Chapter 3

             Morgan awoke to the sound of an obnoxious car horn outside. He tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore it, but eventually he threw off the blankets and stretched. As he did every morning, he lay in bed for a few minutes just tensing and flexing muscles, enjoying the feel of his naked body. Over the last two weeks, he had also taken to exploring his ever-growing baby bump.

            Looking down over his body, he was still unused to the large mound rising up beneath his chest, obscuring his view of his junk and legs. Damn. I am getting fat. His hands felt the baby belly, moving in slow circles, fingers running through the thick golden hair that sprouted up all over the front of his torso. Always a pretty hairy guy, Morgan’s first pregnancy had kicked his hormones into overdrive, and he had gone from being very hairy to outright furry. Such changes were common in carrying men, as pregnancy tended to exacerbate whatever hormonal traits the body already had. Men with smooth chests and stomachs often found themselves moderately hairy, and hairy guys found themselves with a thick coat. Of course, the traits of the guy who impregnated you also played a role. Morgan had a cousin who was almost as hairy as he, but had been impregnated by a smooth fellow, an Asian with little hair even on his balls. As a result, Morgan’s cousin’s chest hair had pretty much vanished during his pregnancy. Any hormonal changes always reversed after the birth, but during pregnancy, a man always had the possibility of being quite surprised at the changes in is body.

            Morgan thought back to several weeks ago when he had entered his first spawning phase. The guy he’d hooked up with was an attractive teaching assistant from a course Morgan had taken freshman year. This particular teaching assistant was also coated in what could have been a sweater of hair, and so that combined with Morgan’s own hirsuteness had led to a baby bump covered in thick blond hair.

            Biceps flexing, he reached around to the underside of his belly, feeling the vague forms of the twins within. He wondered when his belly would drop, start riding low on his hips and expand outward to the sides as well as further out in front. Morgan had been carrying for two weeks now, which put him just at the end of his second trimester. This current week he would go through his third, and then a fourth week would see his size remain stable, giving the babies more time to incubate.

            While one hand kept feeling for new growth he may have experienced overnight, his other hand reached down to slowly caress his growing morning wood. His belly was already sensitive enough, and when his fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, Morgan knew he wasn’t leaving the bed until he blew a load. Without conscious direction, his mind turned to Andry, and the young man’s slender, athletic body. Morgan recalled seeing what promised to be a long cock growing hard in the black briefs. He imagined running his hands across Andry’s toned torso, tongue lapping at the thin black hairs brushed across his body.

            Now fully hard, Morgan was pumping away, muscles all across his body tensing and clenching. His toes curled as his legs flexed, and he could feel his butt clench together, lifting his globe gut higher off the bed. His arms, starting to get sore from the vigorous lifting the night before, displayed clearly etched muscles, one arm wrapped around his belly and the other pumping furiously away along the length of his cock. Morgan’s cock length was average, and like all boys, he had measured it quite carefully. When hard he was a decent seven inches long, but what made Morgan’s cock impressive was the girth. With pregnancy, his dick had gotten even thicker, and now his hand could just barely encircle the thing.

            His babies were well awake by now and he could see their small forms writhing around beneath the taut skin and blond hair of his belly. Their light kicking gave his already stimulated belly a new sensation and he groaned aloud, images of Andry naked now dancing through his head. Biting down on his bottom lip, Morgan felt the swollen, flared head of his dick tighten up, signaling that he was about to shoot. Pumping even faster now, the muscled blond began breathing heavily and deeply, with even a few grunts thrown in just because it turned him on even more. Seconds later threw back his head while a hot jet of semen splashed against his underbelly. Morgan kept pumping, toes curling and uncurling, every muscle of his body tight. A second and third spurt of hot cum landed on his hairy underbelly, while the first wad had already begun dripping down between his fingers. A few more strokes and Morgan lay contentedly on his bed, both hands now rubbing his firm gut.

            There is definitely an upside to all these hormones, he thought as he slowly rose from the bed. As a twenty year old man, Morgan had no problem getting it up, but since the carrying, he could not only get it up, but also get it off, at least four times a day when he wanted to. He felt the now cold cum dripping down his inner thigh and he hustled himself into the shower to rinse off and wake up. He let the hot water roll down his body, enjoying the feel on his tight belly. Taking his time, Morgan slowly soaped his body, admiring his own naked form. He had been born one of those guys who seemed predestined to have a muscular, athletic frame. Discipline in the gym had taken his natural features and formed them into a body that was the envy of most of his frat brothers. Since he’d begun carrying, his body had certainly changed, but all the weight was in his belly, and the rest of him was as tight an enviable as ever.

            When he walked back into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, big belly protruding over it, he noticed his phone was glowing. Picking it up, he checked the new text message and was pleased to see that it was from Andry. He wanted to meet up for a late lunch. Morgan checked the clock and. Ten-thirty. Plenty of time to hit the gym and hang out with this hot guy who was inexplicably interested in him despite the pregnancy. Morgan shrugged. Hey, I think I’m still hot. I should just be grateful someone else thinks so, too!

Chapter 4

            “Someone has a date,” Sean said. Andry spit into the sink, tapping his toothbrush off and replacing it on the shelf. He stood up straight and gave his friend a sarcastically encouraging look.

            “Oh, good for you!”

            Sean rolled his eyes and pushed Andry. “Ha-ha. So who’s the lucky fellow?”

            Andry left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen. He turned off the fire beneath the kettle and poured the steaming water into his waiting mug. Tendrills of steam carrying the faint aroma of green tea drifted upwards. He raised his voice just a bit so that Sean could hear him. “Speaking of lucky fellow, when is your friend from last night going to wake up? Exactly how late were you two up last night, anyway?” Sean’s reply was muffled by the spray of the shower, and Riandry picked up his warm mug and staked-out a seat leaning against the wall just outside the open bathroom door. “Say that again?”

            He heard Sean blow a stream of water from his lips. “Well we didn’t get back here until around three, to be fair. By the time we finished business, it was already five and the sun was coming up!”

            “Uh-huh. Except you were awake by noon and here he is still asleep on our couch at three.” He sipped his tea, recoiling with a grimace as it nearly burned the tip of his tongue. “And by the way, why is he on the couch and not your bed?”

            Sean laughed from his shower. “We finished on the couch and both fell asleep. I woke up to pee and decided that I’d rather spend what was left of the night in my bed.”

            “Yeah, well I’m just glad that he was asleep when I woke up,” Andry replied.

            “That wouldn’t matter if you would just put on some damn pants before you left your bedroom.”

            Andry made a face. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!”

            “True,” Sean said laughingly, “but he hasn’t!” After three years living together, first by sheer coincidence in a dorm room and later by choice in the apartment, Andry and Sean had grown quite comfortable around one another. Their brief experience as fuck buddies freshman year had, of course, added to the mutual comfort level. It had been two years since any sexual touching had gone on between the boys, but both were almost predictably familiar with the other’s body by now. “So really,” Sean asked, “date?”

            “If you must know, yes.”

            “With whom?”

            “Oddly, someone I met at the gym last night.”

            “You ended up at the gym?” Andry could see Sean clearly in his mind’s eye, grinning and shaking his head. “And you met someone at the gym? What are the odds of that? Seriously?”

            Andry shrugged and smiled. “Anyway, we talked a bit and walked part of the way home together.”

            “You what?” Sean asked, shouting a bit. Andry leaned to the left a bit, sticking his head around the corner. Sure enough, Sean’s shampoo covered head was directly under the spray of water.

            “We talked and then walked home together! He’s a cool guy. Frat boy.”

            Sean shook his head and started sloughing soap off of himself with bare hands. “A frat boy? That’s so exotic for you! Usually you require an I.Q. above that of a chimp before you sleep with someone.”

            “Well, frat boy he may be, he was not at his frat’s invasion of my coffee shop last night. He doesn’t even live in the frat house.” Andry paused a moment. “He’s also not a psychology major, which means he just might be a frat boy with a  brain.”

            Sean answered in wary voice. “I dunno…sounds too good to be true. Hot frat boy with a brain?” He was silent for a few more moments. Andry listened to his occasional sniffles and spurts of water as he presumably washed his face. “So what’s wrong with him?”

            “Does there have to be something wrong with him?” Andry asked with a smile.

            “Mmm… Yes.”

            Andry laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t say that it’s ‘wrong,’ but he’s pregnant, does that count?”

            The shower stopped and Andry heard his friend shaking water off of himself. “Pregnant? And you met him at the gym?”

            “You said it yourself, he’s hot.” Andry stood up and walked slowly back into the tiny kitchen. He sat down at the table, propping one foot up on the stool beside him. “Actually, I gotta admit that the whole carrying thing kinda turned me on even more.”

            A few seconds later, Sean emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist. He sauntered over to the stove and turned the flame back on, filling up the kettle again. Both boys drank green tea religiously. Andry admired Sean’s broad shoulders from behind. Sean was slightly taller than Andry, and while his muscles were not quite as large, they were more defined. Sean was a yoga addict, and it showed.

            “I get that,” he said as he turned around to lean against the counter facing Andry. “It’s pretty sensual. The two times I had sex with a carrying guy were both great.”

            “Two times?” Andry knew that Sean, like himself, had the occasional sexual fling with their mutual friend Jason. Andry and Jason had last hooked up about three weeks ago, at the very beginning of Jason’s pregnancy. Despite the swollen scrotum, Jason hadn’t yet begun to show at the time. Sean had slept with Jason a week later, at the start of the latter’s second trimester. “Who’s the other one besides Jason?” A self-indulgent smile crept across Sean’s face and his eyes shifted to the doorway leading into the multipurpose living room. Andry raised his brows. “The guy from last night?”

            “Mhmm. He’s halfway through week two.” Sean turned to rummage in the cabinet for a bag of tea and a mug. Reaching up, his towel slipped down a fraction, granting Andry a tantalizing view of his best friend’s upper ass. Unlike Andry’s light dusting of hair, Sean’s body was covered in a thick growth. Andry’s hair probably wouldn’t even be visible but for the fact that it was black against his pale skin. Sean was just as pale, but his brown body hair was much greater in abundance than Andry’s would ever be. Andry clearly recalled Sean’s hair growing in thicker and thicker throughout their freshman year in the dorm, and remembered the exact day Sean had mentioned that his ass was now sprouting fur. From this view, the top of that fur was just visible beneath the towel. “How far along is this preggo frat boy of yours?”

            “He said that he just finished week two, so I guess he’s just now entering the third trimester.” He sipped his tea as Sean turned around with his own mug. His friend tightened the towel around his hips and gave Andry a humorously scolding look as he did so. Andry only stuck out his tongue. The two made no secret that they enjoyed the view of one another’s bodies. “He’s carrying twins, though, so he looks like he’s already finished the third trimester.”

            Sean nodded. “Well, he sounds like a catch, man.”

            “We shall definitely see,” Andry said.

            At that moment, Sean’s hookup from the night before wandered into the kitchen area, rubbing his eyes. He wore only his boxers, and his short hair was still messy from sleep. His face was of average attractiveness, certainly nowhere near Sean’s own stunning looks. His body was also average, although the pregnancy made it hard to get an accurate judgment. His belly was very clearly filled with a baby, poking out well beyond a normal college beer belly. It also had the characteristic tightness that a round belly of fat lacked. The belly rode high on the boy’s torso, not falling down over the waistband of his boxers like a beer belly would.

            “Good morning,” the boy said as he sat looked around the kitchen. “What time is it?”

            Andry smirked and said, “A little after three.”

            “Three?” the boy asked incredulously. “Hell.” He blinked wide eyes that transformed his face from average to cute. He sent an apologetic glance towards Sean, who was watching last night’s conquest with a bemused expression. “Sorry about crashing for so long. Thanks for letting me stay.”

            Sean laughed good-naturedly. “Not a problem. I’ve got nowhere to be until around seven, so I wouldn’t have had to boot your ass out until then, anyway.”

            The boy laughed and one hand scratched his belly. Andry felt his eyes glued to it. It was nowhere near as large as Morgan’s, which already looked full term, but this boy had definitely passed the point where he could conceal his baby bump, even beneath a thick hoodie. “Hey, where’s the bathroom?” Sean pointed down the hall to the bathroom door. “Thanks,” he responded with a smile. “Carrying sort of makes peeing a constant danger.” He turned and walked down the short hallway, his hips moving from side to side in what would, in a few days, turn into a full out waddle.

            “Well he’s kinda cute,” Andry said.

            Sean shrugged. “Definitely not the most smoking hot piece of ass I’ve ever brought home, but he has a certain innocent sweetness that only freshmen possess.” They both laughed a bit and Sean added, “Plus, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get turned on by the carrying. I agree, man, it’s hot.”

            Andry smirked at him. “Well someday you yourself can carry, and then I’ll have to pry you away from a mirror.”

            Sean shook his head. “Oh, no. When I start to carry I’ll be emulating your frat boy friend and spending all my extra time in the gym to keep this body in shape,” he said as one hand ran down his yoga-perfected torso. The thick brown hair swirled as his fingers ran through it. Andry laughed mockingly and pushed his friend playfully as he rose to rinse out his mug of tea. Behind them, the pregnant freshman returned.

            “Umm, are you two a couple or something? Should I apologize for sleeping with one of you last night?”

            Sean and Andry gave each other a look and both laughed. Sean answered. “No, we’re not a couple. Best friends who once tried to go down that route, yes, but not a couple.”

            Andry added, “Yeah, no need to apologize…?”

            Sean and the freshman both responded, “Luke.”

            “Luke. No need to apologize, Luke.”

            He smiled again, “Okay, good.”

            Andry placed his mug back into the cabinet. “So how far along are you, Luke?”

            “One and a half weeks. Halfway through my second trimester,” he said as he rubbed the belly. Andry felt his eyes drawn to the baby orb, perfectly oval shaped, and, in sharp contrast to Morgan’s, hairless. The skin was smooth and the only fur Luke could lay claim to was a light happy trail that curved down from his bellybutton and vanished beneath his boxers.

            “And you're a freshman?” Andry asked. “So you’re what, eighteen?”

            “Yep. Early bloomer, I guess,” he said. “No one else in my family carries, so I don’t really have anything to go off of.” He sat down on the stool formerly occupied by Andry. “Have either of you ever carried?” The roommates shook their heads. “Are you carriers?”

            Sean said, “Yeah, we’re both carriers. I really don’t have any family to speak of, so I have no idea if my gene pool is early or late bloomers, though.” He grinned and shrugged. Sean was an orphan and never even knew his real parents. It wasn’t a sore spot with him, but it did give him a frustrating lack of genetic information sometimes. “Andry here comes from a family of early bloomers, but for some reason just hasn’t started spawning yet.”

            Andry shrugged and gave a coy smile. “We’re both just ticking time bombs, I suppose.”

            Luke laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I remember wondering when it would happen to me. It definitely catches you unaware.”

            Sean nodded and took a big gulp of tea. Andry caught Luke eyeing Sean’s toned torso with careful appreciation. “That’s what I’ve heard,” Sean said when he swallowed the tea. Luke quickly averted his gaze, although Andry knew that Sean noticed it. His friend was used to guys, and girls, checking him out.

            “Yeah, one minute you’re fine, and then the next minute your body just kinda goes haywire.” Luke laughed and looked as if he were remembering. “It’s like sex on the brain times ten.” All three chuckled and Andry flashed a smile, wondering when his first spawning phase would happen. He also wondered where he would be, and who would end up impregnating him. Sean? A stranger? Morgan, maybe?

            “Well it was lovely meeting you, Luke,” said Andry as he backed towards the entrance into the living room. He plopped down onto the couch and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on and tying the laces. Sean wandered in after him. Andry looked up at his roommate with an expectant grin. “So I take it that you will be busy until seven?”

            Sean shrugged innocently. “I mean, the boy is pregnant. I wouldn’t want to exhaust him in his condition.” Andry let a huff of doubting air escape his lips.

            “What’s at seven, anyway?”

            “Oh just dinner and a movie with Elise.”

            “Ah, Elise. The only person we know who has more sex than you.”

            Now it was Sean’s turn to huff. “Not bloody likely!” He sent a considering look over his shoulder back to where Luke waited in the kitchen. “But just to be sure…” Andry shook his head to hide a grin as his best friend turned to saunter back down the hall. Andry stood up and patted his pockets to make sure he had his phone and wallet. Door slamming behind him, he skipped down the staircase and then out the front door of the apartment building. The afternoon air war warm and the sun still high enough to give noticeable warmth but also to create long shadows. He started off at a quick walk, eager to get to the agreed upon meeting spot and see Morgan again.

Chapter 6

            Nightfall brought a chilly breeze blowing through the warm air every few minutes. The two boys meandered slowly down the street, back on campus and nearing the neighborhood populated by student-filled apartment buildings. Andry was having a great time, not only because Morgan was handsome and heavily, sensually pregnant, but also because he had turned out to be a genuinely fun guy.

            “I wasn’t expecting it to be this cool tonight,” Morgan said, rubbing his hands over his upper arms. The simple action revealed bulging triceps and Andry wondered what the muscles must look like in all their glory, flexing and hefting weights in the gym.

            “Yeah, it’s definitely an autumn evening,” Andry replied. “Well we’re almost at my apartment. If you want, come up with me and I’ll grab you a sweater or something.” He tried to make the comment sound as casual as possible. He didn’t want Morgan getting the idea that he was only angling for sex – he wasn’t. Still, inviting the hot, pregnant blond upstairs did at least open the door to that possibility.

            “Ugh, really? That’d be great. I’m freezing,” Morgan said with a laugh. “It’s like these babies suck all the heat into themselves and don’t leave me any!”

            A block later, they reached Andry’s apartment, and he unlocked the door, holding it for Morgan. “Third floor on the left,” he instructed, and then settled in behind Morgan as they ascended the stairs. From here, he had a prime view of the pregnant jock’s ass. He watched the bubble butt shift from side to side, not waddling yet, but clearly a little fatter than it had been before the pregnancy. At the top of the stairs, Morgan stood aside so Andry could unlock the door. The dark haired boy stepped inside the living room and immediately noticed the handwritten note on the small coffee table.

            I have strategically opted to hit the clubs and get drunk, thus requiring that I crash overnight at Elise’s. You’re welcome.

            Andry smiled and quickly folded the note into his pocket as Morgan came in behind him. “Could you take your sandals off, actually? My roommate is kind of a neat freak and has the obsession with vacuuming.” Morgan laughed and stepped out of his flip flops obligingly.

            “So where is this roommate?”

            “Oh, Sean? He’s staying at a friend’s house tonight. I think they hit the clubs or something. The last thing anyone needs is a drunk Sean trying to stumble his way home.”

            Morgan flashed him a curious smile. “Is he a sloppy drunk or something?”

            “No, worse, he’s a flirty drunk. And he’s attractive enough that pretty much anything he flirts with will start fawning after him.” Andry led the way into the kitchen where he automatically set a full kettle of water to boil. “My personal favorite is when he woke up, naked, on the floor of a sorority, surrounded by half-naked women.”

            Morgan laughed and eased his pregnant frame into a chair. Andry immediately noticed the slight increase in size now that dinner had begun to settle in the frat boy’s belly. “Is he straight?”

            “Oh, no. Sean’s most assuredly gay, but he never actually figured out what happened that night.”

            “Sounds like a fun guy.”

            “That’s one word for him, sure,” Andry said as he grabbed two mugs. “Tea?”

            “Sounds good, thanks,” said Morgan with a little shiver.

            “I was gonna get you a sweater!” Andry turned and dashed into his bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light. He opened his closet and then chewed on his bottom lip, trying to find a sweater that might actually have a chance of fitting the gargantuan gut. Hell, what am I going to do someday when I’m pregnant?

            Morgan was thinking the same thing apparently, and his voice said as much from the doorway. “Good luck finding something that fits me.”

            “To be honest, I was thinking the same thing…” Andry said with a laugh. “Then I started wondering about what I’ll do when I’m carrying. Nothing will fit!”

            Morgan tugged the hem of his snug t-shirt, which was now stretched obscenely around his baby bump. All the food from dinner had really made a difference. “Why do you think all my clothes are so tight?”

            Andry took a step closer to him, feeling his pulse quicken. Was this about to happen? Was he about to start touching the hottest pregnant guy ever? “Well it looks good. I’d be upset if all your clothes suddenly stopped clinging so well.”

            Morgan raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you?”

            “Mhmm.” Andry was now standing directly in front of Morgan, and, pausing just a single quick beat, lifted his hand and laid it on the side of the frat boy’s belly. He left it there for a moment and then placed his other hand on the opposite side, cupping the huge dome from both sides. It was firm, tight as a drum, and just felt bloated. “You know, Morgan, there are…other…ways to keep warm.”

            The blond said nothing, but leaned in for a kiss, and Andry happily obliged him. He immediately felt Morgan’s stubble on his face. The blond facial hair hadn’t been obvious because of its light color, but now, feeling it, Andry thought that it was almost as thick and as rough as Sean’s. Well, that was freshman year! Who knows what kind of sandpaper is growing on his chin now, he thought. Any musings about Sean were instantly forced out of his head, though, when Morgan’s tongue began to lightly glaze over his lips, darting in and out. Andry opened his mouth just a fraction, and felt the frat boy’s tongue press even deeper. Seconds later, the belly was pushing into Andry’s own toned midsection as the boys got even closer.

            From just beside his ear, hot breath on Andry’s neck, Morgan whispered, “Not moving too fast, am I? You’re just so hot, and I have to admit that it’s been a while for me…”

            Andry just laughed deep in his throat. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for this since I glimpsed you walking out of the showers.” Morgan laughed with him, hands reaching down to Andry’s shirt and quickly hoisting it over his head. “Hang on a sec, let me turn off the water.”

            Morgan leaned in for another kiss, and this time his tongue plunged deep into Andry’s mouth. “I already did when I came in here.” Andry smiled underneath the kiss and Morgan added innocently, “I know what I want.”

            They stumbled backwards to the bed and Morgan’s powerful arms encircled Andry’s turning him so that the blond could gently push him onto the bed. Andry sat there, leaning forward just enough to undo the button on Morgan’s jeans. The frat boy let out an audible groan, and Andry could swear that he saw the huge belly drop just an inch or two, finally free of the tight jeans. Sliding down to the foot of the bed, Andry’s fingers pulled the pants down with him, until Morgan stood before him in only the tight shirt and, to Andry’s great delight, male maternity underwear.

            A white jockstrap was clearly visible in the dim room, and Andry’s hands grasped Morgan’s butt cheeks while his mouth breathed hot air all over the blond’s junk. The butt was globular and tight, a bubble butt from the toned muscle, but bouncy and squishy from the baby weight. Each check was also covered in thick, wavy hair, and Andry could just grab the ends of the hair in between his fingers. He grasped Morgan’s ass cheeks firmly, purposefully catching the hairs, and then tugged ever so slightly. Above him, the frat boy let out a low moan, his own hands pressing on top of Andry’s, inviting him to squeeze the hairy bubble butt even harder.

            The front of the jock strap was specially suited for pregnant males. The pouch in front was large and tear-shaped. Andry could see the outline of Morgan’s stiffening cock, and the slow shifting of what must be the pregnant ball sack. Not hesitating a second longer, Andry pulled off the jockstrap, letting it fall to Morgan’s feet. Before him was the thickest dick he’d ever laid eyes on. There was nothing remarkable about the length, just average, but his dick was almost was wide around as a coffee mug. Even more amazing, Andry finally got his first real life look at a pregnant scrotum. Morgan’s sack was huge. The frat boy hadn’t been lying when he compared it to a softball. It hung much lower than a normal nut sack, and Andry instantly understood why the pregnant jock strap was needed. Without it, Morgan’s balls would be banging around his inner thigh all day. Andry could clearly make out the shape of more than two testicles inside the bloated sack, all crammed together and gently shifting around as Morgan became more and more aroused.

            “Andry…” Morgan groaned from above, and the black haired young man took it as a signal. He opened his mouth as wide as it could go, and pressed his lips to the massive cock head before him. Morgan’s dick filled Andry’s mouth, spreading it was wide as it could open, the shaft of the thick cock sliding against the inner cheeks of his mouth. Any thicker and he wouldn’t have been able to blow it. Thankfully it wasn't really long, so deep throating was not something he had to worry about. Hands clasped around Morgan’s ass, he used his grip there to push the frat boy in and out of his mouth, every once in a while feeling the heavy nut sack swing against his neck. When he reached the base of the cock his nose would press into the thick matte of hair there. It smelled just slightly of jockstrap, not enough to be noticeable unless up-close, but enough to make Andry even harder.

            After several more minutes of this, Morgan pulled him to his feet. Andry plopped back down onto the bed, leaning up on his elbows. “So you think a pregnant belly is hot, do you?” Morgan asked playfully.

            “Hell yeah I do.”

            “How about this, then?”

            Morgan, naked from the waist down already, climbed onto the bed, straddling Andry’s lap. Slowly, seductively, Morgan pulled the tight t-shirt up over his baby bump and then his head. He threw it to the floor with his jockstrap and knelt before Andry in all his pregnant glory. Andry was speechless, and could hardly keep his hands from touching every square inch. The giant gut hung in the air just a few inches before his face. It looked even bigger that when he’d last seen it exposed at the gym, and he said so.

            Morgan laughed and nodded. “Well that was two days ago. Every week is a whole trimester, so a single day’s growth is actually pretty significant.” As if to emphasize this, his hands began caressing his belly, feeling it all around. “Of course, I also just ate a gigantic meal, so I’m sure that’s bloated me up a bit, too,” he added with a smile.

            Andry’s hands joined him in massaging the massive belly. “God, you’re so…well, so fucking big and hairy!”

            Morgan laughed and planted another kiss on him. This time, his tongue finished with Andry’s mouth and then trailed down his neck, ending with small but tugging bites on one of his nipples. Moving to the opposite nipple, Morgan murmured, “Well I’m pregnant – with twins! – so that explains the bigness. And I’ve always been hairy…” He trailed off as he started biting the other nipple and Andry let out a hot breath, not even remembering when his shirt had come off. His pants, however, were definitely still on, and his boner was straining against both his briefs and his jeans. Morgan noticed and a few seconds later, they were both gone.

            “There’s a sight for sore eyes,” Morgan said as Andry’s considerable cock sprang into the open. Eight inches long and thick enough to be a handful, Andry’s cock was impressive, much longer than Morgan’s but nowhere near as thick. “How big is this thing?”

            “Eight inches,” Andry gasped as Morgan’s hand began caressing the shaft, gently pulling the foreskin back. He didn’t have to work hard, and a few seconds later, Andry’s shiny, slick head was fully popped out of his foreskin, straining like an angry, flared mushroom.

            “So, Andry, whatever should we do about these boners we have?”

            Not caring if he was witty anymore, just consumed with the need to be having sex with this pregnant hunk, Andry said, “Do you top or bottom?”

            “Either one,” Morgan answered confidently. Andry was also versatile, but he had played this scenario through his head too many times to let it end up any other way.

            “I’m gonna fuck you, preggo boy.” He roughly threw Morgan onto his back, correctly trusting that the guy was strong and solid enough, even two trimesters pregnant, to steady himself. The blond landed and spread his legs immediately. Andry considered his throbbing cock, precum dripping down into the folds of his foreskin. “I guess we don’t need to worry about protection seeing as how you’re already pregnant.”

            Morgan grinned and splayed both hands over his belly, which looked even bigger now pointing up into the air. Andry positioned himself and immediately noticed a problem: Morgan’s enormous nut sack hung so far down that it was in the way of his asshole. Realizing this, Morgan laughed. “I’ve never done this pregnant. I didn’t even think of that.”

            Andry cupped the softball-sized sack with one hand, lifting it, gently pressing and pulling as he did so. Morgan groaned, and while he still held the sack in one hand, Andry pressed his cock against Morgan’s hole, gently pushing the bulbous tip inside. Morgan gasped in pleasure right away, and his hands gripped Andry’s ass, pulling him in deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until his neatly trimmed black pubes pushed up against Morgan’s thick, untrimmed blond ones. Buried inside the pregnant hunk’s ass up to his balls, Andry finally released Morgan’s own balls. The heavy, swollen nut sack dropped down between the boys, some testicles falling to each side of the new bridge that connected the boys.

            “Fuck me, Andry,” came Morgan’s voice from the other side of the enormous mound of belly. Rising up onto his heels, Andry grabbed Morgan and adjusted his angle. Now the fat frat boy’s balls hung angled upside-down, leaving Andry free to thrust and free to see Morgan’s sex face over the mountainous gut.

            Thrusting deep and slow into the blond’s muscled ass was heaven. Andry couldn’t believe he was fucking a pregnant frat boy. Heavy panting groans came from Morgan’s mouth and both his big, strong hands rubbed his belly furiously. It was the tightest asshole Andry had ever been in, and he felt his dick swelling to even more impossible proportions inside Morgan’s soft warmth.

            Andry drew all the way out and then, without warning slammed into him. Morgan cried out, “Again! Harder! Again!” Over and over, Andry pulled completely out and shoved his way completely in. His own small nut sack swung back and forth between his legs, and he kept both hands beneath Morgan, clutching that plump furry ass to lift the pregnant boy higher off the bed. Soon, Morgan’s hole began to actively pull him in, not wanting to release the cock it had wanted for so long.

            Andry stopped slamming and started digging his cock as deeply into Morgan’s hole as possible. “I am gonna blow my load so far inside of you, you fat preggo,” he growled. Morgan grunted as Andry pushed further and further, no longer sure where, anatomically speaking, he was inside the frat boy. Just then Morgan let out a huge groan.

            “Fuuuck!” Andry stopped his digging, dick twitching inside Morgan, and he gave the blond a concerned look. Morgan shook his head, one hand wiping sweat from his brow and rubbing his buzzed head. “Don’t stop, I’m okay. The babies just woke up and I’m sensitive from the inside, too.” Andry was already pushing in and out, never leaving the hot, tight hole. Suddenly he began to see the gravid belly before him convulse. Morgan’s hands were already rubbing big, slow circles on his swollen womb, and now Andry could clearly see the big gut twitching, the two twins inside anxious for some action of their own.

            Mesmerized, Andry pulled his dick out and almost heard Morgan’s hole snap shut. He moved up just a little and began slapping the fat belly with his hard cock. He grinded his hard dick into the tight dome, letting his precum flow freely. He had never made so much, and for a second, he thought me might actually be cumming. But his cock was still rock hard and he hadn’t orgasmed yet, so instead he just let the thick, slippery precum drizzle all over the big belly.

            “Andry, I want to cum…”

            He moved back down and saw the pregnant boy’s own cock twitching like crazy. It was still impossibly thick, and Andry wrapped both hands around it, working it like a big pole. Morgan’s legs were stretched out straight now, quad muscles bulging as he grunted, louder and faster. Andry kept working the big dick with two hands, eyes still fixated on the round globe gut, which was now roiling and twitching continuously. Morgan’s grunting got loud, and guttural, and Andry would have been startled if he weren’t so turned on by it. Moments later, he saw the pregnant nut sack, now hanging down and piled on the bed, begin to twitch.

            The six balls, each much bigger than a normal-sized testicle, started to swell up and the whole sack was lifted off the bed. As the balls rose and tightened, preparing to shoot, Andry kept swirling his hands around Morgan’s tree trunk cock. “Andry, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” The frat boy yelled out as his nut sack contracted one final time and his dick, for just a second, grew even wider. All at once a rope of semen flew from the cock and splashed against Andry’s lower face. Hot, salty cum seeped into his lips and he eagerly swept his tongue around his face while another yet of jizz splattered all over Morgan’s baby gut.

            The blond frat boy was breathing heavily, and his babies had not settled down at all. The massive belly rose and fell quickly as Morgan tried to catch his breath. Andry sat back on his heels, watching the huge ball sack slowly descend. To his surprise, though, the giant log of a cock did not soften. Improvising, Andry leaned in and began to rub the warm semen all over Morgan’s belly. The preggo frat boy started moaning in pleasure, and Andry’s still-hard dick was twitching like it had a mind of its own. Morgan’s huge, tight expanse was covered in fur. Even thicker than Sean’s, Andry thought. And now, that fur was slippery and wet, slathered in cum, making all the hair look plastered to the heaving belly.

            “Get back inside me,” Morgan groaned, and, without a second thought, Andry followed orders. Once more he swept the hairy scrotum out of the way and hilted himself. Morgan had to pry his hands off of the muscular ass, but Andry didn’t mind since the frat boy then planted them onto both sides of the pregnant stomach. Andry could now see and feel the twitching belly. The gut pressed outward against his hands, making the matted hair into a net of blond spider webs across the tight expanse. With every little kick and shift of his pregnant stomach, Morgan’s asshole tightened convulsively around Andry’s dick. Soon it felt as if there was no room left at all. Andry felt his cock squeezed so tightly that he didn’t know if he’d ever get it out.

            “Pump me again,” Morgan said beneath him, in-between gasping breaths. “Pump my dick again.”

            Andry looked at him with wide eyes. The blond muscle hunk was a sight to behold. Flat on his back, one powerful arm bulged its muscles as it supported his buzzed head, handsome face contorted with sexual pleasure, blue eyes screwed shut and white teeth biting his lip. The other arm was pressed on top of Andry’s own hand, keeping the hand pushing against the heaving belly, as if Andry had any desire to let go. With his other hand, Andry reached down and encircled Morgan’s cock. His hand could not fully close around the thick member, but it was enough to jerk him off.

            Pumping away at the pregnant boy’s cock, Andry kept his own dick buried deep in the furry hole. He didn’t withdraw at all, instead focusing on moving within the tight ass. Keeping up an intense rhythm, a few minutes later both boys were gasping faster and faster. Once more, Morgan began to grunt, and Andry was by now realizing that this was a sort of reflex for the pregnant hunk. He decided to test his theory and pushed in as far as his flared-up eight inches would allow him. Beneath his hand, the pregnant nut sack again drew up, and this time Andry felt his own, much tinier ball sack draw up as well. Sure enough, as the log-like cock in his hand began to pump all on its own, Morgan’s grunts became louder and deeper, almost animalistic. The loud grunts made the fat stomach heave even more, and Andry’s hand was pushing against it hard, feeling it balloon underneath. When Morgan’s grunts finally started making his pregnant gut bounce, his cock exploded in Andry’s hand.

            “I can’t…fucking…believe…you’re…cumming again!” He exclaimed between breaths. More thick streams of cum erupted from the fat cock, splattering onto Andry’s chest, dampening his own, much sparser chest and belly hair. At the same time, Andry’s uncut cock finally blew its load, buried deep inside the frat boy. He, too, let out a growl, and both boys were grunting away. Andy wasn’t big on such noises usually, but Morgan’s heaving, hairy belly must’ve brought out the animal in him. He felt his cum filling the pregnant boy, and wondered when it was finally going to turn off. Seconds later, he felt the distinct sensation of him own cum oozing out of Morgan’s tight hole around his own cock.

            Andry gently pulled out and leaned forward, lips catching Morgan’s as the two basked in the smoldering afterglow. Andry’s lightly hairy torso flattened itself over Morgan’s bloated stomach, smearing even more cum across the mound. He rolled to the side and Morgan turned, nuzzling his bubble butt up against Andry’s softening cock. He wrapped his arms around the pregnant frat boy’s belly and gently began rubbing, smearing the buckets of cum into the hairy expanse as if it were lotion. Morgan groaned contentedly and laid his own hands on top of his baby bump, and the two boys drifted off to sleep.

-- Edited by Meixiong on Monday 24th of October 2011 12:03:05 AM

Chapter 7

             “一杯绿茶啊!” the cashier called out. Sean pushed off the wall where he was leaning, passively taking in the sights and sounds of the small Chinese coffee shop. A definite oddity in the tiny city, no one was ever really quite sure how to classify the place. It was definitely several steps above a hole-in-the-wall greasy Chinese takeout joint. It was also a step or two beneath the expensive, dine-in oriental themed restaurants uptown. Finally, add in the fact that the place served the Chinese version of just about everything at Starbucks and any attempt at categorization just went straight out the window.

             Sean took the hot paper cup from the middle aged Chinese woman, responding in flawless Mandarin, “谢谢你.” The woman nodded happily, familiar with the handsome white fellow who always ordered and spoke in Chinese.

             “好久不见了.”

             Sean flashed an apologetic expression. “哎呀，我知道啊! 大学的大考让我伤脑筋了，可现在自由了！”

             “嗯大考吗?” The woman shook her head wagged her finger at him. “我猜你说的大考就是大分桃.” Sean laughed, flashing the woman a smile and nodded respectfully before heading out.

             The morning sun was warm but distant, as if telling the world that it was already preparing to retire for the winter. Autumn would come early this year it seemed, which was just fine with Sean. He never enjoyed summer. His pale Irish skin did nothing but burn in the scorching rays, and his copious body hair did a quite sufficient job of keeping him overheated and sweaty. Besides, he thought, scarves just frame my face so well.

             Sean strolled along, long legs carrying him quickly even when he didn’t hurry. It was a Friday, but having already finished finals, Sean was left with several weeks of free time on his hands before the autumn quarter began and most of the college’s other students returned for the school year. These days when most the world was occupied with classes or work or whatever always put Sean in a pleasant state of mind. He enjoyed being free while everyone else wasn’t, it made the world seem sort of empty, like it was all for him.

             Elise, a friend who owned an art gallery in town, had graduated two years ago. She, Sean, and Andry remained good friends, and he did occasionally crash at her apartment in the city. Last night he really had been drunk, but he had only let himself get so drunk because he figured that if he were going to use it as an excuse to give Andry the apartment to himself, he might as well make good on his excuse. Irish heritage was good for more than just pallid complexion and hair, and Sean’s mild hangover consisting of a small headache and nausea was already mostly faded by now. Of course, whatever drug Elise threw at him from across the bed this morning had probably helped.

             He had better of scored, Sean mentally griped and he thought about Elise’s aggressive kicking while she slept. Her couch was also unbearably firm, and so the bed was the only real option. Unfortunately, the bed came with Elise, whose gorgeously long legs were weapons of mass destruction in the hands of her unconscious, slumbering mind.

             Sean considered shooting Luke a text message and inviting the boy out again tonight, but the freshman was not finished with exams yet. Moreover, he was a freshman. Sean bought into the whole “age is just a number” thing well enough, but the statement became exponentially truer as one got older. The difference between, say, twenty-four and thirty didn’t bother him. The difference between twenty-two and eighteen was an ocean-sized gap. The sex had been energetic and satisfying, true, but Sean didn’t want to risk leading the younger man on, even if the pregnant sex had been great. I’ll scope out the possibility of some more hookups, but a real relationship with an incoming freshman is so not gonna happen.

             For years, roughly since he had learned that he himself was a carrier, Sean had nurtured an interest in pregnant men. Something about the fecundity of it made his cock stand at attention. The bulbous belly was an erotic zone for Sean as surely as breasts, ass, or lips might be for anyone else. Sean always thought that he had a pretty good fetish as far as fetishes went, since, unlike breasts, pretty much anyone who had a big baby belly was likely to be horny as hell all the time. He smirked a bit when he considered just how horny he would be when his own abdomen was bloated with child someday. Sean’s sex drive was impressive. With a flood of hormones and a constant turn-on attached to his torso, he’d probably never even leave home.

             Thinking of his eventual first pregnancy led Sean, as so often happened, to wonder about the spawning phase, that uncontrollable animalistic urge to get laid at whatever the cost. In a spawning phase, even the healthiest heterosexual would ask his buddy for a fuck. Admittedly, not every buddy would oblige him, but there were enough who knew the power of their own spawning phases to cooperate. Sean wondered where it would happen to him. In a lecture? Worse, in a seminar class, sitting around a small table with only a handful of other students? At the gym one day? Or during a yoga session? Who would he find to impregnate him then? He wished, not for the fist time, that all carriers had some commonly identifiable mark. A pink triangle, a purple pacifier, a secret wink or handshake – anything. He sighed and considered that, since he spent a good portion of his time there, his spawning would happen at home. At home, with only Andry around. I could always just get an emergency hooker’s number ready for the occasion…

             It’s not that the thought of being impregnated by Andry was so disagreeable. Quite the contrary, in fact. Sean had nothing but good memories of their freshman year as fuck buddies, and he didn’t hide that he still found Andry attractive. Andry had only become even more attractive, really. The two boys had cultivated a unique and somewhat precarious relationship over the last three years, though, and Sean was worried what sex might do to it. They could see one another stepping out of the shower, or be perfectly comfortable hanging out in their underwear, or not be bothered by walking around naked at night on a trip to the bathroom or refrigerator. It was very much an open secret that they both could pop a boner thinking of the other, but this sort of mutual acknowledgement, in a strange way, served as a détente of sorts that allowed them to function as best friends without crossing that line again. Sean was doubtful that the line would be much use against the surging hormones of his or Andry’s first spawning phase.

             Sean wasn’t at all worried about any such complications that the pregnancy itself might cause. Men rarely ended up keeping their babies. Forty percent of Earth’s males were carriers. After a young man had his first spawning phase, it was anyone’s guess when another would happen. Sometimes, a guy would just be a fecund, baby birthing machine, and would enter a spawning phase on a regular basis. It wasn’t uncommon for some men to have a spawning phase every other month, effectively spending a huge chunk of their lives pregnant. During a spawning phase, the chance of conception was also around ninety percent, much higher than a female’s rate of conception. Men also stopped carrying around forty, although that number varied considerably. Often, the most fecund men, the ones who were pregnant all the time, would go on carrying into their sixties.

             It was fortunate, since there was currently no way to prevent male impregnation by means of birth control, that men did not undergo the same chemical and emotional bonding process with their babies as women. When a man gave birth, he had no particular psychological attachment to the offspring. Of course, many men elected to keep their babies, and emotional bonds formed quickly once the man began thinking of the baby as his, but human biology blocked any such instinctive reaction during pregnancy. Most men, especially young men around Sean’s age, gave birth and then delivered the baby to the nearest hospital, where it was usually adopted rather quickly. The same ecological adaptation that had resulted in male carriers decades ago was also responsible for the huge decline in female fertility. Indeed, many had even gone so far as to predict the downfall of the human species before widespread male pregnancy was discovered. As a result, there were always plenty of eager couples willing adopt the babies. Sean was an example of a baby no one had adopted, and he was thus also a perfect example of the orphanage system. When the male pregnancy phenomenon had emerged all those decades ago, most world governments overhauled their orphanage systems, realizing that men everywhere would soon be popping out babies that would be up for adoption. Far from anything described by Dickens, an orphanage in the modern world was not at all a bad place to grow up.

             Almost home, Sean pulled out his phone and shot Andry a text, hoping to determine whether the boy was still asleep and therefore not having raunchy sex right in the living room. Several minutes later, Sean was climbing the stairs in his apartment building and still hadn’t received a response, so when he reached the front door, he let himself in, closing it quietly behind him. He noticed the extra pair of shoes, flip flops, immediately. Such a standard frat boy choice. He smiled to himself.

             Sean walked into his room and deposited his bag on the bed. He closed the door and opened his laptop, queuing up a playlist of Beethoven’s violin concertos. The sweet strings filled the tiny room, and Sean found himself whistling along as he unpacked the small bundle of clothes he’d worn last night. He had showered at Elise’s before leaving, and when he finished putting his just-finished book on the shelf, he headed to the bathroom. Green tea, more than even water, went right through him.

             He left the door open, as was the habit in the apartment, and unbuttoned his jeans before also unzipping them. Sean’s dick was large by any standard, and seeing as how most of his jeans were rather well fitted, it was usually easier to just unbutton and unzip all the way than to try and wrestle the serpentine cock out of the tiny zipper hole. He left fly with a pounding steam of urine, sighing a little as his bladder emptied. He shook off the last few drops and tucked his big dick back into his underwear and closed his pants. After washing his hands, Sean returned to his bedroom and snatched another book, heading towards the kitchen and it’s warm morning light.

             Dropping down into his favorite chair, Sean opened the book and gracefully folded his legs up on the table. He let his mind drift across the pages, carried forward by the typed words, while the sunshine filtered through the wide window. A good while later, the smack of bare feet on the wood roused him from his book. He raised his head to peer over the book ready with an amused quip for Andry, and instead set eyes on the most heavily pregnant jock he’d ever seen. And he was gorgeous.

             The man was not as tall as Sean, but seemed all the better proportioned for it. Instead of Sean’s lanky frame, which had required his whole life thus far in order to tone and build up, this guy had a naturally athletic body that all other men envied from first grade on up. Blonde hair was buzzed down short on his head, but the look was saved from being too severe or military-esque by big blue eyes and pouty lips. A few days’ worth of stubble was clearly visible on his face, the same blonde color as his hair. Broad, round shoulders gave way to thick, visible triceps and nearly spherical biceps. The jock’s chest was wide and chiseled, his pectorals slightly rounded into just the perfect shape. His nipples were large and dark, about the size of silver dollars, and visible even beneath the thick pelt of blonde hair.

             Sean’s eyes took all this in over mere seconds, and then descended hungrily to the pregnant belly. The young man’s gut looked easily full term, three trimesters along. It was perfectly round and stuck far enough out that the top of the dome could serve as a shelf. The very slight outline of what had once been abdominal muscles was stretched out against the sides of the spherical stomach, and the deep v-lines of the lower abs were still clearly etched out at the bottom of the belly, descending underneath the hanging gut into the special pregnancy thong that contained a scrotum the size of a grapefruit. The belly itself was covered in the same light blonde hair as his chest, and it was so thick that it resembled a wavy, soft coat of platinum fur.

             Clearly still in the later stages of waking up, the pregnant jock ambled over to the chair across the table from Sean, easing his pregnant self into it. Sean wondered if he was too fat to stand for long periods of time or if he really was just drowsy. One look at the toned, Adonis-like leg muscles pumping like pistons as he eased himself down and Sean realized that as big as his belly may be, this guy was in no way weak or tired from his pregnancy.

             Not really sure what to say, and realizing that he had just been staring at this mostly naked stranger for the last minute or so, Sean gave his friendliest smile and an awkward laugh. “Umm…hi there, stranger.”

             “Hey, man, sorry about the underwear intrusion. I didn’t think anyone else was around except for Andry and me.” He leaned back a bit, absentmindedly rubbing a hand over his stomach. “I’m Morgan,” he said, and leaned forward over the table with an extended hand. His gut lurched forward, bumping to the table and preventing him from getting very far. Sean’s long arm compensated and the two shook hands with a smile.

             “Sean. I’m Andry’s roommate,” he said as Morgan nodded. “And yeah, actually you would have had an empty kitchen to parade around in but my plans for today kind of fell through so I can home.”

             “Aww, that sucks. What did you have planned?”

             “I was supposed to check out a couple new gallery openings with a friend but her own gallery decided to have a paperwork fiasco and she got called in to the boss thing.” He tried to block out the painful memory of Elise’s cell phone piercing his booze addled brain at nine in the morning.

             “Bummer, man. I take it you’re done with exams, then?”

             Sean wiped invisible sweat from his brow. “Thankfully. You?”

             “Yep. One of the advantages of being a humanities major. It’s hell for a few weeks, but then all the papers are done and you don’t have any exams hanging over your head,” the blonde said happily. Sean nodded agreement and went for a gulp of tea, only to find his tall paper cup empty.

             “You want some tea?” he asked Morgan as he stood and started filling the kettle.

             The pregnant man gave him and amused look. “Andry offered me tea last night, too. Exactly how much tea do you two go through in a week?”

             Sean just shook his head. “No one knows the answers to questions like that, Morgan.” The buzzed blonde laughed and nodded. “Green tea alright with you?”

             “Uhh, fine, yeah. Thanks, man.”

             Sean left the kettle to heat up and sauntered back to his chair. “So how’d the date go last night?”

             Morgan’s eyes widened a bit and he grinned. “Well, I mean…here I am the next morning…” Sean chuckled appreciatively. “Andry’s a great guy. We had a lot of fun.”

             Sean raised a thick eyebrow. “Uh-huh.” Morgan blushed and shrugged his shoulders. Sean put one foot up on the table, pushing off and rocking back a little. “Well does this mean that there’s a second date in the works?”

             Morgan shrugged again. “I mean, I’d sure say ‘yes’ if he asked me.” He put both hands on the sides of his distended belly. “It’s not everyday that you find a guy willing to hookup with you when you’re looking like I do. Plus he didn’t just want to hookup. The conversation was good and he’s a fun guy.”

             “True enough.” Sean motioned in the blonde’s general direction. “How much time do you have left, anyway?”

             “What you see before you is three days into the third trimester.” He gave his gut another happy rub and Sean watched the platinum hair swirl. “So I have four more days of growing, and then one more week of carrying a three trimester belly around.” He grinned again. “The joys of pregnancy.”

             Sean laughed. “You’re pretty big. Andry mentioned that you’re carrying twins?”

             “Yeah, and I don’t know if this is a onetime thing or if any future pregnancies will be multiples, too.”

             “Does your family usually carry multiples?”

             “Nope. I’m the first.” Morgan leaned forward, elbows on the table. His belly shifted in his lap, its roundness disappearing beneath the table’s edge. Sean noticed the boy’s legs spread ever so slightly. This hunk’s gut was starting to fall, and after a few more days spent in his third trimester, his baby bump would be practically touching the seat beneath him when he sat down. “How about you?”
             Sean blinked and reprimanded himself for staring again. “How about me what?”

             “Are you a carrier?”

             “Oh,” Sean sucked in air between his teeth as his chair teetered back and forth. “Yep. Although I’m from an orphanage and thus have no knowledge of what’s coming down the genetic pipeline. I mean, the standard info my parents dropped me off with mention the basics: ethnicity, birthday, no major genetic diseases. Other than that, I got nothin’.”

             Morgan gave him a sympathetic grin. “So for all you know, your first carrying could be quintuplets!”

             Sean put a finger-made gun to his head and blew his brains out. “Now that would be an introduction to pregnancy.”

             Morgan put both hands on his knees and pushed himself up. Sean kept an eye on his thighs and reaffirmed his suspicion that this was one incredibly fit pregnant dude. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom,” he said as he turned and headed to the door near the kitchen entryway. Sean stayed in his seat watching him go, and as soon as Morgan had turned completely around, Sean’s jaw nearly hit the table. The pregnant boy’s underwear was a jockstrap, and the view from behind was…well, it was a view of Morgan’s behind. Perhaps realizing that he wore only a jockstrap, Morgan turned, his face blushing red again beneath his light blonde stubble. “Wow. Sorry about that. I guess I just gave you a full view of my ass, dude.”

             Sean waved him off and made sure to let the frat boy hear the humor in his voice. “Not a problem. Happens to me all the time.” Morgan laughed a little nervously and headed into the bathroom, walking the tiniest bit quicker. Sean’s eyes never left that perky, fuzzy butt. Wow. He’s even hairier than I am, which is saying something! He considered the thick, lightly colored hair swirling around the deep bellybutton of Morgan’s gut. Though I bet some of it’s the hormones. When he’s not pregnant I bet he and I have a pretty similar “coat.”

             He went to the stove and poured hot water into two mugs, letting the steam waft up and heat his face. He was about to set the kettle back on the stovetop when Andry’s voice caught him. “Pour a third mug. It’s the least you can do after ogling my date.”           

             Sean turned with a shocked expression. “Me? Ogle your date? What? Never. No. Never.” Andry smirked and approached his friend with a knowing look. “Alright, well, it’s at least no less than you did to my date yesterday.”

             Andry nodded and said, “Although I seem to recall your date wearing full boxers as opposed to an ass-less jock strap.”

             “Didn’t hear you complaining when I sent you a naked picture of him…” Sean muttered humorously. Andry could only laugh as Sean handed him a hot mug. “Yeah, I thought so. We’ll go ahead and call that checkmate,” Sean said.

             Andry glanced around the kitchen. “So where’d he go? I woke up and he’d vanished.” Sean pointed to the bathroom with a smirk and Andry responded in kind, both boys realizing that this situation had been reversed only twenty-four hours ago. They sat down next to each other and Andry leaned in, his shoulder pushing into Sean’s. He whispered conspiratorially, “But seriously, how fucking hot is he?”

             “Scorching.”

             “Right?”

             “I mean, I thought Luke had a belly…”

             Andry patted his hand comfortingly. “Oh, it’s okay. Luke is a very pleasantly average looking kid.”

             Sean rolled his eyes. “How come we both find pregnant dudes to hookup with, but I get the one with the average looks and tiny cock while you get the one who looks like…well…who looks like a stereotypical frat jock? I mean, the dude looks like he came out of an Abercrombie catalog.”

             Andry shook his head. “No, he’s way too hairy.”

             “Ha! True enough,” Sean replied. “But seriously, what gives? You’re supposed to be the ugly one who only gets mediocre dates.” Andry gave his shoulder a sympathetic rub. There wasn’t anyone on campus who would ever call Andry ugly and both boys knew it. Sean leaned back, again rocking his chair, as was his habit. “Do you think he could introduce me to his frat buddies? Some of them are bound to be carriers…”

             Andry laughed. “What, are we exclusively on the hunt for preggo boys now?”

             Sean shrugged. “It’s not like there’s a shortage…”

             “Yeah, but you need to find preggo gay boys. The straight ones will only have sex with you when they’re spawning, and they aren’t pregnant at that point.”

             Sean nodded sagely. “‘Tis a difficult burden I undertake.”

Chapter 8

            Morgan whipped out his thick penis, aiming at what he hoped was the toilet. Since the middle of his second trimester, about a week ago, he had lost sight of his junk. His penis had never been very long to begin with, and with the babies growing out so far, Morgan had not seen his cock for a while. He could sit down to piss, but getting up and down on such a low seat was starting to get difficult. He was satisfied to hear the steady stream of his urine hitting the water below, and he sighed as his bladder emptied itself, giving his babies just a tad more room. Fuuuuuuuck... Man, that feels good.

            The idea that his gut was going to get even bigger over the next week blew Morgan’s mind. He was already the size of a full term pregnancy. He was beginning to wonder if he would finally have to surrender to size and wear pregnancy clothes. Thus far he had even managed to fit into most of his jeans. There were a few pair that he couldn’t get up over his newly inflated ass, but most of them could still be fastened underneath his stomach. In a few days, he knew his belly would drop as the babies shifted lower into position. At that point, he could pretty much kiss his jeans – all his jeans – goodbye. He tucked his cock back into his jockstrap. His big balls never had to leave their snug pouch. The thong was designed to cradle the massive sack so that he could extract is penis without needing to fit his six testicles back into the undies.

            Morgan washed his hands and then splashed some water on his face. He dried his hands and decided to go find his clothes before reentering the kitchen. He definitely hadn’t expected Sean to be there. Morgan was as comfortable with his body as any attractive, athletic frat boy, but he wouldn’t have intentionally walked around in his ass-less thong had he known he had an audience.

            He exited the bathroom and could hear Andry and Sean both murmuring in the kitchen. Without announcing himself, he went in the opposite direction, further down the hall, and back into Andry’s bedroom. His clothes were still on the floor at the foot of the bed, and he reached down to retrieve them, dropping into a slow squat, one hand on the bed for support and the other reaching down. He pulled the jeans on and zipped them, contorting his big hands to try and fasten them beneath his baby gut. His shirt was still clean as he’d changed into it only just before his date yesterday. He pulled it down over his head and then started yanking it over his pregnant expanse. Much to Morgan’s surprise, the t-shirt no longer completely wrapped around his stomach. Only last night he could at least cover all the visible parts of his bump. Now, though, the t-shirt was stretched tight and left a good two inches of his pregnant belly exposed. Morgan sighed, and gave up, heading back to the kitchen.

            He entered the sunny room and was immediately glad he’d decided to get dressed. Sean, of course, was clothed, but Andry had also put on clothes before leaving the bedroom. The two roommates sat casually at the table, talking with a familiarity that bespoke of a long friendship.

            “There you are,” Andry said with a smile. Morgan smiled back and took a seat, slowly, across the table. Sean had placed a mug of tea for him and he picked it up, feeling the warmth in his hands. Not too much thicker than my cock…he mused to himself. “Sleep well?” Andry asked pleasantly.

            “Yeah, very. No dreams, no midnight pee runs. It was great.”

            Andry and Sean both laughed, and the latter elbowed the former, saying, “I guess you two tired each other out.” Morgan didn’t mind the teasing but he waited to see how Andry would respond.

            “Yeah! Sort of like you and tequila did last night!”

            Sean raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips in a smirk. Morgan was impressed at their easy manner and how they seemed to compliment one another. He was also impressed by their looks, as Andry had not mentioned that Sean was so attractive. Seated side-by-side, it was easy to judge the best features of each. Sean was taller and had broader shoulders. His muscles did not bulge like Morgan’s own, but they were noticeable even while not being flexed. Sean’s brown hair was dark in some places, but when the light streaming in from the large window hit it, it looked like someone had brushed dark golden honey through it. He kept it short, almost as short as Morgan’s buzz, in the back and around the sides, but the top was longer and artfully mussed, choppy bangs falling over his forehead. Sean’s face was definitely one worth swooning over: sharp cheek bones and full lips with a double chin that emphasized his strong jaw without drawing attention to itself. Thick, dark brown eyebrows framed eyes that could be either grey or sea green depending on the light. A light dusting of freckles cross his pale skin, and thick, sandpapery facial hair the same color as his hair was never allowed to grow longer than stubble.

            Sitting beside him, Andy was not quite as pale, and he lacked Sean’s freckles. In fact, after last night, Morgan was decently sure that Andry didn’t have freckles or moles anywhere on his body – a body that was slimmer and less muscled than Sean’s, but would still be described as “toned” rather than “skinny.” Andry’s hair was a much darker brown than Sean’s, bordering on black. Instead of Sean’s silvery eyes, Andry’s were bright blue. If Sean’s eyes were mesmerizing, then Andry’s were piercing. Andry’s face was different from Sean’s, too – less classically beautiful, but prettier. His hair was also longer, shaggy, and framed his face nicely. Andry wore stylish dark jeans and a thin black sweater that matched his hair. Morgan’s mind immediately flashed to an image: his own hands yanking back on Andry’s dark hair, pulling the boy’s head back to kiss his exposed neck.

            “So what do you have to do today?” Andry asked him.

            “Uhh…” he thought over his nonexistent planner. “Not much, actually. I’m supposed to be at the frat house around two. All of us who’re done with finals are helping to set-up for the party at the end of the week.”

            “Does that mean the termite problem in the frat house has been taken care of?” Sean asked grinningly.

            “Not exactly,” Morgan told him with a shake of his head. “They’re still in the basement. The exterminators are supposed to show up in a few days. For now, we’re moving all the party supplies to this big apartment a couple of the brothers rent.”

            Andry gave him a surprised look. “So you’re going to be a packhorse all afternoon? That doesn’t sound like too much fun in your condition.”

            “Nah, there are plenty of other things to do. I’ll figure something out.” He shrugged and patted his belly. “It’s not like I’m the only brother to ever carry.”

            Sean raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are there other pregnant brothers in your frat right now?”

            Morgan thought for a moment. “No, not right now. But out of forty, I think about ten of us are carriers. I’m the only one pregnant right now.” He almost would’ve sworn that an interested gleam settled into Sean’s grey eyes.

            “You hitting the gym today?” Andry asked.

            “Maybe…” he looked around trying to find a clock. “I don’t even know what time it is…”

            Andry pointed an accusing finger at Sean. “That would be our friend Sean’s fault.”

            Before he got any further Sean sat up straight in his chair, shaking his head and waving his arms overdramatically. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I would just like to point out that there are two sides to this story. You know, Andry’s side and the truth.”

            Morgan smiled. Clearly this story had been related to guests before. Andry continued, ignoring his roommate. “We were painting the kitchen a few months ago, back in June, and Sean here didn’t want to hang the same clock up because the color no longer matched.”

            “Actually,” Sean interjected, “Picasso here splattered paint all over the clock. That’s why I didn’t want to hang it up again.”

            Andry rolled his eyes. “So he’d have you believe. He purposefully put the clock underneath my wall so that I would drip paint on it and we would have an excuse to get a new clock.”

            Morgan narrowed his eyes in confusion. “But there’s still no clock.”

            Andry and Sean both looked at him as if he were a little slow. “Well, yeah,” Sean said. “I’ve been demanding since June that Andry buy a new clock to replace the one he ruined.”

            Seamlessly, Andry said, “And I’ve been demanding that he suck it up and just re-hang the old one.”

            Morgan nodded, understanding the friendly conflict. “And you’re both stubborn enough that the kitchen has remained clock-less for three months.” Andry’s mouth twisted into a humorous smile and Sean leaned back, thought for a moment, and nodded.

            Andry glanced at his cell phone lying on the counter. “If you must know, though, it’s about a quarter to noon.”

            Morgan thought for a moment. “Well that explains why I’m so fucking hungry,” he stated with a grin.

            “Feel like getting lunch before you have to be at the frat house?” Andry suggested.

            He thought for about a split second before responding. “Yeah, definitely.”

            “Cool, let me go get my wallet.”

            Morgan asked Sean, “You coming?”

            “Oh, I think I’ll let you two bask in your post-first date afterglow without me.”

            “Sure?”

            “Mhm. I’m going to enjoy the quiet apartment for a while and then head to the gym myself.”

            Morgan pushed himself to his feet as Andry popped his head into the kitchen and signaled that he was ready to leave. Sean rose too, walking around the table and giving Morgan’s hand another firm shake. “Nice meeting you, Morgan.”

            He returned the smile and nodded. “You too, Sean.”

            The grey eyes flickered with amusement and sought out Andry’s own blue eyes. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” Morgan noticed the slight blush that Andry hid by turned around and heading out of the kitchen.

            Morgan watched Andry’s cute ass as he walked away and then turned back to Sean. “Yeah, I think so. Definitely.”

Chapter 9

            Sean stepped out of the gym, squinting at the bright sunlight. He reached into his pocket and removed his cell, checking for missed calls. One text message awaited him, from his friend Brian: dinner + movie? Never one to enjoy a prolonged text conversation, Sean simply dialed his friend’s number and waited to him to answer. As he took a few steps down from the front doors, Brian answered.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, I thought I’d just call you instead of playing text tag. What’s up?”

            “Not much. Finished my last essay today and my cousin finally sent me a bunch of those Chinese flicks we wanted to watch. There’s a monstrous pile of them on my desk right now. I was thinking we could grab some food and start making our way through them.”

            Sean crossed the street, bouncing easily along in his gym shoes. “Yeah, that sounds cool. I just got out of the gym so I’m heading home for a shower. What’d you have in mind for food?”

            “Uhh, whatever. I can do takeout or eat somewhere.”

            Sean considered for a moment. “Let’s get takeout and watch at your place?”

            “Sure. I’ll grab food and meet you back at my apartment around…six?”

            “Sounds like a plan,” Sean said. “See you in a bit.” They hung up and Sean, holding onto his phone in a fist, jogged the rest of the way home. A mile later, he bounded up the stairs to the apartment.

            Andry was already gone. His friend had returned home after lunch with Morgan with plans to have another date tonight. Sean didn’t know if the pair would end up crashing at Morgan’s apartment or back here, but if they did return here, Sean wanted to give them as much privacy as possible. On the way to his room, he peeled off the sweaty tank top he wore and pulled off his socks, hopping along on one foot as he did so. In his bedroom, he pulled off his tight yoga pants and then tossed off his briefs. Sweaty and hot, his cock and balls dangled low as he bent over to throw his clothes in the hamper.

            No longer worried about waking anyone, Sean turned on his speakers, plugging them into his laptop. He turned on his favorite “loud-bouncy-sing-dance-around-while-no-one-is-watching” playlist. Seconds later, “Hey, Soul Sister” blared through the apartment and Sean was dancing and singing (badly) his way to the bathroom. Much as he loved Andry, an empty apartment was heaven for Sean. He loved having no appointments, no obligations, nobody around to impress or worry about.

            By the time he’d finished singing to his soul sister, he was cleaned and rinsed. He toweled off and brushed his teeth to Annie Lennox’s “Wonderful,” humming along when he couldn’t sing. He considered shaving, running a hand over his harsh stubble, but decided to leave it. Sean liked the way his long, androgynous face looked with the stubble shadow across it, although he hated the idea of growing a beard and immediately shaved whenever his facial hair got long enough to give the impression he was growing one. He left the bathroom, swinging the towel in dramatic, performative swoops to the opening chords of “Somebody to Love.”

            Sean slipped into his favorite pair of jeans – dark indigo, slim, daringly low rise – without any underwear, feeling clean and not wanting to constrict his large cock in the lukewarm late summer air. He pulled a grey t-shirt over his head, knowing that it would only make his eyes appear even more silvery. Sean ruffled his hair and then let it fall wildly. He grabbed his wallet, cell, and headed down the central hall to the front door. He was halfway out when a distinctive bubbling in his lower abdomen made him groan. He stood for a moment, feeling his bowels shift around as gas bubbles moved around. Realizing that whatever it was would not wait, he closed the door and quickly dashed back inside, heading straight back into the bathroom.

            He slipped his jeans down around his thighs and took a seat on the toilet, leaning forward as another series of cramps gurgled in his lower stomach. Fuck, what did I eat to deserve this? Feeling as if at any moment the entire contents of his last several meals was about to explode from his ass, Sean squeezed down, trying to just get whatever it was out of his system. After what felt like a few more bubbles, and accompanying cramps, Sean let out a soft grunt and a long, loud fart escaped his asshole. To his surprise, gas was the only thing that came out, and a few minutes later, the cramps had subsided. He waited a little while longer to be sure, wiped his ass just in case, and then pulled on his jeans, washed his hands, and headed out.

            Wondering what could have caused the sudden cramps and gas, Sean put his feet on autopilot. Brian lived just a few blocks over, and Sean was now running a little late after spending so much time on the toilet. He reviewed his last couple meals and supposed that the burrito he’d eaten for lunch the day before with Elise might be responsible for the gas. Several apartment buildings away from Brian’s, more groans started in his stomach, and though this time they were not painful, he definitely felt the urge to let out more gas. Stopping at the front door, he lifted one leg just lightly and waited for another massive fart. Nothing happened, and the urge again subsided. Shaking his head, Sean hit the buzzer and entered the building.

            Brian’s door was open, and Sean walked in, yelling, “Hey there!”

            “Hi! Hang on one second!” Brian’s voice grew louder as he rounded the corner, carrying a large box in both hands. Seconds later the young man deposited the box, full of DVDs, on the small coffee table and leaned back, one hand going reflexively to his pregnant belly. “Hey, what’s swinging?”

            Sean flopped down on the couch, tentatively poking through the box. “Whoa, she really sent just about everything she could find, didn’t she?”

            “Yeah…” he vanished around the corner again, speaking loudly as he rummaged around in the kitchen. “My assumption is that she basically just visited every bootleg nighttime market she could find and bought everything in sight. We’ll be set on movies for a good long time.”

            “Tell me about it…holy crap.”

            Brian reemerged carrying two bags of food from their favorite Chinese takeout joint. He shrugged in Sean’s direction. “Chinese movies, Chinese food. I was just feeling it.”

            Sean laughed. “More like you just finished your third trimester and are able to eat an entire horse all by yourself.” He smiled. “You always crave Chinese when you’re pregnant.”

            Brian nodded and handed Sean the bag that contained much less food. He put his on the table and then steadied himself to take a seat. Sean extended his arm, letting his buddy grab onto it to ease down onto the couch. Brian’s belly looked enormous, especially on his thin frame. Brian emphasized the stereotype of the thin Asian boy, and although he was of perfectly average height, he was very thin. Unlike Sean, who spent a good deal of his gym time doing yoga or lifting weights, Brian loved to perform ungodly amounts of cardio. The boy could throw on sneakers, go out the front door, and just run forever. Well, not now, of course…

            Brian’s short black hair was a combination of messy ruffling and deliberate spiking, and his wide, slanted almond-shaped eyes were big dark pools above his pouty and luscious lips. He and Sean had met freshman year in Chinese class, when Sean was just learning the language and Brian was there at the request of his mother to learn how to really speak and write. Three years later, the two were good friends, closer than anyone but Sean and Andry, and, much to Brian’s continual amusement, Sean’s Chinese was much better.

            Sean admired Brian while his friend began to extract the small army of takeout containers from his bag. Light brown skin was the color of coffee with cream, and Brian’s was especially smooth. No facial hair poked out anywhere on his pretty face, and even his arms were devoid of it. His narrow hips supported his huge belly, which looked even bigger than it really was because of the contrast with the rest of him. Brian was only carrying one, but his baby orb was massive. This was the end of his third week, and starting today or tomorrow, he would enter the fourth and final week of gestation during which his belly would drop and begin changing shape to prepare for the birth.

            “Aren’t you eating?” Brian asked him around a mouthful of food.

            Sean grinned and clicked his chopsticks together, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. He swallowed cautiously, afraid what food might do to his grumbling stomach, but for the moment he felt fine. “So which one do we start with?”

            Brian shook his head. “Hell if I know. But finish eating first, I don’t want to divide my attention.”

            “Your attention?” Sean asked incredulously with a scoff.

            Brian smirked. “It takes a lot of effort to cram this much food into my tummy, and it’s hard enough to understand what they’re saying when I am paying attention.”

            “You’d think that, having done this before, you’d be used to it.” Sean poked a playful finger into Brian’s gut, noticing how the skin was taught and didn’t mush inward like a belly of fat would. Brian had carried five times before, and this was his sixth pregnancy since his spawning had begun sophomore year of college. It was pretty apparent to anyone that Brian would be a lifelong carrier. Whenever he gave birth, it was usually only a few months before he spawned again. His last pregnancy had been in June, and this one was ending at the beginning of September. Sean had noticed that the spawnings were coming closer together, too, a sure sign that Brian was a very fertile, fecund man.

            “There are some things that I’ll never get used to about being preggers,” he said. “The sheer amount of food I need to bloat myself with is one of them.” He popped an entire egg roll into his mouth, chewing it slowly and rubbing his tight belly as he swallowed. Brian usually carried singles; his last pregnancy had been twins, which was his only multiples birth to date. Up until that impregnation, Brian had dated a guy named Josh. When it to became clear that Brian was a highly frequent spawner, Josh had broken off their three year relationship. Some guys just weren’t into pregnancy. Brian did his fair share of moping all summer long, and Sean had been around for much of it. Now, as their senior year neared, Brian seemed to finally be moving on. Secretly, Sean suspected that the spawning had something to do with it. Three weeks ago Brian had spawned and thus needed sex. For the first time in three years, Josh wasn’t available, and so Brian had sought it where it was available, which at the time, had been track team practice. He had later regaled Sean with the details of how one of his straight track buddies had reluctantly agreed to impregnate him, a fucking session that had lasted all of ten minutes before the boy blew his load. It wasn’t the greatest sex ever, but it was someone besides Josh.

            “What’s Andry up to tonight?”

            “Andry has a date,” Sean said with a sophisticated nod. “The second in a row, too.”

            “Oh really? With whom?”

            Sean sucked in air. “With a giant hunk of man flesh.” He laughed and Brian looked at him quizzically. “He’s dating a frat boy who if it weren’t for his body hair, could also work as an Abercrombie model. He’s got the whole buzzed blonde hair, blue eyes, all American jock thing going on.”

            Brian smiled. “Not really Andry’s normal type, is it?”

            “Apparently he’s also smart. Doesn’t actually live in the frat house, for what that’s worth.” Sean shoveled some more rice into his mouth, noticing that Brian had already finished every last bite of every last one of his six food containers. “Anyway, this guy, Morgan, is also pregnant, and so he’s just over the moon that Andry is interested in him during the pregnancy.” He shrugged. “Seems like they get along well enough.”

            Brian rubbed his own belly, no doubt thinking of Josh as his mouth twisted into a little sneer. “Well good for Morgan.” He abruptly smiled and said, “Let’s clean up and get started on these movies. They aren’t going to watch themselves.” He put two hands on the couch behind him and started to pry his big-bellied self up. Sean gently pushed him back down.

            “You’re three weeks pregnant, I got this.”

            Brian grinned and nodded his thanks while Sean piled all the empty bags and boxes into his arms. He made his way into the kitchen around the corner and tossed the trash. He was washing off their silverware when another odd sensation hit him. It started as an itch, but when Sean shook one hand free of water and reached down to scratch, it didn’t go away. Finishing up the utensils, he spread his legs a bit, trying to give his hand more access to scratch. All at once, he felt as if there was small muscle spasm right in the middle of his taint. It wasn’t painful, but it was very distinct.

            “Hey! I gotta run to the bathroom, pick a movie and get it ready, okay?” he yelled into the living room.

            “Sure thing,” Brian yelled back. 

            Sean went down the small hallway past Brian’s bedroom and into the bathroom at the end of the hall. He was glad it was so far away from the living room, because he was sure this time that some crazy explosions were about to come out, and he didn’t need his friend hearing it. Once more, Sean perched on the toilet seat, squeezing and trying to relieve the weird feelings. Once more, nothing happened. Frustrated, Sean stood up, and that’s when he felt it.

            Standing now with his legs together, Sean had the distinct sensation of something extra between his legs. Two fingers tenderly reached down to probe, moving behind his balls, and, sure enough, Sean felt what could only be a man pussy. He grabbed the small hand mirror Brian kept lying on the sink counter and spread his legs wide, squatting down a bit. After playing around with the mirror for a moment, he found it. Equidistant between his anus and his ball sack was his birth hole. Although they served roughly the same purpose, a man pussy was quite different from a vagina. In appearance, it looked almost exactly the same as the anus, but instead of being puckered inward, it puckered outward, like a pair of tight round lips. Also, in what Sean knew was an evolutionary adaptation to preserve as much semen as possible, a man pussy was especially hairy. This new opening had sprouted its own furry patch of hair that was distinctly hairier than the rest of Sean’s already fuzzy taint. Most noticeable, however, was the fact that the man pussy was pulsating. Tiny movements, just barely visible – his new hole looked hungry.

            Sean’s cock responded to the waves of hormones now surging through his system. It was perhaps the quickest boner of his life, and he knew without trying that he’d never be able to stuff the massive erection back into his jeans. Sean was six inches soft, and always attracted envious or lustful glances in locker rooms. Hard, he was easily ten inches long, with the girth to match. Now his cock was rock hard, at full attention, and quivering with demand. He felt a hot pant of breath escape his mouth and needed to cum like he’d never cum before. Without even a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed hold of his dick and started pumping.

            Every nerve was on fire and after only about four minutes, his breathing quickened and he felt his nuts pull up into his body. One arm reached out and gripped the counter ledge while his legs tensed, pushing him onto the balls of his feet. Hunched over, muscles clenching, his cock exploded, and several thick gobs of cum splashed against the tile wall. He released his cock, breathing hard and stood for a moment, just catching his breath. He grabbed a fistful of toilet paper and wiped off the wall a couple times. Sean reached down to pull his jeans back up only to be almost hit in the face with his own cock, which was still hard. He wrapped a hand around it again and found it to be just as big. It’s not going soft at all, he thought. Seconds later, the hormones surged again and Sean knew that he was spawning for real. Son of a bitch!

            Brian knocked on the bathroom door with a concerned note in his voice. “Sean? You alright in there?”

            Damn. I need a cock in me… Brian? No, we’re friends! I need to get home and call a hookup or something… “Uhh, yeah, I just…I just don’t real feel well all of a sudden.” He stuffed his raging boner into his jeans, forcing the zipper up and pulling his shirt down over the undone button. He took a deep breath and opened the door. “Actually, I think I need to go home and lay down.” Brian raised his eyebrows with a worried look. “I think I’ll be okay,” Sean assured him, “but I just got a crazy stomach ache.”

            He felt the zipper of his tight jeans forcing itself down under the constant pressure from his cock. Sean’s erections always pointed straight up towards the sky, flat against his stomach, and forcing it down against his leg like this was not a permanent solution. He suddenly realized that Brian’s raised eyebrows and wide eyes were not out of concern, but out of shock at seeing Sean’s cock so outlined against his jeans. Trying to distract Brian’s eyes with a hand motion as he spoke, Sean felt instant relief as his anaconda cock sprang free of his jeans. They crumpled to the floor around his knees and his boner sprang free, thick, long, and angry. His head was a huge flared mushroom with precum already rolling down the vein-covered shaft.

            “Sean…?” Brian asked, not really sure what to think. Despite his confusion, though, Sean definitely noticed the attraction in his friend’s eyes.

            He sighed and felt another surge of hormones, which almost forced him to take hold of his massive cock and start pumping away again. “I’m uhh…well, I think I’m spawning.” He shrugged and tried to smile.

            “Oh,” Brian said. “Oh! Oh! Umm…what should we do?” He shook his head a little. “I mean, what do you want to do?”

            Sean groaned as he felt his balls churning summersaults in his nut sack as it swelled up ever so slightly. “I was sorta planning on just hooking up with someone when this happened. But I honestly don’t know…uhhh…fuck…if I’ll…”

            “Make it home?” Brian grinned and nodded understanding. “This has happened to me six times, remember? I know exactly how you feel.” Brian stepped closer to Sean, extending one arm and wrapping slender fingers around the quivering cock. “Come on, let me help you, Sean.”

            Feeling Brian’s finger wrap around his dick made Sean growl in the back of his throat. “I don’t want things to be weird, though.”

            Brian said, “They won’t. We can handle it.” He started stroking the shaft. “You don’t have much of a choice, anyway.”

            Realizing just how horny he was, Sean nodded and stepped closer. He pressed his mouth to Brian’s, and their tongues immediately connected, wrestling for dominance. Sean’s eager hands slipped under Brian’s shirt, feeling the tight gut beneath, rubbing in aggressive circles, finally touching the pregnant belly he had only observed so many times. His sensitive baby bump being so firmly gripped, Brian was groaning now, too, and he pulled the shirt over his head.

            The belly was huge, and Sean was in awe of it. Brian’s gut looked even bigger than Morgan’s. He was only carrying one baby, but he was already done with his third trimester, and his thin body only made the belly stand out more. In sharp contrast to Morgan’s, Brian’s belly was completely smooth, not a single hair to be seen, and his chest was similarly hairless. There wasn’t even a happy trail, and Brian had a clear view of the linea negra, the dark, discolored line that ran along the vertical meridian of the baby belly. Like most men, Brian had not stretch marks, but his skin definitely looked ready to burst. His belly button had transformed itself to an outie, and was the size of a plump cherry at the furthest point of his gut.

            “Brian…I really, really, need to get fucked right now,” Sean growled.

            “I have to admit, I’ve fantasized about being able to impregnate you for a while,” Brian whispered as they moved awkwardly into his bedroom. They stayed entwined, Sean’s hands caressing the huge belly and Brian’s lips pecking out kisses all over his face and neck. Beneath the onslaught of kisses, Sean smiled.

            “Likewise, actually. Fuck! Especially with this huge sexy belly!”

            Brian laughed a little. “Really?”

            “Fuck yes.” He planted both hands on either side of Brian’s belly and went down on his knees, sucking on the popped bellybutton. Brian started to groan loudly above him. “I’m sorry but Josh was a fucking moron. You are hotter than ever like this.” Brian laughed a bit, but it was lost in all his groaning. As much as he was enjoying making the pregnant boy moan, Sean’s pussy started to twitch more and more, demanding attention. “So how do you want to do this?” he asked Brian.

            Brian lay on his back and started pulling off his sweat pants. Sean yanked them down and exposed his naked friend before pulling off his own shirt. The two naked boys regarded one another for a moment. Sean was surprised to see such a thick, untamed bush of black, wiry pubic hair around Brian’s junk. The Asian boy was hairless almost everywhere, but here he had a very wild forest. The coarse black hair didn’t extend beyond the base of his hard cock, but it was quite long, and it made Brian’s average sized dick appear smaller than it really was. Still, being so hard, the Asian’s dick did stick out quite far, and Sean gave it a mental measurement of about six inches. Bigger than Luke’s, anyway.

            Brian said, “Damn you’re hairy!” He leaned up a bit, running fingers through Sean’s dark brown hair, touching the toned, hard muscles beneath. “I like it!” He gave Sean an impish smile. “So let’s see this pussy.” Sean turned around, exposing his ass to Brian, and got on his knees, bending over Brian’s swollen gut. His hard cock was drizzling precum all over the Asian boys big stomach, and he felt his friend’s fingers parting his ass cheeks. “That is definitely the hairiest taint I’ve ever seen in my life,” Brian said. “Especially with this baby hole.”

            Without another word, Brian’s tongue was flicking in and out of that very same hole. Sean’s dick went wild and the amount of precum dripping onto Brian’s pregnant expanse looked as if he’s already ejaculated. Brian’s tongue swirled around and around the baby hole, and every once is a while he dragged it up along Sean’s taint to flit around his anus. When both hole were practically pulsating, Brian laid his head back down.

            He slapped Sean’s ass and motioned for him to turn around. “Fuck me now?” Sean asked, and Brian nodded. The furry boy used his fingers to find his newly opened hole and positioned it above Brian’s boner. Slowly, not knowing what to expect, he lowered himself onto it. While he did so, his hands began spreading the stunning amount of precum all across Brian’s gut. The smooth, yellow-brown skin was a gleaming, wet orb, and Sean hand his fingers over the slick surface.

            Looser than an anus, the pussy slipped around Brian’s cock head, hungrily pulling it inside. Sean moaned as all the nerves there, about twice as many as an anus possessed, lit up. He slid further and further down until Brian’s belly began to move. “Ohh…fuck, no…” Brian moaned as his hands went to the sides of his gut.

            Sean, almost delirious with pleasure, stopped lowering himself. “What’s wrong?”

            Brian just lay there and moaned a little before answering. “Nothing’s wrong, especially, but my belly is dropping.” Sean regarded him with a bewildered look. “It happens to me really suddenly,” Brian said apologetically.

            Before his eyes, Brian’s massive stomach shifted, and Sean could see the outline of the baby as it moved. The head fell into position pointing downward, and its weight caused the entire belly to move. It was like some bungee cord holding the belly up had been cut, and over just a few seconds, Brian’s pregnant expanse shifted from riding up above his hips to riding down between them. Much lower now, the pregnant gut was pushing against Sean’s lower abs, and he found himself unable to lower any farther onto Brian’s dick. He put both hands on the bottom of the gut and pushed a little. The belly shifted and Sean was able to ram down onto Brian’s cock, which elicited gasps from both boys.

            “I don’t think you’ll be able to keep holding my belly up like that,” Brian said.

            Sean grinned and felt his baby hole pulsating around Brian’s cock. “Watch me, fat boy.” His biceps bulged as he held Brian’s stomach up and started to ride his dick. The heavy belly was smooth and firm beneath his hands and Brian’s own hands were splayed across it on top, moving in small circles. After several minutes, though, jolts of pleasure were shooting through Sean and his hands kept slipping on Brian’s sweat-slicked belly. Moreover, the cum was getting slippery again, and Sean couldn’t get a good grip on the huge dome. He had to let go and watched helplessly as the heavy stomach returned to its low position, forcing him off Brian’s cock until only the head could penetrate him. He rolled his eyes and said, “Shit!”

            Brian laughed. “Sorry my dick’s so small.”

            Sean shook his head. “Not at all.” He leaned far over the belly and kissed Brian. “Your dick, all six inches of it, feels amazing.” He slapped the side of the massive gut. Brian looked so tiny and helpless writhing beneath this baby bump. “But we need to do something because if I don’t satisfy this thing I don’t know what will happen.”

            Brian nodded. “Believe me, I understand.” He propped himself up on his elbows and Sean was struck by the sudden image of Brian laying in this very bed, trying to push out this giant baby. His thin Asian body would toss and turn as the dominating gut pulsed and jiggled. “I can’t do you missionary position… doggy style?” Sean nodded, just needing to get the boy’s dick back inside of him. He was on his knees before Brian could even maneuver himself into a sitting position. The first thing Sean felt was Brian’s stomach plop down on the small of his back. Riding low, the pregnant belly had all of its weight resting on Sean’s lower back. Brian laughed a little and said, “You ass and lower back hair tickles my underbelly.”

            Sean smiled, wondering briefly what would happen to all his fur during the pregnancy. Seconds later, unimpeded by his gut, Brian’s dick pushed into Sean’s new hole, all the way to the hilt. Bright spots flashed before his eyes as Brian began pumping away, hands on Sean’s hips. The Asian boy didn’t pull out, because when he did, his belly would slip down Sean’s ass, so instead Brian kept his cock buried almost to the hilt in Sean’s ass. With each thrust Sean felt Brian’s untrimmed pubic hair brush against his own furry ass cheeks.

            “Mmm…I’ve never fucked a pussy before…” Brian moaned in ecstasy. “You’re so warm…”

            Sean could only think of hot jizz flooding his hole. His own cock was slapping against his abs wildly underneath him as Brian thrust into him with abandon. It had been a long time since Brian got laid, and pregnancy hormones were taking over. Sean felt the huge belly on his back, rubbing back and forth, and he could distinctly feel the baby within shifting around.

            “Sean…you want this load in you?”

            Almost unable to speak, Sean said, “Now…now. Shoot in me! Shoot in me!”

            Brian’s grip around his hips tightened and the slender boy began ramming as far in as he could. Sean felt the heavy pregnant nut sack slapping against his own sack. Brian’s four large balls were like a pendulum as he thrust in and out. Sean’s pussy suddenly tightened, wanting sperm and wanting it now. It clamped down and Brian cried out, suddenly fucking something tighter than any anus. Without warning, Sean’s own cock exploded, sending streamers of cum all over Brian’s bed.

            Caught between his own ejaculation and the separate orgasm building in his pussy, Sean barely heard Brian cry out, “I’m cumming!” He was, however, very much aware of the enormous bucket of cum that his friend then emptied into his hole. The cum was hot and Sean could feel it spreading through whatever new canals had opened inside his body. Above him, Brian’s baby was turning cartwheels in his belly, and an occasional kick was strong enough for Sean to feel on his back. “Sean! Oh, fuck! It won’t let me stop…uhhh!” Brian panted behind him, still pushing in and out. Sean’s own cock was finally soft, and its still considerable size was now flopping wildly around between his legs while his pussy was still in the midst of orgasm. Brian’s own cock refused to shut off, and although both boys knew it was a reaction to the enzymes in Sean’s pussy trying to get as much cum as possible, they still couldn’t help but wonder when the hole would be satisfied. With one final thrust, Brian’s belly bounced and his swinging balls made contact with Sean’s own cock. A final spurt went off inside Sean’s hole and Brian collapsed on top of him.

            His cock eased out of the hole, the thick fur sliding off and wiping every last drop of cum back near the hole’s entrance. Brian rolled onto his side and Sean saw his belly tossing and turning wildly. “Oh…my…god…that…was…was…” Brian just shook his head. “Fuck, man!”

            Sean, equally out of breath, collapsed next to his friend. “I know…wow!” Between his legs, he could already feel the pussy closing up, its small protrusion no longer noticeable between his legs. He pushed a finger into the hole and was surprised as it was forced out a few seconds later by the closing passage that would later be his birth canal. Inside of him, though, Sean clearly felt Brian’s cum, still warm, spreading through his abdomen and stomach, taking root and forming a baby. “Brian, I think you just impregnated me.”

            Brian laid a hand on Sean’s furry stomach. “Can’t wait to see you bloat up with my baby, too!” They both laughed and fell into a very sound, very exhausted slumber.

This story is seriously awesome.  I sort of don't get the testicle stuff, which seems very weird to me. My guess is that the huge balls thing is erotic for you in a way it's not erotic for me, just confusing.  Assuming this is true, just keep getting your freak on, you lovely writer.

The thing as a whole seems great, in that you've written interesting characters living in an interesting world.  Keep doing that awesome work.

Chapter 10 

            Andry entered his apartment and deposited his bag on the couch. He had finally started planning ahead whenever he stayed the night at Morgan’s. He kicked off his shoes, which he had started wearing this last week when it became clear that the autumn was indeed coming early. His sandals were still out, a symbol of hope that the weather would ease up a bit, but Andry wasn’t holding his breath. Sweater weather was more or less upon them.

            “You here?” he yelled through the apartment.

            “Yep! Bathroom!”

            Andry walked into the kitchen, immediately putting water on to boil. His and Sean’s tea consumption easily tripled from its already impressive amount every winter, and the boys were well on their way to ramping up.

            “Just get back from the gym?” Andry asked.

            “Yeah, trying to get in as much yoga as I can before I get too big,” Sean replied. As was common practice for the best friends, Sean emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. “You making tea?”

            “Mhm. You want one, I assume?” His friend nodded and turned away, shaking clinging water droplets from his hair. Sean’s belly was just beginning to show, and to anyone who didn’t know any better it might look like he was just growing a slight paunch. His defined abs were gone, and his lower abdomen was starting to push outward.

            “In an odd reversal of freshman year, I can report that I am losing my hair,” Sean said with a wry smile as he turned. Andry immediately noticed the thinning body hair. For the last few years Sean had been covered in a thick brown fur from his neck down to his ankles. His saving grace was a completely hair-free back, except of course for the curly bush at the very lowest point of his back, but that was just an extension of his butt fur. Now, however, Sean’s torso was about as hairy as Andry’s, a drastic change. Instead of being furry, Sean could now be described as just slightly hairy. His pale skin and freckles were clearly visible beneath his hair for the first time since freshman year.

            “I wonder how much you’ll lose…” Andry mused.

            “Well you’ve seen Brian shirtless as much as I have. He’s almost completely smooth. Even his pubic hair is very isolated. It only grows around his cock, not on his thighs or anything.”

            Andry dropped a tea bag into each empty mug. “Is Josh the one who impregnated him, by the way?”

            “Nope. Guy from the track team.” Sean dropped down onto a chair. Andry noticed that sitting down made his tiny belly poke out more. “And this guy was, apparently, about as hairy as you, which means that pregnancy might have made Brian grow more hair.” Sean ran a hand over his torso, pausing for a moment at his burgeoning belly. “I guess that if Brian’s seed really has an effect on me I’ll be as hairless as him soon.” His face took on an expression that showed he was unsure how to feel about it.

            Andry laughed at his friend and poured steaming water into their mugs. He grabbed the drinks and put one on the table before Sean and then sat down across from him. “So…how have things been between you and Brian?”

            His friend considered a moment. “Pretty good, actually. No residual weirdness. Most of the credit goes to Brian. He’s been through spawning six times before, so he understood that I really needed a fuck.”

            Andry asked, “Are you two gonna do it again?”

            “As it turns out… yes. We’re supposed to hang out this afternoon and go through some more movies. I think we’re both pretty clear that at some point we will be satisfying each other’s pregnant cravings.”

            Andry smiled. Sean hadn’t taken a steady boyfriend since sophomore year. Sometimes he would date a guy a couple of times, but it never clicked for him. He was friendly and usually remained on good terms with all his hookups, but a steady boyfriend was something else entirely. “So where’s this leading, then?”

            The brunette bit his lip and frowned a little. “I’m pretty sure that we both understand this isn’t anything serious. We like being friends too much to screw it up. But since we’re both pregnant and horny…” he trailed off with a shrug.

            “Fair enough.”

            Sean took a sip of tea and asked, “So how’s Morgan?”

            “Oh, fine.” Andry tried his own tea and grinned. “Big as a fucking house.”

            “He finished his third trimester, right?”

            “Yeah he did!” They both chuckled a little. “Full term twins are enormous. And this morning his belly fell. It’s like…as full and heavy as it looked before, now it’s even more so. It just hangs down so far, like the skin could burst open at any minute.” He shook his head appreciatively.

            “Well I told you that Brian’s fell while he was impregnating me, right?”

            “Seriously?”

            “Yeah, I was riding him and when it fell, I couldn’t get all the way onto his dick. We had to switch positions completely.”

            “Morgan had a frat thing around lunchtime, so I didn’t have time to properly explore his newly fallen belly…” Andry smiled contentedly. “But he’ll be over tonight.”

            Sean laughed. “Of course he will be. The only question left is when you’re going to spawn, mister.”

            Andry shook his head. “I’m perfectly okay being slender and slim around all you ballooning beauties.”

            Sean stood up and took a large swig of tea. “I gotta stop over at Luke’s before I go to Brian’s.”

            “You say it like he has his own place,” Andry said.

            “Okay, so I have to stop at Luke’s dorm. I told him I’d let him use my old textbook from calculus.”

            “You’re such a giver, Sean.” His friend threw a mocking snarl in his direction. “Of course, I imagine that young Luke is eagerly anticipating your arrival…”

            Sean grinned for real this time. “You know, I already jerked off twice today. Once when I woke up and once just now in the shower, but I can tell you that if that pregnant freshman makes a move on me, I will energetically reciprocate.”

            “And still have enough left for the inevitable fuck at Brian’s?”

            Sean leaned backwards, trying to make his tiny baby bump look bigger. “This thing is like a sex battery!”

            Sean left to get dressed and Andry meandered into his bedroom. Not having anything to do for a few weeks was definitely nice, but it sometimes left him wondering how to occupy his time. Andry liked to read, but he’d be doing enough of that once the fall quarter started up again. And unlike Sean, his sex drive was not superhuman, so occupying himself with constant masturbation, while appealing, wasn’t really an option. Especially not when he was saving it for Morgan. He lay down on his bed and thought of the blonde hunk, now heavily, heavily pregnant, and, before he could stop himself, Andy was dozing off.

            When he awoke, it was already almost dark. He groggily rubbed his eyes and felt around for his cell phone. When he didn’t find it, he stumbled out of his room and made for the bathroom to empty his screaming bladder. After a very long, very relieving piss, Andry went into the kitchen. He picked his cell off the counter to see a missed call from Morgan. Crap! He redialed and waited for the pregnant jock to answer while he rinsed out the now-cold tea from his mug.

            “Hey, you,” Morgan answered.

            “Hey, sorry about not calling you this afternoon. I laid down for, like, three seconds and then it was all over. I completely blacked out until just now.”

            Morgan laughed on the other end. “No prob. No prob. I didn’t finish with the frat stuff until later than I thought I would, anyway.”

            Andry turned off the water. “So do you still feel up to coming over?”

            “Oh yeah, definitely,” Morgan said, and Andry could almost see the grin on his face. “Should I just head over now?”

            “Umm…yeah. What about dinner? I assume that baby belly of your will be demanding attention soon.”

            “You know me too well.” He paused and thought for a moment. Andry flopped onto the couch and yawned. “Should I just pick something up on the way over?”

            “If it’s not a problem, yeah.”

            “Sure thing. I’ll be over in about a half hour?”

            “Great. See you soon.” Andry hung up and stretched. He jumped off of the couch and sauntered into his room, looking in the mirror. His nap had only given his shaggy black hair that extra rumpled look, and he didn’t even need to play with it. Swishing his tongue around his mouth and tasting the bitter, groggy aftereffects of green tea plus a nap, he decided that one thing he did need to do was brush his teeth.

            After, he emerged into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. He paused, unsure of whether or not Morgan was bringing drinks. He put the cups back into the cabinet and grabbed some silverware from a drawer. Again, he paused and wondered if the utensils were necessary. Shrugging and giving up, Andry closed the drawer and sat down to wait with his laptop, browsing a couple blogs and news headlines. When he was thoroughly engrossed in an article about a recent archeological dig that revealed several interesting tidbits about life in the early Byzantine Empire, Andry’s phone went off.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, it’s me. I’m outside. I buzzed you twice but you didn’t hear it,” Morgan said.

            Andry jumped up. “Oh! Shit, I’m sorry! I was reading and didn’t even hear it.” He pushed the button on the wall and through the phone heard Morgan opening the door. The boys hung up simultaneously and a few minutes later, Morgan walked through the door.

            He was huffing and puffing, and Andry stepped forward immediately to take the bags of food and his backpack containing clothes and whatever else he’d brought. Now finished with his third trimester and done growing, Morgan’s pregnancy was enormous, and three flights of stairs was no easy feat. What’s more, since his belly had dropped, the babies were riding down between his hips, and the jock had finally developed the characteristic pregnant waddle, which only made stairs even more difficult. Morgan gratefully handed over the bags and made a beeline for the couch, falling down and letting out a loud sigh.

            “Ughh! I’m so fat!” he yelled comically.

            Andry smiled and put the bags down for a moment. He approached the huge jock and knelt down on the floor in front of him. He put both hands on Morgan’s vast stomach and leaned in, kissing him lightly. He playfully nibbled the blonde’s bottom lip and then planted a flurry of kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. He lifted Morgan’s shirt, exposing just the bottom of the pregnant tummy, and planted several more kisses there. It was as firm and furry as ever, but now the globe was directly between his legs, as opposed to resting above them. Morgan couldn’t possibly sit down without his legs being pried wide open by his twin-filled gut.

            “I haven’t even tried putting on jeans since I dropped,” he said, gesturing to the extra-large sweatpants he now wore. They were ridiculously loose around his legs, but clung almost painfully to his ass and crotch. Now that his belly was riding so low, whenever Morgan sat, his massive ball sack was forced out of its normal position between his legs by the belly. Instead, the outline of the enormous balls was clearly visible pushed out even further, resting on the couch in front of the belly. “And the whole time I was walking here I had to keep holding my pants up. I can’t get them over my hips, so they keep slipping down.”

            Andry said, “Is it any consolation that I find your big pregnant self irresistible?”

            Morgan grinned and pulled Andry up, kissing him again. “Yeah, it is.”

            “So should we go to the kitchen?”

            Morgan groaned and rubbed his big belly. “Can we just stay here?” He laughed and added, “I’m already sitting.”

            Loving how simultaneously adorable and sexy Morgan looked massaging his bloated gut, Andry smiled and nodded, proceeding to put all the food onto the coffee table. Morgan had ordered Thai food, and there were at least ten large containers full of food, fifteen if one counted all the smaller containers full of side dishes. He set down a pair of chopsticks in front of Morgan and then sat down beside the huge frat boy, shaking his head.

            “I know you’re eating for three, but this seems like overkill.” Morgan grinned again and Andry marveled at how his strong jaw line was still so clear. The frat boy hadn’t put on weight almost anywhere other than his belly during the pregnancy. Well, that and his ass, which was now a pair of gigantic, plump hills.

            They dug-in and Andry watched with amazement as Morgan just kept eating and eating. Thick muscled arms reached for container after container of food. Andry finished one large dish and leaned back, feeling his stomach struggling to contain all the food. Morgan, however, was still going strong. The pregnant jock rarely took a break, stopping only to occasionally comment on whatever Andry was talking about or to answer a question. He also had several window-shakingly loud burps. When he finally slowed down, Morgan leaned back on the couch with both hands rubbing great, slow circles on the sides of his stomach.

            “Fuuuuck…I’m full.”

            “Ya’ think so?” Andry asked. “You easily just downed ten pounds of Thai food.”

            “Believe me, I can tell,” Morgan said with a smile. Andry glanced down and saw that his belly was now unable to be contained by the shirt. The extra food had given him a bloat that, on a non-carrying man, would produce a bloated belly. On Morgan, it only made his already strained stomach protrude even further. Everything from the belly button on down was now exposed, slowly heaving up and down.

            Andry cleaned all the empty containers while Morgan pried himself off of the couch to go pee. Even over the running water in the kitchen sink, Andry could hear the powerful stream of piss. He had no idea how Morgan managed to pee standing up with such a fat belly in the way. Then again, he thought of how much trouble the jock went through just sitting down and decided that standing was perhaps the lesser of two evils.

            “How about some tea to settle your stomach after all that food?”

            Morgan reentered the kitchen. “Sounds great, thanks.” He walked over to Andry, hips shifting inelegantly from side to side. Andry was delighted to find that he had already removed his shirt, probably judging it to be too constricting. Morgan’s vast belly was exposed. Andry couldn’t even think of a good comparison. Ever since it had fallen, Morgan’s belly had changed shape, going from a great sphere sticking directly outward to a huge oval instead. It still protruded farther than Andry would’ve thought possible, but the gut also extended sideways now. From behind, Morgan’s belly was now visible on both sides of him.

            “Why are you so nice?” Morgan asked as he came up behind Andry. He pushed against his back with the baby belly and reached around with his arms. Morgan’s gut prevented him from even coming close to encircling Andry in a hug, but he was just able to wrap his big, athletic hands around the smaller boy’s waist.

            “Mmm…because I’m trying to butter you up for sex,” Andry said with an impish grin as he turned in Morgan’s grip to face the blonde. They both laughed. Neither of them would deny that sex – hot and enjoyable sex – was a big part of their current relationship. But both would also admit that they were quite fond of each other.

            Pushed against Morgan’s big belly, Andry could feel his cock stiffening quickly. Morgan’s chest was proudly displayed, too, and Andry was surprised by how much it had changed in the jock’s third trimester. Males never actually breastfed their babies, they couldn’t produce enough milk. Nevertheless, pregnancy hormones did cause some development in a man’s chest area. Growing full breasts like a woman was unheard of, but slightly bloated pectorals and darker, enlarged nipples were common. In men carrying multiples, the hormones often got so intense that a man’s breasts could, indeed, produce milk, although not in large amounts. Morgan’s firmly muscled pecs were still very much masculine, especially with his thick platinum hair, but the nipples were huge and dark, and just the slightest bit saggy. The first night he and Morgan had fucked, the nipples were the size of silver dollars. Now, they looked to be roughly equal in size to small saucers, and were so dark that they were completely visible beneath his thick fur.

            “I don’t mean to make this a habit or anything, but let’s skip the tea and go to bed,” Morgan suggested.

            Andry feigned shock. “It’s only eight o’clock!”

            “Then we’ll have plenty of time to clean up and do it again later.”

            Andry quickly extinguished the flame on the stove and followed Morgan into his bedroom. The boys wasted no time and were naked in seconds, standing in the darkness groping and kissing. Andry wanted to touch as much bare skin as possible, and although Morgan’s stomach prevented them from embracing straight on, Andry was able to stand on the blonde’s side, one arm around his back and the other caressing the huge ball gut. His hand rubbed back and forth all the way down the huge stomach until it reached Morgan’s engorged cock, hard and firm, and poking directly against his underbelly.

            “So, my fat frat boy…” Andry purred into his partner’s ear. “What would you like to do about this?” He could see Morgan’s eyes closed, relishing the hot breath on his neck.

            “Well, I have a man pussy that recently opened up and I vaguely recall it being a pretty sensitive hole…”

            Andry grinned in the darkness and the two boys were soon sprawling on the bed. They lay side-by-side, with Andry’s body spooning Morgan’s. One of Andry’s hands firmly grasped the belly while the other reached between the jock’s muscular legs to start pressing against his birth hole. Like an anus but more puckered and external, the hole was very hairy, and Andry could feel the thing almost twitching as he pushed a finger against it. Seconds later he flipped a finger inside and Morgan let out a gasp of hot breath.

            Morgan reached behind and took Andry’s own hand in his own, forcing the finger deeper inside, moving in and out with a quick rhythm. He then extended a second finger on Andry’s hand and plunged it inside of his new hole along with the first. With two fingers fully inserted into Morgan, Andry began to wiggle them back and forth, feeling the warm, very moist interior. Soft and tight like an anus, the birth hole was definitely wetter, and after several more minutes of pumping with his fingers, Andry’s whole hand was slicked with sweat and what felt like precum. He rolled Morgan onto his back and brought the hand to his own face, smelling then licking the juices there. To his surprise it was, indeed, precum.

            “Your birth hole makes cum?”

            Morgan nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I discovered that myself this afternoon. Pretty crazy, huh? I guess all these extra balls gotta let off their product somewhere.” Shaking his head in amazement, Andry dove between Morgan’s legs. He put the blonde’s thighs on his shoulders and hefted his body, quickly stuffing a pillow under his lower back. He then took Morgan’s huge hanging nut sack in both hands and started massaging it, tugging and gently squeezing. Holding the ball sack aside with one hand, Andry brought his face directly before the puckered birth hole. Morgan’s underbelly sagged above him, rubbing against his forehead, but Andry pushed forward until his tongue was flitting in and out of the birth hole. It smelled of Morgan’s manly jock sweat, and soon the furry hole was soaked in a combination of cum and saliva.

            Andry’s own cock was fully free of his foreskin, and all thick eight inches of it were smashing against the sheets. He removed the pillow from beneath Morgan and was about to move when the muscular frat boy’s hand wrapped around his thigh. Morgan pulled him closer and closer, until Andry’s dripping cock was positioned directly before Morgan’s face. The pregnant boy went to work, the deepest recesses of his throat opening up and engulfing his cock. Andry moaned and grabbed Morgan’s head with both hands. The jock was propped up on his elbows, and while Andry felt the short, buzzed hair beneath his fingers, he felt the longer, plusher hair on Morgan’s belly brushing against his ass. Morgan’s tongue swirled around his head, and started to slide around the upper edge of his foreskin. Andry’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

            “Andry,” Morgan’s voice was husky with raw sexual energy. He looked down at the blonde and saw him licking his lips. “Andry, fuck me.” When Andry moved without hesitation back between Morgan’s legs, the latter added, “But do it in a different position. Two fully grown babies pushing down on me is not exactly comfortable.”

            Andry playfully tipped Morgan over sideways by pushing his belly. It was apparent that this position wouldn’t work either, as it would require Morgan to keep one leg raised for Andry to penetrate him. “Hmm…I don’t suppose doggy style is viable?”

            Morgan considered and then shook his head. “Belly’s too big.” He bit his bottom lip. “Unless…” He shuffled to the edge of the bed and gestured for Andry to help him stand. Cock still sticking straight up, Andry rose and gave the boy a hand. Morgan led him out of the bedroom and into the living room. Morgan started grabbing pillows and cushions, and soon he had created a small mountain of fluff.

            “Uhh…”

            “Watch,” Morgan told him with a flashing smile. The pregnant boy slowly and ponderously climbed onto the pillow mountain. He lay down carefully as Andry approached him. “There,” Morgan said contentedly. “Perfect.”

            Andry smiled and nodded. Morgan had arranged the assorted cushions and pillows so that they formed two towers, one for his chest and one for his thighs. His massive stomach hung down between the two pillars. His lower back was saved from strain by his belly touching down on the couch beneath him. Andry paused a while to admire the way Morgan’s globe was still visible beneath him on either side. More attention grabbing was the plump, protruding ass, which now pointed straight into the air. He moved closer and spread the hairy cheeks, revealing the tight anus and, a few inches beneath it, the still-twitching birth hole.

            “Get in me,” Morgan said, and Andry could hear the smile on his, face, despite the impatience. He playfully smacked the blonde, furry ass, watching the excess baby fat there jiggle and bounce. “Hey! If I weren’t heavily pregnant, I’d get up and wrestle you to the ground, you punk.”

            “Oh yeah? For doing what? This?” He smacked the ass again and grabbed each cheek with his hands, squeezing and pushing them together. Morgan was groaning softly in pleasure and in one smooth move, Andry dug his fingers into the bubble butt, pried the cheeks far apart, and plunged his eight inches straight into Morgan’s birth hole.

            “Uhhnnn…yeah!”

            “Fuck yes!”

            He was nearly squatting above the blonde ass, legs straddling the pillow pile supporting Morgan’s thighs. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, Andry could raise and lower himself just enough to ram his dick in and out, like a plunger. He planted his hands on Morgan’s broad shoulders, which were plenty strong and solid to allow him to brace himself.

            Morgan’s birth hole was noticeably wet, and Andry was amazed by how it was simultaneously similar and dissimilar to an anus. Tight, warm, and squeezing, the man pussy was different, too. It produced its own cum, which Andry could very clearly feel squishing around inside of Morgan. It was slicker than an anus, too. The thick fur around the hole, made for catching and containing semen to aid in impregnation, tickled Andry’s sensitive, uncut cock whenever he withdrew and pushed back in. Looking down he could see the forest of blonde fur sliding along his shaft and then grasping at his red, engorged head.

            Beneath him, Morgan was rolling his head back in pleasure, hot and heavy pants echoing in the back of his throat. “That’s so good. That’s so, so good,” he cried out. His athletic shoulders and back bunched up beneath Andry’s hands as he tensed his arms every time Andry plunged downward. The sides of his belly were pushing outward, and Andry could tell from his bird’s eye vantage point that the babies were wide awake.

            “Deeper, Andry.” He tried sticking his dick as far in as possible, squatting down with all his weight, but the simple truth was that Morgan’s fat butt kept getting in the way. Andry couldn’t completely hilt his cock. Sensing the problem Morgan said, “Just lay on me. With all your weight.”

            A slight frown crossed his face. “But that’ll put all my weight on your belly…I don’t wanna squish the babies…”

            “You won’t, trust me,” Morgan replied. He turned his head as far as he was able and pearly white teeth grinned upward. Andry bent down to lock lips with him and then put his full weight onto his back. He moved his legs from their wide squatting position and instead just laid out over Morgan like a blanket. As soon as his feet left the ground and the blonde was supporting both their weight, Andry’s eyes widened is surprise. He knew Morgan was strong. Even with the baby belly and the excess weight Morgan was athletic and beautifully sculpted. But when he saw bulging arms and shoulders, popping thighs and glutes, he was amazed. Morgan, even with a gut full of twins, was still strong enough to hold himself and Andry up without crushing his babies. Either that or he just wants it that badly. These pregnancy hormones grant all kinds of superpowers!

            Confident that Morgan could take it, Andry’s arms snaked down to the belly below. Sure enough, the twins were restless, kicking and prodding their carrier at every angle. He could no longer see it, but Andry kept his hands plastered to the heaving belly beneath Morgan. At this angle, his cock had no choice but to drive into Morgan’s birth hole. Andry’s balls hung down on Morgan’s furry cheeks and his dick was crammed into the pussy almost parallel to their outstretched bodies. The position was heaven for both of them. Morgan was being opened up at an incredible angle with a thick eight-inch penis, and Andry was buried so far inside that he could not pull out more than a few centimeters. He felt his cock plough through the warm, tight cavity inside Morgan’s hole, pressing the walls of the hole wider and wider as he moved. He didn’t know how he was moving so much without pulling out.

            Beneath him, Morgan had begun his characteristic grunting. Andry reveled in the sound, loving the idea that this fat pregnant frat boy was huffing and puffing away because of him. The grunting was growing louder and more forceful, and Andry could feel sweat slicking between he and Morgan. He was pressed completely flat against the frat boy, teeth biting into his neck and shoulders. Morgan was obviously working hard to keep them both from pushing down on his gut, and every muscle on the blonde’s body was straining and popping.

            Soon, Morgan’s grunts were so close together that he was practically growling. Andry felt the belly start to contract beneath his hands. Since entering the third trimester, Morgan’s belly had begun to contract durning sex, bulging outwards just a few centimeters and hardening, as if his abdominal muscles suddenly reappeared and formed a tight shell around the babies.

            “I’m…so…close…” Morgan grunted out.

            “You wanna shoot, fat boy? Huh?”

            “Ughhh! Yeah…yeah…keep your cock buried in my hole…yeah!”

            Andry grabbed Morgan’s belly tight and pulled himself down, feeling his cock head slip into a new tight cavity. Keeping himself anchored with Morgan’s baby gut, his cock head broke into this new space and smashed against something hard. He had hit Morgan’s cervix, the plug made of biological matter and nerve endings that kept the babies locked up tight. Morgan’s voice spiked and with a savage grunt, his belly hardened beyond what Andry would’ve thought possible.

            Andry could actually hear the first spurt of Morgan’s cum splatter against the couch. The belly continued to pulse outward and Morgan’s hips started to grind lower and lower. Andry felt himself growing close, and as Morgan continued to cum, his man pussy tightened around Andry, purposefully trying to suck all the cum out of him. Unable to hold back any longer, he reared up and started slamming in and out of Morgan, no longer caring if he was putting too much pressure on the pregnant ball beneath him. Andry let out a couple growls of his own, recklessly shoving his painfully hard dick into Morgan’s pussy.

            Two huge babies pushing down on his prostate along with the orgasm now raging through his birth hole had Morgan bucking like a stallion, huffing and grunting as he raised his hips to try and get Andry deeper inside of him. With a final enormous bellow of ecstasy, Morgan reared up onto his knees, sending pillows toppling. Andry shifted with him, never withdrawing from the gripping, hairy birth hole. He was on his knees behind Morgan, both hands around the quaking belly, shoving in and out as hard as possible. Morgan’s cock continued to erupt, hot cum rocketing all over his globular stomach and Andry’s splayed hands. Inside him, Andry finally released his load. His own cum squirted and mixed with Morgan’s own pussy cum, and he kept thrusting until every last drop was emptied from his nuts.

            Without a single care for the unbelievable amount of cum splattered across his hairy belly, Morgan collapsed onto the mess of cushions before him. Andry followed, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Both boys were soaked from sweat, and Morgan was drenched with jizz, too. The babies had not calmed down yet, and Morgan kept both hands on his belly, trying to comfort them.

            “Fuck…every kick…is like a…small stimulation…” he panted. “It hurts, but it almost makes me hard again…”

            Andry smiled and shook his head. “That was incredible. You’re so fucking strong! I can’t believe you held us all up! And that you came for such a long time!”

            “I had good inspiration.”

            They both laughed and Andry sat up, staring at the mess around them. “Well. One thing’s for sure. I definitely have to find a way to clean this up before Sean gets home tomorrow.” He shook his head and an idiotic grin spread across his face. “I can’t get over how hot that was!”

            Morgan said, “Easily the hottest and best orgasm of my life.” He swirled cum around his furry belly button. “And the messiest. Help me up? Let’s take a shower.”

            “Only if you agree to stand there and let me wash that gorgeous body.”

            “Deal.”