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Campus, Part 5 - Male Version
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Note: This is a male version of Campus.
Summary: When Simon leaves home for the first time and starts college, he immediately notices that his campus has a shockingly high fertility rate, among other things. Contains: Male & Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, pregnancy, weight gain, birth.
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Simon hummed uncomfortably through the throbs of heat and pressure. His abdomen pressed harder into his legs as he arched and tried to alleviate the unbearable tightness of it as it stretched out his shirt. He panted quietly, one of his hands pressing to his flushed cheek.
The other hand cradled the side of his churning mound, as it pushed and tightened, gently inching forward as he fidgeted beneath it.
He couldnt believe how big he was getting. He tugged feebly at the hem of his shirt as it shrunk against him. His breasts grew fuller and heavier, bulging against his sagging neckline. He feared the shirt would tear, yet he had other things to worry about, such as his shuddering gut.
Thankfully everyones attention remained on the professor, who was releasing strangled groans with each of his contractions. The man was resolute in his attempts to finish the lesson, even when it was evident that he was now pushing out a baby under his desk.
Simons growth spurt eased down, leaving him a flushed, breathless, sweaty mess. His loins were tense and heavy, thighs quavering. He felt as though his baby was already low and trying to get out of him, yet still no labor. He shuddered and mopped some of the sweat from his face with his hand.
His nipples were hard, in fact, achingly tense, his breasts heaving up and down where they were perched atop the mound of his belly.
Simon was completely wiped out. Between that and Professor Sneeds clear preoccupation, Simon had no hopes of gleaning anything from the lesson that day. Instead he sagged back and allowed himself to doze off.
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He gasped awake some time later to the shuffling noises of everyone getting up to leave the class. Simon looked around, slightly disoriented.
It seemed Professor Sneed had had a quick labor, as he was now cradling a pair of infant twins in his arms.
Twins? Really? Simon thought in disbelief. Sneed hadnt even been that round.
The Professor was flushed and weary but seemed remarkably composed. Remember to review chapter eleven for Fridays test, he called out as students stuffed their books into their backpacks.
The usual flock of students shuffled for the door, men with huge packages bulging out obscenely between their thighs, and other students, both male and female, toting little bellies cradled lovingly with their hands.
Little? Simon thought, surprised with himself. Since when had he thought the students on campus to be little? They had always been ridiculously large to him.
But as Simon looked around the class, his heart sank, and he realized that few of the other students could come close to rivaling him in the size department anymore. Even the bizarre belly-fat girl Simon had spotted on one of his first days at campus seemed rather tame as she waddled for the door, hands clutching her round jiggling mound to support it as it bobbed on her torso.
Unease twisted in Simons gut, but he tried to dismiss it. It wouldnt be long for him, he was sure. After three attempts, and a tremendous amount of effort, Simon managed to heave himself up to his feet, his face twisting into a grimace as he was acquainted with the full weight of his swollen body.
He waddled slowly for the door. His belly was wider than he was, his body feeling incredibly awkward as he tried to balance the jutting mound. He groaned as his insides gave a powerful lurch. He still couldnt believe how huge he was. He looked like he might just burst, his mound throbbing and heaving, skin twitching, prodding out at the surface with the movements of whatever laid within. He released a quiet groan, clutching what he could of his mass. He looked as though he had a small bolder attached to him, his swollen breasts perched atop it.
It took effort to maneuver his body, aiming his mass through the doorway. The huge mound preceded his exit by seconds, and the sides looked close to scraping the doorframe. His plump ass stuck out behind him like two fat pillows, stretching his pants tightly against it. He was simply immense. Some crude god of fertility. He desperately wanted it to be over, but for the moment, he mainly just focused on not bumping his belly into things.
It was unsettling that he no longer fit in on the bizarre campus because of the fact that he himself had gotten too bizarre. He just wanted the whole ordeal to be over with, though he couldnt envision what his ideal outcome would be.
You just have to let go, Simon, said Paul ominously that evening. Just accept it. Let go.
What are you talking about? said Simon uneasily, from where he was sprawled back on the couch, breathlessly watching his belly heave.
Paul just smiled and shook his head. He lightly stroked his perfect little belly. Im going to call it a night.
As Paul disappeared into his room, Simon dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. Let go, Paul had said. It had to mean something. Simon feared he knew what Paul was getting at.
The mousy girl Simon had met the other day had specifically told him not to give birth on campus. That doing so would change him.
It wasnt as though Simon had control of when he would go into labor. Well, he didnt think he did. He was just aware of the low weight on his pelvis, that had him cupping the underside of his mound at times, like something might spill away at any moment. The pressure on his ass was tight and uncomfortable, a clenching sensation occupying his lower abdomen as though something was stuck there.
Simon lightly shook his head. He really didnt have any control.
And there was no point in obsessing with the ramblings of some paranoid stranger.
Simon allowed his eyelids to drop. He cast his troubled thoughts aside, and eventually, managed to doze.
But it was not a restful sleep.
He was suddenly on all foursor an attempt at that. His hands not making contact with the mattress beneath him, but instead one clutching his headboard while the other gripped at his pulsing midsection that was massively swollen even in his dreams.
Something was inside him. Someone. Their organ was thick and long, fantastically massive, as his body throbbed and clenched and sucked it in, as tight as he was, as huge as he was. Thrust after thrust, he groaned and rocked, growing redder and redder. His belly clenched and rolled, as he was pushed over the edge, his innards swelling, pushing, bulging out from his shuddering torso.
When Simon awoke, he was sprawled back, sweaty and panting. He felt as though he was pinned down beneath something, and he scrambled wildly until he managed to turn himself into his side. The erotic dreams were getting weirder than ever before.
Once he was fully aware of his surroundings, he took a few moments to catch his breath, his belly propped beside him, heaving gently as he stared at the way the huge mound laid on the mattress, probably big enough that a young man of his former build could have been curled up inside him. Simon lightly shook his head in he continued to stare in disbelief.
It took a while for him to heave himself up into a sitting position, thighs spread, hands planted firmly on the mattress behind him as he arched his sore back. He groaned as his nipples rubbed against the overtaxed T-shirt that covered them, rendered a belly-shirt. His nipples had gotten quite large and swollen, the size of fat-grapes by then, continuously erect. They ached at times, but the discomfort of his chest didnt come close to the awkward sensation that seemed to continuously occupy his groin.
His lower abdomen felt tight and pressurized, and it almost felt as though something was lodged there, throbbing forcefully, wanting to push out of him, but instead simply sitting low in his pelvis as his body gently contracted against it. He knew he wasnt imagining the tension, but wondered if he was doing it on purpose, desperate to give birth.
His belly rolled, and the urge to push grew more intense, but in his panic, Simon held back, clenching tightly, even clutching at the underside of his mound. He wasnt in active labor. This didnt even make sense. His ass quavered, but again he fought it, pulling, squeezing, drawing the weight back, until he was shuddering and rubbing what he could reach of his hips, face red and twisted at the bizarrely congested sensation.
And now he was scared. He should have just pushed. Allow whatever was meant to happen to just happen already.
Yet he couldnt stop thinking about what the odd girl had told him. To get off campus. Not to give birth here.
Simon hissed quietly as he suffered a barrage of cuffs and kicks. His baby felt like an eight-limbed octopus inside of him. He rubbed at it hard with the palms of his hands, until the wriggling eased enough that he was willing to move again.
Getting up was a struggle, and once on his feet, he was reduced to a staggering waddle. He clutched what he could of his massive belly as he moved around. He was practically rocking in his awkward gait, heaving his body forward with every tentative step he took. His mound swelled out and in, and Simon found that he was perpetually breathless even when he was stationary. Worse, he was only getting bigger. He didnt know how much longer he would be able to support his mass.
When he went about the college, those who didnt stare seemed so very proud of him. They gave him encouraging smiles and nods while cupping at their own bulging midsections. The larger he grew the greater their glee. He was beginning to look as though he had a baby elephant curled inside of him.
There was a sense of relatabilitycomraderythat had not been present when Simon had first arrived on campus. His classmates were more welcoming, and inviting, than ever. They wanted to take him in. They wanted him to become one of them.
That afternoon, Simon couldnt get up.
After 10 minutes, and several attempts to swing his body out of his chair, he found himself a gasping, sweat-soaked mess, with his professor and several classmates standing around him in ostensible concern.
Simon was planted firmly in his seat, his desk pushed so far away from him by his belly that it had been rendered useless days ago. He was a large stretched shirt that hugged his swollen tits, fat ass, and massive belly, the material and hugging him tightly, round tits practically popping out of the neckline.
Simon huffed for a while, shaking his head. This cant be happening, he thought.
Not to worry, I sent for the nurse, said Professor Durpin, his pelvis outward, the outline of his massive cock going practically halfway down his leg. The door swung open, and a heavily pregnant woman in a nurses uniform waddled in, pushing a large wheelchair ahead of her.
Completely understandable considering your condition, said the nurse as she came to Simons side. She stood with her back to the professors, her plump ass almost certainly making contact with the professors groin.
Durpin tilted his head, exchanging Simons appalled look with a superficial one of concern. Simon thought he was being gaslighted, he had to be.
What condition? asked Simon, wondering if someone would actually acknowledge it.
Oh dear. The nurse shook her head.
Simon groaned out as several of his classmates heaved him into the wheelchair.
The nurse frowned. Youre weak. I brought you a snack, sweetie. The woman rummaged in her gigantic purse and withdrew a large deli block of cheese. An actual five pound block. She stuffed it into Simons arms, and despite himself, Simon peeled back the wrapping and began to nibble on it while glaring around.
Bring him back to his dorm, the nurse commanded. Youre taking the rest of the day off.
Hardly having the energy to protest, Simon allowed himself to be wheeled away.
