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Enlisting

I ooked over at my bedside clock: 8.00PM. It was time. I’d told my parents that I was going to get an early night before the big game tomorrow, to cover the unusually early retreat to my room. I squashed some pillows into the sheets in a vague approximation of my sleeping self, and crept across the room. There’s a tell tale squeaky spot in the floor, which I did a massive step to over take. My heart pounded with excitement as I lifted the window, gently, as high as it would go: only 20 inches high, but more than enough for me to slide my body through. I stepped through, and onto the soft mulch of the garden. I slinked across the backyard, and hauled myself over the fence, where Carl’s Mum’s silver people mover was waiting. His Mum was cool. Then again, most parents are cool compared to mine.

James was leaning against the people mover, vaping, as I approached. A month ago he had been the scrawny git of our group, but now that’s changed. He’s still the same git, but the army supplements had taken effect swiftly: he’d more than tripled his body weight, and was now more ripped than any fucking jock you’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted to join the army since I was a little boy, watching the massive hulking men marching down the street. I always thought that one day I’d be that strong, and that powerful, but Dad refused. You need to be at least 20 to join the army, unless you have parent approval, and then you can join at 18.

All the other boys in my friend group were already in the army, but here I was, six months into being 18 and my father still refused to give permission.

“Evening, Guv,” James called.

He was wearing a spaghetti strap workout singlet, his bulging muscles and pecs rippling underneath it.

“Evening Fucktard,” I greeted him, “did you get it?”

With a flourish, he produced a passport from behind his back. I flipped to the picture page. There was a mugshot of my pretty face, and beside it a Date if Birth age which added an extra 3 years. I grinned.

“Sweet.”

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The trip to the recruitment office was quick, but fucking annoying: James, Carl and Owen spent the whole time talking about how huge their cocks had grown on the first few weeks of supplements. Owen claimed he had been measuring, and his has doubled in size and weight: he had get his mum to buy him a special jockstrap to keep it supported. I had chosen to sit in the back beside James, which was uncomfortable because, due to his new size, he was a chronic man-spreader.

We arrived just in time for my 8.30 appointment with the officer.

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The facility has their process down to a fine art: within five minutes of entering the office, I was lying naked on a bed with the officer looking down at me. He was huge, and I could see his massive dick clearly through his fatigues.

“You’re an impressive specimen boy, and I know that you’d be a brilliant recruit, but you’re too young.”

“What?” I feigned surprise, “I’m 21 though?”

“No you’re not. Your fucking 18. But the army is always looking for volunteers, and you seem keen as shit to join, so I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You can join our new catering devision, as a volunteer. You’ll be stationed here for the next 9 months, and then you’ll be rolled out as we need you.”

I was dumbfounded. This was beyond what I’d been hoping for: they had caught me, yet they still fucking wanted me. No one ever gets to join the army without permission! And even if I started in catering, I could move to fighting duties later.

“YES!” I exploded, “I’LL DO IT!!”

“Great. Wait there.” He said. He left the room, and returned with a case.

He pulled out of the case an egg-like object, about the size of a rock melon. He massaged it between his hands, it was clearly squishy, but held its form. It was white.

“This is the hormonal insert, it’s the only invasive part of the process. I’ll need you to stand up, and bend over the bed”

I did so.

“You’ll feel a growing pressure, as the widest part enters, but it’s lubricated material, so you should be all good.”

I then felt the cold rubbery plastic of the egg against my ass, my hole parted easily for it, which surprised me considering how nervy I was. The pressure grew for a moment, and then I felt a quick release as the entirety of the object slipped into my body. I groaned as the stretching pressure subsided, the object gliding past my prostate.

“You can put your clothes on now. You’ll undergo some changes over the next few weeks and months, but we’ll book in your next appointment for 9 months time. My advice is go with the flow, you’ll know what your body needs.”

Then he left the room. It was done, I had officially joined the ranks of the army: I felt fucking elated as I put my gear back on. ‘Fuck you, Dad!’ I thought. I noticed that my abs were protruding around my belly button as the hormonal device settled in my gut. I had a little pot belly that distended my t-shirt.

James, Carl and Owen were fucking amazed when I told them what had happened, and showed off the bulge of my gut. Carl gave it a jiggle, and I felt my cock stiffen as the implant rubbed against my prostate again.

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By the time I got back to my house, it was dark out. I hauled myself over the fence, being careful not to place too much pressure on my belly. Creeping through the yard, I approached my open window. I attempted to slide through, but the gap that had been easy to get through before was now unmanageable, and no matter how I contorted myself, I couldn’t get my form through the gap. Shit.

Thankfully, the front door was unlocked, and everyone else appeared to be asleep. Burning with joy and anticipation I slid into bed, and cradled my gut, excited for my future with the army.

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I thought that my belly would’ve gone back to my normal six-pack over night, but when I woke and inspected myself in the bathroom mirror I was surprised that my belly seemed to have settled more. Where previously the bulge had looked odd and distended, now it pushed my gut out to overhang my waistband. I was wearing just my silky boxer-shorts. Usually I’d just go down to breakfast in them…

Fuck it. If I wore anything else, it’d arouse suspicion. I’ll just see what he says. It might not even be that noticeable.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, Dad looked me up and down.

“The fuck happened to you?”

I had no fucking idea what to say.

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“You’re fucking fat, you stupid shit”

He stood up, and strode towards me: “Stand with your back against the wall.”

Then he touched my gut with his large, rough hands. I felt electricity shoot through me as he pushed it, testing the firmness. He stepped away.

“Fucksakes kid, you were meant to be the fucking star player today. I;m not putting you on the fucking field with you looking like this. You wouldn’t even fit into the uni-”

He was looking at my crotch. With sudden horror I realised that my dick was tenting the silken boxers.

“Get the fuck out of my sight. Find your own way to the game, or don’t, I don’t give a shit.”

With that, my father left the house. The perks of having a father that’s a coach is that you constantly feel like you can never live up to his expectation. It felt good to not be living up to his expectations in any way. I had joined the fucking army, and I didn’t need his fucking help in that.

I called James. He picked up.

“Morning, Guv”.

“Morning Fucktard, I need a ride to the game.”

“So coach saw it?” He asked.

“Yep.”

“He know you’re in the army now?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll be over in 5, just picking up Owen.”

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They were quicker than I thought, and it wasn’t long before I heard James’ favourite knock on the door.

“Open up, Princess”

Still half dressed, wearing a loose shirt and underwear, I unlocked the door.

“Come in Fucktard, I’ll just get my gear bag.”

I ran back upstairs, found my shorts, and then turned to see James standing in the door way, his eyes focused on me. He drew a deep breath through his nose.

“You smell fucking amazing”

“You smell like shit.” I retorted.

“I want to fuck you.”

I was in shock. “Um… I’m not gay ma-”

Then I smelt him. I’d smelt James hundreds of times before, but he never smelt like this. It was fucking delicious, I wanted to be close to him, to smell him to-

He crossed the room, his massive figure casting a shadow over me. He picked me up off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. The shorts fell from my grasp. I could feel his monster cock, hard underneath his shorts. I placed my hands on his muscled pecs, as he pressed me into a deep kiss, and lay me down on the bed, face up.

James was fucking sexy. I was ridiculously turned on by his broad muscular frame, holding my small body. He pulled out of the kiss and looked down on me, a hungry look in his eyes.

“You’re fucking beautiful” he said, gazing at me. He pulled my underwear off me, one hand holding me in place by the belly, the other running the underwear off my feet. My cock sprang freee of the underwear. He

Having stripped me, he dropped his shorts to his knees, taking his throbbing cock in hand, he wanked himself off for a quick moment, before taking my feet and placing them on his shoulders. He sucked on his index finger, and massaged my hole with his slick finger, I groaned, as he slipped it past my sphincter. He finger fucked me for a while, while I writhed in ecstasy. He moved to two fingers, and with joy I felt my hole dilating to accomodate him. Fuck this felt good. I wanted more though I wanted him to-

“Fuck me, please fuck me James.” He pulled his fingers free from him, and spat on his hand. I heard squelching as he lived his cock. Then he rested his cockhead on my ass. I placed my small hand on his solid abdomen.

He gave me one last smile “Open up Princess.” I started to laugh, but was cut short by him sinking his massive cock into my ass. I screamed as he hilted out, his balls slapping against my ass. He fucked me roughly, forcing my body to accommodate his engorged cock. My dick spurted cum, as my prostate was compacted by his huge rod.

I relaxed to him, and soon he slowed some of his toughness. I could feel each exquisite thrust as he sank into me, forcing me wide around his dick. I’d never felt like this before. It was like an out of body experience as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me. I don’t know how long it was, till I felt his cock swell slightly, his cockhead plugging up my ass, and then he came in me. His warm jizz burst into my body, and I felt it flowering, filling my guts with heat, and warmth and duty. I loved it.

He pulled out of me, and fell onto the bed beside me, the weight of his frame rocking the bed. Then I heard footsteps. I looked to the door. It was Owen:

“I was wondering what was taking you so long.”

James snores beside me.

Owen sniffed the room, and looked at me: “Get on all fours”

I turned, hurriedly, and felt some of James’ jizz leaking out of my battered hole. Owen didn’t waste anytime. He sank his dick into my shopping boypussy, James’ cum acting as our lubricant, he fucked me till he emptied his balls into my guts. His swimmers joining James’ in my heavy womb.

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We arrived at the stadium an hour before the game. That might sound early to you, but to my Dad it’s not. Luckily, he wasn’t in there, just the rest of team, getting ready for the game.

Owen and James walked ahead of me. I could hear them getting friendly greetings. Then I entered, puffing slightly, in my athletic shorts, and a baggy jumper. Someone chucked me my playing shirt. I was exhausted from my fucking, and the game hadn’t even started.

I went over to the benches, and peeled off the jumper. I wasn’t wearing anything under it. As I lifted it, my cum-filled belly expanded out, like a beer belly, it flopped over the waistband of my shorts. Shit. The others hand the noticed my swollen size, and I chucked the playing shirt over my head, hoping to get it on before anyone noticed my newfound size. I managed to pull it down and over my gut, but it was designed to be skin tight, and boy was it tight.

“Holy shit man!” Carl yelled from across the room. I looked up. He was pointing at me. The rest of the locker room turned to look at me. He crosses the room: “You’re fucking huge man!?”

He slapped my belly. The pressure was too much: my sphincters were working overtime to contain Owen and Jame’s jizz, but that slap broke the camel’s back. I yelped as there was a squelch. I felt hot liquid dripping down my leg.

The room froze. I heard them inhale. I saw a hunger enter their eyes. Fuck.

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It was halftime before I managed to lift my well fucked body from off the locker room floor. Every single man on the team had emptied their load into my ass. The extra weight that came with my body retaining it was extreme. I pushed myself off the floor, and wobbled to my clothes. I managed to put on a my shorts. The back of which were slick with the cum that had exploded from me. I looked around. I moved to the mirror. I looked like my same athletic self, except for my huge, bulging and drooping gut. It’s sides were covered in stretch marks. I shook the belly, hearing the team’s jizz sloshing. My dick was hard.

I was looking fucking perfect. So full, and beautiful, and bare.

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subbykitten-bottomprince · 3 days ago

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Bessie, used to be Jessie

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I’m stoked to be a part of Alpha Beta. Its the biggest swimmers fraternity on campus, all male, and is known for rowdy parties. Both Dale and I were really surprised that they had even taken us in: usually the frat doesn’t touch first years, electing to pick their crew from people that made it to second year and were likely to hang around. Some of the greatest Olympic swimmers had been through AB, and they all attributed their success to the solid character they developed here. It was a 30 strong frat, and Dale and I were the only freshmen to be brought in.

We’re from the same High School, Dale and I and had often competed against one another in swimming meets. We’re both well over six foot, Dale has more impressive body though: last time I saw him at a meet he had an eight pack, while I only had a six. We’ve enjoyed friendly and fierce competition throughout our high school years. Our families are friends too, that’s why his parents are dropping us both off at Alpha Beta for the first day: my Mom and Dad are at work, but they said they’ll come visit at the end of the first week.

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Beach Bodies

My nephew is a cunt. There’s not many ways of putting it. His an utter asshole. His parents didn’t quite describe the full extent of his cuntery when the asked me to allow him to board in my house while at university.

My house is right in the waterfront, on a certain wealthy beach in Australia. In summer, our front lawn (the sand) is littered with beautiful men and women going about their beautiful business.

I don’t work, I never had to, after I found a certain gift. 10 years ago I found it, in a second hand store: a wishing box. It’s a simple process: write down a wish and pop it in the box. It doesn’t work with anything too big, and you only get one wish a day, but through it’s power I was able to get this home and a massive property portfolio, then I put it away and lived as normal. I followed the spiderman philosophy “With great power comes great responsibility.”

My wishing box has sat unused for the best part of 9 years. Until today.

Today, my 19 year old newphew, Dean (the cunt I mentioned earlier) was skiving off uni by gaming on the couch. It was hot, so he was in his underwear, which wasn’t unusual. The main reason he wanted to live with me is because he is one of those “beautiful people” who would litter the beach out front. His life is mostly at the gym, and it shows in how his studies have slipped while his gains have... gained. He’s ripped.

Me? I’m the Dad bod opposite. Anyway, we were longing on the couches when there was a knock at the door. I went to answer it. It was a young girl, about Deans age, with a swollen belly and huge tits. I immediately turned “Dean, it’s for you.”

What ensued was my newphew being a dick. He said that “bitches like you deserve to be loaded with babies young, it’s not like you’re going to do anything with your life anyway”, he also insisted that “you should be thanking me, or whoever put their jizz in you because now you have a reason to live. Plus, your tits look great.”

When she tried to interject into his monologue rant, Dean shut her down with “Don’t interrupt a man when he’s speaking girl, it’s such a turn off.”

She insisted it was his, he denied it, she asked for a paternity test, he denied it. She left crying. It was awful.

It wasn’t my place to discipline him. He was an adult. I didn’t encourage him when he ranted to me later, I didn’t care: it’s his life to ruin.

But it was awful, and he deserved to be taught a fucking lesson. So that night, I got down the wishing box while Dean gamed downstairs, and wrote a wish. As I descended the stairs I hear a groan from Dean.

Entering the lounge, he had dropped his controller, his character walking into a wall. He was cradling his chest, which had expanded at my request. In place of his once well defined pecs, he was struggling to contain his fresh double D sized tits.

“Shit, what the fuck is happening to me uncle?”

I didn’t know what to say. So I pretended like his new development was perfectly normal, despite the comical nature that his muscular frame was now supporting huge perky tits. He was shocked as I said: “What do you mean?”

“These!” He said showing me his impressive cleavage.

“Yeah man, I get it: you’ve got a great chest”

He stood, crossing to the mirror. “This is not fucking right. I’m going to the doctor tomorrow. Shit”

That night, as the clock clicked over to midnight I made another wish, this time that “No one except Dean and his family will see his changes as odd.”

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Day 3

Deans visit to the doctor didn’t get the shock reaction he had been expecting. Instead of being revered as a medical marvel he returned home with a sports bra that the doctor had suggested he use.

I was saving my wish for today till his mates came around a bit later, I really wanted my nephew to fucking squirm. I was chilling in the lounge with Dean, we were both naked expect for underwear and his new bra. Josh and Sam entered with a slab of beers. It was funny to see them attempting to chat to Dean, their eyes always slipping downwards to his massive tits. You could see his nipples clearly through the fabric of his bra.

The boys started to share stories of their latest sexual conquests when I excused myself it make the wish. I was interested to see how this one would unfold: “I wish that Dean will not interrupt Men while they speak, because it is such a turn off”.

When I entered the room again, Josh and Sam were in the middle of agreeing on what aged pussy makes the best fuck. Dean however was sitting quietly, and was subtly leaning forward to reveal more of his cleavage to his two friends.

The wording of my wish was evidently making him more focused on how he could turn in his friends.

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Day 4

Josh and Sam both stayed the night, in Deans room. I went to bed earlier than them, but when I came downstairs I found Deans one and only bra flung over the couch.

When the boys came down for breakfast I noticed something was different. They were all slightly more... physical with one another. Sams hand lingered on Deans shoulder for a bit too long. I know, it’s weird, but I kind of felt a little. Well. A little jealous.

All three of them gulped down their breakfasts and headed to our home gym. I was looking forward to this next wish, and the gym would be a great place for it to take effect, curious to see what it would look like: the precise wording if used was “birthing hips”.

Dean was on the treadmill when it kicked in. I was on the excercyle and the other two were doing weights. Dean wore compression gear at the gym, and it was cute to see his new tits bouncing in his bra. I watched as his body changed. His conpression gear stretching outwards as his hips enlarged. I hadn’t expected it too, but his ass also swelled, ballooning out to balance his tits. He slowed his speed as he felt the pants growing tight.

Sam and Josh turned as a ripping sound echoed in the small room: Deans hips rapidly widening and ass filling out. He struggled free of the pants which were quickly becoming a prison. The boys’ jaws dropped as they took in their friends new feminine form. Sam went up to him, from behind:

“You alright man?” He reaches out his hands, resting them on my nephews naked hips. I could see his cock tenting his shorts.

“Yeah bro, I just-“

Sams hand had fallen to grope my nephews ass when I interjected.

“Sam, Josh, I think you guys better go. He doesn’t seem so flash.”

They were young guys, and packed up quick, leaving Dean and I in the gym. Dean was standing there, naked except for his workout bra. He looked up at me.

“The fuck is happening to me uncle?”

I walked towards him, taking in his beautiful hips and his generous tits. His thigh gap was generous.

I smiled, “You look fucking amazing kid, the gym is doing you wonders”.

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Day 8

Dean and I were out, walking along the beach. Our bodies contrasted each other harshly. My dad bod, dressed in a polo and shorts, compared to his huge tits, curves and all.

The last few days had been eventful. I’d made a number of wishes. The first being that Dean would live wearing bikinis and nothing else, the second that he craves the male gaze, and the third was that he’d thank men for their jizz. As we walked, all the guys we passed checked him out, clearly confused by this hot girl who had the most noticeable bulge of a dick under her bikini. Dean was fucking loving it, his tits nearly fully exposed and his hips fluidly rocking.

That morning I’d heard him thanking Sam and Josh as he came down the stairs, a clear sign he was embracing his new body. The next two days however held the biggest wishes. Tonight, I was going to give him a cunt, tomorrow, he was going to want to fill that cunt with as much cock and cum as he could. I’d arranged a party for him.

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I made the wish at 5.45, the part was due to start at 6. No sooner did I place it in the box than the door to my room flew open. It was Dean.

“I want you to breed me Uncle”

He dropped his bikini bottoms, his nipples stood erect. I’d been fucking waiting for this. I flipped him into the bed, and went to work eating him out. His pussy was so fucking sweet, and he was so wet, in seconds he was begging for my cock. Laying him down on the bed, I held his tits in place while I directed my cock into his eager cunt. We sighed together as I penetrated him, my barecock jilting our in his tight pussy. I kept fucking him.

Sam and Josh has arrived early to the party and opened the door to my room where I was fucking their best friend. They didn’t ask any questions, quickly stripping down. Sam slid his cock into Deans mouth, wetting his thick cock while playing with Deans tits. We then changed position. Sam lay down first, Dean day on his cock, sliding him in easily, and then I inserted my dick beside his. Deans pussy stretched comfortably to allow us both entry. Josh meanwhile took hold of Deans face and forced him into his dick. My nephew groaned, so full of dick.

I shot my load first, forcing my cock deep into him, Sam wasn’t far behind, and as we both pulled our dicks from Dean, Josh jumped down to insert his cock into Deans jizz-filled pussy.

After that night, Dean grew quickly. In a month, his whore of a body was holding a womb full of triplets. We had him attend multiple fuck parties throughout his first pregnancy. He loved every moment of it, his body craving more cock and jizz no matter how swollen his womb.

When his milk came in was fucking amazing, over the course of a week his double Ds increased to one and a half their normal size. His nipples dropped milk. We opened up a fuck and milk shake bar. All the guys in the neighbourhood knew about my baby filled Neice and her tits for hire.

It was a week out from her first due date when she told me that she didn’t want to give birth. She wanted to stay swollen like this forever. I kissed her gently, while Sam fucked her from behind.

“Don’t worry girl, you won’t be without a belly for long. We’re going to try for quads next time”

She orgasmed at the thought, and I slid my cock into her throat to halt the conversation for the rest of the session. I heard her mumble a “Thank you”, which meant that Sam was probably jizzing in her.

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subbykitten-bottomprince · 3 days ago

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Bessie

Some of the greatest Olympic swimmers had been through AB, and they all attributed their success to the solid character they developed here. It was a 30 strong frat, and Dale and I were the only freshmen to be brought in. We’re from the same High School, Dale and I and had often competed against one another in swimming meets. We’re both well over six foot, Dale has more impressive body though: last time I saw him at a meet he had an eight pack, while I only had a six. We’ve enjoyed friendly and fierce competition throughout our high school years. Our families are friends too, that’s why his parents are dropping us both off at Alpha Beta for the first day: my Mom and Dad are at work, but they said they’ll come visit at the end of the first week.

Dale’s mum turned to us from the passenger seat: “Boys, two rules for college: don’t drink too much, and always use protection”.

Dale looked at me, blushing about his Mum’s forwardness.

“Mum-”

“No Dale, I know it’s awkward, but I need to tell you, and this goes for you too Mike, I don’t want a drunk for a son, or a grandchild by the end of the year”.

She waggled her finger in a mum like way. Dale and I both laughed it off as we pulled round the corner to see the house, grinning.

Alpha Beta is a beautiful, and its men were all waiting outside. Some shirtless, showing off their ripped bodies to the passing public. The car stopped. Dale stuck his head forward between his Mum and Dad: “Don’t get out. Love you both. I’ll Facetime you by the end of the week”.

We made eye contact, and then flung open the car doors. At the sight of us the men cheered and swarmed over, a couple of them grabbed our bags from the trunk, while the rest lifted us up, amid woos and hollers, and carried us into the house. Our old lives as boys vanished behind us as the pulsing crowd of young, sweaty men embraced us and guided us into the home.

Despite it being the height of summer, the fire blazed in the common room as we were guided to our seats. I felt rough hand ripping away my clothes: hazing, although discouraged was to be expected, so I rolled with it. By the time Dale and I were seated, we were nude. I glanced over to him. Dammit. He did have an eight pack, and a much bigger cock than my “average-sized” 5 and a half inches. Dale was easily double the length and girth of me. Fucking parents, giving me shitty genes.

A guy, who I recognised as Kane, the leader of the Frat from our online interviews. Handed us each large glasses, full of milk.

“Chug” Dale and I, beside each other on the couch, chugged. It was warm, and went down real easy. The room feel silent as we chugged, and upon finishing, when I expected them to explode into cheers, the men were silent, their eyes still transfixed on us.

I watched as our suitcases and clothes were chucked into the fire, angrily I was about to yell when I suddenly gasped with pain.

My nipples stung. I looked down at them, they were red and puffy, before my eyes they expanded from their usually tiny status on my chest. They puffed into tight rosebuds. Gently, I moved my fingers to touch them. At the slightest contact, my dick hardened in arousal. I looked to Dale. He appeared to be going through the same changes: his chest, previously broad, but slim, appeared to be gently inflating. He cupped his growing tits in his hands, his pecs firmly pronounced on his body.

I felt a tightness spread in my body, behind my puffy tender nipples. My pecs were throbbing, it felt like pulsing. With each pulse, my chest puffed out further, my chest swelling quickly into two pressured orbs. I cupped them. My girlfriend back home has double D’s, and I’m used to holding those. Mine felt bigger, more swollen than hers. When I cupped them, I felt liquid slosh, moving within them. With each pulse, this movement became less and less as they produced more than they could hold. In seconds, they moved from feeling squishy, to taught. They no longer jiggled.

Dale beside me groaned. His tits were smaller than mine, but they looked to be under a huge amount of pressure. He massaged them. I could see veins on them, as the force of their contents pressed outwards. His cock was standing to attention, and he groaned pleasurably as he massaged his tits. He was getting more and more into it.

The gathered men were watching our predicaments with joy. A couple of them pointing and whispering to their friends as they watched us struggle with our growing pecs. Dale, his chest stretched tight and thin lent back, putting his hands down at his sides, an orgasmic cry rocking through his body as, all of a sudden, liquid spurted from his nipples. He cried out as pulse after pulse emerged, releasing the pressure in his tits. His cock started to shoot string after string of cum, it plastered his eight pack in sticky globs. The men cheered, someone bringing forward a machine which they attached to Dale’s nipples. Through clear pipes, his milk began to flow into a collection point.

Kane moved towards me, I cradled my pressurised tits in my hands, he slapped my hands down, and began to roughly massage me. My tits turned the thin white colour that Dale’s had been moment before. Kane motioned for another frat boy to come over, each of them working a single pec. Together they lowered their lips to my nipples. My dick became rock hard, and then I felt them begin to suck. I cried out as an orgasm rolled through me. My cock spurting weakly as my pecs released their milk into the fratmens’ mouths. They chugged solidly. I could see them gulping down mouthful after mouthful of my milk. The pressure started to release in my tits, as they drank.

After a minute, a guy brought over a similar machine to Kane’s. He attached it to my nipples, and I felt it mirroring each milk producing pulse that shivered through my tits, with a pull. The machine worked my nipples, extracting a solid stream of milk.

Kane, wiped milk from the corners from his mouth and announced to the frat: “Men, we have, this year, taken in our first set of cows.”

He motioned to his belly, which protruded from his chiselled form. He removed his shirt, showing us the swollen bump.

“As you can see, they are delicious.”

The milk belly was flattening out quickly, and as it did so, Kane’s muscles bulged, like they were drinking in every drop.

“And it is perfect for building lean muscle… Now, I should remind you that these freshmen are cows. Cage them and gag them. Feel free to use them tonight, our first meet is tomorrow.”

Before I could move, or even protest, my head was grabbed from behind, and tilted back. Strong hands manipulated my mouth, and a dildo was forced down my throat, it’s base stoppering around my mouth, I could feel its firm head resting heavily on my voice box. While this occurred there was an ecstasy of painful fumbling around my dick. The dildo was strapped in around my mouth. And my head was released. Gingerly, I lowered my head to look down at my crotch: the dildo, buried deep in my throat bent subtly.

My cock was jammed inside a metallic cage, I felt around it, behind my balls there was a small padlock, chaining my cock inside. I looked over to Dale: he was struggling against the gag in this mouth. The men around him laughing. I could see it was no use, so I didn’t even try mine. Instead, the moment I felt the hands leave me, and all I could feel was the rhythmic tug of the milking machine, I moved to escape.

My clothes burning on the fire, it would have to be nude. 1. 2. 3. I counted in my head - I only had to barge through 20+ men. I went for it, ripping the milking machine from my tits, I launched myself forward. To my surprise, the men parted. Instead of barging, all I did was run from the room. The men actively dodged me. With each step, my tits jumped painfully (fuck being a woman), maybe if I ran fast enough, I’d get out. Breathing with the dildo in my mouth was difficult. By the time I got to the front door, I felt like I was going to black out. I stopped for a moment, as I flung open the door, and looked back to the room. Two guys were striding lazily towards me, smiling gently. I needed to take a breath.

They reached me, and turned me around. Instead of dragging me back, all they did was put their lips to my nipples, and begin to suck. I crumpled, my dick spurted uselessly in its cage, their lips drawing food from me. They caught me, one under each arm, and dragged me back to the lounge. Kane was there, a grin on his face.

“Now now Bessie,” he chided,” you wanted to be part of the swim frat and you are: we can’t have you missing the first swim meet tomorrow morning at 6. But bad cows need to be taught lessons. So each time one of you gets out of order, we’re going to punish you both.″ Kane clicked his fingers.

The men were obviously prepared for this. Roughly, I was manhandled into another room, where there were two tables, probably for dining. I was forced down on one, while Dale was taken to another. I was secured to it, belly down. Milkers were attached to my tits, and a pipe forced into my ass. I felt warm liquid push in. I managed to turn my head to face my friend on the table next to me. A man was holding the output pipe from the milkers attached to my tits, he sucked till the white liquid filled his mouth. I watched as he inserted the pipe into Dales’ ass. He moved it deep, and I could see Dale wince. An alarm clock was set in front of each of us, the alarm set for 5.30AM. Wordlessly, our fratmates left us. The room was silent, except for the sounds of the milking pipes, forcing the liquid from each of our breasts, into the other.

Dale and I made eye contact. He attempted to say something, the dildo in his mouth reducing it to a guttural sound. I made the sound back: at least we were in this together. I felt sorry for Dale, my tits were producing far quicker than his. It was uncomfortable for us both: the pumping noises I discovered kept sleep away, and the incremental increases in the weight and size of my body kept me uncomfortable. I wanted to turn over, but the restraints on my wrists and ankles prevented that.

Within half an hour, Dales’ belly was grossly swollen with my milk. He was groaning in pain. I couldn’t believe we had at least 10 hours of this left. His milk in my body wasn’t yet uncomfortable. But I knew that I would get there. On the bright side for me, Dale definitely didn’t have an eight pack - his belly was distended, pushing the rest of his body up from the table.

Four hours in: we are both sweating profusely. Our bellies painfully full of each others milk. I haven’t had a wink of sleep. Dale was huge. His taught belly forcing his body fiercely from the table. I knew a bit about how he felt. My belly was taking all the weight of my body now: the tightness of it all was the torturous part. It ached.

The door to the room opened, and Kane entered. He stood between us, we watched him in the dark. He flicked a switch. The pumps shut off. Finally the room was in silence. Dale growled.

Kane addressed us both “Rest up now girls, your first big meet tomorrow”.

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Our van pulled up outside the pools. The fratboys had dressed both of us before arriving: we wore speedos that were patterned, black and white, just like… well you know. In them, our bulges looked huge and sharp: the cock cages had remained on. I was actually starting to enjoy mine: I had never been that good at aiming, and this meant that it was impossible anyway. It meant that I didn’t feel like less of a man when I sat down to pee.

My speedos, were sopping wet with my cum. Each time a new guy drank from me my cock, almost on auto pilot, releases a load. Currently I had a fratboy sucking away at each tit. It was great. Dale was in a similar predicament.

My belly from last night had largely receded- aside from a couple of marks on my skin, the milk torture had left me unchanged. Dale, who had been taking my milk, was different: his belly was still bulged, heavy with the amount of milk his body couldn’t process. His skin was stretched tight. I was glad he could get the release of having his tits sucked, cause the belly just looked painful.

“Okay team, lets head in” Kane declared, striding ahead. One of the guys sucking on me fumbled with the dildo gag straps. Then I felt him start to pull it out. I knew we couldn’t wear them in public, and I hate to say it, but I almost felt sad that it was taken away. I had grown used. To it. Dale coughed behind me as his was removed. The man who removed mine made a shushing noise.

Dale didn’t say anything. I didn’t have anything to say. I thought I might, when they took out the gag, but I didn’t. I just liked breathing normally.

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Once we were all seated in our area of the benches, surrounded by other university teams, the loud speaker clicked on with a crackle.“Hello and welcome to the first meet of the season. Now, to show appreciation to those who work the hardest amongst us, the first event is a fun race for the cows of each team, please send forward your cows.”

Kane was standing between us: “Up you go boys, take the blocks”.

I was astounded - I had no idea that the cows were part of professional swimming, but sure enough, each team was sending up at least two startled looking freshmen, whose pectoral muscles were swollen, some of their nipples looking more like teats. My pecs were still the biggest around. Dale and I padded around the pool, our team cheering for us. We looked back at them, smiling. I was excited. My first race as a freshman.

We chose our lanes obediently. My tits felt tight with milk. I’m discovering they produce faster when i’m excited/nervous. The crowd was going mad for us cows. Cheering and waving. Kane was joining in. All of a sudden, standing on the blocks I felt my tits burst with milk, it flooded out, dripping into the pool. The crowd went mad.

Then the starting gun went off, and I dove gracefully into the pool. I had this. I was a champ - 50 metres in 12 seconds. But this time my body was slow, my new tits limiting my movement in the pool. I could feel milk dripping from them, adding to the swirl of the pool. I paddled my heart out, but I could see others over taking me in the surrounding lanes. I was going to be last. I couldn’t believe it.

I touched the wall and emerged, looking up at the times board in the pool. I was dead last in the 25 meter freestyle: 42 seconds.

The loudhailer clicked on “Our winner for today is Bessie from Alpha Beta, great cow name. Second is Gwen, and third Lucy.”

Strong hands pulled me from the water, cheering. I felt lips sucking at my nipples in passing, everyone eager for a squirt from me, as I was paraded around to the winners podium, two other cows in tow. When we reached the podium, a man showed us how we were to spend the meet: our bellies resting on the podiums, our tits swinging free in front, so that winners could drink from us, and our assess accessible from behind.

For ever heat, over every race, I had my tits sucked, and my cock slicked the podium in cum. Then the winner would move behind me. I had been worried the first time, but as the first champions dick graced my ass, his balls slapping wet and happy against my ass, I knew that I would be okay. There were 149 heats that day. 149 mouths drank from my pecs, and unloaded in my ass, high off their victories.

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The day after my champion meet, the frat was really proud of me, slapping me on the back. Behind me I could feel Dale’s eyes digging into me. All the frat boys wanted to drink from me, no one was going to Dale.

“Gotta say Bessie, I didn’t think you had it in you” Kane congratulated.

I didn’t respond. We’re not meant to respond.

“But now that you’re a bred girl, we’re going to open the doors to some of the other teams on campus. The football team has said that they’ll help, and the rowing groups are always keen.”

I raised an eyebrow at Kane, questioningly.

“Oh, oh girl, you didn’t know? Well now that your pregnant. Your tits are going to move into overdrive: they usually say its a four fold increase. It’ll kick in today as the seed settles in your womb.”

“Pregnant?”

“Yes, stupid: you got bred by over a hundred dicks, of course you’re pregnant.”

I was sitting on the couch later in the day, a man on each tit, when I felt it hit. My belly expanded first. My six pack, which had reemerged following the milk filling, swiftly disappeared as a bulge, spreading from a place just above my caged dick, expanded. Dale watched from the opposite couch, jealousy burning in his eyes, as my belly swelled. The boys on each tit noticed it. They rubbed my expanding womb gently.

“Woah girl, you are looking fine” one commented.

I grinned as my dick shot sperm within it’s tiny cage.

Then it hit my tits. Like a wave, they went into overdrive: they exanded swiftly to twice their size: I looked like I had the pecs of a body builder. My nipples ached to be released and the guys beside me pressed their lips to me, My cock shooting load after load . They drank deep, and I desperately wanted them to to free me from the pressure that grew and grew in each tit.

There was a knock at the door, and one of the men on my tits went to answer it. I massaged my swollen abdomen, and underutilised breast while he was gone, giving the nipple a tiny tug, it squirted its milk gently. My womb was tight, the product of effective breeding. I couldn’t believe that I was such a lucky cow.

Two unfamiliar people entered the room, they were clearly football players, solid and heavy built.

“Hey Bessie, Kane said that we can use you - what’s not in use?”

I shifted my position slowly, my gravid form weighed down by the rapid production of milk and baby. I slide down on the couch, motioning for one of the boys to move between my legs. He did so, resting his hands on my tender belly. It took him seconds to take his cock out, and begin to fuck me. The first post-breeding fuck, I discovered that it was a beautiful feeling. The other guy moved to my tit, swelling himself on my milk. He was clearly surprised by the speed of my flow. My dick spurted another load as he drank from me. The cock in my ass worked me quickly, and I loved that he was holding my belly as he thrust, moving my entire womb lower for his cock to berate.

Outside of the sucking fucking and groans, I heard a woman’s voice; “Oh what a lovely place.”

Then a man “Such beautiful rooms a shame that sonny and Dale are out. Whats through here?”

Dale and his friend? Oh no. My parents were visiting this week.

The guy in my ass rolled his cock head over my prostate and I whimpered. Between the men drinking and fucking my pregnant form, I noticed naked Dale duck behind a couch. The stranger painted my fulled womb with his orgasm, and put his dick away, stepping back, allowing a perfect veiw for my parents to step in. They took me in, their eyes moving up my body.. There was cum dripping from my gaping ass, my cock caged in a cum soaked mess, a swollen belly, above which were my huge milky tits at which two men were guzzling. I didn’t say anything. cows don’t talk. The football players switched positions, and as a new one latched on to my milky nipples, my dick shot a string of cum, that splattered my fathers feet. They disappeared from view as the other football player moved in on my ass, his cock thicker than the last guys, I could feel my cum drenched ass stretch. There was slapping, his balls hitting my cheeks with each deep thrust. I “moo”d in pleasure.

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