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The Chocolate Pudding Club by Greyson Moore greyenmoor@hotmail.com
Many years ago DeWayne decided to join a very select group of men. The men had formed a small
club for the purpose of having sex on a discrete level. DeWayne wanted to be a member of the club
more than anything because he found the guys hot. But how would he impress the other guys, he
wondered. As he walked by the bus stop near his apartment, he spotted a good-looking
middle-aged man sporting a gargantuan bulge in his pants.
"Perfect," thought DeWayne. "The guys are gonna like this." DeWayne approached the stranger
cautiously. "Might be some time before the bus gets here," said DeWayne. "Should be here any
minute," responded the stranger. "I don't know," replied DeWayne. "It's mighty cold out here." "A
guy could freeze his balls off in no time," said DeWayne as his eyes looked down at the stranger's
overstuffed basket. "Do ya know someplace where a guy could get warmed up," said the stranger?
"Sure do," replied DeWayne. "I know a place where you and your friend could get warmed up real
fast if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean and it's gonna cost you," said the stranger. "My friend here don't work for
nothin," said the stranger as he rubbed his hand across his crotch. DeWayne noticed the bulge grow.
"How much does your friend charge," asked DeWayne? "A c-note," responded the stranger.
DeWayne had never hired a hustler before, but he decided this guy was his ticket into the club.
"Deal," said DeWayne, "if your friend doesn't mind entertaining some of my friends." "No problem,
we've been out of circulation for awhile, so he'll be happy to get out and mingle," responded the
stranger with a hoarse laugh.
"How come," asked DeWayne on the way to his apartment? "I would think with a friend like yours,
you two would be very popular." "Been in Benbroak Hospital," said the stranger. "What for," asked
DeWayne somewhat nervously? "Wanted to study my nuts," replied the stranger hefting the jumbo
bulge in his pants with his hand. "A doctor there said they were very special." "Like no other he
seen." DeWayne thought if they were the size of the bulge, he wanted to study them more closely
too.
Once in his apartment, DeWayne told the stranger his friends would be here soon and to go into the
bedroom and get ready to make his appearance. "The meter is running," reminded the stranger as he
fluffed his basket to an obscene proportion and went into the bedroom. DeWayne's guests soon
arrived. There was Clarence with his beefy football player body and butch attitude, Michael with his
tall, lean, and sinewy body and rather nervous disposition, Gary with his movie star looks and
somewhat conceited personality, and D.V. with his skinny body, enormous schlong and happy go
lucky attitude.
"I have a little surprise for you gents tonight," said DeWayne as he opened his bedroom door, "that I
hope puts me in the club." The stranger he hired sauntered out naked, his big dick pointing straight
out like a sword and his jumbo ballbag swinging back and forth as he walked. "I want a piece of
that," said Clarence grabbing the dick and sticking it into his mouth as the stranger walked by. As
Clarence sucked, a change came over the stranger. "Turn around cocksucker," said the stranger in a
deep commanding voice to Clarence, "My friend here wants a piece of tail." The stranger pulled his
huge glistening dick out of Clarence's mouth.
"Hey I don't take it up the chute from no one," said Clarence. "Ah come on," said Gary, "you know
you want it." Clarence made several more protests before he turned around and stuck his mammoth
set of buns up into the air. He seemed to be hypnotized by the giant phallus and scrotum of the
stranger. "Let's just see if you're man enough to pop my cherry," said Clarence defiantly.
"I need some plastic wrap or something," said the stranger hoarsely. "What for," asked Clarence?"
"To cover the head of my dick with since no scumbag will fit on it." "You got some disease," asked
Clarence sternly? "No," he replied. "It's just that most of my lays end up in the hospital," replied the
stranger. "Don't flatter yourself," said Gary, "I bet he's had bigger." Clarence glared at Gary. "It's not
because I tear'em," responded the stranger in an odd sounding voice, "it's because I knock'em up." "I
don't want no more babies on my conscience," he said waving his hand emphatically. "Do I look like
a chick," said Clarence with anger? "My friend don't like chicks," said the stranger slapping his huge
erection causing it to bob up and down. "He puts his babies in dudes." "And he wants to put one in
you real bad," said the stranger with a weird laugh.
"Do you believe this guy," said Clarence mockingly. "He thinks he can get me pregnant." The stranger
gave Clarence a withering look. "You may have balls as big as baseballs and a dick like a bat, but
you're crazy if you think you can knock me up," said Clarence. "I'm all man." "Now D.V., you might
be able to." D.V. did not respond to the insult.
The stranger responded by unceremoniously shoving his dick into Clarence saying, "I'm stickin it in ya
where the good lord split ya, big mouth." Clarence at first winced in pain, but said, "is it in yet?" The
stranger began to rapidly thrust in and out of Clarence. He moaned and groaned as the stranger
balled him doggy style until he shot his load into him. The stranger extracted himself from Clarence
and pushed him to the floor. Some of the stranger's semen glistened in the deep cleft between
Clarence's massive buttcheeks. "Any you other smart boys want a turn," said the stranger waving his
rapidly re-hardening erection?
One by one they all submitted themselves to the stranger to prove they weren't afraid if his mighty
man muscle and gonads. DeWayne could barely get himself off of the floor to get the money for the
stranger, when the stranger had porked them all. When he gave him the money, the stranger said
eerily, "hope you boys enjoy the hospital, you'll be there in nine months dropping my friend's kids."
"Don't say I didn't warn ya." "And don't expect no child support cause I don't got it and even if I did
I wouldn't give it to a bunch of," the stranger opened the door and shut it before he finished.
The next morning DeWayne felt unusually happy. "Best hundred bucks I spent," said DeWayne when
the guys met for lunch to discuss if DeWayne had made the club. "Guy was nutcase," said Gary.
"Why is it that the kooks always have the biggest equipment?" "Don't know," said Clarence with a
grin. "They just do, right D.V." "I don't know what you mean," muttered D.V. The conversation then
turned to DeWayne's admission to the club and the stranger was forgotten. DeWayne was elated
when he found out he had made the club.
About a month after the stranger's visit, the men met for breakfast. As they were eating and talking,
Clarence got up from the table and ran to the Men's Room. When Clarence came back to the table
he apologized for leaving so abruptly. "I don't know what came over me," he said. "I had to barf."
"Ya know," said Michael, "I've been feeling nauseous for the past couple of days too." "Ditto," said
Gary. "Must be something is going around," said DeWayne. "Just don't give it to me," added D.V.
meekly. "I have enough problems right now." "Like what," asked DeWayne. "I'm always tired and
feel I got to wizz all of the time." "The boss really hates that." "Thinks I'm going lazy on him." "Maybe
you need to cut down on your partying," said Gary. "What partying," said D.V.? "I've been too tired
to even play with myself lately." "Let's change the subject," said Clarence. "We're beginning to sound
like a bunch of old ladies."
For the next few months the men barely saw one another because every time they got together
someone started complaining how tired they were, or how sick they were. However, one night
DeWayne decided to invite all of the guys over to his place for an all out sex free for all. He even
thought about hiring another hustler, but decided against it. All of the guys showed up at DeWayne's
apartment.
"When Clarence removed his shirt, Gary was the first to remark. "Mercy, Clarence, whose been
working your tits." Clarence's areolas and nipples had enlarged and were almost black in color. You
could also see several veins standing out on Clarence's pecs. "Unfortunately, no one but me," said an
embarrassed Clarence. "Guess you better lay of the clothespins a little," said Michael. "See what
might happen," he added removing his shirt exposing his nipples which, had grown to resemble small
baby bottle nipples. "Although, I can't say that I mind," said Michael tweaking one of them proudly.
"Always thought they were a but runty." "Problem is though, they are a little too obvious under shirts
and T-shirts now." "And, they get rubbed raw by the material."
When all of the men had disrobed, they all noticed that each other's nipples had grown and
darkened. They also all noticed that their penises and scrotums had also darkened a little. They also
all noticed D.V.'s spare tire. "Man D.V., you better lay off them beers and pizza," said Gary. "You're
gettin quite the belly." D.V. retorted, "It's not like were all not getting a little soft around the middle,"
he said as he patted Gary's slightly protruding abdomen. "Yeah, I guess I've let myself go a little," he
said. "But you're still as hot as ever," said D.V. uncharacteristically starting the coital romp that would
last the evening.
When the men had exhausted themselves, they lay together in a heap on the floor. "You got any
pickles," asked Clarence? "Pickles," exclaimed DeWayne. "Yeah, pickles," replied Clarence. "For
some reason I've got a craving for pickles." "I don't have any pickles," said DeWayne, "but one
would sure hit the spot." "Yea let's find a burger joint," chimed in D.V. The men dressed and paid a
visit to local late night diner. "Man am I hungry," said D.V. as he scarfed down his third burger. "I
gotta take a wizz." interjected Clarence.
A quarter of an hour passed before Clarence returned. DeWayne began to get worried. He left the
table and headed to the Men's Room. He was worried that Clarence, though big and strong, might
have been mugged. DeWayne spotted Clarence's feet under a stall. "You OK," asked DeWayne.
"No," said Clarence slightly choking. "What's the matter," said DeWayne? "Are you sick?" "In a way
yes," replied Clarence. DeWayne was getting worried. "I was scratchin my chest, and, and it
started," said Clarence in a timid voice. "What started," asked DeWayne. "My milk," said Clarence
gasping out the words. "My titties are giving milk." "I don't want to turn into a woman," said
Clarence.
"You're talkin crazy," responded DeWayne. "See for yourself," said Clarence unlocking the stall door
and pushing it open with his foot. DeWayne could see thin drops of a yellowish white fluid oozing
from Clarence's nipples. "I'm knocked up," cried Clarence. "It was that hustler that you hired." "He
said this would happen." "Get a grip," said DeWayne.
"Then how do you explain this," said Clarence coaxing another drop of fluid from his tit. "I don't want
to be a woman," wailed Clarence. "Calm down," said DeWayne, "I'll think of something." DeWayne
made Clarence promise not to say a word about this to the other guys until he said it was OK.
Clarence promised.
When DeWayne and Clarence returned to the table, DeWayne asked the guys to come back to his
place so they could talk in private. The other guys wondered if Clarence was in a bad way. The guys
finished eating and left the restaurant quietly.
"So, what's up," said Michael breaking the silence. "We're all knocked-up by the hustler DeWayne
hired," shouted Clarence. "You're nuts," said Michael. "Then how do you explain this," said Clarence
whipping off his shirt and displaying his nipples. "Seen'em," said Michael. "Not doing this," said
Clarence pulling his nipples until droplets had formed on the ends. "I bet your titties can drip too,"
said Clarence pulling off Michael's sweatshirt and grabbing and pulling on one of Michael's nipples. A
thin white fluid began to seep out.
"Well I'll be," said Michael tweaking his other tit until the milk flowed. Instead of being upset, Michael
seemed pleased which irritated Clarence. "What do you know about this hustler," asked Gary? "Not
much," said DeWayne. "All I remember is that he said that he had been in hospital having his balls
examined by a doctor." "He said they were special." "I just figured he was talking about their size."
"So you think we could all be pregnant," said Gary? "We have all of the symptoms," said DeWayne.
"For instance," said Gary. "Well remember when Clarence, Michael, and you seemed to be sick
every morning, and D.V. said he was always tired." "And what about our tits, all of our tits have
grown." "A few of us have even started swelling in the belly." "And what about Clarence's and
Michael's milk?"
"Were doomed," cried Clarence. "Shut up you twit," said Gary. "If we're knocked-up we better do
something about before we begin to really show." "Like what," snarled Clarence? "What would you
do if you were a woman who didn't want to carry a child," said Gary? "Not me," said Michael. "I
want it."
Clarence said, "I'm not surprised you little." "Cool it," said DeWayne. "Instead of going after each
other's throat, we need to think of a plan to deal with this." "Deal with it," growled Clarence. "I say
we find a doctor to end all of this now so that we can get our lives back to normal." "Oh right," said
Gary. "Five pregnant guys are going to walk into a clinic and ask a doctor to." "Don't say it," said
Michael. "I said I want this kid and I mean it."
"I have to admit," said Gary, "I wouldn't mind havin a kid to keep me company in my old age."
"What's the matter with you guys," screamed Clarence. "You want to turn into woman?" "We don't
know that's what's going to happen," said Gary. "The last time I saw your dick and balls, they were
the same size they always were." "The haven't become innies." "They might," retorted Clarence.
"Wouldn't take too long for yours to turn if they did," said D.V. under his breath.
"We gotta do something about this," yelled Clarence. "I don't want to do anything about this," said
Michael. "I say," said Gary. "That we all either agree to have the kids or to terminate our
pregnancies." "Do we agree on that," asked Gary? After further heated discussion, the men agreed
on this.
"First," said Gary, "we need to decide to carry the kids or not." "Here's some paper," said DeWayne
tearing pages off of a note pad and handing one to each of the men. "If you want to keep it, mark a
Y, if you don't mark an N." "I'll collect the pieces of paper and tally the count."
After a few minutes, DeWayne collected the folded sheets of paper. "Y," said DeWayne. "Y again,"
said DeWayne. "Y a third time," said DeWayne. "Y a fourth time," said DeWayne. "Y, a fifth time,"
said DeWayne. On hearing that DeWayne, Gary, Michael, and D.V. turned and stared a Clarence.
"Me thinks he doth protest to much," said Michael. "So, I changed my mind," said Clarence
indignantly.
"OK," said "Gary." "You said this hustler had been in a hospital having his nuts examined by doctors."
"Did he say what hospital and what doctors?" "I don't remember," said DeWayne. "No doubt to
anxious to get into his pants," said Clarence tartly. "Gee I guess that wasn't you squealing like a pig
on the floor when he was screwing your bunghole," said Gary. "By the way, I thought his dick went in
awfully fast for someone who always claimed he had never taken it up the butt before." "Try and
remember the name of the hospital," interrupted Michael with urgency in his voice.
"He might have said the name of the hospital," said DeWayne. "Let me think." "Benbrook, Benbrake,
something like that." "That's a start," said Gary. "A start for what," shouted Clarence. "Maybe," said
DeWayne, "if we can find the hospital we can find the doctor that examined the hustler." "Maybe they
will be willing to deliver our kids discretely." "Right," added Gary. "And what if we can't find the
hospital because all the blood in DeWayne's body was in his cock at the time and not in his bread,"
sniped Clarence? "Then we'll make another plan," said Gary. "We have a while before we look
obviously pregnant." The men talked awhile and disbanded.
It took a couple of weeks for the guys to locate Benbroak Hospital, but when they did they were
satisfied it was the right one. Benbroak had once been a retreat for a wealthy Victorian millionaire
and was later converted to a tuberculosis hospital in the 1920's. The isolated nature of the mansion
was considered perfect for a tuberculosis hospital. The hospital was still housed in the mansion and
was now known for its studies of human sexuality and reproduction.
DeWayne contacted the hospital and made discrete inquiries. The person on the other end of the line
was adept at not answering questions, so DeWayne gave up on that route. DeWayne called a
meeting at his place to discuss strategy.
"Wouldn't tell me a thing about the hustler," he said. "What did you tell them," asked D.V.? "The
truth," replied DeWayne. "You told them you were a man who was knocked-up by one of their
former male patients," said Clarence. "Yes," replied DeWayne. "If we want their help, I thought I
should level with them." "What did you expect," said Clarence. "Probably thought you were nuts."
"I don't think so," replied DeWayne. "I think they thought I was genuine and was somehow going to
try and get money out of them." "Probably thought I would sue because they knew what he was
capable of and didn't give him a vasectomy." "Don't be gross," said D.V.
"We better figure out something quick," said D.V. "You don't go from a 28 inch waist to a 36 inch
waist without people asking questions." "Try going from a 34 inch waist to a 44 inch waist," said
Clarence standing up, removing his shirt and displaying his bloated and stretch mark covered gut.
"Just think what a little guy like D.V. must look like to other guys with his big gut," said Michael.
"You just look like another out of shape jock," "Well D.V. just looks like he's starving," replied
Clarence. "Thanks for the help," said D.V. acidly. "None of us has a washboard stomach anymore,"
chimed in Gary. "And my tits look like you could hang clothes from them."
"Just try lifting all day like I do," exclaimed Michael. "My center of balance is all out of whack." "I
almost fell over yesterday." "And I have to use the john at least eight times a day."
"How often do you beat off a day," said D.V. uncharacteristically assertive. "Thank you D.V. for
changing the subject," said DeWayne under his breath. "At least a dozen," said Clarence proudly.
"Right," said Gary. "What," said Clarence jumping to his feet. "You want me to whip it out and prove
it," said Clarence angrily? "You talk the talk but can you walk the walk," said D.V. Clarence
dropped his pants and briefs revealing his sex organs. Clarence was definitely at maximum arousal
because his dick pointed almost straight up. Usually it only stuck straight out from his crotch. It was
stopped from being completely straight up by his swollen abdomen. "Let's see you beat that meat,"
shouted D.V.
Clarence kicked off his pants and briefs and began to gyrate in an obscene dance. As he gyrated his
penis bobbed up and down and his belly shook. You could almost hear the milk in his beefy pecs
slosh around as he gyrated. Some droplets of his milk escaped from his nipples and splattered against
his audience. Clarence's dance aroused the libidos of the other men and they were soon unclothed
and masturbating furiously.
Clarence, for being a large, muscular, and pregnant man proved to be quite agile. He also proved to
be exceedingly nasty as he pushed up one of his full pecs toward his mouth and began to suck on his
nipple. He did the same thing to the other nipple. "Come on guys," said Clarence. "Try and suck your
own huge and milky titties."
The sound of sucking and slurping was soon heard. The sound inflamed Clarence's senses. He stuck
his butt up in the air and begged the guys to hump him. "Don't worry bout getting me pregnant," he
said with a chuckle. "I'm already got a bun in the oven," he added as he turned sideways so that his
knocked-up belly could be seen to full advantage. D.V. took the opportunity to mount Clarence. He
mounted him with some difficulty because of his own large belly. D.V. expected Clarence to push
him off of him, but instead Clarence tried to pull him deeper inside of him. "Do me baby," said
Clarence. "Squirt that babyjuice out of that long fat prick of yours into me." As Clarence and D.V.
rutted on the floor, the other men got down on the sofa.
"Suck that juice from my titties," said Michael as DeWayne and Gary worked on a nipple. "Make
that man milk flow." "Suck my tits off," said Michael. Suck as they might, neither DeWayne nor Gary
could get anything more that a few drops out of Michael's tits.
"Won't give it up," said Gary in exasperation as he looked at Clarence and D.V. Each time D.V.
thrust into Clarence, milk dripped out of Clarence's knobs. "Maybe if I balled that flat butt of yours,
you might." Gary pushed Michael's legs over his head and pushed his woody into Michael's bunger.
As they screwed, both men moaned as their bellies touched each other. DeWayne, feeling extremely
horny and not wanting to be left out, mounted Gary. The men on the floor and on the sofa moaned as
they heiny humped. Very shortly semen gushed out of five penises. The men had never enjoyed
themselves so much.
Early next morning, DeWayne received a call from Michael. "Something's wrong," said Michael.
"Something's really wrong." "I've never hurt this bad in my life." DeWayne could tell by the sound of
Michael's voice that he was scared. "You gotta call that Benbroak back." "They gotta help me." "I
think it's time." "But it hasn't even been five months yet," said DeWayne. "I know, I know, that's what
I'm afraid of." "It feels like it wants to get out the same way it was put in," replied Michael. After
DeWayne calmed down Michael, he called the hospital and told them in no uncertain terms that
Michael needed help and he would hold them responsible for anything that happened to Michael. The
hospital still remained impassive.
About an hour after the call a Dr. Maybank called DeWayne. He said that he used to work at the
hospital and was familiar with the peculiarities of Mr. Lewis' testicles. That was the first time that
DeWayne had heard the name of the father of his baby. "Can you help us," asked DeWayne? The
Doctor responded, "yes, I have already delivered many of Mr. Lewis' children. "How many," asked
DeWayne? "Last count was 30. DeWayne almost fell over backwards. :"Don't be so shocked,"
replied the doctor sensing DeWayne's surprise. "Mr. Lewis has been fathering children in men since
13." "His oldest son is 32 years old. "He probably has fathered well over 100 children in his life so
far." DeWayne let out a gasp.
The doctor then explained that the babies had to be removed from the male parent by C-section.
"They don't come out the way they came in," asked DeWayne naively? The male buttocks were not
designed for a baby to pass out of," said the doctor dryly. "The child has to be surgically removed."
DeWayne explained the pains that Michael was having and asked the doctor what they might mean.
"I will have to have a look at him," said the doctor. The doctor told DeWayne where he was. The
doctor was about 60 miles away and worked at a free clinic. The doctor said that he would see
Michael today, but they would have to be discrete because the clinic would be open until 8:00 p.m.
DeWayne called Michael back. Michael's pain had gotten worse and he wasn't sure he could make
it.
DeWayne picked up Michael and they drove to see Doctor Maybank. Michael moaned in agony
during the whole trip and swore that his baby was about to be born. DeWayne repeated what the
doctor has said about men giving birth, but Michael was not convinced. He was sure his baby was
going to split his bunghole open. DeWayne drove as fast as he could so that his friend could be
attended to.
The clinic was exactly like DeWayne had pictured it. It was in an old store in a run-down section of
town. DeWayne recoiled at the thought of his baby being born there. But he also knew that he didn't
have any other choice.
When doctor Maybank examined Michael, he wore a grave look on his face. "You need immediate
surgery," said the doctor when he was finished with the examination. "Surely, it's to early for a
Caesarian," asked DeWayne? "He needs immediate surgery," said the doctor. Almost before
DeWayne knew what was happening, Dr. Maybank had taken Clarence to a small operating room in
the clinic. DeWayne was surprised to hear that a small free clinic had an Operating Room. He was
told to wait in the Waiting Room.
DeWayne hated the Waiting Room. It was small and was filled to overflowing with patients. He was
forced to stand up, which because of his condition was very fatiguing. As DeWayne worried about
Michael, he also wondered what diseases he and his baby were being exposed to as he waited. He
also wondered where he had seen the doctor before. His face looked vaguely familiar.
After about an hour, DeWayne was told to meet the doctor in an Examining Room. "How is
Michael," asked DeWayne excitedly? "He is doing as good as can be expected," said the doctor.
"How is the baby," asked DeWayne? "Your friend miscarried," said the doctor, "I had to remove the
dead fetus." "What," exclaimed DeWayne. "About a week or so ago the placenta became detached
and the fetus died." "How," questioned DeWayne. "The male body is not designed to be a vessel to
carry a child," said the doctor. "Any strenuous activity could have caused it." "Or else his body may
have rejected it."
DeWayne wondered if this might happen to him or his friends. "I'm pregnant too by Mr. Lewis," said
DeWayne lifting up his shirt revealing his swollen stomach. "Could the same thing happen to me?"
"Maybe," replied the doctor. The doctor examined DeWayne and said that his babies appeared to
be fine.
"Did you say babies," asked DeWayne? "Yes, I did," said the doctor. "You're carrying twins."
DeWayne momentarily forgot about Michael as he pondered the thought of dealing with two
children.
"Your friend will be unconscious for a while," said the doctor. "He's in a small room in the back of the
clinic." "You can sit with him in his room for a while." "He has a room here," asked DeWayne? "Yes,"
said the doctor. "I have never heard of a free clinic having an Operating Room and patient rooms,"
said DeWayne. "The Operating Room and the patient room aren't actually part of the clinic, I have to
rent them separately." "Why," inquired DeWayne? "Because I have to have a place to deliver my
brothers and sisters," responded the doctor. "Your brothers and sisters," said DeWayne?
"Mr. Moses Lewis is my father," said the doctor. "I was his first." "I was delivered by a Doctor
Maybank 32 years ago who adopted me." "It wasn't until he died when I was in Med School that I
found out about my father and his special talent." "Dr. Maybank left copious notes on my father's
extraordinary sperm." "Apparently it contains all of the genetic material for a baby." "All it has to be is
placed in a suitable environment." "Like a man's rear end," said DeWayne. "Apparently so," said the
doctor, "since all of my brothers and sisters were delivered from men." "Men who apparently liked
anal sex and were willing to pay for it," said the doctor with some condescension.
"I take it you don't approve," said DeWayne. "I get tired of cutting promiscuous men open and
delivering their babies." "Babies that happen to be related to me," said the doctor sharply. "Babies
that are usually unwanted, like I was."
"You will deliver my babies and my friends babies, which we want, won't you," asked a worried
DeWayne? "I told you your friend's baby is dead," responded the doctor sharply. "I hate to tell you
this, but, your father has impregnated three other friends of mine." "I will show you where your friend
is," said the doctor curtly. DeWayne was curious how the doctor ended up at Benbroak, but he
knew it was not the time or the place to ask.
Michael regained consciousness about an hour after DeWayne arrived in his room. Michael wanted
to see his baby. DeWayne was afraid that if he told Michael now what had happened, Michael might
not recover from the shock. "You can't see your baby," said DeWayne. "You're not strong or alert
enough." This seemed to pacify Michael. Eventually the doctor came to the room and told Michael he
could spend the night with his friend if he wished. DeWayne said he would like that so the doctor
brought in a cot for him to sleep on.
When he awoke the next morning, Michael seemed to be feeling a lot better. "I better call into work,"
said Michael. "I already called us both in," said DeWayne. "I told them that you had emergency
surgery while we were out of town and I stayed with you." "When can I see my baby," said Michael?
DeWayne explained to Michael what had happened. Michael looked at DeWayne with disbelief.
Michael demanded to see the doctor. DeWayne brought the doctor to Michael who confirmed what
DeWayne had said. Michael burst into tears. The doctor appeared visibly shaken by this.
DeWayne stayed at the clinic for another day until he was sure that Michael was all right. DeWayne
told Michael he could stay with him awhile when he was able to leave the clinic, but Michael said that
would be too painful for him. DeWayne told the other guys what happened and they all decided to
keep an eye on Michael and help as much as they could. DeWayne thought it best to keep the news
of his twins to himself for the time being.
As the weeks went by, Michael became extremely envious of his friend's expanding stomachs and
milk producing tits. He was also displeased that his huge nipples appeared to be shrinking back to
the size they were before he got in a family way. He secretly tried to find Moses Lewis hoping to be
impregnated again. He took to spying on the clinic where Dr. Maybank worked, hoping that he
would show up there. However, he didn't exactly remember what Moses looked like, except
between the legs. He also placed ads in several gay papers, but no one responded. He finally
decided to accept what had happened and be happy for his friends.
Clarence, DeWayne, D.V., and Gary had to quit work since it was impossible to disguise their
condition and they were getting tired of the questions and remarks. With Dr. Maybank's help they
found a cheap place to live near the clinic. Michael sent money out of each of his paychecks to help
and visited on the weekends.
One day as Clarence walked to the clinic for an examination, a limousine pulled up beside him. The
back window of the limousine quickly lowered and a small Asian man poked his head out. "How
would you like to earn some easy money," said the man in the limo. "Doin what," asked Clarence
suspiciously? "Letting me play with your gut," said the man nonchalantly. "I'll make it well worth your
while." "Go screw yourself," responded Clarence pointing his middle finger at the man.
Instead of raising the window and driving on, he waved a $100 dollar bill in front of Clarence. "As
you can see I am willing to pay you very well for your indulging me." "Like I said, go screw yourself,"
said Clarence as he quickly moved away from the limo and turned around and walked the opposite
direction so the limo wouldn't be able to easily follow him. He made it to the clinic with no further
interruption.
After his examination, Clarence walked slowly back to the apartment. About halfway there, the limo
pulled up beside him again with the window down. The Asian man said, "I have got to get a feel of
your gut." "It's so big and beautiful." "You almost look like your ready to drop." "How does two
hundred sound," said the man waving the bills? "What would I have to do," said Clarence? "Just let
me play with your gut for awhile." "How long is awhile," responded Clarence? "Until I cum," said the
man.
Clarence didn't know exactly what to do. "Two hundred is a lot of money and I could sure use it right
now," he thought. "But do I really want to prostitute myself?" "Do you want my money or don't you,"
said the man impatiently? "I have places to go and people to meet."
"Where do you live," asked Clarence? "I'll have my driver park the car and we will do it here," said
the man. "I let you play with my gut and you'll give me two C?" "Yes, now make up your mind."
Clarence was intrigued by the thought of having some guy being turned on while playing with his gut.
He wondered what he would do. Having sex in a public place but in the same time a private place
also aroused him. Clarence slid into the back of the limo with some difficulty. The man seemed
extremely aroused by the way Clarence had to maneuver his belly in order to get in the car. "Take off
that sweatshirt," commanded the man, "so that I can see what I am paying for." Clarence slowly
removed his shirt. He enjoyed the way the man stared at his gut as he slowly revealed it.
"Gorgeous, simply gorgeous," uttered the man as he watched Clarence slowly pull his sweatshirt up.
"The stretch marks make your belly look like a piece of brown marble." "You must have gained a lot
of weight quickly." "Uh huh," responded Clarence as he pulled his sweatshirt up some more. "Your
gut goes all the way to the bottom of your titties," said the man in labored breaths. Clarence pulled his
shirt over his head and off.
When Clarence's pecs and nipples were visible the man exclaimed, "you've got nipples bigger than a
hooker who gets knocked up every month." "Shoot you even look like you have the makings for a
prize set of hooters." "Do they work," said the man jovially as he gently punched one of Clarence's
bulging pecs? Clarence's pecs now resembled buttocks in size and shape. If they didn't have nipples
on the bottom you would swear that he was mooning you.
Clarence's nipple responded with a small squirt of man milk, which completely startled the man. "Are
you really an ugly woman," said the man in disgust? "A bearded lady," said the man referring to the
beard that Clarence had recently started. Clarence unzipped his pants and let out his cock and balls.
"Do woman have these," said Clarence angrily. The man grabbed Clarence's equipment and pulled.
"Yow," said Clarence. "Just wanted to make sure they weren't store bought," said the man smugly.
"What freak show did you escape from," said the man? "Were you the half man half woman," he said
with a chuckle. "I'm all man and I don't have to sit here and let you insult me you little puke," said
Clarence. "You can take that money of yours and stick it where the sun don't shine."
"Easy big fellah," said the man. "Easy." "I didn't say I didn't like it." "It fact I think it's pretty hot that
you can give milk." "Real hot," said the man as he inched his mouth closer to one of the succulent
nipples. As the man suckled on his teat, Clarence felt the man's rigid erection through the man's
pants. Clarence felt his milk flowing out of him and he felt pleasantly relaxed. He wondered if women
felt this way, and if so, why more didn't breast-feed. The man was now working the other nipple.
Clarence closed his eyes so that he could enjoy the feeling. Clarence felt it oozing out its man milk.
Suddenly, Clarence felt something poking his abdomen. It didn't hurt, but it surprised him. He opened
his eyes. He noticed that the man had removed his clothes. The man's rigid erection was quite evident
and was poking his stomach. Clarence was impressed with the size. He had always heard that Asian
men were small in the dick department, but the man was huge. Clarence also admired the bulbous
and deep purple head. Clarence would later refer to it as the Hong Kong Dong.
He began to lick Clarence's swollen belly causing Clarence to moan in pleasure. The warmth felt
good to him. After he had coated Clarence's stomach with spit, he began to rub his penis up and
down on it. "I'm gonna screw that baby out of you," said the man. "Go for it," responded Clarence
enjoying the massage. The man ran his penis up and down and back and forth across Clarence's
stomach. He let out a loud grunt as when his semen splattered all over Clarence.
Clarence's sweatshirt stuck to the man's semen as he walked briskly back to the apartment. He was
a little worried about the money that was in his pants. He also wanted to take a shower and wash the
semen off because he felt just a little trashy for prostituting himself. He wanted to be a good role
model for his son. He was sure he was going to have a little Clarence, Jr.
When he got back to the apartment, no one was there. He was a little concerned, but the
semen-glued sweatshirt was beginning to make him itch. He removed his clothing and squeezed into
the shower stall. He laughed to himself when he noticed his linebacker butt was squeezed against one
side of the shower and his massive pregnant belly was squeezed against the other. The controls
sticking into his belly were a bit uncomfortable, but Clarence found the sensation of filling the shower
stall extremely erotic. Unfortunately he belly enveloped his erection and prevented him from using his
hands to masturbate.
He turned the water partially on. The water splashed against his man breasts and slowly dripped to
the floor of the shower. His body filled the stall so completely that it took time for the water to make
it to the floor.
Clarence turned off the water and unscrewed the showerhead. He reached his arm out of the shower
and placed the nozzle on the sink. He turned the shower back on. The solid stream of water thumped
against his belly. His belly vibrated against his penis giving Clarence a great deal of pleasure.
Clarence could also swear that junior's penis was also being massaged by the water because of the
intense feeling that was coming from his abdomen.
He turned slightly so the jet of water was aimed directly at his nipple. His male mammary bounced as
the water splashed against it. Clarence turned the water up higher. His protruding pec really began to
bounce. Unexpectedly, he felt a warm and pleasant sensation in his nipple. He looked down at it and
noticed that it was solidly erect. He turned so that the water could pelt his other nipple. It too became
solidly erect.
"Man, have I got great tits, or what," said Clarence as he excitedly looked at his tumescent nipples. A
shudder went through his body, and then he saw his tit squirt. It squirted a heavy stream of milk onto
the shower wall. "My titty is blowing a wad," shouted Clarence with glee. He turned his other tit into
the stream of water and waited for it to go off. He was disappointed when it only dribbled a few
drops. "Must still be dry from the suckin by the Hong Kong Dong."
He turned off the water and reattached the showerhead. He turned the water back on and soaped
up. He rinsed off the soap. He turned the water off and squeezed out of the shower. As he dried
himself off he was incredibly horny. What he had seen and felt in the shower fueled his desire to
masturbate.
He left the bathroom and went to his room. As he walked, his baby kicked vigorously. "Way to go,"
said Clarence. "You're horny too, aren't you," said Clarence with a chuckle. "Well boy let's get down
to business." He lay down on his bed, his huge belly sticking up in the air. He began to rub his belly.
The baby inside seemed to kick in response. "Like that huh kid," said Clarence? "Wait until you feel
this."
Clarence reached down and started rubbing his hand across his penis. Each time he gently stroked
his woody, an electric feeling spread through his body. He didn't want to cum to quickly so he moved
his hands to his chest. He gently caressed his swollen pecs. "Man," he said, "it looks like someone
shoved two gallon milk jugs into my chest." "I wonder," he said as he got off of the bed and walked
over to D.V.'s dresser.
He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a package that had been hidden underneath some old
sweatshirts that no longer fit. He opened the package that said, "Acme Breast Pump." "I wonder if
this thing will work on my big jugs," said Clarence. "Bet D.V. would be surprised to see me using
this."
Clarence sat on the edge of the bed and put the pump horn over his nipple. His nipples were at the
bottom of his pecs so it was a little difficult for him to get the horn seated properly. He began to
pump the nipple that had squirted in the shower. In no time his milk started flowing. It came out of his
tit fast and furious. The bottle at the end of the pump soon overflowed. Clarence removed the pump,
but his nipple was still spurting like it was having a wizz.
"Old Faithful is erupting," said Clarence as he made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of man
milk. He put a plug in the sink and let his tit spurt its milk into it. His titty filled the sink about a quarter
full until it stopped spurting. Clarence went back to his room and brought the pump into the
bathroom. "This thing ought to get the milk flowing from my other stubborn tit," said Clarence as he
placed the horn on his other nipple.
Clarence pumped and pumped and nothing happened. "Give it up titty," said Clarence pumping even
harder. Clarence pulled off the pump. "Stubborn tit," he said angrily. "To uppity to give it up." He
washed off his nipples and the pump and dried them off and returned to his room. He stuffed the
pump back into the box and hid it back in the drawer so that D.V. wouldn't know that he had
discovered it.
He wen to his dresser and slowly pulled out the bottom drawer. Behind the drawer was a box
labeled, "The Anaconda." He opened the box and freed the Anaconda. The Anaconda was a huge
and long double-headed black dildo. He got a bottle of lube out of the nightstand. He slathered lube
over the Anaconda. Clarence figured since the baby wasn't coming out the way it came in, anal
stimulation would be OK. And he wanted his anus stimulated in the worst way.
He stuck one end of the dildo in. "Man I needed that," said Clarence. The baby in Clarence's gut
responded with a resounding kick. "Down, boy," said Clarence, "Mapa needs to orgasm and orgasm
bad." "You'll understand why someday." The men had started calling themselves Mapas because they
weren't exactly their children's mother or father, but they were giving them life just like a mother and
father.
Clarence pulled out the dildo and shoved it in. The head of the dildo hit his prostate gland head on
sending a thrill through Clarence's body. "Man," said Clarence. He pulled the dildo out and shoved it
in again. Without warning, his previously dry nipple shot a jet of milk into the air. "Hot dawg," yelled
Clarence. "I thought the well had gone dry."
"Ring," went the phone in the Living Room. The men had to live very frugally so they only had one
phone since the Phone Company charged for each extension. "Forget you," said Clarence. "Ring,"
again went the phone. Clarence tried to ignore it by pulling out the dildo and shoving it in deeper, but
the phone just kept on ringing.
"All right," yelled Clarence. Getting out of the bed. The Anaconda was still clenched between his
buttcheeks and swung back and forth like a tail as he walked towards the phone. "Yeah," said
Clarence gruffly. It was DeWayne on the other end.
He told Clarence they had taken D.V. to the clinic, because D.V. kept saying his gut hurt. He also
told Clarence that Dr. Maybank said the baby was OK, but D.V. insisted that it come out so the Dr.
was preparing to do a C-section on D.V. After Clarence hung up, he remarked, "9 months to the
day and he wants the baby out, what a surprise." Clarence yanked out the Anaconda and went to the
bathroom. He washed up the dildo and dried it. He returned to his room and hid it back in the
dresser. He got dressed and walked to the clinic.
"So how is she," said Clarence to DeWayne? "He, is in the Operating Room right now having a
C-section," said DeWayne icily. Clarence sat down angrily in a nearby chair. He was angry because
he had to give up an orgasm to sit and wait.
Clarence, DeWayne, and Gary waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Dr. Maybank came
out of the Operating Room. "Well, guys I just delivered my baby sister," said the doctor. "D.V. is still
out from the anesthesia, but he'll be fine."
"Well," said Clarence, "at least his daughter will have someone to show her how to dress and put on
makeup." "Ya know," said DeWayne. "Maybe you should have your C-section next." "Maybe you
wouldn't be so." "So what," said Clarence clutching the arms of the chair and rising to his feet?
"Nothing," said DeWayne half angrily and half apologetically.
"This kid is coming out when I say he's coming out and not before," said Clarence. "In fact I just may
leave him in for a while." "Since I'm not a women and won't have contractions, I'll determine when he
is born," said Clarence defiantly. "I may leave him in long enough so that he comes out and goes right
into Little League." "I hardly think that would be wise," said DeWayne. "As long as he is healthy, I
don't see why I can't keep him in." "Right doc?"
"Well," said Dr. Maybank, "I suppose it is possible to delay birth for awhile since as you say there
are no real biological signals to force birth." "So then I can keep him in as long as I want," said
Clarence smugly. "Right doc?" "Possibly," said the doctor. "But, if you do, you may become almost
immobile and you also risk harming your child." "This kid of mine is tough," said Clarence patting his
stomach. "He comes out when I say he comes out."
"I'm next," chimed in Gary. "I don't want to look like some land whale." "If my baby can live outside
of my body without assistance, I say take him out." "Wimp," said Clarence.
After D.V. was released from the clinic with his daughter, which he named Joy Pearl, Gary went in.
Gary produced a little girl also. He named his little girl, Diana Aretha after his two favorite singers.
Clarence was worried that he might produce a girl too and was very upset by the thought.
"It figures Gary would have a girl," said Clarence. "Why," asked DeWayne. "Because he was so
hung up on his looks." "Always wanted to be a pretty boy." "Me, I always wanted to look like a real
man." "And what if you have a girl," asked DeWayne dryly? "Real men don't have girls." "Real men
have boys," said Clarence. "Right," responded DeWayne.
Clarence decided if he did have a girl, he would be put her up for adoption. He would make sure the
other guys weren't there when he went in. He would work something out with the doctor. He would
tell the guys his son died at birth from some unforeseen complication. He had his heart set on a
Clarence Jr. and nothing else would do.
After Gary and his daughter went home, DeWayne went in. The other men were surprised when
DeWayne produced two twin boys. "You hit the jackpot," said Michael. "Me I couldn't even pop out
one," he said sadly. DeWayne decided to name one of his boys Michael Gary and the other David
Victor (D.V.) Clarence after his fellow club members.
Clarence kept his baby in as long as possible. His belly had grown to over six feet around and he
weighed over 400 pounds. His pecs were now the size of gallon milk jugs and produced a steady
stream of man milk on demand. He wet-nursed his friend's children as much as possible to try and
drain some of the excess milk off.
After nine months or so had passed since the births of his friend's children, Clarence was ready. It
took Michael, DeWayne, and Gary to help get him to the clinic. They rented a U-Haul van to take
him there. Clarence sat in the back of the van.
"It's a boy," said the doctor. "A very large and healthy 50 pound boy." Clarence was thrilled when he
heard the news. He was also a little sad that he no longer had his baby in him.
The men raised their children as best they could. What they lacked in material goods was more than
made up by the affection of their parents, Michael, and Dr. Maybank. Michael had taken on the role
of big brother and confidant to all of the children.
Joy Pearl grew up to be a doctor with the help and encouragement of her brother Dr. Maybank,
which made D.V. very happy. Diana Aretha disappointed her father by not becoming a singer,
actress, dancer, etc. Gary had pushed and prodded her into talent shows, pageants, etc., but she had
never shown an interest. She became a social worker instead to try and help others.
The twins went in to the service after high school. After Michael Gary finished his tour of duty, he
married a woman he had met while in the service and came home and started a family. DeWayne
was the first to be a grandparent in the group.
D.V.C., as the other twin was called, stayed in the service and became a career military man.
D.V.C., when he reached his thirties, developed the unusual biological trait of his hustler parent.
However, he never knew about the trait because he always used heavy-duty condoms that never
broke. His genitals also remained in the normal sized range. They never became outsized like the
hustler's.
Clarence Jr., was the spitting image of his hustler parent, in every way. He even had the same
massive endowments as his father. Dr. Maybank checked to see if he could also make babies in
men, but all tests showed that he couldn't. In fact his large testicles produced no live sperm
whatsoever. Clarence was annoyed by this, but he told no one and he made Dr. Maybank promise
not to tell anyone.
Clarence Jr's. massive endowments were a big selling point for his gay porno movie career. He was
known as the "Rectum Wrecker." Clarence wasn't exactly pleased that his son decided to be a gay
porn star. He had hoped he would be a star football player. When Clarence asked Clarence Jr.
about why he decided to become a porn star, he replied, "I like doing it a lot, I do it well, and I might
as well get well paid for it." "Besides," he would add, "it's not like you don't screw around." "And it's
not like I don't know where I came from and how," said Jr. Clarence regretted that he had told his
son how he was conceived and born, but he wanted an honest relationship with his son. As far as he
knew though, he was the only one of the guys who had told their children the circumstances of their
birth.
Moses Lewis died shortly after he was with the men. He took DeWayne's money and bought several
bottles of Ripple and drank himself into a stupor because of the guilt he felt for what he had just
done. One pregnant guy at the hospital didn't trouble his conscience, but five pregnant guys at once
did. As he staggered down the street, he was hit by a speeding car and killed.
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