Morph based on: https://x.com/rugger_red/status/2061114170850865562
After training the locker room always smells the same — sweat, mud, cheap body wash, and something heavier that only appears when a few of the lads are carrying.
They strip without shame. Big, heavy bodies still warm from the pitch. Some of them are clearly pregnant now — bellies round and low, skin tight and shiny under the lights. The ones who aren’t carrying yet look at them with a mix of hunger and respect. Because here, getting knocked up by the team isn’t something you hide. It’s something you carry in front of everyone.
They move to the showers together like always.
The water is hot. Steam rises fast. At first it’s normal — washing backs, rinsing off the worst of the dirt. But it never stays normal for long.
Someone’s hand stays on a pregnant belly a little too long. Fingers spread wide over the curve, thumb slowly stroking the tight skin. The lad who’s carrying doesn’t pull away. He just leans back slightly against the guy behind him, letting out a low breath when another kick rolls under the palm.
“Fuck… he’s really going for it today,” someone mutters.
Hands start wandering. Not rushed, not aggressive — just familiar. They’ve done this before. A soapy palm slides down a hairy stomach and wraps around a thick, half-hard cock. Another hand reaches between someone’s legs from behind, cupping heavy balls while the other keeps rubbing slow circles over a pregnant belly. The one carrying groans, head tipping back against a teammate’s shoulder.
Soon they’re all doing it.
Cocks are out, hard and flushed, some of them already leaking. They stroke each other openly under the spray — sometimes their own, sometimes a teammate’s. Someone drops to his knees in front of one of the pregnant lads, not to suck, just to press his face against the heavy belly while he jerks himself off. Another guy stands behind the same pregnant player, chest pressed to his back, one arm wrapped around to hold the belly from underneath while his other hand slowly strokes the thick cock in front of him.
It’s not even about finishing fast. It’s about staying close. Feeling each other. The pregnant ones especially — they get touched the most. Hands constantly moving over their bellies, feeling the kicks, sometimes two or three pairs of hands on one gut at the same time. Someone always ends up on their knees or squatting so they can press their cheek to the warm, stretched skin while they stroke themselves.
And sometimes… things slip.
One of the guys — the one with the colorful shorts earlier — is bent slightly forward, hands braced on the tiled wall while two teammates wash him. One in front, slowly soaping up his heavy belly and chest. One behind him. The one behind is hard, cock sliding between the pregnant lad’s soapy cheeks as he “washes” him. It’s not even intentional at first. Just the head catching on the hole, pressing a little, and then — with one slow push — it sinks inside.
The guy getting fucked just drops his head and pushes back, a low groan leaving his throat. The one inside him grips his hips tighter, one hand still spread over the side of his belly, feeling the baby kick against his palm while he fucks him in slow, deep strokes. The others watch for a second, then go back to touching themselves — or each other. Someone steps closer and starts stroking the pregnant guy’s cock while he’s being fucked. Another one leans in and kisses the side of his neck, murmuring something filthy about how good he looks when he’s full.
They don’t stop even though he’s already pregnant.
If anything, it makes it hotter.
Because they all know — he’s already carrying. Already bred. But that doesn’t mean the team stops using him. Doesn’t mean they stop pumping more loads into him when the mood hits. Sometimes they joke about it. “Reckon we can put another one in there before the first one drops?” Someone always laughs, but nobody really says no.
The guy getting fucked in the showers cums first — thick ropes splattering across the tiles and someone else’s hand while the cock inside him keeps moving. A minute later the one fucking him buries himself deep and stays there, pulsing, filling him up even more. When he finally pulls out, a thick string of cum follows, dripping down the inside of the pregnant lad’s thigh before the water washes it away.
Nobody makes a big deal out of it.
They just keep washing. Keep touching. Keep lazily stroking whatever’s still hard. One of the other pregnant players ends up with two guys on either side of him, both of them cumming across his belly at the same time while he holds it up for them like an offering.
By the time they’re done, the water’s starting to run cold and everyone’s breathing heavy.
They dry off slowly. Someone helps one of the heavily pregnant lads get his socks on because bending over has become a mission. Another one gets his back rubbed while he stands there with both hands cradling his belly, eyes half-lidded.
Before they leave, the same ritual as always happens.
They gather around the ones who are carrying. Hands on bellies. Quiet voices. Feeling for kicks. Someone always ends up on their knees, pressing a kiss to the tightest, lowest part of a belly while the others watch. It’s not even sexual anymore at that point. It’s just… theirs.
Then they get dressed, grab their bags, and head out into the night like nothing happened.
In this team, you don’t carry alone.
And you don’t fuck alone either.
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