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I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my theater script, the words blurring in front of me. My roommate, Connor, was doing his usual post-workout routine, flexing and grunting in front of the mirror. "Hey, Parker," he called, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone that never failed to send shivers down my spine. "Catch."

Before I could react, something landed on my desk with a soft thud. I looked down and my eyes widened in shock. It was one of Connor's jockstraps, still damp with his sweat.

I turned to Connor, my face burning with embarrassment and anger. "What the hell, Connor?" I spluttered. "Why would you do that?"

Connor just smirked, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. "Thought you could use some motivation to finish your play," he said casually. "And maybe a little reminder of what a real man smells like."

I could feel my cheeks burning even more as I tentatively lifted the jockstrap to my nose, inhaling deeply. Connor's musk hit me like a sledgehammer, strong and intoxicating. My head spun and I felt a jolt of arousal course through me, my cock twitching in my pants.

"Jesus, Connor," I muttered, my voice shaky. "You reek."

Connor chuckled, his tone teasing. "Oh, I know you love it, Parker," he said, taking a step closer to me. "You've always been a little too interested in my workouts and my... scent." He emphasized the last word, his smirk growing wider.

I felt a surge of anger and arousal mix in my body, my mind clouded by Connor’s potent musk. "Fuck you, Connor," I snapped, my tone more petulant than angry. "I don't want your... smell."

Connor just laughed, the sound rich and deep. "Sure you don't, Parker," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you can't seem to stop sniffing my jockstrap."

I realized then that I had been absentmindedly sniffing the jockstrap the entire time, each inhale making me more and more lightheaded. The smell of Connor's sweat and musk was overwhelming, but instead of making me gag, it only made me harder and hornier.

My cock was straining against the fabric of my jeans, aching for release. I glanced down and saw that a wet spot had formed, the outline of my erection clearly visible. I quickly dropped the jockstrap, my face flaming with embarrassment.

Connor noticed immediately, his smirk growing into a predatory grin. "Looks like someone enjoyed my gift," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "But that's nothing compared to what's coming next." He took another step closer to me, his imposing frame towering over my smaller, more slender one.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Connor didn't answer with words. Instead, he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, pulling me in for a rough, possessive kiss. His lips were soft yet demanding, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a force that left me breathless.

I tried to pull away, but Connor's grip on my neck was relentless. He deepened the kiss even further, his other hand coming up to cup my chin, effectively trapping me in his embrace. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his aggressive kiss.

Connor pulled back slightly, his lips swollen and red from our heated kiss. "You're mine now, Parker," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "That jockstrap was just the beginning. " " You are mine now, Parker," he declared, his tone commanding and possessive.

I was still lost in the dizzying effects of his musk, my brain foggy and my body aching for more. The feeling intensified when he pushed me down onto my desk, my scripts and notes scattering in all directions.

Without a word, Connor grabbed the back of my head and guided it towards his armpit, burying my nose in the ripe, sweaty hollow. The overwhelming stench hit me like a tidal wave, making me groan in pleasure. Connor's masculine scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and something undeniably primal.

I inhaled deeply, the world around me fading away as I became lost in Connor's powerful aroma. It was as if his scent had seeped into my very being, clouding my thoughts and overwhelming my senses. All I could think about was the heady smell of Connor's armpit, the salty tang of his sweat and the maddeningly addictive musk of his skin.

I licked and kissed his armpit, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and the rough texture of his skin. Connor groaned in approval, the sound sending a fresh surge of desire straight to my aching cock. "That's it, Parker," he growled, his voice rough and edged with lust. "Taste me. Worship me."'''

I complied eagerly, my entire being focused on worshipping Connor's masculine scent and the hot, sweaty expanse of his armpit. I licked and kissed every inch, savoring the taste and the feel of him. Each touch, each taste only fueled my growing arousal, the relentless fog of his musk pushing me further and further into a state of mindless bliss.

Connor's grip on my neck tightened as he pushed my head further into his armpit, his other hand trailing down my body until it reached the wet spot on my jeans. He squeezed my erection roughly, making me gasp against his skin. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "You like being controlled. Owned."

I could only moan in response, the pleasure and pain of his touch sending sparks of ecstasy through my body. I was completely under his spell, his musk and dominant presence erasing any coherent thought from my mind. All that existed was Connor and the all-consuming need to please him.

He pulled me away from his armpit, my mouth leaving the warm, salty skin with a soft pop. I whimpered at the loss, my entire being craving more of him. But before I could process anything, he roughly pushed me to my knees, my face now level with the bulge in his tight, sweat-soaked workout shorts.

I could see the outline of his thick cock straining against the fabric, and the musky smell of his crotch hit me like a punch to the gut. My hunger for him, for his scent and his touch, was overwhelming – a desperate, almost painful need that clouded my senses and made me ache with desire.

Connor's voice jerked me back to reality. "You know what to do, Parker," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Make me cum."

I didn't need to be told twice. I eagerly reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down to free his throbbing erection. His cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum. Without hesitation, I leaned in and took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Connor let out a guttural groan, his hands coming up to grip my head, controlling the pace of my movements. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, each pass of my lips and tongue eliciting a louder groan from him. I could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, the musky sweetness intoxicating and addictive.

The intensity of the musk took over my senses, clouding my mind and pushing me further into a state of primal desire. All I could think about was Connor – his taste, his scent, his control over me. It was as if his musk had become a drug, an all-consuming addiction that I couldn't escape from.

Connor's movements grew faster and more erratic, his grunts and groans filling the air. I could tell he was close, the tension in his body and the urgency of his thrusts a telltale sign. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper into my mouth and swirling my tongue around him with more force.

And then it happened. With a loud, guttural shout, Connor came hard, his hot, salty seed shooting straight down my throat. The taste of him was overwhelming, the musky sweetness of his cum making my head spin. I eagerly swallowed every last drop, my own cock straining against the confines of my jeans.

Connor pulled me up roughly, his lips crashing onto mine in a rough, possessive kiss. His taste, the mix of his own musk and his sweet cum, was intoxicating. Our kiss was a wild frenzy of lust and hunger, the remnants of his powerful orgasm still lingering on our intertwined tongues.

When he finally pulled back, his hazel eyes were dark with desire. "You're mine now, Parker," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Completely and utterly mine."

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I finally came to, unblinking but definitely conscious, looking face up at a whole lot of ass.

Wait… My ass..?

“Whassup, Donovan?” I heard my deep voice say. My body scratched its head right before it turned around to face me, noticeably hard as a rock.

“What a trip, huh?” My body continued with a cheeky chuckle, said with the same perky cadence as my roommate, Jiao.

Fucking Jiao, I knew it! He’s always been into freaky shit and always ogled at me. Always with the homo shit, too… He orders shit online like money meant nothing to him, and… sure, I’ll admit that I’ve taken one or two things from his boxes when they’ve arrived in the mail, but only because I’m sure with his family money he wouldn’t be missing a lot. And so what? His designer clothes looked better on me anyways, especially how they hugged my frame due to his much smaller size. I thought that’s what the box on the coffee table contained when I opened it up this morning… some more of his hundred dollar clothing to add to my growing collection… but apparently not. I can only remember opening the box and… my fingers barely grazing whatever it was that was inside… and then nothing. Apparently, something much stranger was going on. I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t move my lips, I couldn’t do anything. I was fucking paralyzed.

“Weird, huh?” He continued as I blasted through hundreds of obscenities and insults, each of them blazing through my head with red-hot fury but none of them able to come out of my mouth. “For a first-time transference? It’s… Whoo, boy, it’s a doozy. Feeling stiff? Feeling confused? It’s natural, don’t worry. But… Jesus, FUCK boy, your bod is fuckin’ TIGHT!” He said, shaking out my large arm muscles and reaching down to pick me up with a giggle.

He picked me up with incredible ease, as if I weighed nothing at all. I felt my fingers curl around me snugly, turning me over this way and that in the palm of my hand. What in the fuck was going on?? Why was I fitting around in his hand like a doll??

“Let’s take you on a little tour, hmm?” He grinned down at me. He hummed in my booming baritone as we walked towards the hallway to our rooms. Jiao stopped in front of the door to his own room and turned the handle. “And behind door number one…”

He opened the door to reveal his own body… Was it sleeping? Entranced? It certainly wasn’t moving, same stiff-as-a-board, lifeless state as I was currently in.

“Look familiar? I’ll just keep hanging out there until you and I are done here. But now… Ready to see the big reveal?” He grinned back down at me with that same knowing, dickish smirk. He walked towards his bathroom and I could see the reflection of my body walk into the mirror with that tall, glidy strut Jiao always had, but I couldn’t see my own reflection. Looking closely, I could see that he was holding.. some kind of action figure in his hand? Or was it a toy? But with that pink, pearlescent silicone, it looked like it could only be—

OH MY GOD.

“Love this new look of yours, by the way,” Jiao laughed out with a deep boom as he wiggled around the shiny, pink dildo between his fingers. As he wiggled, my vision went to and fro with the wiggle of the dildo. That FUCKING FAIRY turned me into one of his dildos!!

“Don’t worry though, babe, you’ll get back this sweet deliciousness,” he cooed, running a hand down my firm, hard-earned physique. ‘Babe,’ I hated when he called me that. “But first… we have a lot to do together.” He brought me up face-level to him, my own face staring back at me with giant-sized proportions.

“Oh man, you and I are about to get so much closer,” a slurred with a horny grin. He brought me closer to my own face and kissed around me with my soft, pillowy lips. After a few more kisses around the entirety of my new form, he paused for a moment but then rolled my massive tongue out to guide me into his mouth. I could see and feel the dark, warm, wet, fleshiness of the inside of my mouth around my body as he welcomed the top part of my new form into his mouth. He pulled me out with a strong exhale, a giant webby trail of his saliva tracing his mouth to me. He stared at me with this carnal, drunken look in his eyes—my eyes. Like a lion looking at meat.

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought, knowing if my eyes could roll they would.

“Oh fuck,” Jiao repeated hoarsely as if he heard me, fishing my rigid, fat cock out of my briefs, tugging it greedily and intensely as he opened his mouth wide open, plunging me deep into his throat.

As I felt the slick expanse of my new form slide deeply in and out of the fleshy, dark cavern of his mouth, I could feel a whirlwind of sensations. I felt his tongue lap hungrily around my form. I felt the vacuum-like suction of his mouth and throat pull my slightly stretchy form longer and thinner as I felt more of myself slide down his throat. I felt the booming vibrations of his ecstatic moans pulse through me.

He mouth-fucked himself with me for a while until he seemed to be getting close. At which point, he quickly pulled me out of his mouth and lowered me down to his crotch. There, he placed my new form right next to my body’s shaft—a hot, thick, veiny shaft, if I say so myself, though I’d never thought I’d be this close to it—and began to pump me and his shaft together with two hands. With a few more moaning, piston-like tugs, I came face to face with my own giant-sized cock head erupting a pressurized geyser of jizz into the air, spraying out in thick, spurting ropes and dousing the bathroom mirror with noisy splats. His hips seized with jerking thrusts as the last of it seeped out of him, with much of the residual creamy remains coating the entire side of my new form up against his shaft.

With heaving breaths of air, he lifted me up higher again until I was face level with him, widening his mouth open and extending his tongue out, bringing all of me into his mouth one last time with a final greedy suck. He tightened his lips around me as he pulled me out, making sure to ingest every little drop of spooge that found its way onto my body.

��Fuck you taste good,” he smiled with more heaving pants. “Well, not you you, that just tastes like silicone and chemicals… but your baby batter? Dude, I could bottle it up and chug it.” He winked as he pulled my briefs up over my deflating tool.

“Good thing I got that out of the way, too, it’ll make me last much longer,” he reasoned as he stepped out of the bathroom and out of the door towards my own bedroom. “Oh yeah, don’t think this is all over, gotta make back all that money you stole from me over the years. I couldn’t think of a better way!”

He walked into the bedroom and slapped me down onto the low dresser I kept in my room with the suction cup on the base of my form. As I waggled lazily in my upright position, I saw him saunter over to my desktop, waking up my monitor and finding his way online.

I could see over his—my—bulging shoulders that he’d made an OnlyFans account… but using my pics, my likeness, my name, my everything. He’d been planning this for a while, that conniving fucker… He opened the webcam, went live on the account, hit record, and gave a little welcoming speech to his new subscribers. As he talked, I could see him flexing different parts of my body, flaunting my muscles. He lied over and over again about his gym routine and his favorite muscle groups to work, flashing peeks and flexes for his eager fans. Watching him, pretending like he was me, like this was the real me doing something so flashy, so revealing… it made my blood boil.

“Why don’t I just give you people what you came for?” He finally interjected during the middle of his welcome. He slowly lowered the briefs he was wearing, and slowly, eventually revealed my thick cock and balls—still slick and shiny with our session not 5 minutes earlier—to the rest of the world, swinging them around and playing with him like they were his. Standing naked in front of the camera, he did little poses with soft groans between flexes, working my body like he’d always been in it. I could see the firm contours of my ass from my vantage point and wished more than anything that I could do something about my situation.

“Pretty fuckin’ big, right?” He asked the camera, swinging my pre-leaking rod. Goddamn it, I hated him. “But I wanna play with something else today.”

He went off camera for a second, slipping quickly into his room before he came back with a bottle of something. I watched him pound the bottle into my palm, my chest jiggling with the motion, as he opened the cap and squirted something into his palm. He walked over to me and lifted me off the dresser, my suction cup loudly detaching from the wood top. He ran his other hand up and down my form, and I could feel the slick, sticky, jelly-like substance in his hand lather me up from top to bottom. Of course, he squirted a little more and spread his cheeks for the camera, I’m assuming to surround his hole with some lube too, and crawled on top of my bed.

He groaned as he positioned himself downward, extending my firm, round ass into the air, resting on my thick thighs, and looked into the camera with a sly, sexy grin.

“I hope you guys like this as much as I do!”

He lifted me up behind him until I was head-on with my own spread cheeks, my ass hair looking lubed-up and sort of welcoming from this angle. Well, I suppose there wasn’t any fighting it at this point.

He pressed me against my own hole, and I could feel the tight muscles around the rim and the warm walls of my ass surrounding me. Finally, he exhaled and my hole widened enough for him to plunge me in, immediately feeling the tight, moist walls inside my hole surrounding me.

Last thing I remember as I swung in a piston motion in and out of my own virgin hole was the loud, ecstatic, mumbled moans of my own body from outside, relishing every second.

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Isaac

I couldn’t help it, when Susie stood up to give a her speech, my eyes were just drawn to her bulging belly, that she occasionally cradled as she addressed the table. It looked so heavy on her. Throughout our childhood, by sister had been slim and athletic, preferring to run to any occasion rather than walk. I couldn’t imagine her even approaching a running pace with her body as it is: drooping with her husband’s growing seed.

Her husband, Zeus, is why we’re here. I know - Zeus? what the fuck were his parents thinking. I zoned back into my sisters words as my eyes drifted over to him.

“Zeus is just the best man anyone could hope for-” Suzie spoke.

The first thing you notice about Zeus is that he matches his name. To put it another way: he looks Godly. He and my sister had met at Police Training, and-

“although we’ve only know eachother for… seven months” my sister continued.

Zeus had got her in the sack the first night of the training camp, and fucked a baby into her: he had gone on to graduate, she had gone on to swell up with his brood. I mean she seems happy-

“Zeus, we love you with all our hearts” she motioned to her belly, “ and we look forward to our future together. Happy Birthday!”

Zeus eyes were fixed on my sister’s belly, as a grin spread across his bearded face.

The assembled table cheered, and we broke into Happy Birthday to You. Zeus moved to stand beside my swollen sister. One hand, he cradled her ass, the other he gestured wide.

“Thanks Momma, and cheers friends and family for coming” he said, “ I know that some of you have travelled far” he locked eyes with me, “and some of you have travelled hard”.

Shivers went down me. His eyes were like lightning. I know. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but my dick tented my light pants slightly, and I readjusted, just in case someone looked down at my lap.

“I’m excited to welcome this little guy into the world in the next few weeks, and make his family bigger.” 

Zeus’ mates at the table gave manly woops and hollars. I looked at my parents. Dad was smiling along, but Dad is deaf. My mum had a look on her face like a child refusing brocolli ‘cause it’s yucky’. I gotta say, picturing this guy fucking my sister didn’t exactly calm the hard on in my pants.

Finally, the speeches over, everyone returned to their seats, and the drinking begain in earnest.

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I had just downed my fourth, when I decided to totter my way to the bathroom. I nearly knocked a waiter to the ground, but I managed to get there. It was a small bathroom: two cubicles, two urinals and a sink.

The door, I discovered, was thin, because I could hear every word of my very sober sister’s conversation with her slightly drunk Zeus. I stood at the urinal, dick in hand, not even peeing, just listening. 

“Common, you’re the one that’s got me horny: you gotta deal with it”

“No Zeus, I don’t.” Suzie retorted. There was a moment’s tense silence. “You really embarrassed me back there. First you buy me these clothes that are so revealing, it’s like my tits are on full display, and then talking about fucking me in front of my family: it’s not just your mates out there!”

“Mommy,” Zeus slurred, “ Your parents know that we’re fucking and continue to fuck”. I pictured Zeus caressing her belly as he said that.

“I gave you a wonderful speech, and then you made it sound like all I’m good for is to fuck and grow your babies. I don’t think you’ve even called my by my name all night and -”

Zeus cut in, his tone changing to something more intense: “I knew it was a mistake bringing you out. Should have kept you naked in the house-”

The door to the bathroom swung open as he left the conversation. I tried very hard to make it seem like I was peeing, but nothing would come out. I was to aware of Zeus’ presence.

“Oh, it’s you,” He addressed me like some kind of dirt, “Your sister is some piece of work.” He took the urinal next to me.

I laughed, “Yes she is!” a bit too excitedly as he pulled his dick out.

Eyes drift… and.. well.. he was semi erect, and while his dick wasn’t very long, it was fucking thick: the barrel like shape of a beer can.

To my horror, and still not peeing, my dick was growing more erect in my hands and… well… eye’s drift.

Zeus stated, “You’re little cock’s getting hard, mate”

The was a pause.

“You like my cock don’t you”

I managed to find some words. “It’s pretty impressive”

“Tell you what, seen as it’s my birthday, you can suck me off. Get on your knees.”

His authoritative tone, my drunkenness, and his drunkenness, and our horniess combined to equal the fact that within five seconds I was licking his cock head.

“Nice mouth boy”

He was thick, and i struggled to fit his salty hot mushroom head into my mouth. A hand went to the back of my head, and Zeus applied some force, his cock sinking further into my mouth, my lips stretching wider to the point that the corners of my mouth hurt ever so slightly. 

“Breath through your nose, Boy”, Zeus encouraged. I don’t know why he called me “Boy”. I was younger than my sister, but only by a few minutes. 

I didn’t have much time to push the issue, because the next moment, he forced my head into his wiry pubes, his balls slapping into my chin as he hilted out. I closed my eyes. My face ached: my lips stretched wide, sealing around his cock. I could feel the tip of his dick down my throat: a heavy weight on my adams apple. Then he started to thrust in and out. I could feel the veiny ridges of his member, nudging against my mouth and throat. 

THen he froze. His dick in my mouth. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him, wide eyed. He appeared to be judging me. 

“Fuck it!” he said, “ your sisters in a huff, so I might as well have you.

He pulled his dick from me, and i went in for a kiss. His beard was scratchy. Zeus pointed to a cubicle “get in there and drop them pants”. 

I know. I know it’s my sister’s man, but I was drunk and… well it just felt good and he was hot. I went into the cubicle, dropping my shorts and underwear, and bent over, to brace myself against the wall. I heard Zeus lock the cubicle behind him, and… there was a rustling as he fumbled with something. And a muttering: “If your sister ain’t gonna learn her place, I’m gonna make doubly sure with you”

His hand came around to my mouth, his fingers inside, I assumed he wanted my to lube up his hand with my mouth so I sucked on them. That’s when i noticed the three distinct pills he had put into my mouth at the same time. He clamped his saliva covered hand over my mouth.

“Swallow” I held out a bit, but eventually I just wanted the fucking to start, so I swallowed. He sank a finger inside my ass, lubricated by my own saliva. His finger fucking was as rough as fucking my face. He pounded in and out, a mand of no half measures, and gave me no break before advancing to two and then three fingers plunging in and out of my ass. I sighed in delight as he massaged by protest, my cock now fully erect. 

He removed the fingers, “Gonna hurt a bit, Isaac”

He pulled his fingers free, and then rested his cockhead on my boy pussy. It was thick, and he applied more and more force, my ass slowly and gradually loosing it’s abilty to resist, till he popped inside me. I gasped. And then, he started to fuck me. It wasn’t romantic. It was like being mounted by a bull who’s only aim is to unload. He held my hips firmly, plunging his thick cock into me over and over, forcing my ass wide, powering past any ounce of resistance my body offered to his invading dick, His balls slapped against it and. I loved it. Loved the sense of being used, like some kind of fuck object. It was delightful. There was no kissing, just fucking and fucking and -

We heard the door to the bathrooms open, and Zeus paused, up to the balls in my ass. 

“Isaac?” It was my father. My fucking father. “You in here?”

I could either say something, and risk him waiting til I left the stall, or I could say nothing and risk further interrogation.

Zeus, however, took the decision out of my hands. “Yes Mr Carroll. Isaac is in here”.

There was silence. In the pause i became aware of a change inside me. Zeus’d cock was getting hotter, despite not thrusting: maybe he was just going to cum. 

“Zeus? You joker!” My dad exclaimed, and then there was a tinkling as he made use of the urinal.

Inside me, Zeus’ cock burst with hot liquid inside my guts. At first, i was sad because I thought that might be the end of our fuck, but the liquid just kept coming, not shot after shot like cum, but a continual stream. I could feel is building up inside me, the pressure, attempting to escape but trapped in my my Zeus’ thick dick.

I gave a stiffled groan. Zeus was pissing inside me.

“You alright in there? A hard one?”

Zeus played the part. My belly ached as he continued to piss inside me, the pressure in my abdomen building with each second. My button up shirt was growing tight. I used one hand to undo them.

“Nah, easy one, but putting up a bit of resistance” Zeus responded.

“Good luck!” my dad cried, finally leaving the bathrooms.

“Your pissing in me!” I challenged Zeus.

“Yeah.” He said non-nonchalantly. But the pissing had stopped and his dick was still hard, he thrust in and out, but now my belly rolled with each thrust, as his cock caused waves in the piss that was bulging my gut. It was the most turnd on I’ve ever been, and my dick started spurting jizz with each of his thrusts. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure, and  Zeus joined me as his pace quickened, and I felt his dick swell, slightly larger still, inside me. He groaned, and this time I felt each pulse of jizz rocket through his thick rod, and out into my body. It was mind-blowing. He pushed in deep and stayed there, while shot after shot sank into my guts. 

“You’re a way better fuck than your sister. I was saving this for her later, but because you’ve been such a good boy.”

I felt something pushing at my ass, beside his cock: cool silicone. I cried out as my ass was pushed wider and wider to accomodate both his cock, and the new object. Then he slowly pulled his dick from me, till the only thing inside me was the object.

“Good boy.” Zeus encouraged me, tussling my hair, “See you back at the table”.

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I wobbled my way back to the table, my belly, swollen with Zeus’ jizz and piss was gravid and delicate in front of me. I felt like a balloon ready to pop. He had slid a butt plug into me as his parting gift, and this kept his juices sealed inside me. I was worried to release it in the bathroom because it would definitely make a mess: I’ve resolved to empty myself once we get home.

Also… I kind of like the unusually fullness, and the tightness of my shirt around my gut: the taught buttons. I proceed, carefully back to the table. This time, the waiter, looking at my size, reconsiders his route, and moves around me. He noticed me.

People had shuffled seats, and I took the empty one beside my dad.

“You all right?” Dad asked me.

I cradled my swollen gut as I lowered myself to the chair, pushing the butt plug in firmer. 

“Yeah,” I replied, “I’m a good boy”.

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TWO MONTHS LATER.

Mum, Dad, Zeus and I were waiting. Hospital beeps and murmurs filled the Birthing Ward. The occasional scream of labour reaching our ears. Zeus sat on one side, the rest of us sat on the other. 

Zeus looked at me with his hungry, beautiful eyes.

“You’re looking good boy” he said.

“Thanks.” I said. I’d put on a few pounds since Zeus and I had seen each other on his birthday. He had stretched my body, and it seemed like now my genetics thought thats how I should be. Each day my gut was a little rounder. 

“Interesting Posters” Zeus said, motioning to the walls. They were decorated with a broad range of pregnancy and family planning advice. Zeus, however, was pointing to a specific one. 

“The Promise” it advertised pills that promised to give you a child for each one that you swallowed before sex. It dawned on me. 

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I declared, and left the room, aware of Zeus following me.

The bathroom was empty. I turned to him. “Did you-”

He laid a finger to my lips, and lifted my shirt over my head. “Let’s see how Mommy is going, eh?”

He massaged my pecs, which had softened along with the rest of my body, and brushed my nipples, which burnt with sensitivity. He lowered his lips to them and I gasped at the stimulation. He slid his hands down my body, feeling my swollen abdomen, a grin colouring his face. 

“Look at them go” he said, “what a good Mommy”.

He pulled me in against him, his cockpressing against my belly, and slipped a hand down my pants, his fingers cupping my ass and - he wiggled it. The Butt plug that he had gifted me. I wore it all the time now. My ass hasn’t been the same since he fucked me, and it helped me feel more in control. He kissed me.

The door opened behind me. Zeus froze, as he slipped a finger into me.

“Hi Mr Carroll”

I could only imagine the shock my father experience seeing his only son, fat, and with another man’s finger buried in his ass. Let alone the fact Zeus had fucked a baby into Suzie, and was fucking me while she gave birth in the room next door.

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The video call connected, and my phone screen was full of a table of men, and my parents, at a bar. I re-adjusted the camera, not wanting the people to see how stark naked I was: my pecs are looking pretty hefty nowadays as they produce enough milk for the triplets, and one was currently having a snack. 

“Hi Everyone! I yelled through the camera.”

“Hi Momma!” Zeus greeted me, his beautiful face fulling the screen. 

“I’ve told everyone that you have some words you’d like to share to celebrate my birthday!” he encouraged.

“Yes!” I said, as the baby drank from my breast. I didn’t own many clothes anymore except an apron for the kitchen. Clothes get in the way of feeding and fucking… and of growing.

“It’s been just a year since Zeus and I conceived our triplets. And it’s been such a whirlwind of a year for me. Quitting my job and becoming a full time Mom has been a wild transition, and I love it. I love my man, Zeus, who we are here to celebrate, and love what he has done to my body. I am forever his. Happy Birthday Zeus!”

There was a cheer from the table.

“One more thing,” I said to the screen, “Just give me a moment. Mum and Dad, close your eyes”.

I put down the baby, my nipple still dribbling a bit of milk. I positioned the camera on the kitchen bench: unfortunately, the only way I could place it, you could see my full body, naked. I picked up the packet. I showed the box to the camera: “The Promise”. 

Then I popped five of the pills into my hand and swallowed them down. Zeus was grinning. 

“Hurry home, Zeus.”

I looked at the stunned table for a moment. Mum and Dad had both opened their eyes, and watched me down the five tablets. Their faces of shock as they came to terms with the number of grandchildren they would have in nine months was priceless.

The triplets started to cry in the other room, and my body responded, with a flush of heat to my nipples, which flowed milk down my front for all to see.

“Gotta go now! Bye, enjoy the party,” I cried.

I hung up. I had done it. I moved to the triplets crib, and looked down on them as my body streamed milk. I was going to be full again, and beautiful with Zeus’ children. My dick hardened, and my ass itched for the return of Zeus’ cock to our house. I was his.

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Love, Victor | S02E04 - The Sex Cabin

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