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 [[This an an MPREG story (male pregnancy) involving abuse, rape, torture,
snuff, violence, and abortion.  You have been fairly warned.]]
   Pregnant Abuse
   Jaxon Part One
   It was an unfortunate turn of events for small town soccer player Jaxon
Wellington.  Being an overly handsome blonde-haired, blue-eyed male with a
nice set of abs really turns heads, especially one so ripe just out of high
school.  During his summer vacation to New York City Jaxon disappeared. 
His parents were on TV looking for him, his name was on the news, and his
friends were sick with worry.
   He had been taken into the bowels of NYC, forced to join a rich society
of psychopaths and rapists.  Except that he was not a psychopath and he
certainly was not a rapist; he had been forced into slavery.  The Society
catered to all sorts of sick wealthy men with one fetish alone: pregnant
men.  With advances in technology and medicine any man could be operated on
to allow the ability to conceive, carry, and birth children.  It was quite
a popular procedure among the gays.  And now the Society had recently
enlisted some doctors who could give Jaxon the surgery.
   They wanted him pregnant.
   So it was nine months after his abduction that Jaxon laid heavily on the
floor of his cell, hugely pregnant.  His belly churned as his baby twisted
inside.  The skin was smooth and supple around his grotesquely swollen
abdomen which had replaced his once taut abs.  The bellybutton was as
popped as it could be.  He was completely naked in the cold cell deep
underneath NYC; all he had for company was his belly and his captors.
   They had tortured him, raped him, pissed on him, anything you can
imagine for the past nine months.  He was surprised the child within him
was still alive after it all.  He didn't care one way or the other.  Not
about the kid.  Not about anything.  The bruises on his face and stomach,
the gashes around his asshole, and the wounds upon his back had all been
given to him when he was inches from death.  But they always had doctors
around to bring him back; he wish they would just let him die.  But despite
all of the bruises he was still handsome.  The men of the Society believed
the bruises made him look even more desirous.
   The cell opened and Jaxon sat up, clutching his belly which was resting
now upon his lap.
   "Get up you fat whore," the jailor commanded, reaching down and pulling
him up firmly by the arm.  "Look at you.  I'm surprised you haven't given
birth to that slab of meat yet." The jailor dragged him down a few
corridors and through a pair of metal doors.  Beyond was the "Room". 
Inside the Room was were the Society gathered to watch as Jaxon and other
pregnant men were strapped down, fucked, and abused.  He began sweating as
he entered through the doors.  In the dark corner of the room was perhaps
fifty men sitting on chairs watching as Jaxon was brought into the light
and thrown on the floor.  He braced the fall on his already bruised arms
and he cried out.  His body had become so frail and the weight of his
pregnancy made everything difficult.  He sat there on the floor shaking.
   "Mmmm," said a voice from the dark.  "Looking very ripe indeed." A guy
stepped from the shadows of the room and into the light.  He was young at
around thirty and very fit and attractive in a dark sort of way.  His name
was Alex and he was the leader of the Society.  His father had founded it
long ago and he had continued in his footsteps.  Jaxon thought he was Satan
on Earth.  "Stand up Preggo.  Let me see how big you've gotten since last
week."
   Jaxon struggled on his feet, naked as the wall.  His protruding belly
stuck out like a sore thumb.  He didn't know how many inches he was but he
knew it was a lot.  The baby inside twisted and pushed out at his
bellybutton.  The movement was captured clearly in the bright light and the
members of the Society murmured in approval by groaning and shifting their
dicks within their pants (if they wore any).
   "Active as usual," Alex observed.  He stepped forward and began groping
Jaxon's rounded middle.  He pushed firmly against it so he could feel the
child within and tapped it.  Jaxon felt queasy.  "You're overdue, did you
know that, my pet?  Yes you are 42 weeks today.  To celebrate we're going
to give you a good, hard fucking.  Among other things." the members in the
shadows chuckled.  "Now get on the slab.  On your back.  Jailor, strap him
down."
   Jaxon had learned obedience fairly quickly when he was brought in and he
did what he was told.  He crawled onto the cold stone slab and laid upon
his back with his belly jutting straight up.  The jailor strapped his arms
uncomfortably behind his back and strapped his legs into the stirrups.  The
stirrups aligned his legs almost completely horizontally and forward, like
a frog.  The position was incredibly painful but Jaxon could only express
this by whimpering.
   Alex was naked now standing over him.  He felt his cold hands rubbing
along his rotund stomach.  Out of everyone who ever abused him, Jaxon felt
Alex was the worst.  He was cruel.  very cruel.  Suddenly Alex slapped
Jaxon across his bloated pregnancy and began laughing as the baby within
twisted and turned effectively distorting his stomach in weird ways.  "I
think the baby likes that," he chuckled.  He slapped Jaxon's stomach again,
this time harder.  The pregnant man screamed as pain trickled through his
body.  The baby squirmed again.
   Then there was pressure on Jaxon's asshole and he felt the familiar
feeling of Alex's huge dick creeping inside him.  He was at least 10 inches
if not more.  Jaxon's was only eight and now it was becoming erect beneath
his bulging tummy.  "Is someone enjoying this part?" Alex asked before
roughly pushing his dick deeper into the pregnant guy's birth-chute.  Jaxon
had to admit that he liked being fucked in the ass.  He was a straight man
when he arrived into the Society, but now he wasn't so sure.  Jaxon felt
his rapist rip into his cervix like he usually did.  It was painfully
pleasurable.  Jaxon moaned.  The members around the room murmured their
excitement.
   With Alex sledging against his cervix Jaxon could hardly contain
himself. His dick burst with cum completely covering his pregnant belly. 
Cum dribbled down either side of the heavy dome and down the other side to
his chest.  His popped bellybutton was smeared in it.  As Alex continued
fucking Jaxon's cervix he rubbed the cum around on Jaxon's stomach and then
began feeding it to him.  He swallowed obediently but with a scowl on his
face.  He nearly vomited off it.
   Suddenly there was a shift in Jaxon's lower belly and his round stomach
clenched involuntarily.  His birth canal squeezed Alex's 10 inch dick with
profound power causing the man to moan and yell.
   "FUCK!  The whore just went into labor!" Alex cried to the members.
   "I was hoping I'd be the one to do it, you fat little bitch." Alex
pulled his big cock out of the preggo's birth-chute and began slapping it
on Jaxon's swollen belly until cum gushed out, spurting on his face and
contracting belly.
   "Who else wants to cum on an eighteen year old boy in labor?!" Alex
cried out to the Society and suddenly dozens of men exited the shadows and
entered into the light.  They were all surprisingly young to middle-age
with only a few above 50.  They were a rough looking bunch but money was in
their eyes.  They all whipped their cocks out and some undressed as they
circled the very pregnant, laboring Jaxon on the slab.
   "I want to fuck him when the baby is coming out.  I'll be the first to
wet that baby's head," said one of the members touching himself.
   "I just wanna fuck him!" said another.
   Jaxon could only vaguely hear these things.  The pain in his stomach and
ass was beyond anything he had ever felt before.  "Meds.  Give me some
meds!" he pleaded.
   "We will not be giving you any medication," stated Alex, rubbing Jaxon's
cum-stained belly.  "Except meds that'll prolong your pregnancy.  You'll be
fifty weeks before we allow you to give birth.  So you just enjoy those
contractions; you'll be having them for eight more weeks."
   Part Two
   "Let's give em a bath, boys!  called out a british man, stepping forward
with his large dick in his hands.  Fifty men encircled Jaxon each of them
massaging their solid cocks and grinning stupidly from ear to ear.  Jaxon
began to curse and yell and thrash about in his metal restraints that kept
his wrists bound to the stone slab beneath him.  His ankles were seized
firmly by the stirrups.  He was utterly helpless as the men squeezed in
around him, several at a time.  As he began screaming at the top of his
lungs one of the guys stuffed a twelve-inch dildo with breathing holes down
his throat.  His scream was choked as the dildo pushed past his uvula,
triggering his gag reflex, and then further into his throat until the dildo
was fully embedded inside.  Jaxon felt as if he would die from the
humiliation, not to mention the discomfort.
   Jaxon looked around, desperately wishing he could somehow escape but he
knew that this was what his life had become.  He was a pregnant whore to be
used.  Suddenly a wet and sticky wad of cum hit his right eye.  Another
load hit his ear and sprayed into his hair.  Jaxon tried to cry out but
found he could only make helpless little noises.  He felt foreign hands
upon his vast, shifting stomach and could feel the baby moving inside of
his womb, pushing his popped bellybutton further from the surface of his
glinting dome.  There were hisses of approval and more eager hands began to
grope at his baby inside of him.  They prodded at Jaxon's fetus and pushed
it around his womb, enamored by the kicks and pushes the kid would give
back.
   "Now, now, said Alex, stepping through the crowd.  Let's not harm the
unborn child; we need to make sure it's able to keep growing and swelling
within the boy, don't we?"
   A tall, burly black man stepped forward with a monstrous thirteen inch
dick standing proudly erect.  Jamal pushed the other guys away as he zeroed
in on Jaxon's pregnant ass.  He wasted no time; he charged forward and
speared himself into Jaxon with incredible fervor.  It was fucking cruel
and abusive.  Jaxon's back arched in pain, his heaving stomach thrusting
into the hair.  Two of the men that surrounded him groped at his belly and
slammed him back down onto the table.  Jaxon whimpered, his face red from
pain.  Jamal slammed his monster dick into Jaxon's reluctant ass and
triggered another contraction that rippled through the boy's heaving belly.
His stomach hardened beneath the hands of the crowd and his birthing hole
squeezed Jamal's thirteen inches like a vice as the contraction
strengthened.  Several members couldn't take it anymore and began to
ejaculate all over Jaxon's stomach and chest, coating his stretched skin
with their thick seed.
   Jamal's dick threatened to rip Jaxon apart.  It was too big and too deep
for Jaxon to take pleasure in it, even though his own cock stood at full
attention.  While Jamal kept pumping into his cervix, one of the members of
the club started sucking Jaxon's cock.  His belly contracted painfully and
he could feel his fetus kicking wildly inside.  Jamal was thrusting angrily
into the pregnant teenager's birthing chute, grinding into him with violent
strokes.  After each vicious, shredding thrust Jamal would slap the living
shit out of Jaxon's hardened stomach turning it pink and then red.  Jaxon's
eyes bulged with terror.  The members were cheering, laughing, and cumming.
Cumshots spewed on his face and chest and slicked his stomach.  After
another ten minutes of pure abusive sex from Jamal, Jaxon was soaking in
semen.  Finally, Jamal roared obscenely and stabbed Jaxon's cervix as
deeply as he could and released his load in a destructive torrent, forcing
Jaxon into another powerful contraction.  At the same time, Jaxon's own
dick erupted, shooting the underside of his taxed belly with his own potent
load of cum.
   He was in labor and wanted nothing more than to get the baby out of him.
He wanted this nightmare to end so he could go back home.  After Jamal
stumbled away, spent after his exertion inside of the pregnant boy, Alex
and a doctor appeared next to Jaxon and administered some sort of drug that
would inhibit his labor indefinitely.  Jaxon's contractions slowly subsided
and tears streamed down the sides of his face.
   Soon thereafter, they removed the dildo from his throat and Jaxon gasped
to fill his lungs, at last able to draw full breaths.  The breathing holes
in the dildo were not nearly enough for a laboring pregnant man getting
fucked.  For the next two hours each and every one of the fifty members of
the Society got their turn with Jaxon.  Some chose to cum down his throat
and up his nose, and others chose his ass or bellybutton.  By the end of
the marathon fuck, every inch of Jaxon's body and every strand of hair upon
his head was covered in dried and fresh semen.  His eyes had rolled back
into his head and he was very close to passing out.  Jaxon's unborn baby
had long sensed been lulled into a sleep by the rocking motion of two hours
of consecutive sex.
   As the members of the Society each went back to their penthouses and
estates, Jaxon was dragged back to his cell by two security guards.  They
threw his naked body onto the floor and he stumbled forward landing on his
pregnant belly.  He groaned in pain as he lifted himself into a doggy
position.  His whole body felt weak and tired.  Just as he was about to
flop over, one of the security guards pulled down his trousers and filled
Jaxon's baby hole with his seven inches.  Poor Jaxon couldn't catch a
break. The other guard stuck his eight inches into Jaxon's mouth, grabbing
him by his cum-soaked blonde hair and forcing him to take it all.
   By then, the poor pregnant teenager was numb and felt his body going
through the motions.  His dick hardened against his ripe, overhanging
stomach.  The security guard fucking him from behind leaned over Jaxon,
practically laying on top of him.  Jaxon couldn't handle the weight and
collapsed onto his bulging stomach, crushing it into the cold floor.  He
felt the fetus awaken inside of him and begin thrashing against his
bladder. He gasped and tried meekly to get the security guard off, but he
was too weak, too bruised, to act.  The guard kept fucking him harder,
driving Jaxon's pregnant belly into the cement.  When the guard cummed
inside of Jaxon's bowels and the other guard cummed on his face, they
kicked him in the ass, toppling the cum-stained kid over.  They zipped up
their trousers and locked up his cell and left him in silence.  When he
realized it was over, Jaxon wept quietly until he was soundly asleep.
   The days passed and meshed together.  Jaxon had no sense of time down in
the deep dungeons of New York City.  He only knew that he got fed twice a
day.  The meals were fairly tasty and nutritious, no doubt to keep Jaxon's
pregnancy big and uncomfortable for the eighteen year old as possible.  He
scarfed down his food and chugged the water bottle.  He leaned back against
the far wall of the small cell and sighed.  He felt some strength returning
and the baby seemed satisfied as it began doing cartwheels.
   He drifted into an uneasy nap but it wasn't long until he was awoken by
the loud echo of his metal cell door being opened.  Alex, the leader of the
Society, was standing over him.  A guard came in behind him carrying a
sturdy looking table and set it up in the far side of the room.  Good
afternoon, my handsome little preggy slut.  How are you feeling today?"
   Jaxon only stared blankly.
   "A little quiet today, are we?  I can see the baby is still quite alive
and kicking, said Alex, squatting in front of the defeated overdue pregnant
boy and pressing his hands onto his ripe belly.  He felt around its massive
form and gave it a few pats before digging his hand deep into its surface.
He could feel the fetus's small little body against his fingers the deeper
he pressed into Jaxon's stomach.  The baby was so big that he could even
feel its head and leg or arm.  I think the baby is running out of room."
   "Aghhh groaned Jaxon, his face grimacing from the pain of his womb being
compressed by Alex's probing fingers.
   "Aww, did that hurt?  WELL TOO BAD.  Now get up, said Alex, grabbing
Jaxon by his hair and lifting him from his stupor.  Now lay upon the table.
He pushed the pregnant boy towards the table and Jaxon struggled to get his
turgid form upon it.  Alex positioned Jaxon's body so that his ass was
slightly hanging from the table.  Now open your legs and keep them open."
   Alex unzipped his pants and pulled out his ten inch pecker and aligned
it properly against Jaxon's ass, swirling it around his opening before
entering in completely.  You can't help but enjoy this can you, you fat
pregnant whore, said Alex, grasping at Jaxon's swelling cock before groping
at his grotesquely distended stomach and fingering his popped bellybutton.
   Jaxon only moaned and cradled his aching belly as the fetus's whole leg
visibly strained against it.  Alex seemed to enjoy the sight of this.  He
picked up his pace and positioned himself better so that he could go
deeper. His thrusts became overpowering for the eighteen year old and Jaxon
cried out as Alex bottomed out inside of him repeatedly.  Alex laughed at
the boy's whimpering and then punched his bulbous gut with a loud THWACK.
Jaxon cried out and tried to sit up so that he could block against any
further blows, but the abs that he once had nine months ago were long gone,
replaced by a massive baby squirming inside of him and he fell back against
the table crying.  Alex continued laughing as his dick threatened to split
Jaxon in two.  He was thrusting so hard and deep now that his ripped abs
and torso were audibly clapping against Jaxon's belly.  The pregnant boy's
dick was sandwhiched in between them.  The fetus didn't seem to like this
at all and twisted inside of his womb so that Jaxon could hardly breathe.
   With each slam, Jaxon felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. 
He struggled to draw breath.  You're a filthy cum slut, Alex hissed,
punching Jaxon in the stomach again.  Filthy.  Little.  BITCH.  Alex then
climbed up onto the table with Jaxon and laid on top of him, crushing the
boy's turgid belly with his strong abs.  Alex nearly cummed as he felt the
baby struggling against his musculature.  He continued fucking him deeper
and deeper until each thrust felt like a fatal blow to poor Jaxon's
innards. The guard stationed outside of the cell was watching and touching
himself.  The guard wondered if the boss was going to pop the poor pregnant
kid.  He looked long ready to drop that baby out of him.  Alex, still on
top of Jaxon, began assaulting the preggo's face with his lips.  He was
licking at the handsome teenager's lips and forced his tongue inside.  For
a whole ten seconds Jaxon couldn't draw a breath as they locked into a
deep, cruel kiss.  He began trying to push Alex off as he struggled to
breathe.  Alex was livid.  He pushed himself off of Jaxon and drew back his
hand and slapped the daylight out of his face.  Jaxon's eyes rolled back
into his head and his head slammed back against the table.
   Realizing that he had knocked Jaxon out sent Alex over the edge.  He
pulled out his dick just in time to release a torrent of cum all over the
boy's stomach.  He spread the juices around Jaxon's fleshy dome until
nothing remained but a smooth, glossy surface.  When the baby gave a tiny
little kick, Alex leaned down and kissed Jaxon's cutely popped bellybutton.
Won't be long, little one.  Soon you will inherit the world.  Alex wiped
his dick off on Jaxon's limp, hanging legs and then zipped his trousers
back up.  As he turned to leave he saw the guard still touching himself. 
You can cum on him if you want.  He blacked out." The guard unzipped his
trousers eagerly and stood over the boy's face, pointing his dick into
Jaxon's mouth.  Within ten seconds the guard shot his load and filled the
boy's mouth with an incredible amount of semen.
   Alex laughed and clapped the guard on the back.  I'm sure he'll like
waking up to a mouthful of cum."
   "Just doing my job, sir, said the guard, smearing his wet dickhead on
the side of Jaxon's sleeping face.
   Part Three
   Jaxon stopped receiving food in his cell three days after he was first
administered the labor-inhibiting drugs that kept him from giving birth to
his overdue fetus.  Up until that point he had been receiving two somewhat
nutritious meals a day, but by the end of the second day without food Jaxon
was ready to do anything for a scrap of something.  By the end of the third
day without a single meal Jaxon felt like he was losing his mind.  He and
his unborn baby were starving and he begged the security guard for
something--anything.  But the guard only grinned and told him to shut up.
   On the fifth day Jaxon was delirious with hunger.  He felt how brittle
his skin was and how skinny he was becoming, except for his gravid belly of
course, which jutted out from his torso like an enormous melon.  The
starving baby inside of him pushed weakly against his belly.  They both
were hungry and Jaxon was even starting to think about eating out of his
own poop bucket in the corner of his cell.  He couldn't bring himself to
actually eat his own feces but he found his eyes were continuously being
drawn to the bucket and its contents within.
   On the morning of the sixth day Alex appeared at his cell with a wicked
grin on his face.  And how is my little pet doing today?"
   Jaxon was laid up against the wall holding his suffering pregnant belly.
He looked thin, pale, and ill.  Dark circles hung around his eyes and his
cheeks had hollowed out.  His once pretty blue eyes were now red and
defeated.  Jaxon's chest, legs, and arms were the only parts of his body
that still possessed a small amount of muscle because of his cruel, overdue
pregnancy weight that he had to deal with daily.  But even those muscles
were now weak and fading.  Alex found Jaxon's current malnourished
appearance made the boy more appealing than ever before.  His cock stirred
strongly within his pants.
   "Please, groaned Jaxon, reaching his shaking hand towards Alex.  I'm
starving."
   "Well, said Alex as he unlocked the cell door.  You're in luck.  We have
a nutritious supplement in store for you.  Get up.  Alex grabbed the naked
boy's arms and hoisted him up.  He found that it actually took a lot more
effort than usual.  As Jaxon stood to his full height he saw despite
Jaxon's hunger that the fetus was still growing.  If he hadn't kept dosing
Jaxon with the labor-preventative medicine, the baby would have been almost
two weeks old now.  But instead, the baby kept growing inside of the young
boy's stomach like a parasite.  Alex patted Jaxon's protruding stomach and
pried into its bulbous surface with his hands each on either side of its
rounded surface.  Jaxon groaned at the harassment but was too weak to even
think about trying to push Alex away, so Alex continued compressing Jaxon's
womb until he could feel the baby between his hands.  It was a sick,
demented way for Alex to feel closer to his unborn child; to feel the fetus
in its womb with his own hands.  He wasn't 100 sure that the child was his,
but he was the first to rape the boy within his first two weeks of arriving
into the Society so that gave him the rightful claim to its paternity.  No
one but the doctor who examined Jaxon periodically knew the sex of the
baby. Alex wanted it to be a surprise and Jaxon didn't seem to care.
   "The baby is only faintly moving, it seems, said Alex, his hands still
pressed hardly upon Jaxon's stomach.
   Alex practically dragged Jaxon out of the cell and down the corridor
into the Room.  Gathered in this large chamber were over a hundred Society
members and two other young pregnant guys.  The oldest of the two was
Eller, a twenty year old bodybuilder who was brought in nine months ago,
raped, and impregnanted.  Eller was 41 weeks with a 12 pounder and he was
really big.  Somehow throughout his imprisonment Eller had managed to stay
in tip top shape.  His chest was cut and his arms bulged with strength. 
His belly was big and round with his skin taut and straining to withhold
the large baby in his gut.  He was definitely bigger than Jaxon and yet
seemed to not be worn down by his girth.  He stood proudly in the middle of
his room next to the other guy with his stomach pushed forward and his
bellybutton leading the way.  Jaxon got the impression that Eller was proud
to be so heavily pregnant.
   The other guy was Aaron, a tall slender eighteen year old with a long
body the width of a pencil.  He was lanky as hell and had almost no muscle
whatsoever.  His belly was shocking to see.  It was so abnormally big that
Aaron could hardly walk.  He stood uncomfortably with his hands supporting
his back as his stomach billowed forward.  His bellybutton was so popped
that it looked painful.  In fact, everything about Aaron's pregnancy looked
painful.  His stomach was free of stretch marks but Jaxon couldn't see how
that was possible because he was simply enormous.  He was pregnant with
twins and he was five weeks past his due date bringing him at a whopping 45
weeks along.  The twins inside were each 10 lbs and were actually visibly
rolling, kicking, and lunging inside of Aaron's incredible womb.  His face
was constantly flinching in pain as his babies tormented him endlessly from
within.
   Jaxon looked small in comparison of both of the guys and he stood
awkwardly next to them.  He looked hungrily around for the food Alex had
promised but saw only the lusting eyes of the Society members watching him.
Jaxon began to wonder if there would be any food at all.
   "On your knees, all of you, said Alex to the pregnant boys.  Eller,
Aaron, and Jaxon each got to their bruised knees and groaned as the weight
of their hefty bodies settled upon them.  Now reach beneath your fat,
child-filled guts and touch yourselves."
   Eller grinned and reached under his ripe stomach and began massaging his
dick.  Aaron grunted as he tried to reach beneath his belly but found he
couldn't; he was simply too big and too overdue.  Jaxon had little issues
becoming hard.
   Alex approached Aaron who was struggling to reach his manhood.  One of
the twins positioned itself to the front of Aaron's stomach, visibly
disfiguring his now oblong gut.  Alex kneeled in front of the fearful Aaron
and pressed his hand against his stomach, gently feeling the fetus's back
that was crammed up against Aaron's stretched womb.  He rubbed the child's
back through Aaron's gut for a little bit, almost affectionately, before
drawing his hand and back and slapping the surface viciously.  Aaron cried
out, groping at his turgid form.  The baby that Alex had smacked wriggled
inside, straining against Aaron's skin.  Almost immediately after Alex
brutally smacked the pregnant boy Aaron's water broke and liquid gushed out
of his anus in an enormous flood.
   Aaron cried out again realizing that he was finally going into labor
after 45 weeks.
   Alex looked back at the surrounding members of the Society, grinning. 
Oops, he said and the members laughed.  A lot of them were stripping down
or pulling out their cocks as they watched the eighteen year old Aaron
enter into the preliminary stages of labor.  Aaron sat back on his ass and
groped at his twin-filled belly as a powerful, long awaited contraction
ripped through his stomach and squeezed his unborn children.  No one said
you could sit down, said Alex, reaching forward and violently gripping
Aaron's arm and forcing him to his feet.  Aaron could hardly stand on his
own anyways because of the weight of his overdue twins, and now with the
added pain of contractions Aaron got to his feet and then fell right back
down again.  He landed on his stomach and knocked the air from his lungs.
He felt a horrible pain his gut.  He struggled to roll over to his side but
Alex slammed his foot down onto Aaron's back and pushed Aaron's belly
further into the cold cement floor.  Jaxon wanted to throw up as he watched
Aaron struggle beneath Alex's foot, but his stomach was empty and he found
himself dry heaving.
   As Alex pushed Aaron's ripe stomach further and further into the cement
grinding his womb into the hard floor, Aaron unleashed an ear-shattering
shriek of unreal proportions.  Blood began to dribble out of his anus and
down his scrotum.  Alex relented then and kicked the teenager to his side.
His stomach looked disheveled and compressed as if Alex had put a huge dent
into its surface.
   While Aaron sobbed upon the floor Alex went over to Eller and knelt to
inspect his pregnancy.  Eller's dick was hard as a rock and soaking wet,
evidently he was turned on by Aaron's suffering; a true sadist just like
all the other members of the Society.  You were turned on by that little
display?  asked Alex, gliding a gentle hand over Eller's impressive chest,
arms, and finally over the smoothness of his heavy pregnancy.  Eller's
stomach was perfect.  It was shining in the light, glossy, and alive with
movements from the fetus within.  Alex appreciated the smoothness of his
globe and the glorious protrusion of his sexy navel.
   "Yes, sir, said Eller, grinning.  I wish you would do that to me."
   Alex seemed truly impressed by that answer and he looked towards the
other members of the Society and gave a low whistle.  Sounds like we have a
potential member here.  Maybe once you've given birth we'll enlist you into
our ranks.  Would you like that?"
   "No, sir, said Eller, patting his gravid stomach and feeling his unborn
fetus moving inside.  I want you to use me as your pregnant cum bucket for
as long as you will allow me.  After I give birth I beg, BEG you to fill me
again.  I want as many brats as you can put into me, and then I want you to
do unspeakable things to me."
   Alex's dick had reached its full potential in his trousers as he
listened to Eller's response.  He stood up and unfastened his belt.  He
pulled off his shirt and let his pants and underwear fall.  Alex was one of
those lean guys who had zero body fat and densely packed muscles.  He stood
tall and powerful above Eller, looking down upon him with his ten inch dick
standing completely erect.  You're making a lot of demands, he said
unhappily.  But I like your idea.  How about I allow you the privilege of
going into labor now so that we can get started on this idea of yours. 
You're looking ripe enough.  Lay on your back." Eller stopped stroking his
dripping cock and leaned back against the cold hard floor so that his belly
rose up like a mountain from his muscular body.  Alex signaled for one of
the members standing in the crowd.  Screwface, he said.  Come forward and
grant this pregnant sow his long awaited labor."
   Screwface was a giant of a man.  He was 7 feet tall and looked like the
Hulk.  He was completely naked and growing from between his legs was an
unbelievable 16 inch dick that had been surgically enlarged.  It was a
masterpiece of a cock and Jaxon's eyes bulged out as he watched it sway to
and fro.  Screwface himself was an ugly bastard with an ugly face and wore
a mask to hide his abhorred facial features.  Even Eller who was begging to
be abused seemed dismayed as Screwface stomped towards him.  He thought he
could feel the ground shaking as the hulk of a man approached.  Screwface
knelt down at Eller's backside and lifted his legs into the air and
positioned his 16 inch monster at his puckered birthing hole.  Screwface
had another nickname: the Battering Ram.  Screwface had put over thirty
pregnant men into labor simply with the first thrust of his cock, which was
able to easily plunge through the cervix and into the womb.
   As the Battering Ram positioned Eller's ass so that he would receive
every inch of his first thrust, the members began to cheer.  It was like
some sick sports game.  Jaxon momentarily forgot that he was hungry as he
watched wide-eyed.  And then Screwface roared and plunged in as deeply as
he could.  The thrust of his powerful hips was like the force of an
eighteen wheeler truck barreling through a wall.  In one incredible,
awe-inspiring thrust Screwface's full 16 inches plowed through Eller's anus
and breached his cervix.  Eller screamed in pain but his dick contradicted
what he was feeling; his rock hard cock exploded instantaneously as his
cervix shattered and cum spewed into the air like a god damn fire hose. 
His own cum splattered onto his face, his muscular chest, and all over his
belly.  He cummed and cummed even as he screamed and screamed.  Screwface's
dick was now embedded so deep into Eller that he was actually inside of his
womb.  His water had broken but Screwface's width was so tremendous that
the mucus didn't flood out until Screwface withdrew his cock.  Mucus gushed
out and splattered all over Screwface's knees.  This seemed to empower him.
   Eller screamed again as Screwface bulldozed his womb once more.
   The 12 lb baby shifted inside of Eller's massive stomach, twisting away
from the intrusion into his home and distorting the perfect shape of his
gut.  His hands groped at his sticky stomach and felt the weight of the
baby inside of him twisting around which made his spent cock stand erect
once again.  He slathered his cum around his stomach and then looked
towards Alex who was touching himself nearby.  The two made eye contact and
Eller began licking the cum from his fingers even as Screwface tore through
his anus like a whirlwind.
   Alex was taken aback by this pregnant twenty year old and couldn't help
but masturbate harder.
   Soon Eller's contractions were becoming more and more powerful and
Aaron, who still sobbed nearby, was having them too.  Alex dragged the
hugely bloated Aaron across the floor by his arm and positioned him right
next to Eller.  The two heavily pregnant boys labored side by side as
Screwface continued battering Eller's womb.  Alex told the members to keep
fucking Aaron until he gave birth, and they happily obliged, finally happy
for the chance to participate.  Poor Aaron, his twin-filled belly churning
above him as he lay upon the cold floor, was fucked and fucked by fifty
guys until the baby was too far into his birth canal for any of the members
to properly get any length within him without hurting the baby that was
pushing through.  Aaron cried and groped at his stomach in vain trying to
assuage the pain of his intense labor, but there was nothing he could do.
He was helpless as his first baby crowned and lit a fiery pain in his ass.
The baby's head was too big and he laid there pushing with everything he
had, crying, sobbing as he struggled to get the baby's head past his anus.
Now that the members couldn't properly fuck Aaron they settled on
ejaculating over his contracting stomach instead, or cumming in his mouth.
   Meanwhile Eller was still getting drilled senseless which was speeding
his labor tremendously.  After twenty minutes of nonstop fucking, Eller's
12 lbs baby began to descend into his birth canal and subsequently pushing
Screwface's dick further and further out.  Soon, Screwface had to withdraw
from Eller's dilated anus completely and decided to finish his load in
Eller's throat.  He kneeled behind Eller's head so that his knees were on
either side of his face and then tilted the pregnant sow's head back so
that his mouth was aligned with his cock.  He entered Eller's throat and
hilted himself until his balls were smothering Eller's face.  The members
cheered as Screwface lived up to the glory of his name.  Eller couldn't
breathe and his dick actually hardened at the thought of suffocating on a
dick while trying to push his baby out.  But Screwface ended up cumming
soon thereafter, shooting an entire gallon of cum straight into Eller's
bloated contracting stomach.  He pulled out and Eller gasped for air.
   Screwface rubbed Eller's stomach with his massive hand and spoke through
his mask that covered his face.  "You a good fuck.  Me fuck you again
soon."
   As Screwface left, Alex allowed the other members to congregate around
Eller and bid them to ejaculate on him as his labor continued.  Meanwhile,
next to Eller, Aaron was still struggling to push his first child out.  The
fetus's head was too large for Aaron's sphincter and wasn't budging. 
Several of the members began pressing against his round stomach trying to
force the baby out.  The other baby inside didn't seem to like that and
started thrashing against their hands.  Aaron tried to scream but another
member had stuck their seven inch penis down his throat and all he could do
was gag.
   Finally Alex pushed through the crowd to the laboring Aaron.  Looks like
you just weren't cut out for birthing, said Alex, punching Aaron's stomach
with all of his strength.  He punched at Aaron's womb again and again until
Aaron began to spasm and shake.  Finally, Alex's final punch caused a
powerful contraction to seize Aaron's belly and Alex reached at the boy's
anus and began trying to pull the baby with his hands in conjunction with
the powerful push.  The baby's huge head broke free from the boy's asshole
and the rest of his body came quickly afterward.  Alex held up the baby, a
girl, and checked for a heartbeat but the baby didn't make it; it had
simply spent too much time struggling to break free from Aaron's anus and
suffocated.
   Alex handed the lifeless baby girl to a member and it was carried away.
You're a failure, shouted Alex, punching Aaron squarely in his bleeding
birth hole.  Aaron could only gag on the cock in his throat, his body
jerking.  Keep fucking him until the next baby comes out, said Alex,
turning away.  A member stepped forward and immediately thrust his dick
deep into Aaron's sore, bleeding birth chute which was much looser now that
the first baby had come through.  Aaron could only sob, his hands groping
at his wet, sticky belly which was coated with several layers of cum.
   Eller climaxed again as his baby crowned.  His semen spurted forward and
splattered against the underside of his already cum-stained pregnancy.  He
rubbed at his laboring gut with his masculine hands and continued to lick
the cum off of his fingers.  Even as he endured the pain of his labor Eller
was enjoying every sensation, every fetal movement as his unborn child
pressed and wriggled against his prostate.  He felt around his belly,
feeling it soften as the baby slid downward.  Members were practically
spraying him with their cum and some were pushing at his stomach, feeling
the glory of his powerful contractions.  Eller gasped as the shoulders of
his child squeezed against his sphincter, stretching it to its maximum. 
Blood trickled from his anus as he pushed and pushed, heaving his belly
with all of his might.  Finally he yelped and the baby slid out onto the
cement floor.  Eller's stomach deflated a bit but he still had a placenta
to deliver and he could feel its weight inside of him.
   Alex emerged from the crowd and lifted the baby from the floor and
cradled it in his arms.  He cut the umbilical cord and then held the child
up so that all members could see it.  It's a boy!  he shouted, smiling
gleefully.  Our family grows!"
   "THE SOCIETY FOREVER!  all of the members shouted in unison.
   It wasn't long before Eller pushed out the placenta and his belly was as
flat as ever, if a little stretched.  Impassioned by the birth of the baby
boy, some of the members knelt down with Eller and began fucking his sore
ass mere moments after birthing the placenta.  It was painful but Eller
relished it and his cock was erect once again.
   Aaron was now in the throes of severe contractions as his second baby
began its descent into his birth canal.  He had a new cock down his throat
now and an eleven-incher fucking him from behind.  As his baby moved
further into his anal passage the member who was fucking him started to
find his dick ramming against the baby's head.  Aaron cried, holding his
stomach as he felt his baby being violated.  Alex stepped forward,
realizing what was happening, and threw the member off.  We don't fuck the
babies, he said into the guy's face.  Do that again and I'll have Screwface
put a baby in you so big you'll explode."
   The member nodded, his eyes wide with fear.  Everyone present in the
room had seen what happens to men who are impregnated with Screwface's
babies; their pregnancy gets so enormous that their uterus ruptures,
killing the guy.  It was the ultimate punishment for members who act out of
line.
   Soon Aaron's second child crowned and now that he was adequately
stretched he had no issue pushing the baby's head out.  The members were
once again heaving their weight against Aaron's stomach, helping the baby
descend faster.  As the baby finally emerged into the world, the cock in
Aaron's throat released a torrent of cum into his stomach.  Over the course
of this entire session of laboring and fucking, Aaron had swallowed at
least two gallons of cum and even now that his stomach was deflating with
the absence of the babies, he felt full and bloated beyond means.  He
rubbed at his stomach, groaning.
   Alex came forward and cut the baby's cord and lifted it up for all the
other members to see it.  It was a beautiful baby girl.  Our family grows!
he shouted.
   "THE SOCIETY FOREVER!  the members shouted back.
   Aaron pushed out the afterbirth and then collapsed.  He was physically
and emotionally exhausted.  He had developed a bond with his unborn twins
and losing one of them was devastating to him, even though he knew that
both of his babies would not be his to care for.  His stomach was flat now
on his pencil thin body and he felt empty inside, both figuratively and
literally.  The eighteen year old began to sob as he was carried away back
to his cell.  Eller was fit to stand and he got up smiling and invigorated
by his first birthing experience.  He was covered in dried cum and he
looked like he had been bathed in it.  But he cradled his empty, flat
stomach and for the first time appeared somewhat disappointed.  Alex, sir,
please, impregnate me again.  I need your babies in my gut.  I need to be
full again."
   Alex caressed Eller's handsome face and kissed him on the forehead. 
Alex looked young and handsome and powerful in that moment.  "Soon, my
sweet.  I will pump you full of life and give you exactly what you ask for.
You have earned it."
   Eller was escorted back to his cell and all the remaining members in the
Room turned their ravenous eyes on Jaxon.  Jaxon had been kneeling on his
knees for hours as he watched the other boys give birth, obediently
masturbating just as Alex had commanded him to.  His knees and legs hurt
terribly and his back was giving him hell, but he never once stopped
touching himself for fear of Alex looking over to find him slacking.  He
was starving and his poor baby was kicking weakly from within, telling him
that it needed to be fed.
   Alex approached him and traced a light finger across the boy's lovely
jaw.  Did you think we forgot about you, Jaxon?  he said.  We saved the
best for last, didn't you know?  You see, bigger pregnancies are not always
better in our eyes.  Despite your immense gut, you might have noticed that
yours was still smaller in comparison.  But, you see, you are the most
handsome boy any of us has ever seen.  Your face your body.  Your belly is
so pliant despite your advanced pregnancy and your child is so active
inside of you; a healthy baby that is strong and defiant who makes itself
known.  And now, to make your child healthier, we have starved you both to
prepare you for this coming meal."
   And then Alex snapped his finger and one of the members brought forward
the two placentas.  They were disgusting red-brown gooey bags that looked
like menstrual clots.  The umbilical cords were attached and hanging down
to the floor.  The member dropped the placentas in front of Jaxon and they
splattered next to him.  Jaxon's eyes watered in disgust but his mouth
salivated.  The other members encircled him, beating their cocks.
   "You carry my child, Jaxon, said Alex, crouching next to the boy and
placing a hand upon Jaxon's protruding belly.  You will make a true father
out of me.  This ritual will ensure that my child is as strong and as
virile as I am.  Now, eat."
   Jaxon reached forward, blinded by his hunger, and ate.
   Part Four
   At 49 weeks pregnant, 9 weeks overdue, Jaxon Wellington was not well at
all.  The medicine that subdued his labor was beginning to fail despite
being constantly injected with it and powerful, belly-splintering
contractions had begun to rip his body in two.  The fetus was easily
sixteen pounds and so incredibly strong.  Every movement, every twitch
rippled Jaxon's heavily distended stomach painfully, so painful in fact
that Jaxon had not slept in two days nor had he been able to stand up.  The
child's head was now positioned low in Jaxon's belly and could be seen
jutting out beneath his ripe bellybutton.  The child was simply too large
now for the eighteen year old to adequately stand or move.
   Jaxon felt as if he were dying.
   By this point, Jaxon had lost all will to fight back.  He had accepted
his fate and his reality; that he was an eighteen year old whore, pregnant
with a rapist's fetus, and forever doomed to be a birthing machine.  He
cursed his good-looks that he once coveted, and hated himself for getting
hard when hundreds of dicks invaded his innards.  He wished he had never
come to New York City.  He wished he could close his eyes and teleport away
from these forsaken dungeons.
   Jaxon lay flat on the cold cement floor with his belly pushing into the
air like a mountain.  His hands clenched at his stomach as a contraction
speared through him.  He cried out for help.  The guard standing at the
gate had been watching him with his pants down, touching himself as he
watched the boy struggle through labor.  Tears blinded Jaxon's eyes.  He
couldn't see.  He could only feel his overdue fetus ripping him apart from
the inside.  HELP!  he shouted, his voice strained and taxed.  HELP ME!  He
felt helpless, hopeless, and deserted.  The weirdest thing, however, was
that he yearned for Alex to save him.  After all, Alex had an interest in
the child churning within the boy's belly and would do what was necessary
to ensure its wellbeing.  ALEX!  PLEEASE!"
   The guard looked down the halls on either side of him, as if checking to
see if the coast was clear, and then stepped from his pants and removed his
clothes.  He unlocked the cell door and left it open behind him.  He
hurried in and lifted Jaxon's legs into the air and positioned his 9 black
cock at his clenched birth-hole.  You want help you fat fucker?  Well maybe
this is what you need.  The guard sneered and pushed himself in without a
moment's hesitation.  By now, Jaxon felt as if he should be used to the
feeling of having his birthing hole invaded by foreign cocks, but he
clenched his belly as the combination of his mind-splitting contractions
and the enormous 9 monster ripped him to pieces.  The guard was being
ruthless, shoving his prick deep into Jaxon's baby-hole.  Jaxon could feel
the weight of the fetus pressing against his cervix from one side and the
invading shaft pressing against it from the other side.  He felt sick and
fought the urge to vomit, and yet his own dick hardened beneath his
contracting bulge, once again defying him.  Oh you enjoy being fucked like
a piece of trash, don't you.  The Society trained you good."
   "Yes, said a voice behind the guard.  Yes we have.  Oh no, don't stop
fucking him; he is our very own personal cum-bucket, aren't you Jaxon?"
   Alex stepped into the cell, grinning sadistically as the guard
hesitantly resumed fucking the pregnant teenager's ass.  Alex was dressed
lightly in a pair of cut-off jean shorts with suspenders hugging his bare
shoulders and chest.  As Jaxon looked up from his precarious position on
the floor at his master and savior, he only then realized that Alex had
tattoos crawling up and down both of his arms and across his slim, muscular
chest and stomach.  Dark flames were slithering up his neck.  Once again,
Jaxon began to doubt his sexuality; Alex was a beautifully crafted handsome
man and the father of his child.  The teenager felt gratified somewhere
inside that such a man had placed a child in his womb.
   The guard was losing stamina now; obviously he wasn't a full member of
The Society, or else he would be capable of having sex for endless hours,
but the guard was tiring and nearing his climax.  He fucked harder and
harder, but slower and slower.  Alex knelt down next to Jaxon's head and
reached out to rub his hard belly, feeling the weight of the child within
and the strain of his contractions.  The child was moving, pressing out
with a hand or a foot.  Alex grabbed the foot through the skin, gently. 
Then his hand wandered over Jaxon's firm chest and then up his neck and
finally Alex caressed the boy's sweating, handsome face.  Moan for this
man, he demanded of Jaxon.  Jaxon looked hesitant.
   "I SAID MOAN, Alex raged, taking his right hand and balling it into a
fist.  MOAN.  Then his fist fell like a hammer stroke right upon Jaxon's
popped bellybutton.  The ripple spread out from that point and crawled
across the tight skin of his overdue pregnancy, like a stone cast into a
pond.  A powerful, severe contraction overtook Jaxon then and he screamed
and moaned and cried out as he felt the fetus go into distress within. 
Just as the guard climaxed inside, heaving his 9 inches as deep as he could
inside of the boy, there was a rush of fluid from the boy's cervix that
coated the guard's crotch and legs.  The guard pulled out and fell
backwards, surprised and a little scared that he had done something wrong.
   Alex stood up, his presence growing dark and menacing.  He walked
towards the guard who had fallen against the wall and was now cowering on
the floor as the master approached.  Alex reached forward with his right
hand and lifted the man by his neck.  He at once started choking and
clawing at his neck.  Alex's dark hair was combed and elegant and his eyes
sparkled in the dim lighting of the cell, no doubt handsome beyond means,
but within those dark green eyes was pure tyrannical, wrathful, vengeful
anger.  You broke his water, Alex steamed.  THAT WAS MY RIGHT, NOT YOURS.
And with surprising strength, Alex flexed the muscles in his arms and wrist
and snapped the guard's neck with a CRACK.  He let the guard fall lifeless
to the cold cement and then turned back to Jaxon.
   Jaxon had passed out.  The punch to his stomach had broken his water and
sent his overdue child into distress.  After nine weeks of suppression,
labor was beginning and he was dilating quickly.  The Society had gathered
for Jaxon's birth and members from all over the world had flown in for the
special occasion.  This was, after all, the birth of Alex's first son or
daughter; the heir to the Society would be born on this night.  Jaxon had
been tied to the slab in the middle of the Room with his arms bound behind
him, his belly thrust into the air, and his legs spread out into the
birthing position and bound tightly by the ankle.  The slab itself stood
roughly bed-level; a perfect height for any and all who wanted to fuck him
in his laboring state.  What made the slab so uncomfortable for the
pregnant men who labored upon it was not that it was cold and made out of
marble, but that there was no support for the head.  Jaxon's head dangled
off the side of the slab with his neck completely open and vulnerable.  The
men who labored upon the slab had no pillows to support their heavy head
nor any of the comforts a hospitable provided; with every strain and every
push, they had to rely on their neck muscles for the support they needed to
lift their head and push properly.
   Jaxon was still unconscious on the slab, but the Society, all five
hundred of them had gathered and were stripping into their nothings as Alex
began to speak.  A doctor of the Society stood over Jaxon administrating
medicine to calm the distressed fetus and stall the labor for as long as
possible.  "Brothers of the Society.  Welcome!  Tonight marks a special
night for us, and for me.  Tonight I become a father.  Cheers and applause
filled the dark chamber.  Tonight the Society gains an heir and, tonight,
you will all help me celebrate.  How will you help me, you ask?  Brothers.
I think you know the answer to that.  LET US BEGIN!"
   Alex nodded toward the doctor and the doctor brought the 9 week-overdue
eighteen year old out of his slumber.  Jaxon blinked and lifted his head
and saw that he was surrounded by hundreds of naked men.  He no longer felt
the powerful contractions that he had remembered, but felt only light ones
that he could endure.
   "As each member of Society bathes your cervix with their baby-batter,
your contractions will increase in strength," said Alex who was standing
beside him and rubbing circles along the skin straining to withhold his
child.  When the 500th member finishes inside of you, your contractions
will consume you.  You will be filled with so much pain that you will want
to die.  And when I, the 501st guy to enter into your laboring hole, will
bathe your womb with my own cum and continue to fuck you until I can't any
longer."
   Hot tears trickled from Jaxon's eyes.  He let his head hang backward off
the slab.  His neck was already hurting.  Alex felt his overdue child
inside of the teenager do a roll beneath his fingers.  The fetus was so
large now that the entirety of Jaxon's bulge changed shape and two feet
jutted outward from just above his bellybutton.  The fetus's head stuck
obscenely from his lower belly.  Alex stroked the child's head from the
outside and smiled with perfect white teeth.
   "You are beautiful like this," said Alex.  "So heavily pregnant.  You
haven't gained any weight anywhere else besides here.  He rubbed the boy's
swollen middle and tweaked his bellybutton.  I should keep you pregnant
forever, impregnating your sweet womb again and again.  You could birth all
of the children I ever dreamed of.  Between your looks and mine, we could
start a new race.
   He spoke so lovingly and Jaxon listened quietly as his head hung limply
off the slab.  He closed his eyes and pictured himself ten years from now,
28 years old and pregnant for the nth time.  Then he felt an enormous dick
filling his ass.  No lube, no warning.  Jaxon's head strained forward and
he saw that it was the first of the 500 members.  It had begun.  Jaxon
lurched against his restraints at the surprise of having his cervix
dominated by 10 inches of pure, thick cock.  None of the Society members
had small dicks; they were all gigantic and painful.  Probably enhanced by
the evil twisted doctors that aided the Society; the very same that made
male pregnancy possible.
   Jaxon felt so full of baby and so full of cock that his own dick had
responded, once again against his will.  He grown used to his body
betraying him, but it always put a bad taste into his mouth.  Several
members now were crowding around him and rubbing their erect penises on his
bloated stomach, poking the fetus from without just as the ten inches poked
him from within.  Someone was sucking his dick and could feel his face
rubbing against the underside of his enormous stomach.  He was so large now
that Jaxon couldn't reach his bellybutton nor see any of the people
standing on the other side of his belly.
   There was a sudden surge inside of his ass and the pregnant teenager
could feel the ten inched dick unleashing a heavy load right onto his
cervix.  As the man pulled out, a contraction seized his stomach and the
Society members who had their hands on his bulge moaned and mumbled their
appreciation.  Jaxon gasped.  The contraction was strong and took his
breath away at first, but he breathed through it and avoided making himself
panic.  Just as the cum leaked from his hole, another man positioned his
eleven inches at his slimy entrance and slid in.  As Jaxon's stomach
contracted, so did his birthing hole.  His inner walls squeezed the man's
entire eleven inches like a vice, and the man let out a heavy sigh as the
pleasurable feelings engulfed his libido and sent him pounding away into
the pregnant boy's ass.  He felt every inch of the man's sizeable penis and
felt the pain of his cockhead pressing into his cervix.  He was deep inside
and going deeper by the second.  As the man pushed further against his
cervix, Jaxon felt blinding, seething pain.  He felt his vision blacken
momentarily while the dick inside of him finally punctured his cervix.  As
his dick broke through and entered the womb, the man immediately felt the
fetus's head pressing against him.  He withdrew from the boy's womb and
pulled out of his cervix, not wishing to harm the master's child.  But he
was close to climaxing and he was curious He pushed back into the cervix
and into the womb and thrust one final time before unleashing his load
inside the boy's already full womb.
   As he pulled out, the cervix shut tightly behind him, trapping the cum
inside of the boy's belly.  The next man that stepped up had almost eleven
inches as well, and he too coveted the idea of trapping his cum inside of
Jaxon's womb.  He fucked Jaxon for twenty minutes before hilting himself
deep inside of Jaxon's twat and burrowing into his womb where his fetus was
kicking and stirring within, before unleashing a heavy load.  He pulled out
and the cervix closed behind him as a contraction seized upon the boy once
more, trapping the cum inside his womb.  As the men bragged to each other
about cumming inside of the boy's womb, it became a goal for everyone to do
so and see if his stomach swelled any bigger.
   By the tenth man to cum into his womb, Jaxon felt bloated and terrible.
He could feel something expanding inside of him and he was powerless to do
anything about it.  The contractions were very painful now as each man's
sperms stimulated his labor.  After an hour over thirty men had fucked him
and left their seed inside of his womb.  Alex was rubbing his bloated
stomach now and enjoying the show.  The fetus didn't seem to enjoy having
sperm floating around his house and was kicking violently, and when a
nine-week overdue fetus is angry, it hurts.  As it wriggled around in
Jaxon's womb Jaxon's belly twisted, churned, flipped, and bubbled.  He felt
as if an alien was inside him but the members seemed to enjoy the show. 
After three hours, 100 of the men had finished cumming inside of him.  They
had stopped busting their loads inside the womb on the 83rd man when the
doctor said that it was unhealthy, so instead they continued to cream
against his cervix instead of in it, but Jaxon's womb was packed and
extremely bloated.  His stomach had distended so far that he now had a
proper torpedo belly.  The contractions now were so powerful that Jaxon
would pass out for a few minutes and he would awaken only to pass out
again. And while Jaxon was in and out of consciousness, the men continued
to line up to fuck the laboring pregnant teenager.  Every time Jaxon awoke
there was a new dick fucking his brains out.  By the 200th man, six hours
later, Jaxon wanted to die just as Alex had predicted.  Jaxon himself had
orgasmed countless times and the underside of his belly was slick with cum.
The contractions now would knock him out for twenty minutes at a time and
the members of the Society gained some sort of sick gratification from
fucking an unconscious pregnant teenager in the heavy throes of labor.
   All the while the doctor continued to monitor the fetis's heartbeat and
stress levels.  All was well, though the next stage of labor had started
and Jaxon's cervix had begun dilating.  Now it had become a rush to get the
next 300 men their satisfaction before the fetus began to descend.  For the
next three hours the doctor tried to do the best he could to slow down
Jaxon's dilation but Jaxon was already at four centimeters.  All the cocks
that penetrated him now had no problem thrusting through his cervix and
into the boy's womb.  Many of the men secretly disobeyed the doctor's
orders and spent their cum inside of Jaxon's already cum-filled womb,
distending his belly further and further.  By the 400th dick to fuck him,
Jaxon's neck could longer support his head and he could do nothing but
allow his head to hang limply upside down.  His body and his back ached
rigidly from being tethered to the marble slab for so long and sweat clung
to every inch of his body.  His hair was matted with it and his belly was
constantly forming beads of sweat.  The fetus had fallen to sleep, tired
from all the rocking and contractions.  He was 8 centimeters dilated and
still had 100 men to go.  Cum was literally flowing like a river out of
Jaxon's birthing hole and down the marble slab.  Semen was everywhere. 
Some men had blown their loads several times on Jaxon's towering, quivering
belly and many had forced their semen down his throat.  The contractions
were now giving Jaxon seizures and the doctor was growing worried.  His
body couldn't take much more, but Alex was insistent that they keep going.
He kissed Jaxon's cum-stained belly and reassured the boy that it all would
be okay.
   Many hours later, Jaxon was fully dilated and the 500th member lumbered
over.  Screwface pushed through the crowd, throwing men aside like
ragdolls. He was 7 feet tall and had the body of the Hulk.  He wore a mask
over his face to hide his abhorred ugliness and every step he took could be
felt within the ground.  It my turn to fuck you, he said.  Jaxon began
screaming as Screwface began slapping Jaxon's face with his 16 inch dick. I
fuck you last, before Master.  Give fetus inside good bath.  Screwface
place his large hand on Jaxon's turgid belly and spread his fingers out. 
His hand was so big that he could almost hold Jaxon's entire baby gut in
his palm.  This was a man who could crush him and his fetus without any
effort.  Jaxon screamed again.
   He felt the 16 inches pushing through him.
   "Harm the fetus and you'll regret it, Screwface," said Alex who stood
nearby watching.
   Screwface gulped and he nodded fearfully.  "I be careful and nice to
fetus inside."
   Screwface plunged in until he met Jaxon's fully dilated cervix.  He was
only ten inches it at that point and had six inches to go.  He pushed in
further and his dickhead popped inside of the Jaxon's womb.  He felt the
fetus's head against him and he repositioned so that he could go further in
without harming it.  He had been commanded several times in the past by
Alex to give some of his pregnant men abortions with his cock, and had done
so obediently.  But this time Screwface was careful and feared his master's
wrath.
   He pushed in and Jaxon screamed again as he felt the monster's dick
buried deep in his pregnant belly.  He felt it thrusting and moving inside
of him just as he could feel the fetus do the same.  He struggled in his
restraints.  Screwface then began to thrust, careful to avoid the fetus. 
He sledged Jaxon like a mechanical piston until Jaxon's own dick began to
erupt everywhere.  Several members stepped forward to lick the cum off his
stomach.  The fetus woke up and began to kick.
   Just then, a contraction bore down into Jaxon's womb and Screwface's 16
inch erection was squeezed by Jaxon's uterine walls and his entire ass
clenched around his massive length.  The fetus was trying to descend.  True
labor had begun.  Jaxon screamed aloud and then passed out.  It was the
king of kings in regards to contractions.  No contraction that had come
before rivaled this one and the fetus was trying to move down, but
Screwface's dick was blocking the way.  The contraction squeezed
Screwface's length in all the right places and he roared like a beast as he
cummed and cummed and cummed into Jaxon's womb.  The giant's ballsack was
emptied and a gallon of semen expanded Jaxon's womb and stomach visibly. 
With each spurt Jaxon's belly bulged forward.  The members of the Society
began to cheer and holler.  Alex smiled.
   As Screwface withdrew from Jaxon's belly he lumbered off, spent and
tired.
   The fetus was descending now and Alex was fully naked standing poised at
the laboring teenager's birth chute.  "If only you were awake," said Alex,
patting Jaxon's overfilled belly.
   "I am," said Jaxon.  His eyes were glazed and barely open.  Tears were
slowly trickling down his red face and his energy level was completely
gone. He had been fucked by 500 men and gone through hours and hours of
endless contractions, each one painful and severe.  He was only eighteen
years old and 9 weeks overdue; there is only so much a teenager, no, a
human, can endure.
   "Good," said Alex and began to fuck Jaxon wildly even as the fetus began
to descend.  Alex's thrusts were so powerful that he could have brought the
winds, the rain, and the storms boiling across the sky.  He was magical and
a sight to see.  He was the best in bed out of all of the Society; a
well-oiled machine that could thrust so fast that his hips would blur and
be lost in the frenzy.  And now he was fucking his pregnant whore fervently
and with such force that Jaxon's skin was rippling.  Alex's rock hard
stomach was slapping against the teenager's overripe belly and Alex enjoyed
the feeling of his stomach touching Jaxon's.  Alex's ten inches pistoned in
and out continuously without pause.  And when he felt the fetus pushing
down through the cervix he continued to thrust, but came short of its head
as to not damage his beloved offspring, until at last he could not gain any
length inside of Jaxon's hole.  He spent his load and coated Jaxon's
birthing wall just as he pulled out and the fetus's head emerged.
   Jaxon's body and powerful contractions were doing all the pushing for
him as he lay there with his head lulled back.  He looked half dead and
made no sign that he even felt the fetus crowning.  His stomach muscles
pushed one last time and the shoulders emerged.  Alex literally had to
catch the 16 pound child as one final contraction shot the fetus out and
into his arms.  It was a boy.  The doctor handed Alex medical scissors and
he cut the chord and then held the fetus boy into the air for all to see.
   "A BOY!  A TRUE HEIR!  OUR FAMILY GROWS!" Alex shouted.
   "THE SOCIETY FOREVER!  THE SOCIETY FOREVER!  THE SOCIETY FOREVER!"
   ~*~
   Jaxon woke in his cell the day after birthing his first child and felt
delirious.  His stomach had a strange tingling sensation and his birth hole
felt loose and numb from getting raped by hundreds of men and then birthing
a 16 pound child right after.  He struggled to stand, using the wall for
support, and ran his hands down his flat stomach.  He possessed some baby
flab but it wasn't an overwhelming amount; nothing that he couldn't get rid
of.  Jaxon felt deflated.  Where once a torpedo belly jutted forward was
now just deflated skin.  He had come a long way from having a high school
athlete's body to now having a saggy belly with no trace of tone.  The
biggest emotion he was feeling in that moment was relief.  The baby was
out, his obscene pregnancy had ended, and maybe he could ask Alex to let
him go.  He had given Alex exactly what he wanted: an heir.  What further
use could he now be to the man?  Surely he would let him go.
   As he pondered these things, Alex appeared on the other side of the cell
bars.  In his arms was a large baby wrapped in a blanket.  Alex looked
happier than Jaxon had ever seen him.  Say hi to your other daddy, Ethan,
said Alex, moving closer to the cell but not going in.
   "You are already more handsome than he is," he said to the baby.
   Jaxon didn't much care about the child he carried in his womb for 49
weeks.  He never developed the emotional attachment like most expecting
parents did.  Instead, he was consumed with the possibility of actually
being able to leave.  "Am I being released?"
   Alex looked up from his child's face and directly into Jaxon's eyes. 
His brows furrowed and a darkness fell over his face.  And then he started
to laugh.  "Released!?  My dear, dear darling Jaxon.  You'll never leave
here.  You think I wanted just one heir?  I will put a thousand children in
your belly before I release you."
   The eighteen year old looked stricken.  His legs lost their strength
beneath him and he collapsed on his hands.
   "Oh don't be like that," said Alex, unlocking the cell door with his
free hand.  "You do deserve some sort of reward for giving me a healthy
son. Come.  Get up and I'll show you to your new room."
   Alex led Jaxon through the dungeons and through the underground passages
below NYC until they came to a room with gilded doors.  They went through
and Jaxon found himself in an immense suite filled with people.  In the
center was a large circular bed and several naked pregnant men having sex
upon it.  This was a bedroom.  A grand, splendid master bedroom.  Alex put
Ethan down in a large crib to the side of the room and led Jaxon around. 
There was a huge bathroom with a hot tub and several showers.  On one side
of the room was a pool that had several naked pregnant men swimming around
in it.  Several members of the Society were also present in the room and
many of them were fucking some of the pregnant boys.  Jaxon had walked into
an orgy room.
   "This is my room, said Alex, guiding Jaxon around with a hand on his
lower back.  Some of the pregnant men who are held as captives, like you,
impress me.  After they birth their first child I allow them to be
free--well, not totally free; they can't ever leave from the Underground,
but they are free to do as they wish.  Many of them become husbands to
members of the Society.  Some of them wish to become pregnant again and
have a normal pregnancy that they can enjoy."
   "And what about me?" asked Jaxon, wondering where he fit into all of
this.
   "You will be my personal boytoy.  You will be the father of all my
children, and I want many.  You will live in here and you will birth in
peace."
   This wasn't what Jaxon wanted.  He wanted to go home.  Tears welled up
in his eyes.
   "There, there," comforted Alex.  "You'll come to love it here.  I'll be
taking very good care of you from now on.  But first things first...."
   Alex led Jaxon over to his circular bed and pushed him down upon it. 
Little Ethan wants a little brother or sister.  "It's time to fuck another
baby into you."
   "No," said Jaxon, whimpering.  "I'm still too sore please, no."
   "Shut up or I'll change my mind and chain you to the slab and have
Screwface fuck you to death."
   And as Alex fucked his seed into Jaxon's womb, Jaxon wept and wept.  His
old life, his friends, his family were now dust in the wind.  This was his
life now.  As Alex thrust into him again and again, Jaxon began to touch
himself.  Soon thereafter Jaxon dried his tears and began to make himself
enjoy Alex's thick cock.  It was either be miserable forever or adapt, and
now that he thought about it, he couldn't wait to be pregnant again.  He
felt only emptiness in his belly; an emptiness that Alex was now filling.
   Eller, Part One
   Eller was left alone in his cold cell for two weeks following his
successful delivery of the 12 pound child that he carried in his belly for
41 weeks.  He had grown so used to having his middle filled with baby that
now he felt hollow and half of the person he once was.  Eller's biceps
bulged and his chest was as sculpted as ever.  He had a handsome face and
by all standards very attractive, but Eller's self-confidence had deflated
in the moment that his pregnancy ended.  His stomach had nearly reverted
back to his original state, though lacking the definition it once had
pre-pregnancy.  Without a tight, round stomach Eller almost felt
embarrassed.  His body craved potent semen.  He begged the guard outside of
his cell to fuck him pregnant.  He offered his very soul to the guard, but
the guard was under strict orders.
   Something special was planned for Eller.
   There wasn't much to do in his cell.  Eller had kept in excellent shape
throughout his pregnancy but his belly did need some firming up.  Alex had
always wanted to get a bodybuilder pregnant so when the Society found Eller
walking the streets of New York 9 months earlier after winning a
bodybuilding competition, Alex had the 20 year old brought in.  It had been
the best 9 months of Eller's life.  He had never felt more fulfilled in his
life.  The prospect of male pregnancy had never even crossed his mind
before he was brought into the Society.  And now, 9 months after the fact,
it was all he cared about; all he dreamed of.  It had become the very
meaning of his life.
   As he sat on the floor of his cell rubbing his empty stomach longingly,
there were footsteps approaching from down the hall.  Step, step, step,
step.  Eller sat up, frozen, transfixed by the sound.  He had a visitor.
   Alex stood before him, grinning handsomely like a young and proud god
about to grant his subject a great divine gift.  Stand, he commanded, and
Eller found himself on his feet.  Alex nodded toward the guard and the man
unlocked the cell door and stepped away.  Alex motioned for Eller to come
forward and together they walked down the corridor, Alex's hand softly upon
the 20 year olds lower back.  "Do you still desire your empty gut to be
filled with child once more?"
   "Yes, sir, please," said Eller, desperately.
   "Good."
   Together, they opened the doors into the Room.  Eller was excited,
mentally and physically: he hadn't had a boner this hard since when he was
upon his back giving birth.  He was naked, as all guests of the Society
were and his erection swayed back and forth.  Alex mused at this; he had
trained this one well.
   As he entered the Room he looked around and smiled from ear to ear.  It
was filled to capacity with Society members; a sure sign that something
very special was planned for that evening.  Eller loved being the center of
everyone's gaze.  Part of his soul was returning to him.  Alex led him
forward to the middle of the Room and brought him directly to the slab that
he had birthed upon only a couple of weeks ago.  It seemed like such a long
time ago.
   "My, my," Alex said, turning toward Eller with an evil grin on his face
as he circled him.  "Someone is very eager to get fucked."
   "Yes sir," Eller nodded, his cock twitching and reaching a new plateau
of firmness.
   "You are quite the rare specimen," Alex complimented as he inspected
Eller's body, running a strong hand over the various muscular surfaces.  He
gripped Eller's thick cock and gave it a playful tug.
   "Thank you, sir," Eller said.  He was sweating now with anticipation.
   "One would never know you had just given birth," Alex continued as he
ran his fingers over Eller's stomach.  Impressive.  Tell me, Eller, would
you like to have your gut filled with a child so large that you may not
live to give birth?"
   Eller's eyes filled with light at the thought.  I would like nothing
more." Alex considered Eller's handsome face for a moment, his eyes
measuring the man's sincerity.  After a pause, Alex nodded his head slowly
and the most blackest of grins slithered across his mouth.  SCREWFACE!"
   The members began to cheer, hoot, and holler.  They chanted Screwface's
name again and again for what seemed like minutes before one of the doors
flew open and a giant of a man pushed through.  No man had ever survived a
pregnancy by Screwface.
   Pregnancies produced by the monster were simply too large and too much
for any man's body to handle.  The last person impregnated by the giant had
died in his 7th month when the unborn fetus had actually ruptured the
placenta with a kick.  It was a long, excruciating death.  Eller had heard
the horror stories, but despite them, his cock twitched again.  Screwface
could give him a belly bigger than his last and that was all he truly cared
about.
   "Master," Screwface said dumbly as he lumbered toward Alex.  His ugly
faced was masked but the rest of his body was nude.  His 16 inch prick
still measured at 8 inches limp; a true beast of a man.  Despite his size
and strength, he stood humbly before Alex.
   "Screwface, my big brute," Alex said, using the back of his hand to pet
Screwface's jacked pecs.  "You remember Eller, don't you?"
   "Me remember him," Screwface nodded.  His obscenely large penis becoming
rapidly erect.  Eller feared it, and yet wanted it so badly.  He felt
saliva building in his mouth at the very thought of that huge thing putting
a baby in his belly.
   "Excellent," Alex smiled, patting Screwface gently.  "Put a baby in
him."
   Screwface always listened to Alex's commands but even he paused slightly
as he took in the latest.  He knew that when he got men pregnant, they
died, and sometimes so did their babies.  He had no sense of love for any
child he created.  Screwface didn't fully understand the biology of human
reproduction.  All he could comprehend was that sometimes after he put his
dick into someone they would grow a belly filled with a tiny human and that
they were fun to fuck when their bellies got very big.
   Alex turned to Eller.  "Up on the slab."
   Eller didn't quite know why he hesitated.  He didn't know if he was
actually scared or transfixed by what was about to happen.
   "Do as I say!" Alex said, slapping Eller firmly across his face.  Eller
climbed up onto the slab and laid down upon its cold surface.  Cold,
creeping chills clawed through his body.  Alex, he said, as he tried to
relax.  Master.  I want to keep getting pregnant as long as I can.  Maybe
someone else should knock me up, so I could continue having babies for as
long as you want."
   "And you will," Alex said as he began strapping Eller down to the slab.
"As long as you survive this pregnancy.  I have every confidence that a
strong, young man such as yourself will be capable of delivering a baby by
Screwface.  Alex strapped Eller's arms to the slab and chained his feet to
the birthing stirrups so that his ass was fully exposed.
   Eller's head dangled unsupported off of the slab.
   For the first time since being taken captive, Eller was scared.  For
whatever reason, he was fine with being pregnant for the rest of his life,
in fact he liked the idea; it turned him on.  He had no problem with the
abuse or the thought of giving birth to countless children for the Society
but suddenly he felt as if he was being given a death sentence.  He was
having second thoughts.
   "Please, Alex," Eller pleaded, tears coming to his eyes.
   "There, there," Alex said soothingly, stroking Eller's flat stomach. 
"I'm sure if anyone can survive this, it's you," he said with a wink and a
less than reassuring pat to Eller's thigh.  "Screwface," he said, turning
to the monster of a man behind him.  "Put a baby in him worthy of your
size."
   Eller let loose a mournful, scared sound and some members of the Society
began to laugh.  Even Alex smirked.  Screwface entered into the 20 year old
and Eller screamed at the top of his lungs.  He still had scar tissue
healing from the birth two weeks ago and the giant's massive penis ripped
it all to pieces.  Blood spilled from his asshole but Screwface paid it no
mind.  Eller felt as if someone had stuck a tree trunk up his ass and he
could feel it inching into his very belly.  At eleven inches in Alex felt
his cervix being raped open, and the rest of the five inches slid into his
empty womb.  The pain was unreal and Eller bit his lip, drawing blood.
   Once the giant started to fuck him in rhythm, Eller's pain only doubled.
His cervix was being mutilated and he could actually see the sixteen inch
dick moving beneath the skin of his stomach, causing Eller's own hard
erection to pulse.  For nigh on fifteen minutes Screwface pillaged his womb
and was nearing orgasm.  With his hands tied and no one to masturbate his
own dick, Eller began to feel tortured.  He needed someone to touch his
erection and get him off or he felt he would lose his mind." Someone, Alex,
please touch me.  Screwface, please touch me."
   "Me is touching you," said Screwface, confused, as he continued to fuck
Eller's birthing hole.
   "No, touch my cock, please."
   Alex looked at the other members and grinned mischievously.  He folded
his arms and began to laugh at Eller's pleading.  "No, I don't think so. 
You haven't earned the right to be masturbated or sucked until we confirm
your pregnancy."
   Eller groaned, defeated.  His cock was literally aching.  ACHING to be
touched.  And just then, Screwface roared like a wild lion and burrowed his
entirety as deep as he could into Eller's womb.  Roaring again and
clenching Eller's thighs with his massive hands, he creamed a bucket load
of baby batter.  By the fifteenth load, Eller's stomach was bloated and he
felt in innards gushing with its weight.
   For an entire week they left Eller strapped to the slab only allowing
him up for short restroom breaks.  By the end of that week, Eller's neck
muscles could no longer support holding his head up upon the slab, and he
was resigned to simply allow his head to dangle limply behind him as his
body was fucked.  Alex wouldn't allow anyone else but the giant to fuck the
bodybuilder.  Screwface had complete custody of Eller for seven days,
dumping load after load of his potent seed into Eller's bowels until he was
quite literally overflowing in it.  After another week, and then another,
Eller had been confirmed pregnant.  The seed took and Eller was both
anxious about it and excited.  He figured that his time alive would wane as
his pregnancy waxed.  He couldn't help but feel that he was facing the end.
Pregnant until I die had taken on a whole new meaning.
   Eller Part Two
   Eller vomited uncontrollably in the corner of his cell.  His body felt
weak despite all of his musculature, something he was not accustomed to. 
His first pregnancy was cake; no sickness, no fatigue, nothing.  But this
was different.  Eller couldn't help but think that a monster was growing
inside of him.  A huge, grotesque monster that would likely eat him alive.
He began to wonder what Screwface really was.  Surely he looked like an
overlarge human, but was he really a giant?  He began to panic at the
thought of having a half-giant baby enlarging within his womb.  Then he
noticed his dick growing in between his legs.  He was turned on.  Wasn't a
huge baby exactly what he dreamed of?  He wiped the vomit from his mouth
with the back of his hand and then started beating himself off.  His bicep
flexed with the effort.  He leaned back against the cold stone walls and
held his flat stomach with his left hand imagining the fetus within him
growing and straining against his skin and prodding his bellybutton from
the inside.  He exploded on himself and his seed struck at the stone
ceiling and the wall behind him.  The guard stationed outside of his cell
watched, nodding his approval.  If the guard hadn't been told to not touch
Eller, he would have masturbated the prisoner for him.
   In his second month he woke up on the cold hard floor of his cell and
immediately vomited everywhere.  He didn't even get a chance to sit up, he
simply began to heave.  He picked himself up and tried to wipe the vomit
off of his arms and face.  His body was adjusting to the abnormality of
Screwface's child.  Eller wondered if this was his body's way of making
room for the fetus.  Once he got himself moderately clean, he noticed a
slight bulge in his stomach for the first time.  He nearly wet himself with
excitement.  This was it!  Finally, at last, he actually felt pregnant
again.  His hard on raged immediately and he began to masturbate himself as
he felt up his new pregnant belly.  All of the prior dread evaporated and
was replaced with concentrated horniness.  He cried out and came all over
his new belly pouch.  He licked his fingers dry and then began to shake
with excitement.  In another four weeks during his third month of
pregnancy, Eller's body had changed dramatically.  He had a gut now.  A big
one.  At twelve weeks along Eller's stomach had grown alarmingly fast.  He
couldn't stop masturbating and prodding his belly.  It felt nice and firm,
unlike a beer belly.  His skin around his distended abdomen was smooth and
hard and he could feel the weight of the fetus right below his bellybutton.
It was oddly warm right there, as if the baby's heat was radiating through
the skin.  He didn't care much about that or the baby, all he cared about
was his new bulging form.  He wished he had a mirror in his cell so that he
could admire his ripped torso and distended womb.  One of the things that
he noticed was that his bellybutton was shallowing out much quicker than
his previous pregnancy.  He guessed that in another few weeks his
bellybutton would be close to bursting.
   Alex finally reappeared during this time to check up on his favorite
pregnant stud.  Eller was a little surprised to see a newborn in the
Master's arms.  Alex had only a pair of blue jean cutoffs on and his naked
and tattooed upper torso was firm with lean, sculpted muscle.  For some
reason, Eller found it odd to see such a cruel man holding a baby so
lovingly and gently.  And so the pregnancy-addict is pregnant once more,
said Alex, admiring Eller's new bulging belly from the other side of the
cell door.  "What is it now?  Twelve weeks along?  And already looking
large and fantastic.  I'd say you were about twenty weeks along, by the
looks of it, but we know that's not possible.  Screwface really does
deliver."
   Eller flexed vainly and stood sideways to give Alex a better look at his
proud new baby gut.  "Put that baby down and come fuck me, Master."
   Alex tilted his head.  "Once again, you command me." Alex gently passed
the baby into the safe arms of the guard standing beside him and opened the
cell.  Like a storm, Alex strode in and latched onto Eller's neck and
smashed him into the wall.  The air left Eller's lungs in a gust and the
bodybuilder threatened to slump over, but Alex grabbed him beneath his arms
and once again pinned him against the wall.  "Command me once more and I'll
reach into your baby hole with my hand, rip the fetus from your womb and
present it to you, smiling.  Is this understood, my pet?"
   The pregnant man clutched at his stomach and nodded, still trying to
breathe air back into his lungs.  Though strong of body and much bulkier
than Alex, Eller did not fight back.  He knew better.  He concentrated on
breathing.
   "Very well, said Alex, his expression softening.  He patted Eller's
belly nicely and then threw Eller to the ground face first.  Alex stripped
off his shorts and pounced on Eller's pregnant ass like a tiger in heat. 
The guard holding the Master's baby looked on with envy as his leader
pushed himself into the prisoner's succulent birthing hole.
   Eller was enjoying it, despite struggling for air.  He hadn't been
fucked since those weeks he spent with Screwface trying to conceive.  This
was exactly what he had been craving.  Not ice cream, pickles, and milk;
but cock.  He began to push against Alex's thrusts, their opposing motions
causing a collision of sexual energy and pleasure.  But Eller noticed
something different about Alex's length.  It felt longer than the normal
ten inches.  And when Alex's cockhead busted through his cervix with ease,
and felt it continue into his womb, and then continue even further in,
Eller knew something had happened to Alex's cock to make it grow longer. 
You feel huge, Eller said, panting and screaming as his womb was violated
by the Master.
   Alex answered in between his thrusts and lust-filled cries.  The same
doctor that allowed male pregnancy to be possible has created some other
amazing medical breakthroughs say hello to my very own sixteen inches.  And
then Alex pushed all the way in and Eller felt as every inch of the
Master's cock filled his womb.  I'll try not to harm your baby, he said,
but Eller didn't hear him.  He was caught up in a cloud.  It used to hurt
when Eller's actual womb was getting fucked, but now it was better than
anything he had ever felt.  His body was adapting to receive pleasure
instead of pain.  Eller's cock was erect beneath him and slapping his
pregnant belly repeatedly with every one of Alex's deep thrusts. 
Eventually the clapping sound of Alex's waist smashing against Eller's
smooth ass became his anthem, and he relished the sound and the feeling and
the smell.  His senses were tingling.  As Alex fucked him he would lean
forward and feel up Eller's rounding stomach and then begin to fuck him
harder, as if he received some sort of energy charge from touching his
belly.
   And then Alex creamed inside of him, filling his womb with his potent
seed.  Eller wished that he could get doubly pregnant and have two little
bastards growing in his womb.  He climaxed with that thought in his mind;
his body shaking dramatically as cock sprayed the underside of his torso
with his cum.  Alex pulled his length from Eller's womb and back out of the
cervix, which sealed the cum inside of Eller's male uterus where
Screwface's developing fetus floated unaware.
   "Quite the fuck, as per usual," said Alex, patting Eller's thigh
approvingly.  "But remember my little threat next time you feel the need to
command me about.  If you want something, you must learn to beg for it like
the fat pregnant fuck you are."
   With that, Alex left taking his small son with him and Eller didn't see
him for another month.
   At four months along, sixteen weeks, Eller's fetus had entered into a
growth spurt.  He now had a round belly that looked very close to popping,
if it were a normal pregnancy.  His bellybutton jutted proudly forward and
Eller spent many of his days fondling it until it was red and bruised.  The
bellybutton on a pregnant man was incredibly sexually sensitive and Eller
was almost addicted to touching it.  He masturbated day and night, as often
as possible, and ejaculated more cum than ever before possible.  This
pregnancy had sent his body into overdrive and he found the changes in his
body riveting.  Inside of his enlarged womb he could feel the fetus moving
about.  While not unusual during the fourth month, the force of the
movements caught him off guard.  He remembered during the end of his first
pregnancy that he could feel powerful fetal movements that actually morphed
the shape of his stomach, and could see arms and legs and even the head
protruding beneath his skin.  This time, he could actually see the baby
moving within his womb far earlier.  The child was simply enormous.  He
could feel his baby kicking against his cervix and feel the head pressing
forward just above his taught bellybutton.  And when the fetus rolled and
flipped inside of him Eller would find himself hard and climaxing.
   During his sixteenth week, Alex appeared once more and took him into the
Room where he was surveyed by the gathered Society members.  They all
clamored with astonishment at his size.  They were amazed that he had no
stretch marks and observed that he was made to be pregnant, to which Eller
agreed.  After observing him for a while and taking turns to feel his sexy
bulging belly, they strapped him down to the slab and hoisted his legs into
the birthing stirrups.  They left his hands and arms free so that he could
touch himself if he wanted, and he certainly did.  Soon all of the members
had encircled him and a line had formed to fuck the big-bellied
bodybuilder. After a good hour of rough sex, Eller was slimed in cum.  He
lay upon the slab with cum dripping down the sides of his belly and he
began to rub it all over himself.  He smeared it over his firm pecs and
used it as lotion for his biceps and pregnant belly.  He swirled it happily
in circles around his bellybutton and some of the Society members who had
already cummed were once again dumping more of their loads upon Eller's
fecund belly.
   Soon, the members cleared out leaving only him and Alex in the Room. 
Eller wondered what Alex had in store for him....
   The Master placed a hand on the bulging swell of Eller's cumstained womb
and helped massage some of the juice into the absorbent skin of his
pregnancy.  Let's discuss your future, said the Master lightly, his voice a
whisper and an echo in the empty stone room.  There was many moments of
silence and Eller waited patiently for Alex to continue speaking, all the
while enjoying Alex's belly massage.  "You will likely die from this
pregnancy.  Of that, there is little doubt.  So here's what's going to
happen.  Your life has become suddenly ephemeral and we must enjoy your
body while it remains to be enjoyed.  We have decided that since you are to
die anyways, that we are to use and abuse you however the members see fit.
We do not care for the child inside you; it is Screwface's abomination
after all, so the child's safety is not our concern, nor is yours."
   Eller's eyes were wide and when he tried to protest, Alex placed a
finger upon his lips.
   "We will, of course, hope that your pregnancy continues so that you grow
larger than ever before.  That would make it more fun.  But...." He
shrugged.  "I can make no guarantees, my sweet handsome man."
   Alex then snapped his finger and it sounded like a crystal echo
shattering into the dark.
   A door opened and two naked men strode in.  Both of them were tall and
both of them had fifteen inch dicks that swayed back and forth as they
walked.  Alex disappeared into the darkness and the two men stepped into
the light.  Eller noted that both of them were very handsome and young,
mid-twenties about.  They were also twins.  Sexy, nymphomaniac, loaded
twins.  They were even more muscular than he was, and their fifteen inch
long rods were thick and veiny.  Eller was excited and a little nervous. 
He heard a laugh echo from the darkness of the room.  Alex was watching.
   When the twins positioned themselves both at Eller's birthhole and he
could not see them because of the mound of his belly, he began to grow a
little worried.  What were they doing?  And then he discovered all too
quickly what was happening.  Double anal penetration.  They both were going
to fuck him at the same time in the same hole.  And then it happened.  He
felt one large cockhead go in, and then felt another join it.  And then
they both in unison began to enter him.  He felt his asshole stretch and
bend as it tried to accommodate their size and girth.  The twins pushed in,
together, a little at a time and every single inch was like FIRE.  It was
less pain than birth, but rivaled it closely.  Eller reached beneath his
belly and began to touch himself--perhaps the only way now that he could
find pleasure in this until his body adjusted.  Eller's face turned red as
the pain continued and continued the deeper the twins delved.  They perhaps
got nine or ten inches in and stopped just before the pregnant man's
cervix. They started to fuck him, pistoning in and out in a rhythm only
twins could achieve.  They were in perfect sync and it felt like one huge
pole inside of him.  Eller's body started to shake with the pleasure and
the pain.  It felt like they were carving a new hole within him.
   But still, they did not strike the cervix until ten minutes later, when
Eller's ass had almost completely adjusted.  All three of them were
groaning now, Eller more-so.  He held his hands to his belly, feeling the
heavy fetus inside being lurched around with the force of the twins
thrusts. Then the twins looked at each other and nodded.  They pushed
further in together and Eller's body spasmed uncontrollably as the twins
struck his cervix.  The fetus also seemed to sense it and began to do flips
and lunges causing Eller's gravid stomach to make strange shapes.  The
twins delighted in this and each began to rub the man's belly as they
struck at his cervix repeatedly.  With four hands groping and playing with
his stomach Eller could hardly contain himself.  And when one of them
pinched his bellybutton hard Eller began to erupt everywhere.  He cummed on
his own belly and even sprayed a little on the twins firm, thrusting
stomachs.  They didn't seem to mind.
   There was pleasure laced with pain as the twins double-penetrated his
cervix.  His cervix hadn't been pried open like this since he had given
birth and fought the urge to scream.  His fetus began to kick and lurch
wildly as its home was violated, and when it kicked his ribs painfully
Eller slapped his stomach hard and pushed at it through the skin to try and
get it to stop.  It only made it worse.  The twins now were deep inside of
his womb pressing just past the fetus's grotesque body.  Knowing that these
two handsome and hugely hung twins were fucking his womb was the highlight
of his pregnancy thus far.  He somehow drew sick pleasure from knowing that
these two men were endangering Screwface's fetus with their fifteen inches.
Eller's belly felt tighter with the boys dicks buried within.  There
already wasn't much room in his bulging, baby-filled belly, and now the
fetus was protesting.  The twins could feel Screwface's offspring rolling
and kicking against them and the sensation was unlike anything they had
ever felt.
   "Aghhh," moaned one twin.
   `Oooghhh," moaned the other.
   Quickly, they both climaxed at once, unleashing a full load into Eller's
womb.  He felt them cumming deep inside of him and felt the pressure in his
abdomen increase.  He pressed his hands against his belly and clenched his
eyes as he felt the pain of his belly expanding with the twins cum.  When
the boys exited, the cervix sealed tightly and Eller knew that he'd be
dealing with the extra weight for weeks to come.  When the twins left, Alex
reemerged from the shadows clapping politely.
   "Good, good," said Alex, now once again massaging Eller's moving
stomach. The fetus was unhappy.  "Now let's get you back to your cell.  We
shall see you again soon, but not too soon.  We need to let this
abomination grow a little more, don't we?"
   Eller not only waddled back to his cell, but waddled bowlegged.  He
clutched at his stomach painfully and felt as if he needed a good nap to
recuperate from the amazing pleasure had just received.  He was thinking
now of what Alex had told him about how they didn't care about his safety
anymore.  He hoped that he could survive the next few months, and that they
wouldn't hurt him too bad.
   Eller Part Three
   Eller was sick.  There was something terribly wrong with his pregnancy
and he felt like death.  He sat naked against the cement wall of his cell
wincing as the abomination inside of him twisted painfully in his
abnormally large pregnant gut.  He looked grotesque now at six months gone.
Every movement from the large fetus made Eller want to vomit.  He dared not
touch his stomach; it was too painful to even rub it or put any small
amount of pressure on the tight skin.  The giant's child was growing
quickly now and his stomach couldn't stretch fast enough to keep pace with
the growth.  The result was that the fetus's body could almost be outlined
from the outside.  Its back was clearly pressed forward just above the
strained bellybutton and its head was sticking out obscenely from the right
side.  And as the child kicked or punched, the arm or the leg could easily
be differentiated.  Every kick was like a jolt of electric pain.
   As Eller sat uncomfortably against the wall, his belly jutting forward,
the fetus stretched inside him, pushing Eller's sensitive stomach out in a
strange, alien like visage that made the twenty year old bodybuilder
unleash a blood-curdling scream.  There was no one there to hear it.  Even
the guard that was usually stationed outside of his cell was nowhere to be
seen.  He screamed again as the monstrosity inside him repositioned its
head.  The movement looked reminiscent of an animal trapped in a bag.
   It had only been within the last couple of weeks that the fetus was
causing him this much pain.  He rarely slept, could hardly eat, and lacked
the energy to continue doing pushups.  His body, though still very
muscular, was changing everyday as his strength dwindled.  Eller felt like
he was being consumed by his rapidly advancing pregnancy.  He looked long
overdue for birth, and he was only six months pregnant.  That very thought
scared him.
   Everything about this pregnancy scared him.
   He no longer drew pleasure from having a baby in his gut, nor any from
sexual pleasure.  Eller could barely have an erection; his body was in too
much pain for any pleasure.  He was honestly beginning to think that he was
dying.  His time was almost up.  He could feel it with every passing day
that something terrible was going to happen to him.  The fetus lurched
again and he unleashed a terrible cry once more.
   "Mmm, said a voice.  Alex had appeared on the other side of the bars and
was watching the suffering pregnant man with delight.  I love the sound of
agony in the morning."
   Eller could only whimper.
   "Stand up."
   The pregnant man whimpered once more, knowing that standing up would be
torturous.  He struggled with the command.
   "I dare you to disobey."
   Eller struggled to pull himself off of the floor.  Using his muscled
arms he pushed off of the floor and hefted himself up, slowly, careful not
to strain himself too much.  Alex watched the struggle and grinned
sadistically.  He was mesmerized by the young man's stomach.  It was truly
grotesque and alien.  It not only was large but oblong and deformed.  The
fetus's head could clearly be seen poking out of Eller's side, and a leg
was jutting out obscenely near the top of the expansive belly.  Eller had
managed to stand and immediately assumed the clich pregnancy pose when he
used his hands upon the small of his back to support the incredible weight
of his middle.
   This made Alex grin wider, especially since Eller's handsome face was
distorted with pain.
   "I love a man in pain, said Alex, unlocking the door and going forward.
And how is the fetus doing today?  Alex pressed his hand firmly upon
Eller's massive stomach, causing Eller intense pain.  His stomach had
become hard and sensitive any even the lightest touch was like fire.  Eller
screamed and as he did, Alex pressed harder.  Oh, does this hurt?  I'm
sorry.  Alex then gave Eller's belly a good hard slap and the pregnant
man's knees buckled.  Alex stepped back and allowed Eller to fall painfully
on his naked ass.
   Eller keeled over on his side and the fetus started going berserk.  Even
Alex was shocked when the fetus seemingly began to do cartwheels.  It was
disturbing to watch Eller's pregnant belly morphing, transforming, twisting
even.  They were not the normal movements of a fetus.  This was freaky
alien shit.  Eller was half crying and half screaming now as his innards
were being mutilated by a subhuman monstrosity.  His bladder was crushed by
the twisting fetus and Eller began to pee on himself and on the cold floor.
Alex's laughter echoed throughout the cell and down the empty hallway.  He
watched Eller sobbing, his belly shaking with each cry, and Alex's cock
twitched in his trousers.
   "Get up."
   But Eller only lay there, panting and sobbing.
   "I SAID GET UP!" said Alex, kicking the man's shifting stomach.  It was
a firm kick with enough momentum to perhaps harm the fetus inside, but Alex
wasn't concerned with that.  The child continued squirming, at least. 
Eller began to throw up as he lay on his side, surrounded by his urine.  He
threw up what was left of his earlier breakfast.  "GET UP YOU VOMITING
PIECE OF SHIT.  GET UP lest I pull that abomination out of your womb and
make you eat it."
   Eller scrambled weakly from the floor, heaving himself up once more. 
His belly looked like it was full of giant worms so much was the fetus
flailing about.  The young pregnant man felt sick inside, and it wasn't
because of the vomit on his cheek or the urine on his skin.  Something was
wrong, he could feel it.  He felt like his body had passed a threshold.  He
was in so much pain that he felt perhaps his brain was on fire.  But before
Eller could say anything about it, Alex grabbed him forcibly by his arm and
yanked him out of the cell and practically dragged the heavily pregnant man
down the hallway and into the Room.
   Knowing his duty, Eller obediently crawled up upon the stone slab and
lay upon it, belly-up.  With so much weight pressing down on his organs
Eller thought he might pass out.  He was having issues breathing and the
fetus kicking the air out of his lungs repeatedly only made it worse.  As
he struggled for breath, Alex stepped out of his trousers and began to
latch Eller's arms to the slab and secure his feet in the birthing
stirrups.
   Worried, but obedient, Eller focused on trying to breathe.  He felt his
organs were about to pop under the pressure of Screwface's abominable child
squirming in his womb.
   "Today, it is just you and I, my pet, said Alex, stroking his pulsing
sixteen inch cock.  Soon, you will not be around to fuck, so I must enjoy
you while I can."
   Not only was Alex's cock a massive sixteen inches, it was thick and
veiny.  Perhaps even one month ago, Eller might have salivated at the sight
of the awe-inspiring erection, but now as the fetus in his gut had grown
larger, the sight of it scared him.  It was too big.  He was already full
of baby and felt that he had no room to be full of cock, too.  He began to
whimper again.  The Master began to gently massage Eller's aching belly. 
The touch, though gentle, was still painful for the young man, but he
appreciated the gentleness.  The Master practically worshiped his bloated
stomach, kissing it, rubbing it, and licking at his bellybutton which had
become sore with the tight pressure corked beneath it.  Eller once received
pleasure from touching his bellybutton, but that was before the monster
inside had tortured it from the inside.  Alex kissed at the fetus's head,
which was still jutting out from Eller's side.  The fetus had settled down
a little, but it moved its arms occasionally.
   "Ah, I do love an extravagant pregnant belly such as this one," said
Alex, patting the stretched orb.  Beneath his hand, the fetus stretched
again eliciting a masculine scream from Eller.  The fetus's back was
clearly pressed out beneath the round bellybutton, and its bum was now
poking out just above it.  Eller's stomach looked horribly misshapen now,
but Alex was endlessly enjoying it.  "Looks like the abomination is trying
to moon us.  We need to punish it for being rude."
   Eller screamed, knowing what was about to happen.
   But Alex had already raised his hand into the air and brought it
barreling down right on the protrusion of the fetus's butt.  The fetus
recoiled immediately and Eller was yelling out in pain once more.  The
fetus was distressed now and was wreaking havoc inside of Eller's stomach
causing further pain.  Tears were streaming freely now.  Every breath hurt
and every second was pure anguish.  He wanted this to end.  He wanted to
die.
   Alex raised his hand again and slapped the child's protruding bum once
more, as if giving a small child a spanking.  The child is not even born
yet and is already deserving of punishment.  Alex smacked Eller's fecund
belly again and again, beating the fetus relentlessly.  Chills went up the
young man's spine as the realization of Alex's malevolence sunk in.  This
was an unholy man.  He was evil.  Nefariously evil.
   The fetus was now in serious distress.  Eller could almost feel its
confusion and fear, and though it was an abomination that he could not
love, it was still a child that did not deserve to be in pain.  As Alex
continued slapping Eller's stomach, he pushed the head of his massive cock
into the pregnant man's birthing hole.  He entered slowly at first, but as
he continued beating Eller's stomach he quickly began to push himself
further in until his cock was rammed up against Eller's cervix.  Because of
the fetus's abnormal strength and size, Eller's cervix had taken quite a
beating from the months of kicking and punching.  His cervix had been
softened and was painfully bruised, and Alex's thrusts against it were so
painful that Eller's vision began to darken.  His head rolled back and his
eyes fluttered.  Alex liked this.  He started fucking harder, sledging
wickedly at the man's cervix.
   The Master stopped beating his slave for a bit and instead caressed the
large, heavy, rotundity of Eller's pregnancy.  The fetus was still moving,
which meant it survived the beating, but with what injuries the Master
could not say, nor did he care too much.  He felt the fetus shifting
beneath his hands even as his cock pressed in through Eller's cervix,
greeting the fetus from within.  Because the fetus was absurdly large,
there was no room left in Eller's womb, and because of this, as soon as the
Master breached the cervix with his sixteen inch cock, the fetus was in
direct contact with it.  In a truly twisted violation, the Master pressed
his cock in right beside the fetus, which was now pressed against it.  The
sensation was incredible and Alex nearly exploded right in that moment and
wrestled to control himself.  Eller was regaining consciousness and awoke
to a woefully full feeling in his giant stomach.  He felt stuffed to the
max and impossibly uncomfortable.
   The Master, now fully hilted inside of Eller's womb, began to thrust
with powerful repetition.  He fucked Eller's guts so hard that the poor
pregnant man began to dry-heave, though all the substances in his stomach
had been thrown up earlier.  The Master continued massaging Eller's
gigantic, shifting stomach as he jabbed his insides again and again.  Every
movement that the fetus made, the Master could feel, and every once and
again he would feel a powerful kick against his cock.  This invigorated him
and the Master began to fuck harder until Eller's heavy stomach was being
thrown about.  Alex would have fucked him off the slab if he hadn't been
strapped down.  Despite the sexual pleasure Alex was receiving, Eller
barely had an erection.  His body was so worn out, and the pain was so
acute that he could barely get hard.  He was miserable, inside and out.  He
once again found himself yearning for death.
   But the Master would not give it to him.  He simply kept fucking him
until blood trickled out of the young man's asshole.  After thirty minutes
of intense rape, Alex could feel the release tingling in his sack.  One,
two, three more thrusts and Alex moaned aloud and hilted himself deep in
Eller's womb before cumming what felt like gallons.  Cum surged out of his
cock and filled Eller's aching womb.  The orgasm was one of the best Alex
had ever had, and the longest.  After nearly an entire full minute of
spewing cum, he pulled out of the cervix, sealing his batter within.
   Alex went around the slab and stroked Eller's sweating forehead gently.
Good boy.  I know that was painful for you, which is a shame, since you
used to enjoy it so much.  The reality is you're just too pregnant.  That
fat demon inside of you has worn you down.  But don't you worry, pet,
because soon it will all be over with."
   As the Master spoke those last few words, Eller smiled weakly.  Hope. 
There was hope.  A hope for death.
   The fetus in him lurched.  It was an endless torment that would only get
worse in the coming months.
   He hoped and hoped.
   The Brutalization of Lucas
   Lucas was a handsome fifteen year old sophomore in New York City where
he had grown up.  His hair was dark and short and his body youthful and
lean.  He had dreams of being a model or movie star, or something of the
sort, and was grateful he lived in NYC where so many superstars had been
born before him.  He walked along the busy streets shuffling past people in
coats and scarves as a cold breeze tore at his face.  It was winter and the
wind came barreling through Manhattan's buildings like a wind tunnel full
of snowy, chalky air.  He hugged his coat closer to him as he turned down
an alley used as a shortcut to get across to the next block where he lived.
   When he turned into the alley, which was dim and ill-lit, he noticed
shifty looking doors in the ground.  Usually, the doors were closed and
sealed with a lock, but today they were wide open.  His curiosity got the
better of him and he stood over them, looking down.  It was an abyss before
his feet that reached darkly down into the earth.  He wondered where it
led. Probably to the sewers, he thought, and resumed his trek through the
alley and emerged on the side in front of his home.
   The next day on his way to school in the early morning, snow was falling
and he hugged his coat closely to his small frame and took the shortcut
provided by the same alleyway, but as he passed the doors, they were closed
and bolted shut once again.  He paused, going towards them and examining
the lock.  It was a heavy-duty lock that required a key.
   While Lucas was examining the lock, two darkly cloaked figures entered
into the alleyway behind him.  Feeling their presence, Lucas stood up and
whirled around.  He was immediately intimidated by their shadowy visages
and he took a step backward.  "What do you want...." He said, his voice
youthful and pleasant.
   The two cloaked men looked at one another under the darkness of their
hoods and grinned.  Then one of them took off his hood and showed the
teenager his face.  He was dark and handsome and he had tattoos crawling up
his neck.  He was shorter than the other one but no less menacing the way
he grinned and carried himself.  "Well, who do we have here?  What is your
name, boy?"
   "Lucas," he replied, his teeth chattering in the cold.  Snowflakes
fluttered about them and a tiny gust of blistering cold air shot past.
   "Lucas," said the handsome man who grinned darkly.  "I am Alex.  It is
truly a pleasure to meet you, Lucas.  Say, I see you are interested in
those doors in the ground there.  Would you like to know what lies
beneath?"
   Lucas didn't reply, only shifted nervously and held tightly to the
straps of his backpack that he wore.
   Alex took a step closer and Lucas flinched.  "Do not be afraid," he
said, gesturing politely to the boy.  "I am not wholly evil.  Allow me to
show you what lies inside these doors.  You may find yourself enthralled."
Alex then nodded towards his cloaked henchman and the man procured a key
and bent over to unlock the doors.
   The abyss opened up before the three men and Lucas once again found
himself looking down into it.  Alex clapped his hands into the abyss and
lights appeared one by one down the shaft, illuminating the way down. 
"What If I told you that what lies within is a secret society full of
wonderful people.  What if below, right beneath our very feet, was
contained unimaginable pleasures for all, including you, if you so choose."
   Lucas stared down into the now illuminated shaft.  He was always a boy
with imagination and a creative spark.  "Are you vampires?" he asked.
   Alex laughed, clasping his hands gently together.  "Vampires?  No, not
us, alas.  But, we do have a bloody good time."
   The teenager's eyes widened and he took another step backward away from
the opened doors in the ground.
   "You frighten easily, Lucas," said Alex, tilting his head slightly to
convey sympathy.  Alex's henchman stood aside, silent as a watcher,
listening to his master speak.  "How about I make you a deal.  Come down
and taste the joys of our little society.  If you don't like it, I will
gladly show you the way out myself."
   "I have to get to school..."
   "School?  Child, school is boring and relentless," stated Alex.  "Skip
your first period.  Enjoy some leisure time with us."
   Lucas really didn't want to go to school, and this talk of a secret
society had piqued his interest enough to consider the man's offer.  He
teetered on the edge of a sword, wondering whether or not he should place
his trust into these darkly clad men.  He didn't know what to do.  He
stuttered.
   "Come," said Alex, gesturing towards the shaft.  "I'll climb down first.
Come, now, Lucas."
   Alex then stepped down onto the ladder and began to descend, leaving
Lucas alone with the intimidating cloaked man who was watching him.  Not
wanting to be left alone with the man, Lucas quickly climbed down after
Alex, unknowingly descending into the pits of hell.
   ~*~
   Eight months later...
   Lucas hung from the ceiling suspended by chains around his wrist.  He
was completely nude and sweating in the bright lights of the Room.  His
stomach was large and round, swollen with child.  His pregnant belly was
adorned with a cute popped bellybutton and sweat clung to his tightly
stretched skin.  When he was told eight months ago that he would be
impregnated, he thought it was a joke.  Male pregnancy was impossible,
everyone knew that.  But the naïve fifteen year old had no idea that in the
Society they had discovered a way to fuck a baby into a man so that he
would grow a large belly for nine months and then birth it anally.  Now, as
he hung there in pain, his belly bulging with a large twelve pound fetus
that dominated his youthful teenage frame, Lucas had discovered how wrong
he was.
   He had, up until that point, been treated very well.  He had been
subjected to several gangbangs over the course of his pregnancy, but very
little abuse.  Alex had taken good care of him, mostly, and Lucas had
developed an attachment to the handsome man.  Being so young, he had
strangely begun to have feelings for him.  The way Alex made love to him
was peaceful and joyous and Lucas had come to enjoy it, despite the heavy
baby pushing out of his gut.  His pregnancy had gone smoothly up until
then, and the little guy or gal in his abdomen was playful and seemed to
enjoy the rocking motions of sex.  When Alex would poke gently at it, the
unborn baby would push back.  He loved when Alex played with his belly.  He
found it sweet and endearing.
   Lucas had his own room, even though it was technically a cell, but it
had a nice bed with warm covers and soft pillows and even an Xbox with an
HDTV.  When he wasn't in the Room getting pleasured by the multitudes of
men, he was locked up in his room blissfully forgetting about the outside
work as he played his video games and was fed delightful food.
   So when the day came that Alex threw open his cell, startling the eight
month pregnant teenager, and dragged him by his arm into the Room and
suspended him painfully by his wrists--his vulnerable belly hanging heavily
from his middle--Lucas was shocked and scared.  He didn't know what he did
wrong or what was happening, or why the loving tender Alex was being
suddenly callous and rough.
   "What did I do..." sobbed Lucas hanging from the ceiling.  Sweat was
dripping down his forehead, and beads had collected around his stomach.  He
was nervous and warm under the spotlights.  "Alex, help me...."
   Alex appeared from the shadows, grinning evilly like he had upon their
first meeting in the alley above.  "There is no help left for you, child.
No help, no hope, and no salvation." Alex approached the suspended pregnant
boy and gently ran his hands over his rotund middle.  "What are you hoping
for?"
   "A...a boy," said Lucas.
   "A boy, huh?  So that he may grow up to be a filthy pregnant whore like
you?"
   The words stung Lucas, who had begun to love this man.  He felt like he
had been slapped in the face and his heart ached.  He began to cry.
   Alex tapped his protruding belly with his hand.  "Crying won't save you,
Lucas," he said.  "I've treated you and your baby nicely on purpose,
pretending to nurture and care for you.  All of my efforts have led me
here, so that I may crush your heart just as I will crush this beautiful
belly under the weight of my scheme."
   Lucas looked around the room at all of the muscle-bound naked men
gathering, each of them stroking their massive erections, some of which
were impossibly huge.  It was a familiar scene for the teenager, but this
time they all looked ravenous and evil.  They looked ready for a meal. 
They licked their lips and began to press in on the pregnant boy.  They
descended on him like vultures to a carcass and Alex drifted away into the
crowd.  The naked men pressed their lengthy erections into Lucas's
vulnerable belly, prodding the skin with their tense cockheads.  Lucas's
own dick began to grow hard beneath his bulging stomach, and soon someone
was sucking on it and on his balls.  The teenager drooled down his chest,
forgetting to control his saliva as he looked down on the multitudes of men
surrounding his belly, pressing against it, prodding at the child within.
   He imagined his unborn child within shrinking away from their hands,
their prodding, and their molestation of its womb.  He felt it moving in
him, kicking back at their hands.  They seemed to enjoy this and began
pressing harder until the child was kicking frantically in pain.  This hurt
Lucas, too, and he kicked his feet helplessly.  Seeing the potential
problem of his unbound feet, one of the men came in with a rope and bound
his ankles tightly.
   "He's a beauty," said one of the men, reaching up to caress Lucas's
face. "A true handsome whore." He was a prize to the Society and they
relished his youthful body.
   Soon, the men began probing his ass with their hands and other foreign
objects.  Someone brought in a baseball bat and plunged it inside him,
making him scream in horror at the sudden rush of pain without prior lube.
He felt so full and the bat was pressed tightly up against his cervix,
causing immense discomfort.  He hoped that they didn't press it up any
further, or else the baby would be in danger.  He feared for his child's
life and pleaded for them to stop, but they left the bat up his ass and
threatened to shove it up farther if he didn't shut up.
   He was so surprised at the sudden bad treatment he was receiving.  This
society wasn't at all what Alex had said it was.  He had been lied to since
the very beginning.  He had just started getting used to the sexual
pleasures and gangbangs and cocksucking, just like any horny fifteen year
old would.  He even was enjoying his pregnancy a little, though it was
still a mindfuck that male pregnancy was possible and that a twelve pound
fetus was squirming away inside of his bloated gut.
   He looked incredibly strange with such a big belly on his small teenaged
frame.  The baby was big and it was because of the enhanced nutrients that
were put into his food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  At first, he was
embarrassed by his belly, and still was to an extent, but he was quickly
growing used to having a massive baby gut sticking out from his naked body.
He was also still getting used to being naked all the time.  Lucas was a
modest kid and didn't like to be naked when he was around anyone, but after
eight months of nudity, he was starting to get over it.
   After an hour of fucking around with Lucas, they released him from his
restraints and took him down from the chains.  He was sent back to his
room--cell--and allowed some time to recover.  The baby kicked happily away
and Lucas patted his belly bulge and reassured his child that everything
would be okay.
   ~*~
   A month later, Lucas had arrived at his due date.  He was fully pregnant
now and his belly had grown quite a bit in just four weeks with his child
weighing a good fifteen pounds.  His bellybutton had popped even more and
jutted out from his tightly stretched skin like a marble.  The child still
loved to roll around and kick and punch his young daddy from the inside as
much as possible.  For an entire month, Lucas didn't see Alex or any of the
other men.  He was brought meals and that was the only interaction with
anyone for weeks.
   But that day, two muscled men came and dragged him into the Room and
threw him to the floor violently so that Lucas landed straight on his hefty
stomach.  He crashed into the floor belly first and crushed the baby
painfully into his organs.  He cried out, and tried to roll over on his
side but a heavy boot suddenly pressed against his lower back, pushing his
rolling stomach further into the floor.  Alex then reached forward and
grabbed Lucas's shoulders and pulled it back so that his back was painfully
arched while the booted foot drove his belly even harder into the ground.
Lucas screamed, feeling his baby move helplessly within.
   "STOP!" he panted, crying again.  "Please, you're hurting my baby."
   "That's the point, you fucking idiot," said Alex, increasing the
pressure on Lucas's back, and subsequently driving the boy's abused stomach
harder and harder into the floor until the fetus was pinned between spine
and cement.  "Say another word and I'll squish you and your fetus like a
bug."
   Lucas sealed his lips but his moaning continued.
   Alex released his foot and kicked the naked pregnant boy over so that
his belly rose like a mountain into the air.  "Nice," he said, poking his
gut with the tip of his boot.  "So ripe.  You've been a good little preggo
whore, but it's time to make this more interesting.  Get on your feet."
   The pregnant teenager struggled to his feet and held his belly
protectively.  The child was still moving, which gave him hope and filled
him relief.  He was afraid Alex had killed it.  Across the room, another
light lit up the darkness and revealed a treadmill.  Alex grabbed him by
the neck and led him to it.  "Now stand upon the treadmill and run, my pet,
run as if your baby's life depended on it.  Because, well, it does."
   Lucas stepped onto the treadmill as a multitude of naked men stroking
themselves gathered around to watch.  One man stepped forward and turned it
on to a slow walk setting and Lucas began waddling upon it with relative
ease.  After a minute, the man increased the speed and the pregnant boy
began waddling faster at a brisk pace.  It was already becoming
uncomfortable.  But worst of all, he knew what was coming next.  After five
minutes of speed-walking, his pregnant form struggling to keep up, his body
sweating profusely, the man increased the speed.  Now, Lucas was forced to
jog to keep up.  His pregnant belly bounced heavily and painfully with each
step and he could feel his baby inside being bounced and thrown against the
walls of his belly.  The men really enjoyed watching his belly shift as the
child was thrown about, and many of the men were stroking themselves
harder.
   "More," said Alex, hastening the boy's displeasure.
   The man increased the speed further and Lucas began sprinting.  Sweat
ran down his stomach and his breathing was labored.  He didn't know how
much more he could take.  His legs were already feeling like mush and his
womb was having severe cramps.  He held his pregnant side, trying to lessen
the sharp pains he was having.  The gathered men were laughing and cutting
jokes as the pregnant boy tried to keep up with the treadmill, and they
laughed even harder when the man turned up the speed once again.  Lucas was
now full on running as fast as his pregnant gut would allow, but it wasn't
enough, and as the man increased the speed yet again, Lucas was flung off
of the machine--his face collided crudely with the treads and his belly
slammed into the cemented floor.  The treads quickly threw him off and he
slid on his belly off of the contraption.
   Lucas was immediately seized by a painful cramp in his belly and he
feared the worst.  He turned over on his side and sobbed.  He thought maybe
the hard fall had killed his baby, and he couldn't bear the thought.
   The men forced Lucas to get on his knees and begin sucking off a couple
of the men at the same time.  Huge cocks were being pushed into his mouth
and down his throat simultaneously and he choked several times, threating
to barf all over their legs.  After ten minutes of sucking, the two men
spent themselves in the back of his mouth and forced him to swallow their
thick loads.  Two more men came to replace the first two, and their dicks
were so large that Lucas immediately began to throw up his latest cum-meal
down their legs.
   This infuriated them and Alex allowed them to punish the pregnant boy.
   They brought Lucas over to the slab and tied him down.  They brought out
baseball bats and the two men who got barfed on began to slam their weapons
into Lucas's bulging belly.  Lucas cried out, shocked and in terrible pain.
He tried to use his hands to protect his offspring, only to remember that
they were bound.  He shrieked as they continuously beat his belly blue.
   After five minutes of intense beating, Lucas had a severe contraction.
The two men stopped, watching the youth's protruding gut begin to contract
tightly.  "Looks like we got quick start on his labor," said one of the
men. "He's gonna be shitting that little cocksucker out in no time at all."
   The men gave his belly one last pounding with their bats before
resigning the floor back to Alex, who stood forward.  Alex circled Lucas,
his hand on his bruised stomach.  "Such beauty, enhanced greatly by this
lovely tummy you have.  Ooh!  Was that a kick?  I'm shocked, really.  If
the child survives the birth, he'll surely have brain damage and broken
limbs.  You are one fucking huge pregnant boy.  This belly is
to...die...for."
   Lucas was scared shitless.  He began to urinate on himself, the urine
jetting forward onto his ripe belly and down his sides, funneling in
streams down the slab.  He sobbed.
   "Disgusting," said Alex, his hand still on the boy's stomach.  Just
then, Lucas had another painful contraction and his stomach swelled up as
the pressure built within.  "Ohh, beautiful, beautiful.  It would seem your
baby is ready to come out," Alex then used both of his hands to compress
Lucas's stomach, pressing inwardly against the struggling fetus, enhancing
the pressure within the boy's contracting belly.  As he pressed down Lucas
began to scream and writhe in pain.
   "Time for a little birth-fuck," said Alex, taking in hand his incredible
fifteen inch thick veiny cock and positioning himself at Lucas's anal ring
and pressing his massive cockhead within.  Lucas's own cock stirred to life
on its own, stimulated by the pressure building not only within his
pregnant belly but from within his anal passage which was being filled inch
by inch by the Master's length and girth.  He hated himself for enjoying
it, but his enjoyment came to an end when Alex's prick pressed violently
against his cervix.
   Up until that point, Lucas's cervix was still a "virgin".  No cocks or
lengthy objects had been inserted into the cervix and into his womb, yet,
and he didn't know that it was even possible or what it felt like.  And as
Alex stuffed ten inches inside of him with five more inches to go, Lucas
began to scream as the pressure against it increased.  Not only that, but
the pressure from within his womb was being exerted downward just as the
pressure from Alex's cock was counter-exerted into him.  The collision of
these opposing forces made Lucas scream, and then Alex, like a great
battering ram, thrust callously against the pregnant man's cervix and
breached his womb.  Lucas howled and the pressure exploded in the form of
his water breaking, spraying out of his ass and onto Alex's crotch.  The
liquid ran down his legs and pooled on the floor, and then continued
draining out of Lucas's cock-filled birthing hole for the next minute as
Alex thrust deeper into his womb.  An inch into the teenager's belly Alex
encountered the fetus.  It was warm and soft on his cock-tip and he could
feel it moving and jostling around inside its daddy's invaded womb.
   Empowered by this, Alex began fucking the pregnant boy like no tomorrow,
driving his entire length into him giving little thought to the safety of
the unborn fetus.  With every thrust he could feel his tense pole being
driven against the little fucker's body again and again.  Feeling this, and
then undergoing several dizzying contractions, Lucas began to panic.  He
started thrashing against his restraints, spurred by a sudden rush of
adrenaline.  His baby was being aborted by an enormous dick and his
paternal instincts kicked in to save it.  But the restrains were too tight
and Lucas's face turned red with anger and frustration.  The young father
felt like a failure, unable to protect his unborn child.  Hot tears of fury
slid down his face and he looked over the mound of his belly at Alex and
hated the man with a dying passion.  The man he had started to develop an
attachment to was betraying him and his unborn child with every thrust.
   "Pervert," Lucas spat.
   Alex stopped, his eyes set aflame.  Their two fiery eyes met one another
and locked, and as they stared daggers into each other, Alex pushed the
entirety of his fifteen inches into the Lucas's womb and crushed the life
of the fetus within, puncturing it through its tiny little ribcage.  Lucas
gasped, feeling something terrible happening inside of him.  The powerful
thrust sent a contraction through his belly and he cried out, gasping for
air.  Alex knew the fetus was dead and he cummed gallons into the
teenager's womb before pulling out.
   "Now you'll get to birth a dead baby," Alex said, grabbing Lucas's
fecund round stomach and squeezing it painfully.  He then reached for a bat
and began slamming it over and over again on his womb until Lucas began to
faint.  Furious now, and lost in his rage, Alex slapped Lucas across the
face to keep him from blacking out.  Then he tilted the boy's head back and
forced the baseball bat down his mouth.  His throat bulged as he continued
pushing it in until it was embedded into his stomach.  With silver tears
streaming down his face, Lucas was suddenly missing his home.  His mother,
his father, his little sister, his friends at school.  He missed the
snowflakes and the cool, brisk air of NYC.  He missed it all.  He regretted
ever coming down the shaft in the alleyway.  He regretted ever trusting
Alex.  He regretted everything.
   Contractions seized him, forcing his dead baby against his dilating
cervix.  For the next three hours while Lucas struggled to give birth, his
contractions were becoming stronger and quicker.  All of the gathered men
took turns fucking him as he was in the throes of labor, enjoying the
weighty feel of his belly beneath their hands as they plowed his birth
canal with their lengthy pricks.  Each thrust slammed into the head of the
dead fetus and they cummed in large amounts, which coincidentally slicked
the passageway as the dead baby descended into Lucas's birth chute.  Lucas
was in complete agony.  He never imagined what it would be like to give
birth, as the scenario was thought impossible, and now he was getting his
first taste as to what it felt like.  He felt like a watermelon was slowly
passing through his intestines.  He didn't think he could go on.  His
abused fifteen year old body felt too tiny for the large fetus to pass
through.
   And despite what they were saying, Lucas didn't believe his child was
dead.  He couldn't feel it moving anymore, but he figured it was because
most of its body was now in his birth canal.  He clung to the hope that his
little son or daughter would be in his arms soon enough, and that they
would let the two of them leave.  But Alex had other plans.
   As each man continued to brutally fuck Lucas, the boy still had a
baseball bat down his throat and he found that he couldn't pivot his head
without royally destroying his neck, as the handle of the bat was sticking
out of his mouth, crushed against his nose.  His head was pushed back so
that his throat was aligned perfectly to allow the straight bat full
access. Going through severe contractions without being to lift his head
was intensely painful.  He was in so much pain that he went into shock.
   Soon, an incredibly powerful contraction seized his belly and the baby
lurched further down, pushing the cock of one of the men completely out of
his anal passage.
   "What the fuck!  I wasn't finished, you pregnant fucking cumbag!" said
the man, slapping the living shit out of Lucas's still very bloated belly.
The slap caused another contraction and the baby's head began to strain
against the boy's anus, widening it to incredible proportions.  Lucas
wanted to scream again, but the bat in his throat blocked all noises but a
tiny whimper.
   Feeling as if his tight chest was about to explode from the strain of
birth and the baseball bat in his throat, Alex sensed the boy's distress
and slowly removed the bat from his throat.  Lucas inhaled a ragged breath,
thankful for the huge gulp of oxygen and the relief in his neck.  But his
relief was stolen away as another contraction hardened his burgeoning
belly. The dead fetus's abused head was coming out now, and its little face
made an appearance.  Lucas choked on his tears as his anus ripped a little
and blood gushed out.  No one was helping him give birth and no one was
helping to coax the lifeless little human out of Lucas's stretched hole. 
Instead, many of the men were gathered around Lucas's bulging belly and
cumming gallons on it while the young teenager struggled in the final
stages of his labor.
   Much to his discomfort, Lucas's own cock began to harden as the baby
struggled to come out.  Despite the pain, his body reacted to the sensation
of birth.  One of the men immediately seized on his erection and began to
suck him off.  Lucas cummed immediately and he screamed again as the baby's
shoulders came out.  The rest of his large body came out much easier, and
the child flopped from his womb and bounced off the floor, the umbilical
cord trailing behind it.
   Alex lifted up the lifeless baby and showed it to his peers.  They
cheered and laughed and hooped and hollered when they saw the puncture
wound in its ribcage inflicted by Alex's monstrous cock.  And then Alex
showed it to Lucas, whose belly was now flatter, but still bloated with the
placenta.  "No...  NO...  NO NO NO!  NOOO NONNNNOOO!  NOOoo.  No... 
Nooo...." He said again and again, crying hysterically at the site of his
mangled and bruised baby.  It was covered in black bruises, no doubt from
the beating from the baseball bat, and its eyes were blackened from the
cocks of the men--as well as Alex when it was in-utero.  It was a sick
sight and Lucas was mortified.  At that moment, the teenager lost all of
his willpower.  He was defeated, his child destroyed at the hands of these
merciless monsters.  He allowed his head to fall back and he lay there
staring at the dark ceiling, his eyes wide with shock and trauma.  He
didn't even notice when his belly contracted once more and the placenta
fell out, leaving his teenaged body looking slim again.
   Alex let Lucas live, but not leave.  It was too much of a risk to return
the traumatized boy to the world, especially since he knew of one of the
secret doors in the alleyway.  Lucas would lay upon his bed in his cell for
the next few months, naked and alone.  He had hardly moved since being
brought back to his cell.  He wouldn't even play his Xbox and instead
resigned himself to staring at the ceiling.  Soon, however, Alex returned
and asked if Lucas wanted a baby he could keep.  This brought Lucas out of
his stupor, and he immediately said yes.
   "Well, good," said Alex, patting the teenager on the back.  "We'll give
you a baby to call your own, if that will make you happy."
   "Yes," Lucas said, his eyes beginning to water with emotion.  "Please."
   "Good boy," said Alex, ruffling his hair.  "Now, lay down, and I'll give
you a big belly and come nine months we'll do this all over again."
  
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