#mpreg gym

[tomsbly]

Ken number FIVE — Rex!

CW: Incest (I absolutely do NOT condone it irl, but this is a work of fiction. Putting this warning in so people who aren’t into that will enjoy the morph only and move on!)

Rex was always the typical younger brother: energetic, obnoxious, bratty, yet always everyone’s favorite. His behavior was always overlooked since he played sports, was doing alright at school and was one of The Boys. After blowing up on TikTok, he solidified his title as the popular, hot, fuckboyish guy. And his older brother, Cody, hated that.

He really, really wanted to be genuinely happy for his younger bro but his insecurities got the best of him. The timing was awful too. Rex, freshly 18, would be graduating high school this year and he was at his peak. Cody… Cody was not.

Being three years older than his brother, he was already in college, yet still living with his family. It was cheaper that way. He wasn’t really passionate about learning, but he didn’t have any other possibilities, or so he thought. He worked part-time, but the job sucked, he couldn’t work full-time because of college and he couldn’t even start a family since he and his long-term girlfriend broke up. While his brother was being his best, Cody was horny, alone and depressed.

With his newfound popularity, Rex found a lot of friends, mostly boys, muscular and fuckboyish, just like him. Since his parents weren’t at home most of the time, just him and Cody, he started inviting them over to hang out. You know, like the boys they were. They would play video games, listen to music, just chill and have a good time. But after several weeks it got kind of boring… Their solution? Alcohol. Cody was 21, so Rex begged to get them beer or some shit, so they can spice things up a little bit. Cody was hesitant at first, but then he thought:

“Why not? But only if you will all behave and won’t wreck the fucking house. You will be the ones cleaning up after.”

The boys agreed, so Cody got them some beer and vodka, too much vodka maybe. After leaving the teens with the booze, he went upstairs to his room to get some sleep. Two hours later, he was woken up.

Moans…

Loud banging…

Groans…

A loud “I’m coming… fuck…”

His heart sank to his stomach. Oh no. What has he done?

Cody ran downstairs to see the boys all naked, having some kind of an amateur, fucked up orgy. There were clothes everywhere, cum on the walls and empty bottles of lube on the floor. Rex saw his brother first, pulled out his dick out of his friend’s hole and slurred:

“Oh hi, Cody… We… um… we went a little wild, hehe… Do you wanna-”

“Rex, what the hell? You promised me everything’s gonna be alright!”

“Everything’s alright, bro..!” Rex was growing really tired at this point. “It is kinda your fault that we all fucked… you got us booze…”

“I- Rex, please…”

“Please what..?” Rex sighed. “Cody… if you get to fuck one of us, will we make it up to you?”

Rex smirked at Cody. He knew he hadn’t had sex with anyone in a while.

Cody blushed. He was exposed. And so was his bulge. Rex saw that.

“Oh… someone’s excited..!” Rex got on his knees and now was facing his older brother’s throbbing dick, still inside the boxers that he started to pull off.

“You know I can take care of you, Cody… Just don’t be mad…”

“Rex!” Cody recoiled. “I can’t fucking do this! You’re… you’re my brother! It’s wrong… I- I just…”

“It was also wrong to buy us alcohol…”

“How much did you drink?”

“Oh, enough to not… not think about… the future… or today… just let me suck you off and we’ll forget about it…”

“Rex, I-”

But even super drunk, Rex was quicker. He took off Cody’s underwear, now admiring the dick he only got glimpses of before. He started to suck his older brother off. Cody was shocked, but his bro’s mouth felt too good to stop. He gave in. After a minute, Rex looked up at Cody.

“Dude… I’m kinda… done… I can’t…”

“Oh, so you won’t even let me finish?”

“I…”

“Turn your fucking ass around.”

Rex was too out of it to not oblige. Cody spread his bro’s ass cheeks and a single drop of cum leaked out of his brother’s hole. Even though it was used today already, it didn’t stop Cody. Nothing could.

“I just need to cum somewhere, dude. And show your friends how it’s done.”

Cody grabbed onto his brother’s hips and started pounding his hole. With each fast, aggressive, almost careless thrust Rex was more and more lost. He didn’t know what to feel. Was it pleasurable? Forbidden? Embarrassing? He didn’t know and could only whimper as his older brother was close to finishing. None of Rex’s friends were in the right state of mind to stop this. Or remember it.

Even though the boys were all hungover the next morning, they did their best to clean up and were trying to piece together the events of the night. Rex’s best friend, Dawson, could actually remember the fact that they had sex and wanted to talk about it privately. So they came up to Rex’s room and he told his friend everything. Rex was shocked, but at least he lost his virginity to his best bro. But Dawson wasn’t the only one who remembered that night. Cody did too. And he heard everything. It was great to know that his brother was oblivious to who’s cum stained his underwear, so he kept quiet. For a few months, at least.

After several weeks, Rex developed some pregnancy symptoms. He obviously brushed them off as a stomach bug or stress or sleep deprivation or… He soon ran out of excuses. His “oh, it will go away in a few days” bloat didn’t go anywhere, so he was beginning to worry. He could still hide his "bloated" belly under a hoodie at school, but it was April already. This won’t work for long, especially at the gym.

He always went there with his friends, his bros. They all wore either tight or super loose clothes to show off their bodies and loved to go shirtless. But Rex couldn’t do that anymore. His friends were questioning the fact he wore a 3XL t-shirt all the time and didn’t take it off at all. He was so confident before, what happened. Dawson noticed it first. One day they went to the gym alone. After their normal workout, it the locker room, Dawson asked Rex that question.

“Dude, what’s going on with you? You can tell ME, you know…”

“Daws, I- I don’t really wanna talk about it…”

“About what?”

“Ugh…”

Rex turned to his friend and lifted up his shirt to reveal his three-month bump that he tried so hard to conceal. Dawson was puzzled.

“You’re afraid of a… bloat?”

“It’s not a fucking bloat, dude. It’s not going away. I don’t even gain weight anywhere else, so it’s not fat. And I am sick a lot… I just… I don’t know…”

He took off his shirt completely, putting his belly on display. Dawson got closer and touched it. It clicked.

“Dude… Do you think I knocked you up that night..?”

Rex’s heart sank to his growing stomach.

“I… Wh… I can’t! You can’t! I can’t have a fucking baby! I- It’s not…”

“Rexy, please, calm dow-”

“HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE CALM WHEN I FIND OUT THAT I AM FUCKING PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD. I AM FUCKING EIGHTEEN. I AM A FUCKING ALPHA, DUDE.”

“REX, STOP IT FOR FUCK’S SAKE. IT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE A PREGNANCY, WHAT THE HELL DUDE??”

Rex shut up. They changed without talking to each other. They caught a few weird looks from men on their way out, but it wasn’t as bad as Rex trying to buy a pregnancy test. He told the cashier it was for his girlfriend, but did it so awkwardly that they only chuckled in response.

As soon as he got home, he locked himself in the bathroom and did the test. The five minutes of development felt like an eternity. Then, he looked at it.

Positive. Of course it was positive.

He couldn’t believe it for a few seconds, but then it hit him. He could be a father. He could give birth. It was terrifying. He clutched his belly and started crying. It was too much. Even after sex ed. I happened to him, and now what?

He was crying loud enough for Cody to hear him. He knocked on the bathroom door.

“You alright there, dude?”

“…”

The crying has stopped, but something was definitely up.

“Hey, what happened, man? Can I come in?”

Rex opened the door without saying anything. Cody came in.

“Why are you crying, dude. You haven’t cried like this in a while…”

Rex didn’t know what to say. He was holding on to the positive test in the pocket of his trousers.

“Please… Please don’t tell mom and dad…”

“What… Did you fucking kill someone?”

“It might be worse…”

Rex took the test out of his pocket and gave it to his brother.

“It’s mine, Cody…”

“What the- DUDE. That’s- That’s… cool..?”

The thought of his brother being pregnant with his child struck Cody mid-sentence.

“I don’t fucking know what to do. It’s Dawson’s… He told me that he fucked me that night you bought us booze. I found cum on my und- Fuck, dude, it’s so embarrassing.”

Cody was trying to come to his senses. He couldn’t figure out if his brother possibly being pregnant with their child was creeping him out or turning him on.

“Did you think about abortion? I mean, it’s so early to have a kid.”

“I want to talk to Dawson first. Maybe he wants it, even if it���s not from a girl… I just… I can’t…”

Rex hugged his older brother and started crying again. Cody didn’t bring himself to tell the truth, so he hugged Rex with his left hand and put his right on his bro’s belly.

“It will be okay. I promise. If you decide to keep it, I’ll help you out.”

Rex didn’t stop crying.

He told Dawson about the baby the next day. As Rex thought, he was actually down to become a dad. Probably because he wasn’t the one carrying.

Rex kept the baby.

He and Dawson graduated during the first week of May. Even though it was getting hot in California, the robe covered Rex’s belly up. They didn’t know if they were in a relationship at that point. They separated from the friend group and only hung out with each other. Dawson started to feel something towards Rex, but he still wasn’t sure. Rex was only able to be free with Dawson. And his brother. He was only comfortable being shirtless with him and Cody. Only they could touch the bump. Dawson was very gentle. He began to kiss and rub his bf’s belly and Rex didn’t resist. It felt nice. It felt warm.

The fact that he kind of disappeared from social media didn’t help his image. The last things he posted were some selfies from when he was only about 10 weeks along. His fans started to question his absence and it was getting to Rex’s head. He should do something, post something, come clean to everyone.

That’s why he decided to take some pictures on their upcoming vacation. Rex, Cody and Dawson planned to go to Miami for a week to relax. Rex was hesitant before, but now he was the most eager of the three to go. Dawson couldn’t make it because of his new job he took up and Rex and Cody went alone.

The next few days were spent on the beach, tanning, swimming of just napping in the shade, Rex’s preferred pastime. The pregnancy was getting to him. Reaching the fifth month of pregnancy, Rex’s energy was fluctuating. He would be filled with energy one day and just barely making it out of bed the next day. Most of the time, he just wanted to sleep. After six days of this, Cody wanted to do something different. He wanted to go out. Maybe he could find a girl to bring back with him.

Rex was absolutely against it, his sleepiness and gravid belly were the reasons he stayed at the hotel napping and looking through the photos taken by his brother a day before. The beach, their lunch, and a ton of photos of the bros: Rex putting on sunscreen on his belly, him sunbathing, eating lunch, him and Cody flexing on the beach, Cody’s sunburnt back, his nudes… Rex shivered and brushed it off. He chose one picture to post, taken at the balcony of their hotel room. No caption, no hashtags, the photo will say it all.

2 AM. Rex finally decided to post this picture, so everybody could find out what happened first thing in the morning. He texted Dawson that he’s going to finally do it and tapped “Post”. As soon as the picture was online, he turned off his phone. He just wanted to sleep calmly for a final time. Five minutes later, a drunk Cody opened the room’s door.

He was shirtless and barefoot, his shorts barely staying on his hips, covered in stains.

“Heeyyyyy maaaaan, how’s it goinnn?” If it was obvious to Rex before, Cody was really drunk.

“Dude, what the- How much did you drink?”

“A few beers, some shots, I don’t really remember. Does it even matter?” Alcohol made Cody go angry in seconds.

“Yes, it does. We’re not even home. What were you thinking?” Rex gulped.

“Don’t you fucking remember the night I got you knocked up? You were so drunk you can’t even remember how you begged for my cock and let me breed you?”

Rex’s heart skipped a beat. Cody sobered up in an instant. Rex felt a flutter in his belly. His baby kicked for the first time.

Their baby.

[studsandmore00]

The floodlights illuminated the field as Steve led his blindfolded boyfriend Trent to the 50 yard line.

“Trent, since I met you on the football team freshman year, through college and now, I knew you were the man for me. Now will you marry me?” Steve said on one knee.

Trent nodded as tears of joy poured down his face.

They were married by their Coach on that 50 yard line a year later.

“Can’t believe we’re actually married.” Trent said looking at the ring on his hand as they walked into their hotel room.

“I can’t either.” Steve said. “You know what it means, don’t you?”

“We get to experience the joys of the joint tax return?”

Steve laughed. “That, and sex is no longer premarital so it’s not a sin.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s still a sin.” Trent laughed.

“Then do you wanna commit a sin?” Steve said as he slapped Trent’s bubble butt.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Trent said as he pushed Steve onto the bed.

Clothes piled on the floor as Steve slipped his hard dick into Trent.

“Fuck.” Steve moaned as Trent’s warm body devoured his dick inch by inch.

“You’re so deep.” Trent whimpered.

Steve bottomed out in Trent and they both moaned in pleasure.

“Does this feel different to you?” Trent asked as Steve started to pound his hole.

“Feels like it always does, fucking amazing.” Steve said. He picked up speed and both men moaned.

Trent put his worries aside and let himself get lost in the feeling of Steve’s dick.

“I’m not feeling so well.” Trent said one morning a few weeks after their wedding.

“I told you not to eat that crab. It didn’t smell fresh.”

A few months later, it was Trent who was leading Steve blindfolded onto the football field.

“Steve, I’ve got something to say.” Trent said as he pulled off the blindfold. He took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

[mpregstuff]

Pregnant Man - Running

[nibwhipdragon]

I noticed your status changed to "THE DEN HAS BEEN DISTURBED" after we talked about Dragonvale. Is there any reason why? :3

Oh no I just decided to change it on a whim, it's been stuck in my head, plus it fits for Halloween!

A week ago I had a sleepover with some of my friends, and we did it at my sister's flat room. However, she was being discharged from the hospital at the time, so we got there before her, and had to sit outside the room in the hallway.

We're sitting in the corner, and a family used the lift to the floor we were on and just saw us. Chilling. With multiple bags and plushies watching DHMIS on the floor in the corner.

They interrogated us, we explained, then they left us looking at us suspiciously. One of my friends just started chanting "The den has been disturbed." over and over in response to the situation and we just ended up chanting that until my sister got there (so about 15 mins)

And then we randomly started chanting it at 2AM whilst watching a paranormal horror film (Sinister I think?) and one of my friends that joined later was so freaked out lmao

[paodex]

cheaters alway's come back's to u

[broodybelly]

#mpreg storytime

Jamie spent all his free time in the gym. It became his whole world. When he met Chris his world got turned upside down. He was on the ab crunch machine when Chris came up to him. The smell of Chris's cologne struck him like a ton of bricks. The sight of Chris' bulging biceps got him next, Jamie knew he would be stiff after his workout he didn't think he would be during. Chris asked how many sets he had left, Jamie could see Chris's biceps were not the only thing bulging. They spent the entire gym session together. And the next fifty, which always ended getting rather steamy in the showers.

Jamie obviously had been talking to Chris too much because it was expanding. Chris said it was a power belly because of how firm it was. Jamie was loving how much attention the belly was getting from Chris who couldn't keep his hands off it. It probably was just that he was incredibly bloated, because he was constantly feeling gas bubbles. Chris sometimes felt them and would laugh, "you've really got to change your diet man, something you're eating isn't agreeing with you." He'd then kiss where he felt the movement.

One day when Jamie was relaxing, watching Chris pumping iron, he felt the bubbles again but this time it felt different his whole belly shifted. Suddenly it all clicked. Jamie rubbed his bump and it all started to make sense. While Jamie logically thought he should be nervous about what the future had in store, Jamie was content in knowing Chris was going to be there with him.

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

what do you mean that guys page isn’t about mpreg, that caption is so mpreg

I think from context, OP was trying to imply that was a photo of an Alpha who is going to get a bunch of (confusion and shock) cis women pregnant because he's such a Reddit Red-pilled macho Jordan Peterson Alpha Male who doesn't need consent because he goes to the gym and is descended from Western European Christians but now is all American hamburger truck sports man.

Meanwhile, we intellectuals know that that's an omega on the verge of heat presenting themself self to an Alpha whose pheremones they smelled.

It's just basic science. I saw it on Bill Nye.

(please note the original caption clearly indicates this omega uses they/them pronouns).

[edit: I always get Eastern and Western Europe mixed up whoops]

[tomsbly]

beautiful pregnant January morning

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #56 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍂 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

🍂 Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

🍂 two feet standing on a principle by Anonymous

(E, 10k, exes) Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.

🍂 you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

(T, 6k, mpreg Harry) Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.

🍂 make my wish come true by deblond / @braveryandtea

(T, 4k, Christmas) Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye

(E, 32k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

🍂 must be love by @nouies

(NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield) AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

🍂 lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel

(T, 5k, Louis/Awsten Knight) Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

🍂 Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

🍂 it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

🍂 Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together

🍂 Crush by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Niall) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

- Trick Or Treat Fest -

1D Trick Or Treat Fest / @1dtrickortreatfest (each 666 words)

she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

Sounds horrifying..... tell me more by @lunaticcat009

In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Ghosted by @haztobegood

Summon A Demon by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

I See You by @neondiamond

Lipstick stain fades with time by @lunarheslwt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It by mmaree / @zqua1d

Irresistible by mmaree / @zqua1d

find a way (to send me a sign) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

when love gets involved by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Harryween (series) by @babyhoneyheslt

Fruit Bat by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... by @lululawrence

A Witch's Longest Day of the Year by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

pasta-tively sweet by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

Fa-boo-lous Halloween by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings

[king-krisu]

JOKER OUT/KÄÄRIJÄ KINKTOBER PROMPT LIST

I'm so in love with kinktober and in case some writers are looking for inspo for certain prompts, here you go!

I'm gonna highlight the kinktober prompts in the suggestions so you can work out what prompt my ramblings can fit with lmao😮‍💨💀

Feel free to use any of these however you wish! Credits are nice but not necessary lol, just have at it:

JOKER OUT:

Kris should get his ass destroyed, it's not a want it's a need. Maybe something like Jan/Nace/Jure taking Kris from behind meanwhile Bojan chokes him and whispers some sweet nothing in his ear? We all saw how enthusiastically both of them were into the choking at Tavastia 🫵🏻😀

Nace getting tied up by Jan. Will not elaborate (Toys/Bondage)

Pretty, dolled up Bojan who get taken care of like the princess he is. Our model boy Kris can also be made pretty (Lingerie)

I'm so passionate about a Bojere sandwich with Jance, like Morbid said I need them to squash those boys like bugs (Threesome/Group)

Just someone please take care of Nace, okay? That man is not into pain just give him a good time 😔🫶🏻 (spoken like I know him lmao)

Sensory deprivation is pretty much always on a kinktober list, and maybe that could work with Kris? You know, stressed out lil man taken care of by whoever by shutting the outside world out? 🧍🏼‍♂️

Since exhibitionism is also usually on the lists, and we know that Bojan and Nace are gym buddies, maybe Nace could fuck some sense into Bojan in a gym locker room, barely hidden away? Preferably post-workout so they're sweaty 😀🫶🏻

Someone make Jance dp Bojan. Maybe spitroast him. Thanks. (Double penetration)

I mean "This guys is my puppy" Bojan would probably love some puppy/pet play

Perhaps Nace gets tired of one of the boys constantly coming up to him on stage asking for attention, and he gives them what they want and more? (Overstimulation)

Prev can also work as Nace getting tired and wanting good boys to wait (edging)

Bcs Jure and Nace met on tinder, I think anonymous sex works best for them (FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST JURE CANNOT MEOW PLEASE)

KÄÄRIJÄ:

Bojan and Jere on the phone, with Bojan riding a pillow, pretending it's Jere's thigh or smth, and being desperate all the while Jere praises him over the phone? Yeah! :) (Phone sex/thigh riding)

Now obviously monsterfucking is very Käsh coded, either demon!Jere or Tommy, maybe vampires, maybe something else freaky in that gay forest in the ICIP mv?? Go wild

Y'all know I am a Nace/Jere enthusiast. I NEED a fic with Nace getting pissed off that Jere keeps forgetting his name etc, only to find out that it's just Jere's way of getting "Big big strong man" riled up. Maybe resulting in Nace then giving him more than he asked for. You can also include an annoyed boyfriend Jan here and make it dp lol (overstimulation/double penetration)

Now of course size queen Jere "any guys with big dicks here" Pöyhönen can work with any of the big boys, but especially Nace lolol (tho also that photo of Kris having to fold in half to meet Häärijä is also good inspo)

Edging would be funny with Tommy requiring Jere to stay quiet if we wants to cum lmao

I mean...... breeding with our mpreg king Jere works with anyone 🧍🏼‍♂️

I don't particularly care for the virginity tag BUT this could be used as a way for Jere to show Bojan a new kinkier side of sex like bondage, choking, roleplay etc?

Someone please put a ball gag on Jere good god he needs to shut the fuck up. You know he's a squirmy boy so tie him up too while you're at it

Speaking of shutting him up and even Jure also getting tired of his babbling, maybe Jure could shut Jere up by idk dragging him to the nearest supply closet and having his way with him just mere metres from the rest of the gang 😀 (exhibitionism)

Jere in lingerie!!!! Jere in pretty ruined makeup!!!!!!!! JERE IN A HARNESS!!!!!!

SOMEONE PLAY WITH JERE'S TITTIES. MAYBE THEY'RE PIERCED WHO KNOWS. Maybe Jere lets Bojan fuck his titties to give him atleast One (1) heterosexual fantasy in his life

Jere's strong af tongue pierced making Bojan go insane in whatever way you imagine 🫵🏻😎 maybe Tommy made him do it on a dare and he discovers it's a huge turn on for Bojan? :) maybe he eats him out and Bojan comes untouched WHO KNOWS THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER

Jere post-Tavastia (1 or 2) in a bathroom jerking off because whatever the fuck happened on stage was so hot and Bojan catches him? 🧎‍♂️ (masturbation/exhibitionism)

Okay that's all bye

[reallymyanchor]

Alexander

Disclaimer: this is a gainer story, not Mpreg. Let me know if you’d like more!

Nervously, I stepped into the living room. It was a warm enough temperature, but I jittered with a bit of anxious energy.

“Pause there a moment and I’ll get a few pictures before you sit down” Kyle said, the opposite to my nervous jitters, he was calm, making it sound like we had all the time in the world. I readjusted my jock strap, I’ve never worn one before, so it felt unusually to feel quite so held and exposed at the same time.

“Give me a smile” he said, holding up his phone. “Nice, now turn side on.”

There was a shutter noise, “You look great in this light man, check this out!”

He held out his phone: he was right, the shadows made my muscles looked even more defined, and my blonde hair caught the textures of the light. Kyle motioned to the couch, on the table beside it was a cup, and a large jug full of a thick shake.

“This is the main thing for you tonight man, it’s a shake that I’ve been developing - its got all the good stuff for a growing boy.”

I sat down, and he poured me a glass. I took my first sip. I think I was expecting it to feel like some kind of huge moment, or that he’d make a big deal of it, but nothing like that happened. It tasted slightly sweet, and was more like a vanilla thick shake than anything else.

“Yum, that’s good.” I said, sitting back in the couch, my jitters lessening. He sat in an armchair beside me.

“Go on, down that one dude, show it you mean business.” Kyle said. I smiled at him. I know it’s kinda the reason I’m here, and that he’s paying me $1000 for the night, but it’s always makes me smile when he goes all gainer chat. I tipped back the glass, and gulped down the mix. He refilled my glass.

“So Alex -“ he said

“oh, I prefer Alexander,” I said. It’s always good to nip that one in the bud fast.

“Sorry - Alexander, it’s so good to meet you in person. I saw a few of your bulk and bloating photos, and I knew I wanted to meet you.”

“Yeah, thanks for all the shopping money, man.” I said, taking a sip of the drink. It was kind of moreish, bizarrely drinking it didn’t make me feel any less thirsty. I took time to drink him in properly too: he was 25-30, clearly a fit guy, not bad looking overall. I’m 21, so even if he fucks me it’s not that much of an age gap.

“So, what got you thinking about doing this?” I asked him, finishing the second glass. He poured me another.

“Well, in the daytime I’m a personal trainer, and I just love seeing people transform their bodies. I spend so much time helping people to slim down, or cut this weight, I just find it really fucking hot to do the opposite. You’re pretty athletic: how often are you in the gym?”

“Every day, I’m in there at least once” I said. “I live with a few boys who are into body building, so they’re good at keeping me honest.”

“Where do they think you are tonight?” Kyle asked, watching as I finished another glass.

I was definitely feeling a bit full, but nothing compared to some of the bulking meals I’ve had. My cock was starting to go hard. I can’t explain how I’m turned on by the situation.

“I’ve told them that I’m at a family party for the night, out of town. My parents think that I’m out camping with the boys. Don’t worry, I’ve told everyone I’ll be out of cell range.” I said.

I paused in my drinking. A sense of fullness coming over me.

“Keep breathing,” he said, “take another sip”. I did. “What lead you to here?”

“Money” I responded, “ I’m a student, I bulk anyway, might as well earn some cash.”

Kyle smiled, “Speaking of work: I’ve got four more of these jugs to get in you. You ever been on a funnel before?”

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I lay back on the couch, a pipe in my mouth, which was strapped to my face. I gulped down the liquid at a steady pace, while Kyle poured it in above. I couldn’t speak, only groan and move slightly.

As I settled into a rhythm of gulps, Kyle kept giving words of encouragement: “Keep it up dude”, “You got this Alex”, “keep going with those deep breaths” I couldn’t even interrupt as he shortened my name.

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, my hands cuffed behind my back “just in case”. I’m not sure what the case might be, but they’re definitely cuffed.

It was after the second jug that I noticed Kyle’s comments changing.

“Did you know that 25 percent of men in our country are obese? You’re going to be joining that number soon. Your thighs are gonna rub together when you run, and it’ll start to get so uncomfortable that you’ll stop running altogether. You’ll probably tell yourself that it’s mostly muscle, you’ll try to do resistance weights, but you’ll start to get sick of the gym, watching all the other boys your age getting fitter while you just get fatter and fatter. You’re gonna be such a good pig, such a happy little porker.”

I felt him pull out my jockstrap, my hard cock flipped out. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment as he emptied the third jug into the funnel. I was feeling pretty full now. I tried to focus on my breathing

“You sure you’re just here for the money?” He said, giving my cock a few strokes before putting the jock back in place.

It was halfway through the fourth and final jug when I hit a wall. I couldn’t swallow anymore, and yet he just tipped the rest of the shake into the funnel. I moaned, attempting to indicate I couldn’t do it. He held the tube up.

“You are going to finish this, Pig.” He said, and then I felt his hand on my abdomen, moving in slow, soothing circles. I groaned, his touch just made me feel tighter.

“Keep breathing” he said. I breathed through my nose, and closed my eyes, focussing on his touch, and breathing. I gulped. It was slow, impossibly slow, but under his hand, I kept swallowing, delirious.

I opened my eyes to him removing the funnel straps from my face and uncuffing me, “Well done Pig, you managed all of them. Stand up for a bit, we’re going to move to the bath.”

He left the room, and I swung my legs around till I was sitting on the couch. I put a hand to my distended belly. It was grossly bulging with liquid, fuck this was hot. My dick was throbbing. I stood, and felt the full weight of my gravid body. My abs were stretched tight, a thin wall of muscle holding back the slurry inside my belly. I took a small step, gingerly following Kyle towards the bathroom.

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Kyle sat on the edge of the bath, watching me as I wondered at the bulging gut he’d given me. My cock was rock hard under the water, but I was focussed on the pleasure and sensitivity coming from my belly, which only just stayed under the surface of the water

“The warm water relaxes your skin, makes things a bit more malleable.” He said.

“You’re not going to make me drink another, are you?” I asked.

“Nah, there’s just one more thing, fatty” he held up a glass. “I want you do drink this glass of water, and then relax as it reacts with the shake.”

He handed me the glass and, eager to get it over with, I downed it quickly, and handed the glass back to him.

“I hope you haven’t organised to go to the gym tomorrow” he said.

“what do you mean b-“ i was interrupted by a sudden movement in my gut. I cried out as a wave of pressure burst through me.

“Keep breathing, your body will filter it out soon” he said. I moaned loudly, I felt like my belly was going to rip open.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I shouted as my already tight body expanded in sudden fits and waves, the reaction between the water and the shake pushing me bigger and bigger. I threw back my head- the pain was so intense, so deep in me. I blacked out, and felt my cock spurting a load.

When I came to, I was still in the bath, my head back. I could feel pressure on either side of my belly, I moaned, afraid to look at myself. I looked down. The pressure on the sides of my belly was the sides of the bath. I was so huge that I was effectively wedged in there. There were stretch marks on me where the belly had expanded so rapidly. I looked to Kyle, almost desperately.

“Awh, don’t worry Piggy.” He said, “Even though you look super hot like this, it’s totally not my style. By the morning, your body will have broken down the enzymes and hormones in the shake. You won’t have your big belly, you’ll be back to muscular old you.”

“Thank fuck” I said, relaxing a bit.

“But your body will be a bit different. You’ll still have these cute stretch marks” he said, gently tracing them with his finger. “And a few other things: you’ll find that your metabolism has dropped right down, and your brain will have a new level of what “full” means. Oh, and your body will want to store fat it your belly, tits and ass. In other words, you’ll be looking like this again permanently, in no time.”

Kyle grinned.

“What?” I asked, “What’s so fucking funny - you’ve ruined my fucking life you asshole”

He said “You can’t see it over your fat piggy belly, but your dick is rock hard again.”

He gave my belly a slap, and I felt my body jiggle, and my piggy cock spurted cum into the water.

He took a photo of me.

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I left Kyle’s house early the next morning. My body was back to its normal toned form, exactly the same as I had arrived, except for three blue stretch marks. I was so fucking hungry on the way home. Kyle is going to send through $700 a week for food, until our next session, when he’ll lift his payments again. He does want at least one full body photo a day.

As my work week started, I kept living as normal. None of my friends asked about my time away, and my Mum asked about camping. The boys in my house are in a bulking phase, and I’ve been joining them for every meal and gym session. Kyle’s word held true though: while their metabolisms were able to keep up with the influx of protein, my body eagerly stored it as fat.

Kyle was wrong about something though: I didn’t stop my cardio and running because of my thighs rubbing together. It was the fatty puffy pecs that grew on me, they bounced uncomfortably with each step or jump.

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Ethan Dolan: The Gym

-Ethan x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Bodily Gasses, Smells/Odors, Exhibition/Public Favor(s), Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’re at the gym with Ethan, having just finished working your body out, for the first time in years. You’re ready to go home — eager to walk out of the glass-paneled doorway, with your legs and arms still intact — but Ethan insists on staying on the machines a little while longer. Somehow, Ethan ends up fucking himself up during his extended workout… and he’s left with a huge water-belly, to show for his mistake. He’s in need of relief and satisfaction — NOW — and you’re forced to take the extra time, to help him find some relief. Public favors aren’t really your thing… but for Ethan, you’d do anything in front of a crowd — no matter how many eyes may be on you.

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Your grueling, hour-long workout with Ethan is finally over, and you're feeling completely wrecked. Having just gone through the most physical activity you've had to do since 10th grade P.E. — about 50 push-ups, 20 pull-ups, and about a dozen sit-ups — your body is screaming at you, begging you to take a breather. You haven't worked out in years, not even done so much as gone for a brief jog, and yet, after watching Ethan breeze through his strenuous routine as if it were nothing, you can't help but to feel inadequate in comparison to him — without a single valid excuse as to why you're so out of shape. You just want to curl up into a big ball and nod off to sleep — like the embarrassed, lazy sack of shit that you are — but much to your chagrin, Ethan insists on suffering through another thirty minutes of physical activity, and you've got no choice but to stay by his side.

"C'mon, man," He pleads, looking on from his treadmill as you begin to pack up your tattered gym bag, "I just got into my flow! I know we only agreed to be here for an hour, but can we stay for a couple more minutes? Thirty at most! I swear we won't be much longer!"

"No, Ethan," you answer him, "I'm sweaty, I'm gross, and I'm fucking tired. I just wanna go home and sleep right now, okay. You can come back here once you drop me off at your place." With the old wash rag you borrowed from his bathroom, you wipe your forehead dry, and toss your bag over your shoulder. "C'mon, E. Let's go!"

"You don't have to do anything else if you stay," he whines, "Promise. You can chill while I finish up. Just sit down and watch me run for a while... just to cool off... then we can go, I swear."

Although every bit of your being is begging you to walk away from him, you angrily take a seat on the cold linoleum floor, and watch impatiently as he continues to run on the machine. "Okay, whatever," you grumble, doing your best to keep your composure as your spirit boils over with rage, "We can stay... but, for the record, I'm only here because I don't feel like walking back to the house. My legs are burning."

As you watch him workout, something about the way he jogs captivates you. Maybe it's his chest, how it moves as he takes each stride — up and down as if his pecs are filled with a semi-solid gelatin — or his butt, and how it stays perfectly firm with each impact his feet make on the running belt... whatever it may be, it keeps you somewhat entertained as you wait for him to wrap up, and calms you down with a steady ease. In your muscle-induced trance, you stare at Ethan's beefy hands as he yanks his water bottle out of the cupholder on the arm of the machine, slugs it down, and puts the bottle back in its place. "Alright," he sighs, stepping off from the treadmill, "Thats enough of that. I think I'm gonna call it quits early. I'm not feeling too well, all of a sudden."

His muscles no longer bouncing before your eyes, you find yourself free from his sweaty entrancement and eager to finally get home, to get the rest you need... but as Ethan makes his way over to his bag, you notice that something about him is... off. He looks ill — sickly, and almost green in the face — and he walks with a bit of a hunch. "What's up with you," you ask, "Push yourself too hard? D'you pull a muscle in your back, or something?"

With his workout bag hanging from his palm, he waddles over to you, struggling to stand up straight. "Nah. I think I just drank too much water a second ago. Shouldn't have gulped down that much as quickly as I did. I'll be fine, I just need to burp or something."

Concerned, you stand up from the floor and offer him your shoulder for support. He's heavier on your arm than usual, and his armpits smell completely rancid — but none of that matters to you... you'll suffer the smell of his b.o. for a few minutes if it means that you finally get to leave the gym. "H—How's this," you ask, "You comfortable? I don't wanna cause you any more pain than you're already in, E. I heard that your stomach could pop if you drink a ton... Grayson told me that once. Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. I can drive you home if you need."

"Too much for me?" He scoffs, suddenly letting his fragile ego get the best of him. "Fuck that! I'm not the one who almost passed out after one measly hour of cardio, dude... I think I can deal with a little bit of pain! You know better than to listen to Gray! He's got no idea what he's talking about." His damaged pride providing him a second wind, Ethan yanks his arm off of you with all the strength he can muster, and starts hobbling toward the locker room on his own. "I'm going to get the rest of my stuff," he calls out, panting like a sick dog, "I'll be right back."

His sudden outburst catches you off guard... it wasn't at all the reaction you were expecting when you offered him your help. He's always had a bit of an ego problem, but you wouldn't have ever guessed it would get the better of him at a time like this, when he's so obviously suffering. You know how it fills to be full of water — to be burdened with that sloshy, bloated feeling... like you could vomit at any moment — it's not pleasant. He needs your support right now... far more than he may think he does.

With not a single idea of what else to do in your mind, you run into the locker room after him... only to find him leaned helplessly against his locker, holding onto his stomach for dear life, and fighting to calm his heavily labored breath. "Oh my god," you shout, running to his side, "I thought you said you could deal with the pain, E! What the fuck! Are you okay?"

Awaiting an answer, you throw his arm across your shoulders once again, and prop him up on his own two feet. The sour smell of manly b.o. seizes your nostrils almost instantaneously — wafting from his hairy, sweat-soaked armpits — overwhelming you with its stench. Its almost as if the muggy atmosphere in the locker-room air has amplified its might somehow — provided it with just the right amount of humidity, and mixed it with the stench of a dozen other men — making it almost unbearable to inhale. Despite the strength of his body odor, you do your best to ignore it... holding your breath like you're under water. "Fuck," you mumble to yourself, "You smell like shit."

Ethan's stomach gurgles with an incredible tremor — sounding as though it's about to explode — and drops inside him as soon as he stands upright... and then, to the surprise of you both, he lets out the biggest burp you've ever heard in your life. It's a deep, eruptive force of wind, like you've never heard before... not from him, at least.

"BRUUUUHTT! Mmm-hmm... I'm fine," he answers, pushing you down onto an empty bench, "See? It was just a little... URRRP... gas, just like I said." With the stench of his body — drenched in sour sweat — ripe in the air, and his belch swirling around your face, you feel like you could pass out. You've dealt with dozens of ungodly odors before, that have all come out of him, but this one definitely ranks high on the list of his worst... it's absolutely sickening.

"What the fuck," you yell, "Why'd you-... woah, Ethan! Have you seen your stomach? It's huge! No wonder you feel so awful! Just look at you!" Staring up from your seat on the bench, you come face to face with his hugely distended gut — gawking right at it. He looks as though he's got a big balloon sat inside him... over-inflated, and tight... quite the opposite of his usual, defined abs. He doesn't say a single word in response — instead, turning to his locker, and digging around for something inside the messy compartment. He smells so bad with his back to you... even worse than he did just a few seconds ago. It seems that his foul musk just keeps growing stronger in the stuffy locker room air — and with the thick, sappy sweat running down from his shoulders, collecting at the small of his back, and pooling up in his ass crack, you're down wind for some foul stuff.

"Here it is." He grunts, yanking a plain gray T-shirt out from his overcrowded storage space — his stinking ass jiggling around in your face. "I thought I took it home with me yesterday, but it's still here. We can leave once I put it on." He turns back toward you, trying his hardest to pull it down over his water-belly — but no matter how hard he tugs at the cloth, it just won't go. "Shit! C'mon. No way, it doesn't fit."

"What do you mean, it doesn't fit? You literally wore that shirt yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, and it fit me just fine. What the fuck!"

Rising up from your seat, you take hold of either side of the end of his T-shirt, and start yanking at it as hard as you can... but even with all your might, you're unable to pull it down over his gut. "This isn't gonna work," you tell him, running your hand along his sweat-covered belly, "Just wear the shirt you came here in, it's pretty loose, right? It should cover you fine."

The surface of his belly is super taut underneath your hand... and yet, it's somewhat doughy to the touch. You can feel every ounce of liquid that he guzzled down — all sloshing around inside him, just below his thick skin — like his gut has become a big water balloon, with a thick rubber lining.

"Yeah," he reluctantly answers you — easing up to your gentle hand, "It should fit me. Fuck! I really shouldn't have drank so much after the treadmill... that was such a stupid thing to do. I feel like I'm fucking pregnant... with a fucking water baby!"

"Yeah, you are," you laugh, sitting back down, "I'd say at least seven months... with twins!" Your butt rested on the bench, you give his belly a couple of love taps — slapping it with your open hands, and socking it with a tight fist — and plant a friendly kiss just above his belly button. "Doesn't look bad on you, ya know. You carry them well."

As if it were on queue — like he knew exactly how to ruin the moment — Ethan rests a single hand on his stomach, and rips out a nasty fart. "Oops," he chuckles, "My bad. Ya know, I just finished running, so... that's probably gonna happen a lot. You know how it is." He smells like shit... like he's had an accident in the back of his shorts... a stench that could burn the hairs out of anyone's nose. Notes of decaying cabbage and old meat substitute products invade the air around you... creating a low-flying cloud of vegan fetor. You've encountered many a nasty fart from him over the years... but just like the stink of his b.o., this time is like nothing you've ever smelled before.

"Don't explain, man... it's fine, E... it's fine." You reply, trying not to breathe. "Just... do whatever you have to do to feel better. Want me to rub your tummy for you? I don't know if it'll help... but it—" You can't even finish asking your question before Ethan forces his stomach against your head — plunging your face nose-first into his shallow, foul-smelling belly button.

"Yeah, sure." He interrupts you, chuckling still. "That definitely helps." You can hear his bellowing laughter rumbling within the pit of his gut... it's like there's a big, booming drum, sat deep inside him.

He runs his hand along the back of your head, then grabs at the nape of your neck, and pulls it away from his body — yanking you out from the rotten hole. "What the fuck, Ethan!" You gasp — free to take in a full breath. "You fucking stink! Don't do that!"

"Okay... okay! It was just a joke... it's not that serious." He mutters, pushing himself hard against your face, yet again — this time, just to spite you. "Besides, there's no way I could possibly smell worse than you... as out of shape as you are. Look at you... MMMPH... drenched in sweat, like a big fatass. I bet you couldn't jog from here, to the front entrance, and back, without getting winded. What's a little stink gonna do?"

Your nostrils still lodged within the reeking depths of his navel, you take a big sniff, and free yourself once more. "You calling me a fatass, Ethan?" You squawk. "Seems like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think? I bet I could do laps around this place... if I really wanted to... but... I don't. And anyway, you look like you're carrying twin water-babies right now. You're the fattest son of a bitch here! And, like I said, you stink. You need to clean your fucking belly button! It smells like shit! I feel like I've been pushed nose-deep into a dumpster. The only reason I'm still touching this thing is because you're so weak... and — me being a good person and all — I can't be rude to someone who's so clearly pregnant." Resting your chin against his belly, you give it a playful nibble, and begin to rub on it again — having said your piece.

"Alright... touché. Well, uh... since you're such an upstanding person, who's good to folks in my, uh... situation... why don't you help me feel a little better? Huh? I'm so weak, and so stinky, and so... pregnant, right? I'm in need of some care."

"Fine." You snicker, your mouth pressed softly to his skin. "Just as soon as we get back to your place, I'll help you pass this bloating. I'll do anything, E. Shit, I'll wait on you hand and foot if that's what you want. Now, get your stuff together, and let's go. My legs are killing me... I don't think I'll be able to walk by the end of the day."

"I'm good." He replies, watching lazily as you continue to rub his stomach. "As great as that sounds... you waiting on me, and all... I don't think I can move right now. I feel so heavy, ya know... like I got a tub of water inside me. And even if I could move... I'm not gonna head back out there looking like this. If you're going to help me feel better, you gotta do it here. How about giving the babies a few kisses? I don't know about them, but that'd make me feel a lot better."

His eyes heavy, Ethan shoots you a wicked grin... waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. It's almost as if he's got something else in mind... and alternative goal, that he won't divulge on just yet. You've always known him to be an unserious, jokey guy... but now — for the first time in years — it seems like he's trying to cross a line with you... wavering between his odd sense of humor, and a subtle perversion. It's just like that old saying goes — give a man an inch; he'll try to go the full mile... and Ethan's a real limit pusher. "You did say that you'd do anything, right? Go ahead, kiss 'em. Help their daddy out."

"What?" You question him, surveying the room with shifting eyes — in search of any unlucky bystanders. "That's... that's sick, Ethan! What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the washing-up area is full of showering men, you lower your voice to a near-whisper, and lean in closer to his body — doing your best not to be heard by anyone. "There are people in here, and cameras all over the place. Someone could see us! Let's just go back to your house! Please? I swear, I'll do whatever you want."

"So what?" He grunts, his naughty smile twisting into a stern grimace. "A few wandering eyes never hurt anyone before. We're in a men's locker room, dude... I promise you, worse shit has happened in here. Last week, I fully saw a guy getting his dick sucked over by the trash can. Don't worry." As if to add a final punctuation to his uncaring dismissal of your wariness, he rips out another long, foul fart — shaking the room like an earthquake as the wind escapes his bowels. It's clear from the smell alone that he's still feeling ill... despite his crooked expression — the sickly odor is more than enough to nullify his unworried front. "Nobody's gonna care if they catch us. Just... c'mon!"

Growing agitated, Ethan reaches for one of your hands — grabbing it with a startling force — and buries your pointer finger deep within the putrid shallows of his belly button. "Go ahead," he commands you, "Move it around. Make good on your promise... right here." With a slow, heavy hand, he begins to wriggle the digit around — running it along every ridge and bump that his navel has to bare. He's silent for a brief while... enjoying every moment of your firm touch... then — suddenly — he lets go of your hand, leaving you to explore the shallow hole on your own. "See? It's not so hard, is it? Go on."

The sweaty, shallowed hole clicking and squelching against the tip of your still finger, his thick sweat quickly encases it with a slimy, putrid film. It's an odd sensation... the consistency of the viscous fluid, as it drips from your fingertip... and yet, it's warmth comforts you as it leaks from his feverishly hot flesh.

"No. No, it's not." You mutter to yourself, giving in to his incessant coercion — your gaze being met with his, in an awkward stare-down. "I guess I could... help you out. You... and the babies."

Reluctant, you slowly begin to pleasure him, by your own, nervous volition — fingering his belly button with a steady motion. Though you're still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of performing such an act in a public space, you somewhat enjoy having his eyes on you as you play around inside of his umbilical hole — seeing the fiery lust in his stare, and his bottom lip folding under his teeth. The mere sight of his pleasure is all it takes to change your mind... to convince you that what you're doing is fine, and that Ethan was right; nobody will care if they see you. Compared to what he saw last week what you're doing is tame... far less indecent. You'd let him watch you like this all day if you could — gawk at you, with those sultry eyes of his — though, in a perfect world, you'd be performing other, dirtier favors for him.

"Mmm... that's good," he moans, pushing out another huge fart, "Sorry." He knows exactly what he's doing — violating your nostrils with such a rancid odor... getting his rocks off, as you satisfy his perverted desire — and, although his airy transgression is inexcusable, you can't help but to revel in it... to keep exploring, eagerly, as you inhale the great stench of his nasty 'mistake.'

"Wow," you gasp, "You smell awful, E! That's foul! And I think... I think I'm starting to like it. The way you stink... your strong body. Look at your pecs and your stomach, they're perfectly round! Mmm... and they smell bad too... manly, like your sweat."

"Oh yeah. I'm so gross and gassy after my workout. Hey... if you like my pecs so much, how bout you... give 'em a suck. Help me out, here."

Without hesitation, you sit up straight on the bench and begin to tease his nipple with your tongue — licking on it, until you feel comfortable enough to take it between your lips. Flowing out of him like breast milk, your mouth fills up with sweat... the salty, bittersweet juice. "You taste so good, Ethan. My mouth is already so full of you."

"Is it, now?"

"Yeah. Full of your delicious sweat... no... your milk. Is this what you'll feed your babies with? Have I had the first taste?" You begin to trace your tongue in a triangular pattern, all around his body — beginning with both of his nipples, and going down to his belly button — coating all three areas in your spit. "It's liquid gold."

Ethan shivers, and places his hand on either side of his gut — rubbing it as he moans, "Yeah, you are. My milk is all yours. Keep going... just like that." His deep voice slowly turns into a series of aggressive grunts, and his body loses control, letting go of more wind. He's so sexy to you — all big and gassy... his belly sloshing around as he plays along with your pregnancy talk — but as much as you want to take things further — pull down his pants and go to town right in the middle of the locker room, until he gives a long, airy birth to the twins — you simply can't work up the nerve to do so... not here.

Who knows what must've happened to those guys last week? If Ethan saw them, the three of them couldn't have been alone in the room. They had to have faced some drastic consequences. What became of the devious couple?

Discouraged from going any farther, you continue to cover his sweaty body in your saliva — looking around the room once more.

"Oh my god," Ethan wails, throwing his head back as you flick your tongue around inside his navel, "that's amazing. Keep goi-... wait, did you hear that?" Frightened, you immediately remove your mouth from the sour hole and look around, only to hear a disembodied voice yell, "There they are! The two perverts in the locker room! The pregnant guy, and his weird sub!"

As quickly as they left your body, all of the feelings of worry and suspicion rush back into your body... filling you with a terrible anxiety.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! We gotta get out of here, E! This is the last time I EVER let you rope me into something!" As quickly as you can, you rise to your feet and pull Ethan's shirt from his bag — dropping it over his stomach. This time, it fits around his bloated figure — unlike his last one — and covers his well-lathered belly. "Let's go! Go! Go!"

The two of you walk swiftly out of the gym, hiding Ethan's gut behind his bag as you speed past a muscly security guard... a gigantic brute, that you're almost certain wasn't in the building before.

What if those guys from last week ran into him? No doubt they were beaten to a pulp.

Exploring his body was fun while it lasted, but now, you've got to get out of dodge — and make it to the safety of his car. Your fun will just have to continue at home... where the two of you can be alone.

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Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

[roleplayfinder]

Hello, 30+, she/her, gmt+1 here, hoping to find someone to rp mxm A/B/O (Omegaverse) on discord with. 🌻 I tend to write 2 to 4 paragraphs, my tagging speed varies from once per day to every three days so please be bear with me. Note that I'm also hoping to write mpreg (but it isn't a requirement). Really, at this point, I'm just on my hands and knees for some omegaverse, haha.

Now for more details:

My character is a himbo omega in his early/mid twenties. He's a very affable and emotionally mature guy but struggles academically. While he can put his foot in his mouth, don't mistake this for him being a pushover. He's happy to lend a helping hand and is a sucker for praise but he's got a spine of steel and can be quite bullheaded when he's trying to make a point though he will do so without raising his voice.

Used to be a hardcore gym rat to cope with his home life during his late teen years but has since mellowed out and relaxed his workout regiment into something healthier. Physically, he's still not your classic omega as he's tall and buff and he himself is, well, not ignorant of his own status but rarely objects when people treat him like a beta.

I'm really open to playing a lot of tropes with him. Arranged marriage? Check. Fake relationship? Check. Age gap? Check. Wanna change this setting into a historical or fantasy one? Check. Darker themes of him having a stalker or being manipulated into entering a relationship? Check. If you have suggestions, I'm all ears!

Like this post and I'll reach out.

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[tomsbly]

only after waking up on New Year’s Day did he notice his Thanksgiving present

his friend didn’t lie when he said it was a gift that would keep on giving (and growing)