This one got feedback well in excess of my expectations. Thanks for all your comments and emails.
All good things come to an end… Thanks for one hell of a ride, bro. Hoping I can do this genre as much justice when I tackle it a little later this year…
It’s not my story but I’m very happy with how it fits into the Cornell universe. Speaking of which, I’m wrapping up my last chapter for that story and should have it out soon.
After his first hour in the gym he stopped to take a visual inventory in the mirrored wall, running through his builder poses. He wore just a jockstrap, the most comfortable thing ever invented for a knocked up jock, even though his Stag sized cock required a bigger pouch. He started with front double biceps, front lat spread and side chest. He’d built up so much from his swim team days, the Rut giving him the best chest gainz ever. He was about to shift into back double biceps when his nose caught a distinct smell.
Pickles.
He dropped his pose and started sniffing around. Pickles were the the one craving he developed since getting knocked up. There was only one thing better than pickles, he thought, and that was pickles with…
Shhhhhhhhhkchhhhhhhhh – the sound of whipped cream spray.
Stu looked around eagerly for the source of his favorite sound. It was only since getting knocked up that he care about pickles or whipped cream. But fuck, he could not get enough.
“Hey Stu,” called Jamie from the stairwell. Beside him was Chad, Forrest and Abe, each on just a jockstrap under their pregnant bellies, and each with a dripping pickle. Abe also wore an oversized football jersey. His jock was dropping pickle juice, and he held the gallon jar hoisted on a shoulder.
“Hey Stu buddy,” said Abe in his gravelly voice, “want somma this?”
“Mmmm,” groaned Stu, nodding yes as he watched the juice drip from Abe’s saturated jock.
“Sunday Stu rules,” said Chad. “Stag Buck gets all the pickles he can eat. We get tits, ass, cock, whatever – but don’t let the Stag cum till last.”
Chad looked around and everyone nodded yes.
“What’re we waiting for?” thundered Abe. “Let’s fuck!”
I love this so much, and I’m proud as hell to have been involved in its gestation, but damn do I hate to see this end. Bravo, Merc. It’s a masterpiece.
Joey rested his beefy shoulder against the door and pushed until resistance stopped him. The door was cheap and hollow and the lock flimsy. He repositioned himself and threw his full weight at the door centered on his shoulder. He shoved once, twice and on the third time the chain lock jerked free and the door swung wide open.
Inside Lane was on his knees, his torso supported on his lean outstretched arms barely peeping his pregnant belly from scraping the floor. Behind him lost in a deep rut, Brodie slammed his fat cock deep into Lane again and again. He was oblivious to Joey’s presence and even Lane’s response, nearing a full on breeding.
Wordlessly, Joey dropped his backpack and the bag of burgers to the floor.
Lane was drenched in sweat as he took Stag cock deep in his guts, compressed from the pregnancy occupying his already small frame. He almost laughed through gritted teeth at the surprise of Joey, as he took slam after slam.
Continued exposure to Stu, combined with some regular ways to blow off steam, let Joey function reasonably in the presence of the Stag Buck. But being in the presence of a new Stag, and one in full rut, was more than Joey could take. He broke out into a sweat, and stripped off his tank, exposing his 8 month belly and his rock hard nipples.
He shoved a hand under his belly into his shorts that were slick with precum and ass secretions.
“Fuck meee,” groaned Joey, feeling his anus swell and pulse at his fingertips. “Bro please.”
Joey gave one of his pecs a rough squeeze, and a single bead of white fluid escaped his nipple, and ran down his pec and then his round belly in a thin streak. Brodie gasped and shook. He moaned and felt as his balls forced the start of a hot load into his Buck’s tight hole. Lane too erupted, but his gushing cum was just ordinary, and he continued to take Brodie’s Stag load long after his own was complete. Brodie’s body dumped cum into Lane over the course of at least five minutes, enough to fill him and then gush out onto the floor.
While Brodie unloaded he looked at Joey’s belly and tits with Rut-driven longing. But once his ejaculation began, he was locked in and couldn’t separate from his Buck for anything. Finally he was left gasping and sweating, his thick muscular frame heaving as he dislodged his cock and nearly dropped to the floor.
Tales from Under the Mattress 