean had a crush on Brian. Admittedly it was a tiny crush, nothing serious, but combined with Brian’s four week full belly ready to birth any day, Sean wouldn’t be able to stay away. At least, I know I wouldn’t be able to!

             He started peeing and sighed in release. The first few seconds were slightly painful he was so full, but after a moment the urine flowed easily and powerfully. He flushed and grabbed his toothbrush, and began scrubbing away his dragon breath. Morgan entered the bathroom behind him rubbing his eyes sleepily and Andry almost died from a cuteness overload.

             Morgan stood for a moment and awkwardly scratched the back of his head before speaking. “Hey, Andry…this is a little weird, but do you think you could…uh…that you could help me piss?” His brows rose as he spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth. Morgan motioned towards the toilet and rubbed his belly. “It’s just that sitting down is a huge pain…but I can’t see or even aim my cock anymore, and I don’t want to pee all over your bathroom…”

             Andry laughed and smiled reassuringly. He stepped closer and placed both hands on the sides of the big, oblong tummy. “It’s no problem. Don’t be embarrassed.” He kissed Morgan and they walked over to the toilet. Morgan stood regularly, but let his hands hang at his sides while Andry stood to his right. He reached under the hanging underbelly and grasped Morgan’s limp cock. When soft, it was still rather thick, although not terribly long, and Andry used just a couple of fingers to aim it downward. He patted Morgan’s underbelly gently and said, “Go for it, stud.”

             With a groan, Morgan pissed. Andry felt the urine open Morgan’s urethra, almost as if he were cumming, but instead of large, rapid spurts, the penis just inflated a bit and them the hot stream pounded out. He kept his eye on the ball, so to speak, and aimed Morgan’s cock downward. The frat boy closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the feel both of emptying his baby-bashed bladder and Andry’s hands on his dick. When the impressive golden stream finally subsided, Andry shook and then tapped the thick penis a few times.

             “There. Feel better?”

             “Ughh! You have no idea. Thanks,” he said and kissed him.

             “No prob,” Andry replied while he washed his hands. Morgan left and then reappeared with his toothbrush. While the jock was brushing his teeth, Andry floated the idea of breakfast. “Are you hungry? Okay, that’s a stupid question. I mean, do you want to eat?”

             Morgan spit. “Yeah, definitely.”

             “Have a taste for anything in particular?” He shrugged, toothbrush still in his mouth. “Do you want to stay in or eat out?” Morgan shook his head. “Stay in?” A single nod, yes. “Okay, well I’m gonna go start cooking, then.” Again, a nod.

             His first move was putting water on to boil. He grabbed a mug and dropped a bag of green tea into it. He didn’t prepare one for Morgan, knowing that the frat boy wasn’t crazy about the stuff. Packed with antioxidants it may be, the bitter drink was definitely an acquired taste. Unless, of course, one splurged and bought the high class stuff from Chinatown. However, being poor college students, Sean and Andry both agreed that money was better spent on other things, like books. Or, every so often, a killer new pair of jeans.

             The thought of frying bacon naked sent him back into the bedroom for some clothes. He remembered well the Great Grease Incident of 2009, when his and Sean’s then-roommate, Eric, had very nearly cooked his own dick. He pulled on a fresh pair of bright red briefs and then hopped into comfy, low-rise boot-cut jeans. He put on a hoodie and zipped it up over his bare chest and then made his way back to the kitchen. Morgan was in the bathroom still, washing his face, and Andry opened the fridge. He and Sean always had tons of eggs available, as they craved the protein and liked the variety of foods to be made with them. He snatched a package of bacon and a bag containing some veggies and then closed the door with a foot.

             Morgan waddled into the kitchen just as the Andry was spreading the first few strips of bacon into the pan. The sizzling started immediately, and Morgan said, “I love that sound. It means bacon.” He was still naked, and Andry supposed that it was probably more trouble than it was worth to go bending over and pulling clothes up and over his huge frame. He moved over to the table and pulled back a chair. He spread his legs almost comically wide as he sat, making room for the huge orb that was about to be where his thighs would normally be. His giant scrotum hung over the edge of the chair, weighted down by the six egg-sized balls inside. Even through the fuzzy coat, Andry could see the stretch marks on the scrotum – it looked impossibly tight.

             He disappeared into the living room for a moment, reentering the kitchen with an ottoman. He gently placed the cushioned footrest just beneath the chair. It was the perfect height to pillow Morgan’s big balls, and they piled there instead of tugging downward.

             “You’re sweet and clever,” he said gratefully.

             “I just can’t believe how big it is!”

             “Yeah, well, I’m almost looking forward to my next pregnancy, which will, I hope, be a single carrying, just so that I can only grow two new nuts!”

             Andry poked him playfully. “At least the skin will all shrink back to normal. Imagine if we were missing all those special hormones like women and had to live with saggy bellies and stretch marks the rest of our lives!”

             Morgan rolled his eyes in fake horror and both boys laughed while Andry flipped the bacon. His water was boiling over, and he emptied the kettle into his ridiculously large mug. He stared at it for a second, considering, and then dropped a second teabag in. Morgan regarded him with raised eyebrows.

             “I wonder if there’s any medical risk to drinking so much of that,” he said.

             Andry shrugged. “Who knows?” He started grabbing the bacon out of the pan, placing it on a paper towel-lined plate. “Do you want something to drink? We have milk or orange juice.”

             “Uhh, yeah I’ll grab some OJ,” he said and started to stand.

             Andry was at the fridge before his ass lifted off the seat. “Don’t be an idiot. I’ll get it.” He poured a big glass and set it on the table before Morgan. “Don’t drink too fast…you don’t want those babies kicking it all out of you.”

             “Tell me about it,” he said with a belly rub.

             Andry slapped down another eight pieces of bacon, knowing that he’d probably need another eight after this to satisfy his big pregnant man. Growing impatient, he moved the kettle and set down a second frying pan. He grabbed a fistful of green onions and started using scissors to quickly cut them into tiny pieces. He turned the heat on low and let them simmer.

             “So do you have any frat business today?”

             “Nope. Free all day,” Morgan said with an impish grin.

             “God! Your sex drive is incredible.” Andry picked up the pepper shaker and added some pepper to the frying scallions. “I hope it stays this high after you give birth…”

             Neither boy had yet mentioned the actual official status of their relationship. The last week and few days had been a blur of sex, conversation, sex, conversation, sex, and more sex. It was clear each boy enjoyed the other’s company, but in many ways, it was still too soon for a label. Still, there was a certain practicality in Andry’s statement. He wanted the relationship to continue.

             Morgan patted his stomach on both sides and then gently rubbed his enormous ball sack underneath. “I’m not gonna lie, these things pump out a whole lot of hormones, but I’ve never had any complaints about my horniness before.”

             Andry took the bacon out of the pan and added the last eight pieces from the package. He tossed the empty wrapper and took a sip of tea. Morgan sniffed the air appreciatively and licked his lips.

             “Mmmm! I love the smell of bacon. If I could, I’d be sneaking over there to nab a few slices.”

             Andry put down his tea and approached the stranded frat boy with a big strip of cooked bacon between his fingers. “Since I like you, and since I take pity on your big, immobile belly, I suppose I could be persuaded to assist you…”

             He straddled the blonde hunk’s lap, careful to avoid crushing the huge scrotum. He laid the hot bacon on top of Morgan’s pregnant stomach, knowing that the thick fur would prevent him for being burned. Morgan smiled up at him and then leaned his head down, snatching the end of the bacon up in his mouth and slowly nibbling away. As the strip of cooked pork slowly vanished, Andry followed its ascent with his tongue, lapping up the grease from Morgan’s belly and up between his chiseled, puffy pectorals all the way to his lips. They kissed for several long seconds.

             Andry swung his legs wide and stepped off the frat boy. He returned to the stove and took off the last batch of bacon, which had cooked quickly now that the pan was so hot. He picked up an egg and deftly cracked it, sending its golden insides splashing down into the pan where they immediately turned white and hissed. He tossed the shell and in went another egg, and then another. He kept going until he counted three for himself and nine for Morgan. Twelve altogether filled the pan nearly to overflowing.

             Andry used a spatula to stir the eggs, scrambling them, and then dumped the pan of green onions into the eggs. He opened the fridge to get cheese, and tore several slices into smaller pieces, tossing them into the mix. A few shakes of salt later and Andry separated the wildly unequal portions into bowls. Forks, napkins, and buttered toast followed, and soon the boys were eating breakfast.

             Andry watched the beefy pregnant jock shovel forkfuls of cheesy eggs into his mouth, pausing every once in a while to devour a strip of bacon or take a swig of orange juice. One hand stayed on his gut throughout the meal, and Andry could see the babies beginning to wake up, kicking every so often. Morgan’s big balls and fat cock lay on the footrest beneath him, and when he caught Andry staring at all this he merely smiled. Andry thought, Yeah, I could very easily get used to all this.

Apologies for the delayed posting. I teach, and things at school have been crazy lately what with the end of the term aproaching. This story is still very much alive, so look forward to regular postings.

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Chapter 14

            “Hey, you,” Brian said as he opened the door to his apartment. It had been hard, but Sean managed to tear himself away from Luke and head over to Brian’s place as planned. Now, seeing Brian, he was glad he had. His friend stood before him clad only in a pregnancy jockstrap and nothing else. His huge, tight belly was so stretched and so hairless that the light practically glinted off of it. A thick, dark line ran from the top of the dome beneath his pecs all the way down under the gut, vanishing from view. The linea negra didn’t appear during all male pregnancies, just as with women, but every time Brian had ever carried, his was always very dark and pronounced. When his friend stepped back out of the dark doorway, Sean had a clear view of the big, swollen ball sack tucked snugly into the white jockstrap below.

            “Sorry I’m late,” he said with a grin. “I was in the middle of someone.”

            Brian regarded him with an amused expression for a moment. “Someone? Not something?” Sean’s grin remained in place. “You humanities majors,” Brian said as he returned the grin, “very witty.”

            “If only you knew, my friend.” Sean dropped his bag down and raised a bunch of plastic bags clutched in his fist. “I brought food.”

            “Bless you, my child,” Brian said.

            Sean pointed towards the couch. “I’m not your child,” he said as he walked over. “He patted his belly, which was still unnoticeable beneath his sweater. “This is, though.”

            Brian waddled slowly, very slowly, over to the couch. His skinny Asian body looked as if it could hardly support the huge weight that now hung in his lower belly. Sean also couldn’t help but notice the near-constant quivering in the massive gut. It was still the same size as when Sean last saw it, the fourth week of pregnancy was a time for additional gestation, not growth, but Brian definitely seemed more tired. He caught Sean looking at him.

            “You’ll look this way before you know it, buddy.”

            “You look tired, that’s all.”

            “Gee, thanks.”

            “Tired and pregnant.”

            “Keep the compliments coming, please,” Brian said dryly.

            “Which,” Sean continued as if Brian hadn’t spoken, “Means tired and sexy. Sexy as fuck.”

            Brian stood over him, staring down with a smile. “That’s more like it.” He turned around and stuck out a hand. Sean grabbed it and helped the boy ease his swollen body onto the couch. As Brian lowered himself carefully, Sean had a very clear view of his bare ass. Hairless and smooth, with a few random freckles, there was definitely more jiggle to it than usual. Between the plump cheeks, a small but thick tuft of hair protruded. Brian’s birthing hole must have opened since Sean last saw him, and not even Brian’s hairless body was immune from the furry man pussy’s sprouting growth. The perfectly smooth ass looked both strange and alluring with the bush of black hair sticking of the crack. Brian fell backward with a thud onto the cushions and smacked his bare stomach loudly. “I’m starving! What’d you get?”

            “Subs,” he said, withdrawing sandwiches from the bag. “Two footlongs for me, and four for you.” When all the sandwiches were laid on the table, he reached back into the bag. “With plenty of chips and cookies, of course.”

            “Well done.”

            “I have been around during your pregnancies before,” Sean reminded his buddy.

            Brian responded but his mouth was already full of food. Feeling a grumble in his stomach, Sean tore into his own meal. He couldn’t feel any movements from the baby, it was still much too small for that, but the rumbles in his stomach as his abdomen rearranged itself were frequent. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful, keeping pace with Brian, and once, the two even burped in unison.

            “We are definitely pregnant,” Brian said with a laugh.

            “Well, you are at least.” Sean leaned back and took a deep slug of his drink. “I mean, I know I am, but it hasn’t really sunk in yet.”

            “How so?”

            “I mean…I’m definitely pregnant,” he laughed. “No doubt about it. My body hair is falling out like crazy thanks to your hormones.”

            “You? Hairless?” Brian asked in mock horror. With a nod, Sean lifted his t-shirt, exposing his belly all the way up to his nipples. His paunch was pronounced, especially sitting down and crammed with two feet worth of sandwiches. A torso that had once been thickly forested with dark brown hair was now mostly smooth. A thick happy trail was still very fuzzy, and his nipples were still covered with dark fur, but other than that, he had only the faintest dusting of thin, sparse hairs. “Wow. And to think just a week ago you looked like Austin Powers.”

            “Ha. Ha. I did not look like Austin Powers.” He thought about it and nodded in confirmation. “Definitely not that hairy. Close, maaaayyyybe.” They laughed together.

            “So what else is…” Brian trailed off and put both hands on his belly, pushing gently and frowning slightly. “What else is bugging you?”

            “Not bugging exactly. I think that I just won’t really feel like a pregnant man until I start showing more.” Brian nodded knowingly. After undergoing six pregnancies he knew all the psychological ins and outs. “Although I gotta tell you,” he said, “I am not looking forward to my scrotum getting even bigger than it already is.”

            “So you haven’t divided yet?” Brian counted on his fingers. “I guess it’s been seven days since I impregnated you?” Sean nodded affirmatively. “So tonight or tomorrow you’ll be in your second trimester. At least you’ll be showing very soon.” Sean rolled his eyes. “How swollen is it?”

            “Pretty big. I haven’t managed to pick up any pregnancy jock straps yet, either, so for a while I was just squeezing this gourd-sized scrotum into boxers. Now I’ve just given up on underwear completely, which, I must say, makes walking around a complete bitch.”

            Brian grinned. “Can’t wait to see.”

            “Yeah, yeah. Finish your dinner there first, fatso.”

            “I’m not fat!” Brian’s arms wrapped seductively around his stomach and his voice lowered in imitation of a B-list porn star. “I’m heavy with child.”

            “You say tomato…”

            “Shut up, asshole,” Brian laughed. “You’ll be the fatty soon enough.”

            “And knowing you, in another few weeks your pussy will be reopened and just begging for seed. I’ll probably be pumping you full of baby while you moan under this fat tummy of mine,” Sean responded wryly. Both boys seemed to think for a while, realizing how hot Sean’s words actually were.

            They ate for a while in silence, and after devouring the last of the cookies, Sean got to his feet and started cramming all the trash into a bag. “Yeah, sorry about that…sweet tooth got the better of me, I suppose.”

            “Uh-huh,” Brian said suspiciously. “I should have known better than to leave the cookies by you. You’re almost as addicted to sugar as you are green tea.”

            “Sweet tooth! Not my fault! Act of God!”

            “You don’t believe in God.”

            Sean shrugged and walked into the kitchen to toss the trash. He heard another burp from the massively pregnant Brian in the living room. He couldn’t help but think about his encroaching growth with some trepidation. As much as Sean loved pregnant men, he was not so sure he loved being one. Thus far, the differences hadn’t been too bad, although he did feel terribly odd without his body hair. In a day or two, though, his belly would be showing in full force. Everything he took for granted from flirting to yoga to swimming to weight lifting to form-fitting clothes – all of it would change.

            It was so odd that as soon as his pussy had opened, all Sean could think of was getting pregnant. Hormones had surged and he’d wanted nothing more than to get Brian’s seed inside his hole, filling him up with a baby. Now he could hardly believe the mania that had overtaken him. It’s not that he was disgusted or depressed about his pregnancy, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled, either. What really worried him was the unknown variable. How often would he carry? As an orphan without any info on his parents other than the basics, he had no family history to speak of. Would he be like Brian, destined to carry several times a year for the rest of his young adult life?

            Brian called him from the living room. “Come help me up! I have to pee!”

            Sean shook his head and wondered if he would be so helpless just before he gave birth. Probably not. He was a good deal stronger than Brian, and while he wasn’t a gladiator football player like Morgan, he was plenty strong enough to get up under his own weight. Brian had moved to the edge of the couch and sat with legs spread wide, one hand on his knee and the other on the armrest. Sean extended both hands and Brian gripped them at the wrists, pulling himself to his feet. Sean’s eyes tracked how the huge stomach shifted slightly as he stood.

            Brian was near the door and then stopped, one hand kneading his back. “Fuck, these contractions have been going on all day,” he said.

            Sean’s head snapped around. “Contractions? Are you alright?!”

            Brian waved him away. “Fine, fine. This happens every time. I get small contractions the day I give birth. It’s a little painful, but a good percentage of the time they are also hitting nerves and making my cock hard as a rock, so it’s not all bad.”

            He waddled towards the bathroom while Sean snatched up the remaining garbage and headed back to the kitchen. Brian’s stream started splashing into the toilet and Sean could hear it through the bathroom door. At least my cock is big enough that it won’t get totally lost beneath my belly, Sean thought consolingly. Poor Brian hadn’t seen his penis in weeks. He stood up straight after sorting the trash into garbage and recyclables and lifted a leg, trying to rearrange his swollen scrotum.

For a few days Sean had been sure something was wrong. He’d spent a good chunk of time combing through blogs and seeking medical advice online to explain why his scrotum was so swollen. He knew, of course, that testicles expanded during pregnancy. Even after a guy’s balls divided, they were still much larger than normal testicles. What Sean didn’t know was that during the first trimester, the balls swelled to epic proportions, but the scrotum’s skin did not. For the last few days Sean had been almost certain that something went wrong and his scrotum was about to rip open. After mentioning it casually, as he tended to do with morbid thoughts, Morgan had chimed in and informed him that it was normal. Until the testicles divided, a pregnant man’s scrotum basically looked like a huge, overripe fruit. After the division, the scrotum loosened, and the giant multiple balls could hang more freely.

The toilet flushed and Brian emerged into the kitchen, one hand pressed tight against his gut. “These mini contractions are crazy. They never let up. It doesn’t hurt too much, but it’s just really, really intense.”

Sean was across the empty distance between them in a flash. His hands pressed all over the tight skin, feeling the tiny kicks within. The baby was restless, ready to be born. After about a minute, he felt the muscles under Brian’s skin contract, tightening all across the huge stomach. Brian leaned forward a little, gripping him.

Sean raised his eyebrows. This was the first pregnant man he’d ever been around this close to birth. “So…should we, like, lay you down or something?”

Brian gave him an indulgent look, as if regarding a small, slow child. “I’m not in labor yet. Besides,” he said, taking Sean’s hand and dragging it underneath his belly. “I’m too hard to relax.” Sean’s hand felt the raging boner beneath the jockstrap, straining to be free of its confines.

“You really still wanna fool around?”

“More than ever!” he said while he laughed at the surprised look on Sean’s face. “I’ve got a huge baby grinding against my prostate gland and a boner that hasn’t gone down in at least twenty-four hours.”

“Maybe you should jerk off more,” Sean said with a devilish grin, his hand creeping slowly beneath the elastic waistband of Brian’s jockstrap. Brian murmured something, but it was drowned out in the louder groan that escaped his lips as Sean’s fingers closed around his cock. “What’s that?”

“I can’t jerk off…” Brian hissed in pleasure. “My dick’s too small and my belly’s too low. It’s a lethal combination.”

“Then you’re in desperate need of this, aren’t you?” Brian just nodded, and Sean kept stroking him, every pump forcing the jockstrap further and further down until it slipped and fell to the ground. “Come on, preggo…let’s get you to the bedroom.” Brian followed obediently.            

            Sean’s own dick was at full attention, and since he wasn’t wearing underwear, poking out from the waistband of his jeans. Having an erection that always pointed directly up towards the sky was useful for fucking, but not always conducive to tactically managing a raging boner. Brian kept waddling to the bedroom while Sean stopped in the middle of the hallway and wiggled out of his jeans, leaving them discarded on the floor. He followed Brian, watching the protruding bush of black hair in his ass, almost like a rabbit tail.

            In Brian’s room, Sean took one long step and was all over his friend. Hands grabbed full, fleshy butt cheeks and his tongue left a trail of saliva across the top of Brian’s belly. He stepped to the side, leaving one hand on the voluptuous ass while the other started massaging Brian’s swollen pecs. He rubbed them in all different directions, lightly pinching the nipples and watching the fleeting expressions of pain and pleasure race across Brian’s face. He noticed that Brian’s chest was less doughy than Luke’s. The freshman’s pecs resembled small breasts, while Brian’s were more like a former bodybuilder who had gotten saggy. While not pregnant, Brian’s chest was skinny and flat. Sean wondered if he could get milk from Brian’s tits.

            “Sean…”

            His hands were now both all over the belly, moving in great, slow circles. Whenever a kick put pressure on his hand, he would gently push back. Brian’s huge belly was hard and firm, but pliable and so full of life all at the same time. He squatted down before the enormous dome, wrapping his lips around the protruding belly button. Unlike Morgan, Brian’s belly button always turned itself completely inside out during pregnancy. It looked like a giant cherry on the furthest point of his belly. Sean’s tongue flicked across it, his hands pressing into the sides of the womb.

            “Sean…”

            Keeping his hands plastered onto the heavy belly above him, Sean went to his knees. His tongue lapped at Brian’s nuts, sending the four huge balls flopping against each other. He slipped several balls into his mouth and pulled, enveloping them in his warm, wet mouth. Brian’s cock was at full mast, angled downward by the heavy globe resting low between his hips. Even at full term and pumped full of body-changing hormones, Brian’s cock was still rather small, and Sean didn’t even try to get it into his mouth in this position.

            “Sean…”

            Leaving Brian’s ball sack a saliva-coated pouch, his tongue trailed down to Brian’s inner thighs. Hairless and smooth, Sean’s tongue worked wonders on the sensitive skin. Sean’s hands felt the kicks of Brian’s baby becoming more and more frequent. He put hand around the palm-sized belly button and squeezed. Brian’s big belly contracted, growing firm under his hands, and his tongue swept behind the huge nut sack and began flicking at the bottom edge of Brian’s birth hole. He tasted the hair, salty with sweat from being sandwiched between Brian’s two large butt cheeks, and he also tasted the cum that had already begun leaking from the man pussy.

            “Sean!” His head snapped up at the insistency in Brian’s voice. He’d been so awash in pleasuring the fat preggo that he’d completely zoned out.

            “Sorry!” He slithered up over the belly and planted several hot kisses along Brian’s neck, whispering in his ear. “What’s up?”

            “I want you inside of me…”

            “Now?”

            “Right now,” the pregnant Asian boy moaned.

            Sean followed him to the bed, where Brian sat down slowly, leaning back on his elbows. “How do you want it?”

            “Like this, fast. Just get inside, now,” Brian pleaded.

            Not needing to be asked twice, Sean spread Brian’s legs and stood between them. For the second time that night, he hefted a pregnant boy’s thighs onto his chest and positioned his cock. Brian’s pussy was greedily pulsating, and as he pushed his massive cock head against the opening, he could almost feel it pulling him inside. The hair was identical to the thick bush around his penis, and Sean had to actually put pressure on the hole to get past all of it.

            Once his round, spherical head popped in, Brian’s voice pitched and a warble of pleasure escaped his lips. “Don’t take it easy, just ram it in!” Sean obliged, quickly and smoothly injecting all ten inches of his thick penis into the hole. His cock easily found Brian’s cervix, smashing against the plug of nerves and tissue. As he hit it, Brian’s hands flew to his belly, gripping it tightly.

            “I guess we’re each other’s first time…” Sean mused as he began to pump. He watched the long length of his big shaft disappear into Brian’s pussy and then withdraw again, over and over.

            “First…time…?”

            “First time fucking a pussy,” Sean said playfully. The hair of Brian’s hole clung to his smooth shaft, wrapping around it as he plunged in and out. He supported Brian’s weight easily, as his friend was all belly, and it was simple enough for Sean to extend a hand down and smack the side of the bulging gut beneath him. Brian cried out in surprise, but not pain, and Sean threw his head back and slapped him again. The walls of Brian’s uterus were contracting more and more frequently now, and his belly was firmer and tighter than ever. Sean’s palm left a red mark, but it felt as if he were smacking a hard basketball, and Brian was clearly feeling no pain.

            Sean’s own inflated nut sack was swinging wildly beneath him, and he adjusted his stance, spreading his legs as wide as possible, to accommodate his huge bag of baby-making juice. He loved feeling his ripe sack swing past his thighs, slapping loudly against Brian’s ass. Brian writhed beneath him, moaning and gripping his quaking belly. After several more minutes of furiously ramming into the huge pregnant Asian, Sean noticed that in-between his cries of pleasure, Brian was moaning in pain.

            He slowed his thrusting and leaned as close as he could over Brian’s stomach. “You alright, Brian?” The Asian shook his head quickly as both hands whitened at the knuckles.

            “I…” he cried aloud. “I’m in labor…I think…”

            “Fuck, really?” Sean immediately began to pull out, now worried.

            “Ungghhh! Please don’t! Stay inside me!”

            “Umm…but what about—”

            “It’s okay… Arrggh! I’ve done this before, remember?” He sucked in a deep breath and his stomach shifted. Sean glanced down and saw the impossibly large gut expand, blow outward like a balloon being inflated. It bulged and then tightened, and Sean could visibly see how much harder it became. He put a hand on the contracting belly to find that it was hard as rock. All at once it bulged again and Brian screamed out. “Ohhh! Fuck! It’s closer than I thought!”

            Sean stood with a confused look on his face. His cock, still throbbing and hard, was half inserted into Brian’s pussy. Brian reached forward as far as he was able and pulled Sean forward by the hips. Sean’s cock parted the wet folds of the man pussy and found the cervix. To his surprise it was soft, no longer a hard plug designed to keep the baby inside. Beneath him Brian was rubbing his ripe gut with one hand while the other reached futilely beneath the baby mound to try and jerk himself off. His fingers could scarcely graze his boner, and Sean grinned at his friend’s helplessness. This huge, bloated boy, so tiny and filled with such a heavy load of baby, was utterly powerless to even jerk himself off. Rather than lend him a helping hand, Sean brought both hands to the belly, feeling the baby pulsing within, kicking and punching, announcing to the world that it was ready to come out.

            Thrust after thrust, Brian’s cervix grew mushier and mushier, until Sean began to wonder if his cock would soon be protruding into Brian’s womb, which by now was surely low in his belly. All at once, a rush of warm, cum began to fill Brian’s pussy, surrounding Sean’s cock. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the hot cum massaged his throbbing dick. It kept flowing until the pressure began forcing his cock out of Brian’s hole.

            “My…water…it just…broke…”

            Sean looked down and was surprised to see that the warm liquid oozing out of Brian was not cum, but a clear fluid. He quickly pulled his cock out and watched in amazement as a flood of water followed his engorged member. The thick bush of hair around Brian’s birthing hole was soaked, and the water splashed down onto the floor.

            “Sean…I need to…push…soon… Aghhh!” Brian yelled as his belly hardened and swelled again. His face contorted with a grimace, veins popping out along his neck. His back arched and he huffed and puffed, trying to speak through the pain racking his body. Sean immediately thought of his musing a week ago, seeing Brian squirm in birthing pains. The hard cock, the massive ball sack, the trembling and rock-hard gut…it was too much. Sean stepped forward again and, without even asking, shoved his big dick back inside Brian’s pussy.

            “Sean! Arrggg!” Brian winced in pain, but any further complaint was banished by another rippling contraction. To Sean’s dismay, however, Brian’s birthing hole was beginning to dilate. The man pussy was now far too loose to provide the friction Sean craved. Undeterred, he pulled out and aimed a few inches lower, burying himself Brian’s anus. The butt hole was tight as ever, and even in the midst of a contraction, Sean saw Brian’s cock twitch in delight.

            “You want me to stop?” Sean asked, already thrusting away. He admitted to himself that he would probably not be able to stop even if Brian asked.

            “Unngghhhh!” was Brian’s only response. He took several deep breaths and wiped sweat off his forehead. “No! Keep…ughhhh! Keep….fucking me!”
            Sean drove in and out, feeling Brian’s soft insides part and close around his penis. As Brian’s pussy loosened, his anus tightened, squeezing impossibly tight around Sean’s hypersensitive dick every time the laboring Asian boy suffered through a contraction. Sean refused to remove one hand from Brian’s contracting belly. The baby inside bounced up and down, side-to-side, being tossed wildly by Brian’s spasms. He twisted back and forth during contractions and then bucked wildly forward, trying to fit as much of Sean inside his butt hole as possible. The entire time, Sean just watched the pussy a few inches above his cock widen.

            Eventually, Sean found that his breathing matched Brian’s. He took short, huffing gasps of air during Brian’s contractions and deep, sexy breaths in-between. Sean was living his dream. A huge, ripe, pregnant man was laboring beneath him, man pussy pulsing and opening, stomach contracting, all while Sean’s cock stabbed into the ever-tightening anus. He knew that Brian was in pain, but he couldn’t stop himself.

            Sean emerged from a haze. He didn’t know how long he had been jamming his length into Brian’s butt hole. It was the loud cry that alerted him. Brian’s hands were splayed across his lower belly, pulling up, as if trying to shake out the contents of the huge stomach. Sean frowned in confusion until he noticed how wide Brian’s birthing hole had become. It was now large enough that he could insert his whole fist.

            “Sean…I’m gonna push…keep…keep…”

            Was he serious? He was dilated and about to push out his baby and he still wanted to be fucked? “Brian…are you sure?”

            “Arggghhhh!!!” The man pussy flared and Brian’s hands smashed into his belly, pushing against the sides.

            His anus contracted as well, pinching around Sean’s cock on all sides so tightly that for a second Sean almost yelped in pain. Instead, he rammed forward. He pulled Brian forward until the Asian hung off the bed. Sean fucked upwards, thrusting towards the sky so that Brian’s birth hole pointed downwards. He wasn’t gonna stop nailing this laboring preggo, but he’d at least let his friend have the benefit of gravity.

            “Fuuuuccckkk!” Brian screamed and arched his back high off the bed, slipping downward. Sean was pushed to the floor under the weight of the supremely pregnant boy. He landed on the floor and Brian squatted above him. Brian’s powerful legs, toned from years of running track, supported his weight. He plunged down onto Sean’s dick, using it like an anal pogo stick. His overripe belly hung so low that it constantly smashed down against Sean. It was so firm and it rippled crazily as the baby within fought its way down and out. Brian grasped his underbelly, pulling it up, as if trying to make his baby fall out. Even during his grunting, the pregnant Asian never stopped bouncing on Sean’s cock.

            Trying to ease his friend’s laboring, Sean reached up and supported Brian’s big belly. The smooth surface gleamed with sweat and Sean could hardly get a grip. He noticed that Brian’s entire naked form was drenched, and sweat droplets flew from his hair whenever he ground himself down against Sean. Every bounce was a huge weight on and off of Sean, but his cock was buried so deeply in his friend’s ass that he couldn’t even think of complaining.

            When Brian rose up and pushed, Sean saw the wet head of hair just beginning to peek out of Brian’s birth hole. “Brian…ughh…you’re crowning…”

            “Unnnggghhhh! Arrggghhhh! Fuuuuuck! This…fucking…kills!” Brian screamed. It was loud and feral, echoing through the empty apartment and no doubt disturbing his neighbors. Sean felt the womb inside Brian’s solid gut pushing and forcing the baby out. He screamed with Brian, a yell of pure bliss and camaraderie. Brian paused, halfway impaled on Sean’s thick cock, and gave a huge grunt unlike anything Sean had ever heard.

            Several long farts ripped out of Brian’s ass, loud enough to be heard even above his grunts and screams. Sean could feel the air forced out of the anus around his dick, and seconds later Brian’s pussy expelled the head of a baby. Sean couldn’t help himself and his cock began to explode. A super soaker of cum pummeled Brian’s anus as another contraction overtook him. He leaned back, refusing to unclench and release Sean’s cock.

            Brian’s own dick was now erupting uncontrollably, and Sean was already licking cum off his face. Brian’s huge belly was coated in it, and the hot jizz was pooling on Sean’s abdomen. The baby was halfway out, laying against Sean’s own tiny baby bump, and several more titanic pushes saw a complete newborn lying on Sean’s chest, beneath Brian’s still-gargantuan gut.

            Brian rolled to his side, beside Sean, and gently took the baby. Neither boy could speak. There was cum everywhere, and the baby was wailing right in Sean’s ear. Brian began grunting again, fighting to expel the afterbirth, and Sean couldn’t even rise up to his elbows to watch. All he could do was lie on the floor in a daze, covered in more cum than he’d ever thought possible, covered in amniotic fluid. All he could do was think that he had just fucked a man into labor. Hell, he had just fucked a man through labor. Fuck.