Breed Me

New "short" story with another sexy pic from Fulleclipsehex. Lemme know what you think!

Breed Me

By

Brimmingbelly04 

Image By

Fulleclipsehex

“You sure this is where you're goin’?” The cabbie asked as he looked back in the rearview mirror. 

Lance looked up from his phone and out the window. The cab, a minivan he'd had to pay extra to get, had come to a stop in the dilapidated parking lot of an old and very rundown strip mall.

“This is it,” he confirmed. 

“Where?” The cabbie frowned as he looked around. “Nothin's open. Everything's closed, for good by the looks of it!” He grunted. 

“The Eagle's around back,” Lance replied as he started prepping for his exit, first by pulling his wallet from his coat pocket. “So what's the damage?”

“Woof…” the cabbie grunted again as he looked at his meter. “$125. Sorry, I…”

“It was a long ride and you have a bigger vehicle,” Lance said as he pulled eight twenty dollar bills out and handed them over. “Thanks.”

 “Thank you,” the cabbie said as he took them. “How you plan on gettin’ home?” He asked. 

“Not sure yet.”

 “How long are you gonna be?”

 “Not sure yet,” Lance repeated as he struggled to get himself unbuckled. 

The cabbie grunted again as he pocketed the bills then pulled a pen and small notebook out. “Here,” he said after scribbling on a page, tearing it out and handing it back. “My number. Call or text. Can't promise I'll reply or get here quick, but I still might be your best shot,” he said as he looked back in the mirror again. “Lotta people won't come out this way,” he shook his head. “Ubers and…”

“Lyfts included, I know,” Lance finished for him. “That's why I ended up calling you!” He smirked. 

“Right,” the cabbie said as he reached up and hit the button to open his sliding door. “If you text, tell me who you are,” he nodded. “Tell me you're…”

“The giant preggo?”

 “Yeah…”

“Will do. Thanks again,” Lance said as he started slowly working himself out of the minivan, enormous belly first. “You might… hear from me later,” he grunted as he stood. “Or maybe tomorrow morning…” he chuckled as he slowly turned and adjusted his coat. 

The cabbie turned to look at him through the open door. He'd been staring back at Lance through the rearview mirror most of the hour long drive, but he was only getting his first good look at his fecund passenger now that he was back on his feet. 

“So this Eagle place… Is it a bar?” He asked. 

“It's more of a club,” Lance replied. 

“Like a dance club?”

 “Not exactly…” he chuckled. “Some people do dance, but it's not really what the place is known for,” he winked. 

“I see… And they're gonna let you in like… Like that?” The cabbie asked, raising his brows as he nodded in Lance's direction. 

The preggo nodded back. “They'll let me in.”

The cabbie grunted again. “Well, uh… Have a good time,” he nodded. 

“Thanks, I plan to.”

 “Don't, uh… Don't dance too hard,” he cautioned. 

“I won't,” Lance assured with another wink as he spread his legs a little wider, not only for additional baLance and stability, but to give his brimming balls a little more room between his thick thighs. 

“Before you go…” the cabbie said. 

“Yeah?”

 “You gotta tell me… How many?”

“How many what?” 

“Babies!” He laughed. 

“Oh, just seven,” Lance shrugged as he placed his hands on the bulging sides of his giant, still almost perfectly round middle. 

“Just seven?! Shit!”

 He sighed in (mock) disappointment as he looked down at himself. “I was hoping for more…”

The cabbie balked. “What?! You've gotta be…”

“Kidding?” Lance laughed as he raised his gaze back to the older man. “I am!”

“Good!” The cabbie huffed before nodding again. “So yeah… Just call or text if you, uh… Don't end up poppin’ in there!” He chuckled as he shook his head. 

“Will do,” Lance said again with a smirk before turning and slowly starting to waddle off. 

*****

The walk from the lot around to the back of the strip mall where The Eagle's entrance was located, wasn't a long one, at least not distance wise… But since Lance was making it at a slow and ponderous waddle, the journey took him a couple minutes.

It was still early, so no one was leaving the club yet. No one else was entering either, allowing Lance to make his journey on his own, relatively speaking, anyway. As he did, he continually fiddled with his coat, a long, black trench he'd just purchased, which was the first thing to adequately cover him in months.

It did nothing to hide or mask the size of his belly, but to be fair, nothing could've. At least the trench coat fully covered it and the rest of him, especially seeing as Lance had next to nothing on under it. 

When the bouncer stationed outside the door heard his labored breaths and heavy steps approaching, he looked up from his phone and released a large exhale of cigarette smoke. The bald, mustachioed mountain of a man's eyes bulged as they took Lance in. As a bouncer at The Eagle, he was used to seeing a lot of different looking men, many wearing next to nothing, even before they entered the club, but it'd been a long time since he'd seen anyone as pregnant as Lance, if he ever even had…

“Big mama!” He said as Lance handed over his ID. 

He knew he didn't have to. He was thirty-four and looked every day of it, if not even a few years older (in a good way.) 

“Big mama, indeed,” Lance smirked at the bouncer, who didn't even bother looking once at his license. 

“You, uh…” the big, bald, burly man hesitated. “You been here before?”

“It's been a minute, but I have,” the preggo nodded. 

“Um…” the bouncer said hesitantly as he handed Lance his license back. 

“Yes?” He asked as he returned it to his wallet. 

“Why are you here tonight?”

“Why do you think?” Lance asked with a wag of his brows. 

The bouncer didn't respond. He just continued to look Lance up and down. After a few more seconds, the most pregnant man he'd ever seen, replied,”

“I wanna be bred,” placing a heavy emphasis on the last word. 

“Bred?!” The bouncer laughed, eye brows shooting up. “Dude! You…”

“Think I'll have any takers?” Lance asked with another wag of his brows. 

The older man grunted. “For sure!” 

“Good!”

 “Have fun in there,” he chuckled as he opened the door. 

“I plan on it,” Lance smirked and nodded as he started waddling inside. 

“Not too much though…” the bouncer cautioned, raising his voice a little though Lance had hardly made any progress. “It always tends to put a damper on things when we gotta call the EMTs for someone…”

“Don't worry…” Lance said over his shoulder. “It might look like I was due months ago, but I've got a little longer to go.”

 “Jesus!”

“See ya later!” He waved as he waddled deeper into the darkness to pay his cover. 

Thanks to the high counter between them, the guy on the other side of it wasn't able to see how big Lance was. If he'd been able to, he probably would've at least doubled the massive preggo's cover fee! 

Once he'd paid his $20 cover, and $5 to rent a locker, Lance headed for the locker room. Inside The Eagle, the music was already pumping, and there were some guys out on the main floor, drinking, talking and dancing a little, but compared to how it was (hopefully) going to be soon, the place was still relatively empty, which was just how Lance wanted it to be when he got there. He knew as soon as the club started to fill up, he'd be getting all the attention he needed, but for the time being, he was happy to be left alone. 

*****

Just as Lance had expected, he had the locker room to himself. Most people who utilized it, those who needed to “change” and/or shed clothes before “presenting” themselves, didn't show up till the evening was a little further underway. Lance had been one of those people, but not anymore… Now, first, foremost and quite obviously, what he was was many people in one, but not for much longer, so long as things went according to plan. 

To his credit, he'd been honest when he told the bouncer he was there at The Eagle to be bred. The full truth was though, that Lance was desperate to get fucked.

While he was in fact incredibly horny, that alone wasn't why he'd decided to come to the club in his condition… The main reason the stupidly fertile twenty-nine year old had returned to The Eagle, a notorious hookup spot, was because he wanted, no, needed to be fucked. Specifically, fucked into labor. 

Why? Because Lance hadn't been honest with the bouncer in regards to when he was due, or rather, when he had been… While his body thought otherwise, he didn't actually have “a little longer to go.” The twenty-nine year old should've given birth weeks ago, especially considering the fact he was carrying seven big babies, but for whatever reason, they seemed content staying put, and though he wished it wasn't, his body was all too happy to continue to accommodate. 

But not anymore if he had any say… Lance was beyond ready to get his life back to himself, especially after having tried everything else he could find, known to induce labor, unfortunately without success. So after some mental back and forth, the inadvertent super preggo decided to resort back to what'd gotten him into this situation in the first place: sex. Lots of it. 

Pregnant or not, but most especially when he was not, in his humble opinion, Lance was a very sexy guy. He was tall, dark, handsome, very muscular and very well-endowed, he just happened to prefer being on the receiving end of things, obviously. Because of all of the above, he could have sex with just about anyone he wanted to, whenever he wanted, and more often than not did. The twenty-nine year old could be quite “adventurous” and loved to have fun. Sometimes, obviously, a little too much. 

It probably wouldn't be the case going forward (tonight excluded,) but previously, Lance had always believed “the more, the merrier.” That's the simple “how and why” the septuplets he'd been carrying for the last thirty-six weeks had come to be… 

Now looking back, Lance very much wished he hadn't decided to celebrate his twenty-ninth birthday in the fashion he had. Turning twenty-nine wasn't a milestone year, other than it was the last year he'd spend being twenty-something, so he'd opted out of celebrating with known friends, and decided to celebrate with new ones, after seeing a post on Sniffies, looking for “the bottom” for what promised to be an “epic gangbang.” 

The gangbang turned out to be without a doubt, epic, in more ways than one… If there was any consolation, it was the fact that Lance had in fact, thoroughly enjoyed being the “center of attention,” but all the time, growing and expanding later, now he was looking to get fucked (and fucked, and fucked) again, in hopes of getting his stubborn brood to leave him.

Very, very few people, male or female, end up carrying as many babies at once, but the majority of those who do, typically end up giving birth to them sometime around the thirty-two week mark. For reasons unknown, Lance “lucked out” and now a month later, he was still pregnant, and really, really didn't want to be anymore, so yes, he did indeed need to be “bred” again. Bred/fucked till he finally went into labor. 

All that being said, Lance wasn't at all looking forward to giving birth, but he needed to, ideally, tonight. If that didn't end up happening, he honestly didn't know what the hell he was going to do, because he was so over being so ridiculously pregnant. 

Not only was enough seriously fucking enough, but he, aka, the babies, were keeping people waiting…

The second he found out how damn pregnant he was, Lance easily decided that he wasn't going to keep the babies. 

Had he ended up knocked up with just one or two, then maybe, or even probably he wouldn't have had a problem, but seven?! There was no way in hell he could've supported and raised that many children on his own. As such, Lance immediately put the septuplets up for adoption. 

Even though he wasn't ready to be a full-fledged father just yet, the twenty-nine year old wasn't ready to fully “abandon” his offspring… Lance made it a point to ensure all of “his” children” would go to good homes. Yes, homes, as in plural, because as it (understandably) turned out, no one “family” was willing to take on/in seven children permanently, all at once. 

Following a couple months of “trying” and waiting for a “crazy” taker, Lance and the adoption agent he'd been working with, came to the smart conclusion that they needed to look into multiple placements… As soon as they made it official, the “offers” started pouring in. 

As soon as that happened, Lance felt a lot better, but then despite his renewed sense of “freedom,” he couldn't help but be compelled to throw two caveats into the mix…

The first was that without being any further involved, he wanted to be sure that the septuplets would remain connected to some degree, even if they didn't grow up spending every day together. As such, whomever he chose to raise “his” children, had to agree that all seven of the siblings would be raised knowing all the others existed, and that they would share some sort of connection. 

His second caveat was that none of the babies would be raised “alone,” meaning he turned down offers from people who were only wanting to adopt one of his seven unintentionally conceived children. In the end, Lance selected three sets of adoptive parents. Two would take “twins,” while the third would take “triplets,” and yes, all those he'd selected had agreed to keep the septuplets in contact, so Lance felt good, knowing he'd done all he could, aside of course from having yet birthed the babies. 

*****

Once he found his locker, conveniently located in the first row, Lance took off his trench coat. As he did, he tried again not to think about the surely sorry state his body was going to be left in once he was no longer pregnant. 

Over the course of his nearly record-breaking carrying, Lance had added a great deal of mass to his body, much of it being literal “baby weight.” With seven babies packed in him, each weighing at least 9 lbs, he was carrying approximately 65 lbs of baby alone, and then there was everything else…

Lance was also forced to lug around what felt (and looked) like gallons of amniotic fluid, there to cushion and protect the babies who'd been sired by only God knows. Fortunately, he'd also added a good deal of muscle, especially to his lower half. This and the fact he'd been in such good shape before getting pregnant, was the only reason he was still as mobile as he was. 

The twenty-nine year old moved with grace, speed and ease anyone else unlucky enough to be sharing his condition would've envied, but that wasn't good enough… Lance longed for the days when he'd been able to touch, let alone see his toes, and when just about everything hadn't come to be such a struggle. 

Don't worry, soon… he silently told himself as he folded his tent of a trench coat and set it in his assigned locker. Maybe… 

Maybe because if he was fortunate enough to get something close to his pre-pregnancy body back, it would only happen after a lot of hard work, including just general recovery. Lance closed the locker, mindful of avoiding his belly while doing so. With his jacket off, all he had on now were his black socks and boots, and a tiny pair of blue briefs he was seriously pushing to their limits. 

As he waddled to the end of the row to check himself out in the mirror, Lance told himself whether he ended up going into labor tonight or nor, he needed to enjoy the experience. A good fucking/breeding session was always fun, but he needed to make the most of this one because after naturally giving birth seven times, it was going to be months before he'd be up to “getting down” again. 

Standing sideways in front of the mirror, the twenty-nine year old ran his hand through his hair to fix it, even though he knew no one was going to be looking at it. Because he didn't fit in his barber's chair anymore, Lance's hair was longer than usual but hopefully, that would come in handy this evening… His longer hair would just be something else for someone to grab and hold onto while they railed him. Mmm…

Satisfied as he was going to be, Lance sighed as he turned and headed out of the locker room. He used his belly to gently push the door open, then stepped back out into the club and took in as deep an inhale as he could through his nose. 

More people had arrived while Lance had been “getting changed,” so The Eagle was starting to smell more like itself. More like men, their sweat and pheromones, their colognes and deodorants (or lack thereof,) alcohol, cigar smoke, and the faint remnants of weed. While he wasn't able to drink at the moment, the miasma of scents was an intoxicating aphrodisiac to the massive preggo as he headed back towards his favorite, “lucky” corner, belly first, of course. 

As he made his way to the dark back of the club, where much of the “magic” it was known for took place, Lance finally started to attract attention. From the front, black socks and boots aside, thanks to how big his belly was, coupled with how low it hung, it looked as though he was naked. 

As such, any and everyone who finally noticed the massive preggo, stopped whatever it was they were doing, and watched as he waddled by. Needless to say, Lance earned himself several woofs, most of which thankfully, sounded appreciative. 

The almost unbelievably fecund twenty-nine year old didn't have to look back to know that not only had he attracted attention, but also some followers. Lance could feel eyes on him, specifically his pregnancy-enhanced ass, as a few guys broke away from their respective groups and slowly started to follow him. 

The Eagle was known for a lot of things, including attracting a more “masculine” clientele… Guys who frequented it were typically bearish and muscular, and many sported beer bellies. Of those who did, no matter how much they liked their suds, none of their bellies were the size or shape of Lance's. His beer-free, baby-packed belly, put all the others to shame. 

While a lot of guys considered being pregnant an emasculating condition, because Lance was so damn pregnant, he still checked many of their boxes. On the right guy, a big, huge belly could be really sexy, and Lance had the biggest belly pretty much anyone had ever seen. That combined with the fact that they didn't have to worry about getting him any more pregnant, made for a winning combination. 

Lance smirked as his favorite corner came into view. Yes, it was all the way at the back of the club, but it was still well traveled, so followers aside, the twenty-nine year old knew there was a good chance he'd end up with a line of guys waiting to fuck him. 

He further slowed his approach as he closed in on the brick wall, then came to a stop when the front of his giant belly bumped against it. Gentle as the bump had been, it caused an immediate reaction within his overloaded womb. All seven of the babies jostled within as much as they still could, earning themselves a slightly pained grunt from their fecund carrier. 

Massive, septuplet-filled belly still pressed against the wall, Lance inhaled “deeply” again through his nose. This section of The Eagle didn't smell quite like the rest just yet, but it would soon. 

Actually, it would smell even better, once some good, old fashioned sex had been added into the mix. Mmm…

“Looks like I showed up right on time…” a deep, somewhat gruff voice said from behind. 

Lance turned back and looked over his broad, right shoulder. As soon as he saw the man speaking to him, a big, genuine grin formed on his handsome, slightly flushed face, because the guy was a stud. Desperate to be fucked into labor, the twenty-nine year old hadn't planned on being all to picky this evening, but he was very happy to see it was going to be getting off to a very sexy start. 

“Is that so?” He asked in his best, seductive tone. 

The stud nodded as he stuck his tongue out and ran it over his lips. As he did so, he also reached down and cupped and stroked the rapidly growing bulge in his tight jeans. Lance's gaze brightened as he watched, once again pleased with what he saw. 

Happy and intently interested as he was, he also noticed the three other guys, who'd come to stand to either side of the stud lucky enough to be the first to breed him. This evening, anyway…

One of them was almost as sexy as the first, a real daddy… The other two, unfortunately not so much, but again, Lance had no intention of being picky. He was at The Eagle because he needed dick. Lots of it, from whomever was willing to provide it. 

“Take it I'm gonna be your first?” The stud said as he stopped stroking his bulge and started working on his belt. “Tonight, anyway,” he chuckled, as he pushed the belt to the side and started working on his jeans. 

“You take it correctly,” Lance confirmed. 

“Have any special requests, big mama?” The hunky, older stud asked as he worked his tight jeans and jockstrap down his thick, muscular thighs. 

Lance wasn't a fan of the nickname (nor was this the first time he'd heard it,) but he wasn't about to complain. The massive preggo took the stud's disrobing as his cue to do the same. For a brief moment, he considered removing his underwear entirely, but decided to keep them on and just lower them in the back, revealing his big, fat ass. 

“Just breed me,” Lance said as he took a small, careful step back, spread his legs, reached out in front of him and leaned forward to brace his hands on the brick wall instead of his belly. 

Speaking of which…

“Mmm!” The stud grunted as the massive orb slowly lowered, its taut, amazingly stretch mark-free underside further spreading the huge preggo's tree trunk legs. 

The front of Lance's belly came to rest just a couple inches above the concrete floor. As it came to a heavy rest, the twenty-nine year old groaned in discomfort from the added strain placed on his back and yet his rock hard cock still twitched in eager anticipation. 

“Fuck…” the stud exhaled as he approached, thick, veiny, fully engorged member leading the way. “Come to papa!” He said, just as Lance's hole winked at him. 

Lance didn't know it because he hadn't been able to see anything “below the belt” in months, but already, without having had a dick up in it in far too long, he was ready to be bred… His hole was prominent and again, even without anything in it, struggled to remain closed, especially with his legs spread so wide. 

The twenty-nine year old moaned when the stud placed his big, strong hands on cheeks. He moaned again as without further ado, the older man sunk all the way into him with ease. 

More men had joined the crowd, each silently sizing their “competition” up and hoping they'd get their go the biggest preggo any of them had ever seen before he blew. They were all glad to know they wouldn't have to worry about getting Lance anymore pregnant than he already was, but many of them were imagining doing so. 

Lance on the other hand, well he was trying to focus on how good it felt to have a cock back up inside him, slowly and steadily pistoning in and out. He didn't imagine himself getting any more pregnant, but to be fair, he'd never imagined himself getting this pregnant to begin with. 

“Fuuuuuck!” He moaned as his belly began to rock forward and back as the stud picked up his pace. “Breed me, daddy!” He breathlessly encouraged. 

*****

An hour later, Lance had been fucked by seven guys. Two of them, including the first stud, had fucked him twice, so he'd taken nine loads, but still nothing. 

Everyone, the overly fertile, twenty-nine year old cum dump, was enjoying themselves, but he needed a break. As soon as the last guy pulled out. Lance took his right hand from the wall and raised it behind him, indicating to whoever was about to have a go at him was going to have to wait. 

“Fuuuck…” he groaned, wincing as he slowly straightened himself. 

Lance's back was killing him. So were his feet. He needed to go somewhere and sit or maybe even lay down. He placed his hands on his lips and slowly turned around. 

For the past hour, he'd either had his eyes closed or been staring at the wall, so he hadn't seen the crowd that'd formed behind him. Hell, Lance hadn't even seen whose loads he'd taken… As he looked around at all the guys odling him, he saw that many of them were stroking themselves, now to the sight of his belly and slightly heaving chest as he fought to catch his breath. 

Yes, Lance had been enjoying himself, but he couldn't help but be disappointed. He'd thought for sure nine back to back fuckings and loads would've done the trick, but he was still pregnant, with no sign of that changing anytime soon. 

Shit. 

The twenty-nine year old looked down at his belly as he moved his hands to its bloated sides. The orb was big and tight as ever, the septuplets packed inside all lulling about as they adjusted to his recent change in position. Lance was still looking down at his enormous pregnancy when a second set of hands suddenly reached out and touched down on it just to either side of his bulging navel. 

He looked up and saw the big hands belonged to the first stud to breed him. 

“Nine loads, two from me,” the handsome older man said proudly. “And still no babies,” he shook his head as he applied gentle pressure with his open palms. 

Lance's eyes widened in surprise. How did the guy…

“Why else would you be here tonight?” The stud asked. “You didn't come here to be bred,” he shook his head again. “You came here to be popped.”

“Busted…” Lance sighed as he looked down at his belly again. “Actually, not…” he sighed again. 

“It's still early,” the stud said with a wag of his brows. “Wanna try again? Third time could be the charm…” he chuckled and winked. 

The huge, twenty-nine year old preggo chuckled back. “Thanks, but I'm done for now. I need to go sit. Hell, I think I need to go home!” He groaned as he rubbed his swell.

As he did, he felt some of the copious amount of cum within him start running down his legs. Oops… 

“Take me with you.”

 “Huh?”

 “Take me home with you,” the stud said.  “We can keep trying there,” he nodded. 

Lance chuckled again. “I know you just fucked me twice and I'm…” he trailed off as he looked at his giant belly again. “Like this, but… I don't even know you!”

“Name's Todd.” 

“Hello, Todd.”

“Hello..?” 

“Lance.”

“Hello, Lance,” Todd smirked at him. “So..?” 

“I live like an hour away, and…”

“That's fine.”

“I took a taxi here.”

“I drove,” Todd said. 

“Will I fit?” Lance laughed. 

“You'll fit,” Todd smirked and nodded. “So..?” He said again. 

“So…” the twenty-nine year old sighed. “You think you can actually fuck these seven, big babies outta me?”

“Seven, huh?” Todd grinned. 

“Seven…”

“I'll do my best,” he nodded as he took his hands from Lance's belly, moved so he was standing to his right, and offered him his left arm for support. “Shall we?”

 “Let's,” Lance nodded as he took Todd's arm and allowed it to take some (but not too much) of his incredible weight as he started off back to the locker room. 

There were a lot of disappointed moans and groans as he departed. There were also several flashes, some guys finally caving and breaking The Eagle's strict no photography rule, but they had to since none of them had ever seen someone as pregnant as Lance, and probably never would again. 

As he waddled back through the club with a very proud Todd at his side, Lance felt more cum leaving him. 

Oh well, he thought to himself. Todd will refill me! He smirked. And hopefully, finally pop me!