Zac loved the fishing, just like the last time. Actually, I don’t think it’s the fishing he likes, just reeling it in. He pulls it in till the fish is right beneath us, and then asks me to take over and put it back. It’s pretty cute.
I had a swim as soon as we arrived, so at least now the patch of damp from Adams jizz leaking out of me is blended in with the rest of the damp in my shorts.
It was nice being out here with Zac. Kids aren’t judgemental like adults it meant that I could be topless and get used to my body a bit. Seeing I was shirtless, Zac shucked his shirt off too. And thrown it into the water. I gave him my jumper to keep him warm.
I set him up with his lunch, and went for a walk to the waters edge. Looking down into the water, I saw my bellied form looking back at me, my shorts tight against my stretched hips. I’d only known Adam a few days, but already he had changed my body profoundly. I decided I liked the belly: it was a nice contrast to my muscles arms and legs.
My phone buzzed. It was Adam
“Meet at 325 Main Street, 3.30.”
“I’m coming to your house tomorrow eh?” Zac asked on the way in.
“Yes you are my man!Give your mum some alone time eh!” I said enthusiastically.
“Can we do baking?” He asked.
I dropped Zac home early, eager to meet Adam in time. Main Street was busy as people hurried home in a rush to get to lunch. Eventually I tracked down the address. It was the gym, must be the one he works at.
Shit. I’d given Zac my jumper. I was in extremely tight gym shorts. I didn’t want to let Adam down.... I took a deep breath in, sucking in my gut to the most of my ability. If I breathed shallow I could hold it in relatively flat.
My phone buzzed, it was Adam: “Where you at? I’ve got a friend who wants to meet you.”
I sucked in my gut, and walked to the gym.
A cold wave of airconditioned and sweaty air embraced me as I went through the sliding doors. There was no one at the desk, so I scanned the room and headed towards Adam, who was spotting a guy in the weights area.
I moved closer carefully sucking in my gut. Adam saw me and frowned, looking down at my gut. He racked the weight, and the guy on the bench sat up. It was Mr Davidson, our neighbour, and Zac’s father. Oh my god. He looked me up and down.
“Hi Mr Davidson.” I muttered.
He was a man in his late 20s. Toned, with short dark hair. Think young professional.
Mr Davidson just turned to Adam, “I thought you said you’d got him fat. He’s hardly what I’d call fat.”
I was alarmed: what had Adam being telling him?
I lost concentration, and accidentally let my breath out a little, my gut protruding.
“Oh,” Davidson picked up, “I see: he’s a shy one. You should get him in the massage. After that there’s no chance for him to hide it.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get him set up, and then I’ll be back.” Adam guided me by the shoulder across the room.
“What the fuck was that? You know he’s our neighbour right?” I grilled Adam.
“Calm down little man. He knows what’s happening, and he’s okay with it. You just have a nice massage while I finish up Mr Davidson’s training session, and then we’ll head home.”
I was still in shock: he knew? Adam guided me into a massage room. Nature sounds were playing.
“Lay down Little Man, ill answer any questions you have when we get home. Rest up now, cause it’s going to be another big night for you.”
I knew I shouldn’t be. But I was excited. Excited to find out what I would be once Adam had worked me into his perfect form.
The masseuse entered, and I stripped down to my jockstrap, lying exposed on the table as her warm hands worked my aching flesh. I zoned out for the best part of 45 minutes, as she worked my body and lathered me in oils and treatments. It was amazing.
I came out of my massage stupor to the sound of Mr Davidson’s voice.
I sat up, itching my chest. Adam and Mr Davidson were at the end of the massage table.
They were looking at my body. Shit I’d forgotten to suck in. My distended gut was on display.
“Shit. MR Anderson, you have me a fright. I’m so sorry. I’ll just get some clothes on.”
“What clothes?” Adam asked.
I looked around. There was no clothing around, or towels.
“Hey, this isn’t funny Ada-“
“See you back at the house kid.” Adam left.
“ I’ll tell the wife not to make anything for Zac’s lunch tomorrow. You can expect him around at your house by 8.30” Mr Anderson said, and also left.
I sat there for a moment. Alone, naked, confused, and more than a bit pissed off. They had taken my fucking car keys. Our house was a 10 minute walk.
I stuck my head around the doorframe, and caught the glance of a gym goer. He came over “if you’re asking people for help you might as well stop now. No one here’s going to. Boss’ orders.”
He had already started to walk away. Fuck.
I didn’t have my phone. I didn’t have anything. Just this fucking jockstrap. I looked around the massage room. There was a cupboard in the corner of the room. It’s door was a mirror.
Maybe it had towels, or something- anything- in it that I could use to cover myself. I scratched my chest as I headed towards it. I must be allergic to something they put on me.
Swinging open the cupboard. My heart sank. No towels. Just all the ointments that the masseuse uses. I went to close it, when a label caught my eye: “Skin relaxant: massive stretch without the marks”. Beside it was another: “Goodbye Abs! One application encourages fatty growth”, and another “Make ‘em milky: encouraging milk development in Men”. I could only bring myself to read one more “Aphrodisiac-fat: releases endorphins to make your man fall in love with his growth”.
What the fuck had I signed up to? I closed the cupboard door, and looked at myself in the mirror. My swollen gut hung from my slender frame. I turned on the side. Were my? No. Couldn’t be... I turned to the other side. Were my pecs bigger? I put a hand to one, feeling the hard muscle underneath. I brushed my nipple, and my body surged with an erotic rush. I was going to have to have a serious talk with Adam. This was going too far. I said he could fuck me, not - I gasped.
The man, the stranger who had said I wasn’t getting any help was standing behind me. I could feel his hard cock through his gym shorts against my ass. He had reached between my arms and was massageing my pecs. I went weak at the knees, as he kissed down my neck. He switched between rubbing my pecs, my sensitive nipples, and my belly. I felt electric. I was literally on the top of the world. I wanted him in me. I groaned in pleasure as he pushed me against the mirror, and fumbled with his waistband. My sensitive nipples against the cold mirror sent pleasure rippling through my body. I wouldn’t have known his cock was inside me, except for the slight stimulation of my prostate.
“Fuck, you’re loose” he said in my ear as he started to thrust me against the wall, “Adam must be big.”
My ass offered little resistance to his rhythmic pounding, having been stretched so wide by a real man.
I was used to so much better. I deserved so much better. I wanted Adam.
The man fucked me for a pitiful amount of time before groaning, and shuddering, and removing his cock from my ass.
“Thanks buddy.” He said, pulling up his pants. “After seeing your ass, I Thought I’d take mercy on you”. He gestured to a towel that he had placed on the massage table.
I arrived home 20 minutes later, panting, with the towel wrapped around my waist. I was fucking furious- firstly, because I couldn’t believe that I was panting, after just walking home, and secondly because Adam had just fucking left me there, to be fucked by that sorry excuse for a man.
As I went up the stairs to my front door, I felt the hot drip of that random mans jizz out of my battered hole, and oozing down my leg.
I knocked. Waited for a moment. Then thought “why the Fuck am I knocking on my door. He’s the guest”. I swung it open with force.
Adam was watching TV on the couch. Some kind of football game.
He called out, not even looking around: “Come over here, Little Man. I want you on all fours, ass towards me.”
His voice. His amazing, sexy voice. I was disarmed. My anger vanished, and was replaced by... by obedience. I obeyed. On all fours, I watched the T.V, like a dog. He stuck his fingers in my cum dripping hole.
“You been having some fun, Little Man?”
“No Sir,” I replied, “I could only think of you the whole time”
We watched the game, while he played with my ass, gradually increasing the fingers inside me. I squelched each time he thrust in. I loved it. Feeling him inside me. Then he moved to his whole fist. I groaned in delight as he sank into me, up to his forearm. He thrust into me gently, over and over. I was growing in delight, in the ecstasy of him being in me. Then I heard a phone ringing.
“Stay there” Adam commanded. I felt the cold air, deep in my gaping ass. He returned, and placed the phone on the ground in front of me. I looked at the screen it was Mum. Adam sank his fist inside of me.
“Answer it,” he said “ Put it on speaker” I swiped the screen.
“Hi-ugh Mum” I said, as his fist grazed my prostate. He started to increase the pace
“Hi Boys, how’re you getting on?” She asked
“All good here!” Adam called, “right Shane?”
“Yeah-hmm right-t as rain” he was fucking me hard with his fist. I quickly smacked the hang up button as the strongest orgasm I had ever felt rain through my body, and I yelled out in pleasure, my cock spurting shot after shot into my jock, a spermy stain appearing in the fabric.
“Great work Little Man,” Adam said, “must be time for your dinner.”
Again, he funneled the liquid into me, and the drowsiness hit, and time spun, and his cock was deep in me, and the huge dildo was deep in me, and his fist was in me, and more liquid, and I felt tight, and my hips were spread wide and-
There was knocking. Knocking at the door. I looked at my clock. 8.30. Shit. Zac was here.
I rolled over in the bed. No Adam. Just a note from him: “Working early, have a great day Little Man”.
“I’m coming!” I yelled out to Zac.
I jumped out of bed. I was just wearing my cum stained jock. I went to the drawers, shuffling through to find a pair of pants. Yes! Shorts.
I pulled them on and- they stopped, midway up my thigh, refusing to go any higher. Shit. Shit. Dressing gown!
I moved to the door, hastily tying up the robe, and opened the door.
Mr Anderson was standing there, holding Zac’s hand.
He walked inside, and set down a bag of Zac’s things, Zac ran to jump on the couch.
Mr Anderson turned to me: “Open your robes.” His order ran over me. No. I thought.
“Drop your robes”, he repeated. His voice was amazing and sexy and I. I spread my robe, and let it fall to the floor. Looking down, I saw that my gut had swollen, to twice the size of yesterday and my pecs were.
“Zac!” Mr Anderson called, “Shane has got your breakfast. Get on your knees Shane.”
I obeyed. I loved it. I was at his complete mercy.
Zac came running over. He looked at me: “Shannne! You’re huge! So much bigger”
The boy stepped forward, and ran a hand over my pec. I was alarmed by my nipple stiffening. Then Zac pushed his lips to my nipple and I felt a slight pull, and release. Something was flowing from my breast. He was suckling milk from me. Mr Anderson took my other nipple in his mouth and drank deeply from me. I groaned as they consumed from my pecs, father and son.
After he had his full, Mr Anderson left. Zac went to watch TV.
I went to my room. The me in the mirror was so different. My body was swollen: my belly distended- sucking in didn’t put a dent in its size. My pecs were huge, and puffy and soft, the muscle I held felt yesterday lost underneath a layer of maternal fat and milk. As I watched, a drop of milk beaded at my thick nipple and dropped to the floor. Holy shit.
I turned all the way around, reaching back to touch my stretched asshole. Shit. I tapped plastic. There was a dildo in me. I hadn’t even noticed. But it felt nice, having it there. It was comforting and full, like when Adam was in me.
I tried on each of my clothes. None of them fit me. My stretchiest shorts couldn’t even slip over my huge hips. I was so glad for the elastic jockstrap I was wearing, dispite the jizz stain.
Zac called from the TV: “Shaaaane! I want mooore”.
My body obeyed his demand, and the small drip of milk was replaced by a heavy dribble.
I didn’t know what to do with myself so I spent the day in my robe, cooking and cleaning and getting the house tidy. After all, Mum would be home tomorrow. Zac demanded milk from me throughout the day, and my body happily obliged.
Mr Anderson came around at 3.30 to collect Zac, and drank deeply from my breasts. It was amazing.
Adam arrived home at 4. I lay in wait in my bedroom, naked, jockstrap free. He entered the house.
“Shaaane? Where are you little man?
He came in, and looked me up and down. “You’re looking fucking sexy” he kissed his way down my neck, and drank from me. His touch was like no other. He pulled the dildo from my ass, and I stripped him of his pants, sucking his cock. He plunged his massive dick down my throat, and I took him easily, my body perfectly adapting to his girth. He played with my nipples, and milk dripped from me as he fucked my throat. He flipped me, and raised my feet up to his shoulders, over my jiggling belly, I could see his tense abs, and his look of sexual arousal, as he sank his cock into my ass. He held me by the belly, pulling me back against each thrust he took into my ass. He’d never fucked me like this before. I could feel every vein on his huge cock, rippling through me and-
“OH MY GOD! ADAM?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON?”
In the doorway was mum. She reeled away from the doorway. Adam paused for a moment, then fucked me faster and tougher than before, I cried out as he brought himself to orgasm, and I felt his seed flowing in and through me a amazing torrent of heat in my gut. Milk streaming from my tits.
He pulled from me hurriedly, and went to talk to mum. I was so dazed by the fucking, I couldn’t make out what was being said, my mind still in erotic euphoria.
I woke up. The house was quiet. I waddled to the kitchen. I’m still trying to combat the weight that Adam added to my body. Mum is cold to me still. She shoves toast across the counter to me. I shove it back. She’s the one eating for two.
Turns out that before she caught Adam fucking me, she’d already let him sow seeds in her. She was due in two weeks. I’m excited to have a baby brother, and a bit sad that my only lasting gift from Adam is milk producing tits and a swollen mid section. At least mum got to have his kid.
I moved to the door: “I’m off to do some excercise mum.”
“Lucky you.” She said sourly, cradling her baby bump.
I walked down the street, for 20 minutes. When I arrived I was panting. I walked through the doors to Adam’s gym. No one else was here this early.
“Hey Little Man!” He called.
He came over from the weights section, his hand dipping under my shirt to cradle my weighty belly. He kissed me deeply, and I sighed as he slipped a finger inside my ass. He was so fucking amazing. He pushed me back, against the reception desk, and lifted me up to sit on it. He pulled off my shorts, I never wear underwear now, and I pulled of my shirt. He pulled his thick cock out from over his waistband, and plunged it into my greedy ass. I fucking loved it, feeling him in me. This was my favourite part of each day, my morning fuck. Each day felt better and better, I felt more full and erotic each time. The desk creaked as he thrust into me. Fuck he was good. He slipped a finger in on each side of his cock, pulling my pussy lips wider apart. Then he fucked me. Hard. I cried out and it wa a glorious and then- a soft pop. I felt my tense belly relax slightly, and a hot liquid rush through me, dripping from my ass onto the floor. But Adam hadn’t come yet. I looked to him. He grinned and continued to fuck me as the liquid dripped out, aided by the plunging of his dick. I moved my hands to my belly, holding it, to lessen its swinging movement.
I felt something under my skin shift. It moved. I groaned. And my body spasmed, my ass clenching and then relaxing. Adam’s cock delivered his load into me as my ass spasmed again, and my body shifted. He removed his dick, but my ass didn’t move to shut after him. The pressure inside me was just as much as when his cock was in me.
The unbearable urge to push rushed through my abdomen, and I did.
“Good work little man, you’re doing well” he encouraged, “all that stretching is really going to help now”. I screamed as the baby shifted lower in my guts, and I pushed again, it’s head clearing my ass. Adam guided his son free of my body, and pressed it to my chest as it began to wail. On cue, my tits leapt into action, secreting spurt after spurt of milk. The baby latched, and Adam looked at me fondly.
“Twins next time?” He asked, massaging my battered asshole.
