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Horny Plot Device University!
[this longer story is a bit of a prequel to Freshman Dorms II, another HPDU story. starring Quark (they/them) and Vic (they/them), two freshman goons at their dream college]
“This is the worst!”
“What!?”
“I said THIS IS THE WORST!”
The homecoming crowd was deafening.
“It was your idea to come here!”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind!”
A ball moved from one side of the field to the other, and the deafening crowd somehow became more deafening.
“___________!”
“____!?” Quark shouted back.
Vic gestured for Quark to follow. The two of them stumbled past a row of people and beelined for the exit. Finally, with a couple layers of concrete between them and the volume of the game, Vic spoke up.
“I thought that, you know, starting college, new year, new me, maybe the new Vic likes school spirit and football games.”
“And does New Vic magically like meaningless rituals and being bombarded by noise and lights?”
“No, New Vic does not.”
Quark snorted and bumped Vic with their hip.
“Am I the only one who’s impressed at how… flat, all the cheerleaders are?”
Vic cocked an eyebrow. “I bet they have some sort of agreement or contract or something saying that they can’t be pregnant during big games, or maybe the pregnant ones sit it out?”
“Or maybe they save it so after the game, if they win, they can give the team a celebratory bang, and if they lose, they can give them a pity fuck.”
“Is that how people think? Sounds kinda depressing to me.”
“Idk dude, just keep an eye out and see if they’re still flat after tonight.”
They smirked at each other, and walked quietly for a moment.
“So you don’t want to watch the game. What do you want to do?”
“Dunno. We could wander around, explore campus while everything but the stadium’s abandoned?”
“Cool.”
Vic gave Quark a side eye. “So… you were watching the cheerleaders?”
“I mean, yeah. They’re hot, and I can focus on the hotness instead of being worried that they’re going to go into labor or keel over from some Mystery Pregnancy-Related Ailment. Is that a thing? Do people do that?”
“No idea. I haven’t seen anyone on campus keel over from an MPRA, and if you were going to see it anywhere…”
“It’d be here. Yeah.”
“Would you want to try it out?”
“… What?”
“Pregnancy. The whole ‘magically pregnant’ thing.”
Quark stopped. “I mean… yeah, being here, you think about it…”
“You think about it, you see other people swelling up, you watch the cheerleaders and discuss their lack of big, bouncing bellies with, dare I say it, a note of disappointment?”
Quark squinted at Vic. “What are you playing at.”
“Just wondering. The cheap tuition isn’t the only reason the two of us are here, right?”
“Fuck off with the vagaries. Say what you wanna say.”
Vic stepped a little closer than Quark was expecting. “Quark, you’re cool. You’re badass. On top of that, you’re extremely hot.”
They grinned. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“And I really like you. And if you want to try the whole… whatever is up with this school… I wouldn’t mind being the one you try it with.”
Their faces hovered closer together. Slowly, they leaned into a kiss, uncomfortably hesitant at first, then growing warmer and warmer to each other. Quark grabbed Vic’s hips and nudged up against them, feeling the growing stiffness between Vic’s thighs and realizing that they really, really wanted that inside of them.
They broke apart, breathing heavily and shuddering.
“You want to get me pregnant?”
Vic nodded. “You want me to get you pregnant?”
Quark nodded vigorously.
“Okay then. Let’s knock you up.”
“Wait, like, here and now? Do we wanna go back to the dorms?”
“We could, but…” They looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to wait that long.
“I saw a storage closet back there?”
“Gross. Cliché. Let’s do it.”
“After you, m’theydy.”
“Aaaaaaand just for that I’m gonna find someone else to knock me up, have fun jerking off in a closet!”
Laughing, Vic grabbed Quark as they started walking away and pulled them back. “Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never say that again.”
“Good, cos if you do, I will smother you with my pregnant belly.”
“Well, we’ve gotta give you that belly first, huh?”
They stumbled over each other, piling into the closet and closing the door behind them.
Quark’s voice in the darkness. “Great. Where’s the fucking light?”
There was the sound of Vic pulling a chain, and the incandescent light flickered on. Quark slowly looked up at Vic, inches away.
They attacked each other, almost tripping several times as clothes started piling up and getting tangled on the floor. Vic wore more layers than Quark, so there was a moment when Quark, stripped to just a black tank top and their socks (no homo), was grinding impatiently against Vic (who was still carefully undoing some clasps) chanting “Get me pregnant get me pregnant comeoncomeongetmepregnant—“
Finally, Vic grabbed hold of Quark, who climbed Vic like a tree, slamming their hips together and fucking like their lives depended on it.
“Come on, come in me, put your babies in me, make me huge and swollen like those cheerleaders are all gonna be!”
Vic slammed Quark against the back wall, pushing as deep into them as they could go, making Quark gasp, their eyes going wide. “I can’t wait to feel you grow, I can’t wait to feel you swelling up, your belly heavy with babies… oh god, I’m going to cum in you…”
“Do it, god I’d love that, I want to be so big I need a wheelchair to get around!”
“You think you can handle a belly that big?”
Quark grabbed Vic’s face and looked into their eyes. “Yes. I want that. I want that so fucking much, I feel so empty right now and I need you to fill me up.”
“Good, because I’m about to cum.”
“Oh fuck, oh F U C K”
They came together, shuddering and clutching, nails digging into skin, before collapsing to the floor, Quark on top of Vic, Vic still inside of Quark.
Vic felt something press against their abs. “Hey, sit up. I think…”
Bleary eyed and grinning, Quark sat up, and almost immediately started grinding on Vic again.
“Quark, wait—oh shit, that feels good—your belly—“
“Knock me up, I need you to fuck me full of babies,” Quark murmured, blissful and unthinking.
“Quark—oh, fuck—Quark, you’re getting big—“ As Quark rode them, Vic put one hand on their bouncing hips and one on their midriff, where their tanktop was quickly losing ground to the growing bump.
“Huh? Oh,” Quark finally noticed their changing body. “Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck, you got me PREGNANT.” Mad with lust, they started bouncing furiously on Vic’s member.
“Oh, Quark—that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—I put a baby in your belly,” Vic said, rubbing Quark’s swelling belly, the tanktop stretching thin.
“Do it again, do it AGAIN, fuck, my belly’s so big—“
“Fuck, you’re so good at this— I’m coming again—“
They both moaned as Quark felt Vic exploding, filling them with even more baby batter. Quark slid off, cradling their full-term belly, and felt it start to shift.
Vic was panting, exhausted. “That was amazing, holy shit, I don’t think I have any left in me…”
“Vic, I’m growing again.”
Quark saw something shift in Vic’s eyes when they looked at the expanding stomach now dominating Quark’s lower half. Their breathing deepened, and they sprang erect once again.
“Wait, are you ready to go already?”
“I think so, yeah.”
“I’m already so pregnant…”
“True. But, consider this: I could get you even more pregnant.”
“That’s a good point, I like that point.” Quark grinned and leaned back, spreading their legs wide.
Vic crawled over to them, and, leaning down close, the still-swelling pregnant mound pressing against their abs, they growled: “Let’s see how many babies we can fit in that belly.”
20 minutes later
The belly gently rolled back and forth, jostling its passengers, ensuring they stayed awake and active. Nearly a dozen babies squirmed inside, jockeying for wiggle room.
Quark was bent over, their gargantuan stomach stacked on top of a box of paper towels, while Vic worked on adding more to their ever-growing womb from behind.
“God, I’m still growing, I’m still growing from the last one and you’re putting more in me, I’m never going to stop growing…” Quark said, deliriously happy and horny.
“I love your belly so much,” Vic groaned, “I love feeling you swell up bigger and bigger knowing it’s because of how much I’ve fucked you, FUCK” They slammed into Quark, making every part of them jiggle and adding more babies to the growing process.
“Holy… shit…” Quark weakly patted the bulging orb that had been a cute six-pack less than an hour ago.
“Fuck… I think I’m finally done… Jesus, you’re huge…” Vic pulled back and wiped the sweat from their face.
Quark giggled, and, straining to lift their belly more than an inch above the ground, they turned to face Vic. Or, they tried to face Vic.
“Er… I don’t think I have room to turn around.”
“Hm. That’s okay, I’ll help you get dressed and open the door for you, and you can back out.”
“Insert obligatory truck backing up noises here.”
“Nice. Quality joke.”
Vic managed to roll Quark’s leggings up their shaking legs, giving their hips and ass a squeeze along the way.
“Okay. Beep beep time. Let me out.”
As Vic held the door open, Quark slowly waddled backwards, careful not to bash their womb against any shelves.
Then came the doorframe.
“Uhm. Hm. Vic?”
“Yeah, that’s… a problem.”
“Yeah, you got me so pregnant I can’t fit through the door.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Damn.” Quark looked over their shoulder at their accomplice. “You’ve made my belly so huge I can’t fit through doors. Vic?”
Vic, who seemed lost in thought staring at Quark’s backside, snapped out of it to look up and see Quark’s face, heavy-lidded, and flushed with arousal. They gently wiggled their rear, the lower curve of their crowded belly visible between their legs.
“You filled me up with so many big, heavy babies…”
“I shouldn’t have bothered putting your pants back on, should I.”
“Of course not, you idiot.”
Vic gently pushed Quark back into the closet and set to work bringing Quark up to a full baker’s dozen. Down the hall, an extremely tired-looking custodian radioed the admin building, letting them know of an impending situation.
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