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Jack had been eager to get back to this river for months now. He didn’t think he was going to miss it as much as he had, but getting caught up in paying bills and groceries had forced him to prioritize his health over his more “recreational” hobbies. It didn’t help that every time he went back to the river, this hobby of his got that much more difficult. But Jack was determined.
He really needed this fucking break.
The river that had become so important to him was just up ahead, past the clearing of the forest and underneath a large steel railway bridge. He had to walk on the track itself to get to the river, but he had never worried about a train coming. It had been a long time since the old steel mill these track led to had closed. Jack couldn’t even remember the last time he saw a train pass by here. The air was cool that evening. It being autumn and all. Jack was wearing the baggiest clothes he could afford, a hoodie, and a beanie. The clothes were all two sizes too large, perfect for his purposes.
Jack shrugged the strap of his backpack up his shoulder and took another puff from the cigarette in his hand. The memory of his first time discovering this place was a fond one. He had been so unprepared for what greeted him back then. He was lucky he had only met one of the creatures.
The descent was easy enough. Jagged rocks broken down and smoothed over from foot traffic and moss had degraded a path straight to the river. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he saw anyone down here. Or the last time a train had passed by this rust bucket of a town. It had to be as washed up as he was.
Mud squelched under his shoes as he stepped forth, for the first time in months, onto the surrounding riverbank. Beneath the expansive bridge above him were large concrete steps leading upwards into the rocky cliffside. Acting as supporting features if Jack were to guess. To him, they made for a nice clean place to put his pack on the ground. He flicked the burnt-out cig onto the mud just to light up another one. As the saying goes, he was here for a good time, not a long time.
With a sigh, he sat his pack onto the concrete and dug around for the generic brand fish kibble he managed to nab for today. Hope you guys don’t mind the cheaper stuff this time, Jack thought to himself as he finally shook the contents into the water. Now, he plopped his ass down to wait.
God. How many times had he done this now? Seven? Ten? The “creatures” he met here were just some simple salamanders, or so he thought. Back then, he thought he had found the perfect spot to laze around and get high when one of them had popped out of the water. Brown like the mud and covered in a gross slime, the massive amphibian nearly freaked Jack out the first time he saw it.
It had looked like some kind of monster. Then, it slowly lolled onto shore, stubby legs and gummy mouth making it clear it wasn’t a threat. Jack was sure that he must have been oblivious to any species like it living near the town. But, after further investigation, he had found nothing. Nobody had ever heard of the giant salamander-like creatures living here. It was his discovery to claim. His own personal cryptid.
He was never going to tell anyone if could get away with it. No one came here but him. But when he first discovered the critters, all he could think about was how gross they looked. What had changed his life for the better was that the thing had been curious, waddling up to him for a closer look.
He had given it a shove, of course. The thing might’ve been cute – in an odd amphibian-like way – but it was covered in a thick slime and mud he wanted nothing to do with. But then his hand touched its slick covered skin, and well…
“Chhirrup.”
Jack looked up to see those large mud puppies drag themselves up out of the water. He smiled, then stood hastily once he realized just how well the salamanders remembered him. “Oh, shit. Wait-“
They were already halfway to him from the shore before Jack had kicked off his shoes and socks. The fuckers were faster than he remembered. Healthier maybe? They’d certainly had a bit more giddy-up to them. He had to step up some of the concrete steps to give himself enough space to take off the rest of his clothes. Probably should’ve done that before they’d rushed over to greet him. “Missed you guys too.”
With well-practiced motions, Jack easily took off the rest of clothes and shoved them in the pack while also taking out a soft towel. He was going to be getting dirty anyways, but, from experience, he learned it was nicer if he wasn’t knee deep in mud for the whole ordeal. The towel would bring some much needed friction.
Jack placed the towel slightly apart from the hoard of salamanders clambering to get to him, chirping all the while to get his attention. It was only when he sat down, did he finally grab a handful of his slimy friends and get his first dose of that toxic skin he’d missed for so long.
“Fuck yeah.” A buzz of pleasure electrified up his spine upon contact. His body bowed back with it, moaning, eyes drawing up from the sudden heat coursing through his body. The salamanders, as many as could get close to him, all nuzzled into his panting body, as if wanting to know how well their poison affected him.
Jack believed them to be blind. Or, at least have extremely poor eyesight. Relying only on touch and taste to learn about their environment. Much to Jack’s benefit.
Already, thick translucent ooze covered his skin. A toxin surely meant to dissuade predators from eating these slow moving, otherwise defenseless, amphibians. All it brought was the best high Jack had ever experienced. More so than the previous times he’d been here now that he was thinking about it.
There hadn’t been this many of them last time. Not this much of their toxic slime, right? The explosion of population growth with each passing spring was all due to his interference. He was used to the feeling of his mind going numb with pleasure and losing sense of time, but this might be too much for him.
Jack’s thoughts were cut off with a groan, too much toxin was entering his body too fast. His nipples were already stiff, cock erect between his legs as his balls tightened with need. It’s too sudden. It should be more gradual than this, right? He tried to remember the last time. What it was like to get hard and needy for the hoard of salamander chirping for his affections. But all that came back was a dull fog—a wave of euphoria crashed over his senses, forcing nothing but the most surface level of wants to stay at the forefront of his mind.
Blood pounded in his ears, heartrate skyrocketing to fuel more blood to his body and spread more of that delicious toxin to his brain. His body felt so hot now… Cock throbbing, tight and constricted beneath… something? Jack needed to get those pesky clothes off. With an all too sluggish movement of his hand, he tried to thumb the hem of his sweatpants down to free his crotch, only to find the happy face of a salamander to greet him. Oh, that’s right.
He'd already taken off his clothes. Silly him. His cock was being forced against the large body of the salamander rutting against his groin. The desperate thing was licking his hand all while its own cock searched for its mark. Jack had to be reminded why he was here. Too drugged up to make the mental connections himself, the pressure at his asshole sent a sharp reminder of the transaction he was making. Why he had put a towel down on the mud to lay down here naked. Why he came all the way out here to be with these weird mud pups.
It wasn’t just for the drugs.
Jack leaned back with a sigh, humping his hips upwards to meet the salamanders rutting cock and gasping once it slid inside. It purred up at him in appreciation, slamming against his hips to get closer to that tight heat. You’re welcome bud, Jack groggily thought to himself. Thoughts were so difficult right now, but his dick felt great. The salamander was giving it some great friction from the way it rutted against his balls. Others of its kin coiled up and around Jack, patiently waiting their turn to get to use him too.
“Yesss… All of you.. can use me.” The tight ring of his hole thrummed in pleasure as the salamander rutted into him with a feral need. The Jack of the past had remembered to prepare himself for this. Not really spending too long opening himself up as much as ensuring he wouldn’t need to stretch too much around the intrusion; if he could even call it that. The salamander’s cock was thick, girthy and using its toxic slime to lube the way in. However, it was short. Stubby like the rest of it.
The salamanders themselves were only a foot or two in length. In ratio with their bodies, their cocks were huge. To a human, they were quite lacking. Only reaching a maximum three inches in length and they weren’t very good at aiming for his prostate.
Jack spread his legs wider and groaned in frustration, humping the air to try and bring his partner deeper. The stimulation wasn’t enough. Its slick skin didn’t feel nearly good enough to cum from despite the growing pressure in his balls for release. If he was more present of mind, he could’ve easily slipped a hand around himself and jerked off to completion. Instead, all he could do was moan and grind against his partner, helpless to do anything for himself in his drugged up state.
Need to cum. Please Why can’t I… His balls felt so heavy. All he wanted was to cum. Jack whimpered underneath the chirping mass of writhing salamanders.
As if sensing its partner’s desperation, the salamander sped up its thrusts, fucking him with a ferality fitting its inhuman form. It must’ve been as pent up as Jack was. He had taken his time coming back here. Maybe it needed him just as badly as he needed it. Slick sounds of wet skin against skin filled the air. It panted against his skin, squirming with need. It was getting close to the edge too.
Jack clenched his hole down around its throbbing amphibian cock. He had prepared for this. He couldn’t remember what specifically, but he knew he needed to help it if he wanted to reach his own climax. “Please! Fill me, please!” The salamander couldn’t understand him, but it didn’t matter. It squealed in pleasure as his hole suddenly grew tight, slamming its hips one last time against his and shuddering as it finally reached orgasm.
And then he felt it. A pressure forcing its way down his partner’s cock and into his ass. The creature groaned in relief and rutted its hips forward to help force the bulges in its cock deeper inside. Like a dam bursting, soft eggs the size of golf balls flooded inside to settle within the protective embrace of his belly.
Almost like a deluge of them, all together in one sloshing motion, the eggs were forcefully pushed past the creature’s ovipositor. Maybe fifteen eggs in total, or so, if Jack were lucid enough to keep count. All that truly mattered to him right now was the sudden stimulation over his prostate as they flooded inside. Their light touch gave him just enough friction for his balls to finally draw up, cock twitching, in relentless orgasm.
“Guhhh yesssh!” His speech was slurred, eyes glazed over as his dick twitched beneath the salamander fucking him with its eggs.
He settled back down with a pant, now giddy with the end of his first orgasm. A small part of him remembered another reason why the toxin was so great. His cock was still hard. Balls now churned with more cum than he could release. He really was the perfect broodmare for this.
The salamander pulled out with a chirp. Unlike its partner, its cock was spent and receded back into a hidden slit. It languidly strolled elsewhere, probably back to the river now that it was done with Jack’s body. Whether for instinct to breed or its own pleasure, it didn’t need him anymore. Though, now came the next problem.
Its cock, too shallow to reach his inner depths, meant the eggs quickly began to tumble back out. Jack tried to clench as tightly as he could muster, but the drugs weren’t doing him any favors. He whimpered as a few popped back out, sliding down the curve of his ass and onto the muddy ground. If the other salamanders cared, they didn’t show. Another one quickly took its place between his legs, shoving its cock against the eggs in his ass and fucking them deeper inside.
So many salamanders crawled over him now, rubbing their slick over their perfect broodmare. So many, that it was making it difficult to breathe. Jack pushed himself up on his elbows, turned onto his side, to bring his head above the crowd. His partner continued to mindlessly hammer away, unperturbed by the movement.
Jack groaned into his shoulder, growing increasingly aware of how sensitive his insides were becoming. The rim of his hole in particular. Each thrust sloughed off a fresh coating of the aphrodisiac ooze over his ass and deeper into his hole. New connections were being made in his brain, turning the lining of his intestines into pleasure centers for the eggs and salamander cock to stimulate.
A salamander caught him off guard by licking a stripe up his face, sending a buzz of pleasure to his brain. “Guhh—come here, mud puppy…” It shouldn’t have felt this good, but he couldn’t help it. Being covered in the toxin was one thing, but licking the slime directly, sucking on its skin while the thing squealed in his hands… A flush of endorphins speared through his body, cock spraying thick cum over the chirping crowd of salamanders rubbing against his body.
This was the best high of his life. Made even better by the eggs flooding his ass and settling like a soothing weight inside. With each passing minute the toxin covering the eggs and salamanders was permeating his very being. Molding his body to be perfect for breeding. What had started out as a dull pressure of stubby salamander cock against his hole had now left him trembling with just the friction against his rim. He was going to be ruined after this. Nothing would ever satiate the itch to be bred like this ever again.
“hah ahh ah-“ Panting moans were forced from his throat. As if a twelve-inch bitch breaker were ramming his hole instead of stubby mud puppy cock currently breeding him with the next batch of eggs. His cock twitched with cum forced out of its sensitive slit. He couldn’t help but clench down around the eggs, feeling each one forced against his prostate. His ass had truly been fucked open now, allowing the eggs to glide right into their place alongside their brethren.
His current partner purred with the next wash of eggs. The stretch of his skin bringing better and better orgasms with each one he took.
That’s when he looked down to see how big he’d gotten, only to find himself slightly disappointed. To any onlookers, it would’ve been clear that Jack had only been fucked by three salamanders now. With such small eggs, all they had to show for it was a pronounced pudge just above his groin. To Jack’s drugged up mind, had felt like hours of fucking should’ve gone by now. He could feel the weight of the eggs inside him. His skin was so sensitive, it felt massive. Like he should’ve looked fully pregnant. Not this weak bloating that was before him. How could it not be bigger yet?
Maybe this was a good thing? His mind reeled to try and rub two brain cells together and form a coherent thought. Another salamander had begun plowing away at his hole, unaware of Jack’s lament.
Now – A thought bubbled up to the surface from the toxin-ridden stew of his mind. His chest heaved in fucked out groans – Now, I have a chance to watch my belly grow.
That’s right. Every time he’s done this, he’d gotten too drugged up to be able to move or watch his belly protrude into a massive mound. Then again, there weren’t nearly this many salamanders last time. His help carrying their brood had brought exponential growth to their population. He’d have to appreciate that more when he was in less of a drugged stupor.
Right now, while he was still aware, he pushed himself onto all fours. His partner yelped in a soft cry as it slid out of his ass, along with a few eggs. That didn’t do anything to hinder its determination, quickly climbing back in to place once more.
Jack got into position, a good breeding position, spreading his legs wide and placing his head down to watch the ensuing growth of his belly. He was gonna watch it this time. He swore it.
But gravity would be his undoing. The drugs flooding his system, carried by the eggs and salamander slick, made his insides ignite with electricity. The eggs sloshed downwards, rolling over parts of himself a human should never be able to feel, much less take pleasure from. “Oh, fuuuck!” His eyes rolled, drooling into the mud as he came once more.
His thighs were trembling from exertion. He needed to stay focused. But the whines being punched out of his throat were making it clear he was not the one in control here. Another slam against his hips, and more eggs flooded inside.
This time, he thought he could see it. The bulge of skin showing off that growing pregnancy, grew just a bit more with the taking of the next brood.
“Yesss…”
His arms gave out from under him. Ass up now, the new position forced the eggs deeper inside. The salamanders cooed and chirped around him, just as happy as was to be carrying their eggs. They rubbed against his face as another slotted its cock where it belonged.
“Hnnngh…” Another flush of eggs forced his belly to expand, and another salamander took its place to fuck more inside. His skin had grown sensitive enough that just the air itself felt like too much.
And his cock, it wouldn’t stop cumming. His balls continued to pulse and twitch, churning with more cum than he could ever know what to do with. Now, his cock was leaking like a broken faucet. All he could do was cum and writhe in pleasure.
As more time went on, that knowing weight built in Jack’s stomach. An all encompassing ache that he could get off on with just the sway of his hips. Each thrust of a salamander at his gaping hole another euphoric pulse of pleasure. Making toes curl and voice sing. He had no thoughts now. Only the need to be filled and fucked with more eggs.
There was a pressure growing deep within the center of his belly. A new feeling that had never happened before. Each flood of eggs increased that sensitive spot more and more. “Ugh. Oh god…” He couldn’t figure out what was happening until pop!
Jack came with a cry as his naval popped from an innie to an outie. Pleasure overwhelmed his senses. He couldn’t keep himself in this position any longer.
He tumbled to his side, body flushed red and still hot with need. The salamander fucking away at him chirped happily between his legs. He didn’t have the mind to process it when the next one took their place, or the next, or the next one after that. All he could do was writhe there. His belly so big now he couldn’t reach his cock if he tried. The sensitive thing now twitched sporadically against the taut skin of his pregnant swell, cumming endlessly.
I’m never gonna stop cumming, Jack thought deliriously.
Patient salamanders, waiting their turn, cuddled up against him, purring against his sensitive body. It felt so good. It was all he could do to drag his hand over their slime covered skin and suck his fingers.
Hours later, long after the last of them had finally gotten their chance to lay, did Jack finally start to pick up the melted pieces of his mind. He only noticed he was on his back now due to how difficult it had gotten to breathe.
“Wha-“ When did I get so big? Was what he wanted to ask, but the chill in the air sent a shock through him, causing one last twitch of his overspent cock.
“Fuck.” Head turning to look around, he spotted the last ripples in the water of the salamanders leaving him behind. He really wanted to just lay there and take a moment to gaze at the stars. It had to be real late now. The short argument in his head reminded him that he had work tomorrow and it wasn’t worth it to walk out of the woods straight there if he could get a hot shower first.
With a sigh, he sat up. It was almost peaceful with the sound of crickets and rustling wind through the trees.
Almost.
A chirp came from his backpack, somehow dragged through the mud closer to the water’s edge.
Now, what’s going on over there? With great effort, Jack pushed himself up with a grunt, holding a protective hand over his pregnant belly as it swayed with the effort. It didn’t get past him that buzz of pleasure forced its way from his stomach, outwards, into the rest of his being with the way his abdomen settled.
He stumbled slightly at that, along with the drastic change in his center of gravity, and began to walk towards his bag. He was used to this weight, somewhat. It wasn’t nearly this big last time, but his leg muscles were still able to adjust to support himself.
In the dim moonlight he could see what was causing the stir in his bag. One of the salamanders had apparently not been satisfied to just lay its eggs in him. As he tugged it out by its middle, Jack spotted the jar of fish kibble in its gummy maw. Its chirping, muffled now behind the jar, sounded like a whine.
“What a goober. This isn’t all for you, you know.” Jack took hold of the jar and dragged it from the salamander’s mouth. With only one of them at hand, the toxin covering its skin was much more manageable. Or maybe the buzz from the eggs was giving him a bit of resistance to its effects. Questions for later. The salamander was released back to the river without too much hassle.
Until it turned around and barked at him.
“What? You can’t have all this you know! Kibble ain’t cheap.” That was a lie, but the little guy didn’t have to know that.
It barked at him in clear annoyance. Jack would’ve left it there like that, hope its short term memory kicked in and forgot about him. But then it started dragging itself back out of the water and, well, “This’ll be easier if I just give you what you want, huh?”
He unscrewed the cap on the jar and poured the contents into the river. Thinking better of it, he emptied the jar. He wasn’t coming back here for a couple months anyway. By then the kibble will have gone bad and been a waste of money regardless. At least the salamander was happily chirping away, now rolling around in the kibble like a happy dog in the water.
“You’re not even eating it! What was even the point – Ya know what, never mind.” He was arguing with a blind, most likely deaf, amphibian. It was cold out. He was naked and covered in dried neurotoxin and cum. He was better off leaving before he caught some kind of illness or some hapless policeman found him.
With much greater difficulty due to his gravid belly, he put his clothes back on. What was a hoodie a few sizes too large for him a few hours ago, was now perfectly snug against his rotund belly. Jack had to bite his cheek to hold back a hiss of pain-filled pleasure from the way the fabric now rubbed against his protruding belly button. He was going to need to sort that out when he got home.
For now – Jack looked up the rocky foot path back to the forest and down the railway tracks to get back to bed – it was going to be a long walk.
The following months were business as usual, if a bit more tedious. Jack had no friends and his job at a local gas station made him pretty faceless in the community. No one either noticed or cared about the fact he was suddenly packing forty more pounds of weight than the day before. And increasing.
By the end of it he’ll probably end up looking long overdue with triplets. He already felt like that was the case. Whatever the eggs were doing to him, they were now making him constantly hungry. Of course, he was used to an underlying hunger with the eggs inside him, but this was nearly intolerable. He constantly had a bag of chips at his side and take out filled his trash can from there on out.
It didn’t help that he was still smoking a joint here and there. Hard to kill old habits even if the eggs were giving him a supply of their own drugs. With what amount of hunger cravings the eggs were giving him, it was definitely being exacerbated by the munchies he was giving himself.
Then there was that buzz. With every sway and jostle of his taut pregnancy, the eggs released a similar toxin to their adult counterpart. It brought about the same, if less potent, high that left him dazed and erect throughout the day. He was lucky his belly was so big now, it hid his aching cock perfectly under its swell.
Multiple times a day, Jack found himself pushing his belly into the countertop by the cash register. Forcing the edge to crease into his skin and stimulate those lovely eggs inside. He shouldn’t have been doing such a thing at work, sure. A two-part combo of getting high and edging himself closer to orgasm would be enough to put him on a list for life, but he had to.
Across all his planning, Jack hadn’t prepared for his belly to get so big that he could no longer jerk off. Every day he was reminded of the fact that he was definitely helping repopulate those strange salamanders in the river by the way his cock was fully eclipsed now.
He found rubbing his hands against the skin to be somewhat helpful. He had had to buy skin ointment to lather over his belly to keep away stretch marks and soothe the aching of growth. During these rubbing sessions, and really any time he found his hands idle, he found his hands kneading into the skin brought about a pleasant high. Bringing along with it that soft arousal that caused it cock to twitch and mind to grow hazy with arousal.
But it wasn’t enough to get off on. Try as he might, no matter which way he pressed his hands into his belly or jostled the eggs inside, it couldn’t flood enough toxins into his body to cum untouched.
Then he tried dildos. A desperate attempt that proved fruitless with his bulging pregnancy in the way of finding a comfortable position. Beyond that, the high made it difficult to concentrate. Whether it was using his hand curled uncomfortably around his back, thrusting a thick 8 inch dildo over his prostate, or placing the toy on a chair and hoisting himself up and down on it. All it left him was an exhausted sweaty mess, with a mind stuck in a fugue like state for the next fifteen minutes while his cock leaked pathetically beneath him.
He was starting to grow desperate.
“What if I—” No. He couldn’t.
He was at work. It was a slow day, as usual, and Jack had gone into the back room for restocking. His horny mind idly thought of ways he could get off. It’d been weeks now since the river and his cock had yet to go soft. That’s when he spotted it.
The metal shelving unit holding boxes for restocking had shelves that were at crotch height. Just high enough that his dick could rest on top. And there was a perfect distance between shelves that he could slot his belly in too.
Maybe, he could just… Jack looked behind him.
The door to the back room was firmly shut, no one would be able to see him in here. It wouldn’t end well if he got caught.
He loosely shook his sweatpants down, low enough for his dick to pop out, and lifted his hoodie so that it’d be skin on skin contact. The shelves only had cardboard resting on top of the cold metal bars, but it was better than nothing. With a grunt, he shoved both inside.
“Fuuck…” His cock had been leaking long enough in his pants to be fully lubed. Once he pushed his belly on top of it, it was like a packed weight had conformed around his dick. The heavy eggs inside sloshed as they settled against the shelf, spreading around his hard dick.
It was too perfect. The weight of his pregnancy had been lifted from his back and now he had discovered his own personal tool for jerking off was right above his cock. How could he have not realized this sooner?
The first thrust of his hips against the shelves was magical. Sheepishly, he knocked into it a bit too far, causing it to clang against the back wall, but the stimulation overcame any feelings of embarrassment. Another thrust, this time pressing his hands to the sides of his belly, squishing the skin to mold around his cock.
“Oh god.” His cock had already made the skin slick. The feelings of the eggs bulging around his hands, being pushed upwards with each thrust of his hips, was leaving him too aroused to form coherent thoughts. His belly was his own personal cock sleeve. Something he could use any time he wanted for as long as he was heavy with eggs.
Slick sounds of pleasure rang out in the small back room as he humped against his belly. This was what he had been missing for so long. This was how he should be getting high. The toxins from the eggs filled his senses into a buzzing euphoria. A tight warmth coiled itself in his groin, quickly growing with each passing moment. He was so pent up. Had been for so long. He was starting to understand the feral thrusting of the salamanders. Had they felt like he did now? Instinct driven by only fulfilling pleasure, thrusting inside some warm wet hole to get off?
This might not be a hole, but it was warm and tight and the weight of the eggs sloshing against his insides made him drool with need. He was so close. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been away from the cash register, but it didn’t fucking matter. His whole world centered around his cock, the eggs, and the hazy mind fog that made rational thought second to the climax he was chasing.
“Hahhh – Yes, finally!” With a cry, Jack slammed his hips into the metal shelves, cumming in thick spurts. All at once, his taut balls were able to draw up and cum for the first time in what felt like ages. His thighs trembled, toes curled in his shoes from the pleasure. It felt so good.
Jack’s chest was heaving. His body shuddered a little in time with the short bursts of cum from the aftershocks. His mind felt clearer now, balls lighter, belly a mess of sticky cum. And the shelves… Now that he could think with more than his dick, it became clear there was a mess to clean. Shows him for trusting himself when he was so horny.
At least it wasn’t the hardest clean up in the world. Jack quickly pulled up his pants and shoved his hoodie down with a hiss. His belly button was still sensitive to touch, but that wasn’t what brought the burst of odd pleasure-pain coursing up his spine. The feeling was centered around his chest, an ache that thrummed through each nipple.
Jack looked down curiously only to be caught off guard by what he saw. On his chest, having leaked through the fabric of his hoodie, were two wet spots. He had started lactating.
New problems to set aside for later. Jack had found a way to jerk off.
When he got home that day, he immediately flung around his home searching for better spots for getting off than what could be provided at work. As much as he wanted to fuck his belly on the job, he didn’t want to end up in jail for public indecency. It was better if he could get his fix at home. Even better, jerk off in the morning and be able to think clearly enough to get through the day without the nagging of his hard on. With each day that passed, Jack quickly learned that the best and easiest way to jerk off was on the floor.
Every day when he woke up, or got home from work, he’d quickly take off his clothes, sit in front of the TV on spread knees, and let his cock be sandwiched between his belly and the floor. The cool chill of the wood was always a shock, but the ability to idly hump onto his dick while smoking and watching some cable was worth it.
The lactation, he could only assume, was his body deciding he had to be as pregnant as he looked and adjusting accordingly. The little nubs had gotten as sensitive as his naval. Always stiff and puffy, he’d taken to putting some gauze over them to prevent stimulation and absorb the milk. Unlike his dick, he couldn’t hide it if the milk seeped through.
The good thing was his “tits” weren’t growing large like he’d seen on other pregnant women. Only growing pudgy with a dull ache, as if the milk was always ready for some waiting mouth. Maybe when he went back to the river, he could show his tits to the salamanders. They’d probably get a kick out of it.
Curiosity had won him over to try it himself, swirling a finger around the sensitive breast and collecting some of the milk onto his fingers. The consistency was that of milk, maybe a little thicker. He stared at his fingers in fascination as pale droplets slid down his hand. With a hesitant lick, he tasted the milk himself.
An electrifying pleasure pulsed through his mind and body as the nectar touched his tongue, dick twitching to life underneath his belly. He had been getting ready to take a shower when he’d decided to squish his, barely there, breasts in his hands. He wanted to see if maybe he could get off on it. Possibly discover another way to jerk off that didn’t rely on his dick. Instead he found something better.
He massaged the tender flesh, milk flowing from his nipples over his hands and into the sink in front of him. His mind was suddenly foggier than before and all he could think about was milking himself, lathering his tongue over as much milk as he could get a hold of. No thoughts towards collecting what little he was producing or even to pace himself.
In a perplexed whimper, Jack had been left with his dick pathetically leaking between his legs, balls taut and aching. He hadn’t cum. Despite pressing and squishing his tits until it grew painful, they just weren’t producing enough to get off from. It was a slow drawl of whining and thrusting his belly against nothing before he came back to himself.
Fuck me. By the time Jack was “sober” again it had been twenty minutes. Why do I always have to act like such a horny dumbass. It was true. Despite everything, he needed to learn to keep control regardless of the drugs. Somehow.
He sighed against the stream of warm water against his face, finally taking the shower he was in desperate need of. He’ll put off jacking off for now, ignoring the press of his hard cock and willing it back down. The warmth over his belly always felt nice. Especially from how tender his chest was from how he’d so generously wrung it out.
He tsked.
The toxin of the eggs made him hornier over time building up the longer he ignored how horny he was getting. Somehow, their toxin had leached into the milk he was producing and was far more potent of a concentrated dose. He could use this…
Hissing with the ache, Jack gently lathered soap over the two mounds. Women produced more milk when they massage their breasts, right? He was by no means a scientist. Never made it past high school, if he was being honest, but with what little knowledge he had, Jack knew he could get his chest pumping out far more milk if he kept up the stimulation.
He’d been avoiding the idea of having bigger breasts. He was already running out of clothes that fit him from how fast the eggs were growing. But the offer of getting this toxin from a liquid, that he could save for a long time after the brood had been laid, was too great a deal to pass up.
From then on he started up a routine of massaging his chest and nipples daily. Even using the same ointment he’d been using on his belly to ease the ache of growth. All this excitement, the brood had brought him too many discoveries to count.
Finding out he could rest on his belly like a personal exercise ball was probably how cavemen felt when they discovered fire. He’d been careful, of course. First, slowly maneuvering himself so that he was on his “hands and knees”. With how big he’d gotten, he couldn’t really get his hands to comfortably lay on the floor with his knees, more like he was hanging on his toes.
His belly gurgled in apprehension. It was taking up a third of his total weight now. So massive that he was getting exhausted from simply moving from one place to another. Slowly, he lifted his hands and feet to let his belly fully support his weight, causing it to squish outwards, eggs noticeably bulging the skin.
He wanted to say it was uncomfortable, but the way he could feel how his belly button was forced to sink back inside, the way the eggs were pushed around his bloated gut, it was incredible. The eggs were surprisingly firm at supporting his weight, pushing him upwards a foot or more off the ground. His dick and balls must’ve looked absurd hanging off his protruding belly. He tightened his hole unconsciously with the feeling of cold air. He was so vulnerable like this.
He wondered if someone would fuck him like this. Rocking back and forth on their cock without much effort on his part. He wouldn’t be able to stop it or even fight back. Stuck, rolling around on his bulging insides until they were through with him. Maybe it was the eggs drugging up his body, but the thought made his cock twitch.
He kept going like that, rolling back and forth. Smooshing the eggs and causing that pleasant buzz to grow. He could feel his cock leaking down his belly, balls swinging with each sway, causing his precum to pool onto the floor. He couldn’t stop himself from instinctively rutting his hips, despite their there not being a hole to fuck, only leading to the eggs to slosh and produce more of that blissful toxin.
So many months in, he had begun to really feel the weight of it. The eggs must’ve gained an inch in diameter since they’d been laid. It was a miracle he could walk at all. He couldn’t remember them getting this big this far in. With so many eggs, they might’ve been fostering a better habitat for growth in his gut than they ever had before.
Back and forth, idle thoughts rummaging around his mind as he swayed on his belly. He wasn’t mindlessly chasing his next orgasm, but the constant stimulation was giving him a chance to think through some of the worries he’d been pushing aside for a while.
He would need to consider investing in some kind of sling the next time he did this. He thought about how big the population would get once he laid this next brood. It took hours for all of them to get their chance at fucking him. How long would it take when the dozens added to their population became hundreds. Days? Weeks?
“Oh god. Oh- hah.” The thought of it, bulging with so many eggs he wouldn’t be able to move with the weight, caused him to push into his belly even harder. Shove his weight forward and back, faster and faster so that his cock would slap against the underside. The toxin’s effects made his mind grow foggier, dumber and needy. Every slosh of his belly forced more drugs from the eggs made him fuck his belly made the eggs get more stimulated—it all became a perverse cycle until pop!
One of the eggs. It felt like it broke.
Jack stopped his thrusting immediately, suddenly very sober. He lowered himself back onto spread knees so that his weight was off the eggs. It felt like a small water balloon had popped under his skin. He hadn’t realized he was being so rough. Was he being rough? It felt like the eggs were supporting him just fine. He hadn’t fucked this all up, had he?
Just then, something pushed against the skin of his belly, from the inside out. Something, rubbing, squirming amongst the eggs. One of them hadn’t broken. It’d hatched.
“Oh fuck!” Whatever the little fucker was doing inside, it was making the eggs release more of the toxin. He had, for the most part, been kneading his hands over the skin to get them to produce more, stimulating them from the outside. But nothing compared to what the freshly hatched salamander could achieve by swimming amongst its siblings. It kicked and thrashed inside, shoving against the skin in an all too playful manner as Jack rubbed a hand over the skin. “Keep that up –fuck–and I’m gonna… m’ gonna”
Jack let out a long moan, fat tits now streaming with milk, as he came on the floor. He hadn’t even been humping into this belly. Just the inner stimulation alone was enough for his pinned cock to get off.
From then on, he now had a little buddy squirming around his insides. It made work a bit more tedious, but damn, he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything else. That wonderful drugged haze now hung over his mind for the entirety of the day, instead of whenever he decided to jostle his belly around. The thing would even start to kick around when he was eating, clearly excited for whatever nutrients it sapped up from Jack’s food.
“Greedy little shit, huh? Bet I know who your parent is.”
Nights got less lonely after that.
A little too much, if Jack was being honest.
Soon after discovering he could produce milk; he’d also discovered that how much he produced – how effective their toxicity was – was directly related to how stimulated the eggs were. For months he’d been humping his belly while using a breast pump. Each day slowly the collection bags filled a little bit more than the last.
With his newly hatched salamanders constantly jostling the eggs at all times of the day, his production skyrocketed. He was barely keeping up with it. His breast had been marginally growing in pace with what stimulation he gave. Now? His tits swelled, nipples puffy and swollen to the point they were making a noticeable indent under his clothes. His tits now sloshed with as much milk as his belly did with the eggs.
He had to constantly be pumping. His old routine was pumping once before work, once after. Soon after the first hatched egg he debated needing to do it during work with the ways his chest started to ache by midday. Then another popped and another. He counted at least eight squirming around inside before he needed to go to that back room and pump at work.
He had to bring a rag with him during those sessions, putting it in his mouth to muffle the moans. His whole body was working against him, tits turned into as much of an erogenous zone as his belly. Body constantly rocked with orgasm as his wish to be able to jerk off with just his nipples became true.
Despite all his work “breaks” he somehow kept his job and managed to hide what he was doing in that back room. All the while his collection of drugged breast milk grew in supply.
As it got closer to his due date, winter had fully settled into a blossoming spring. Fitting, considering how his pseudo-pregnancy had blossomed into a cacophony of stubby baby salamanders shuffling their way around his insides. Suddenly going from at least eight, to more than two dozen. He couldn’t be sure, but some had to be hatching in his sleep.
Jack constantly felt drunk on toxin at all times. Now he had to catch himself from swaying to far from one leg to the other, feeling as though he could cum at any moment from the hatchlings squirming around his insides. He was surprisingly capable, despite how drugged up he felt. Working was no big deal as long as he could go along on auto pilot. Even the milking he’d gotten into a routine with. Cumming a foggy orgasm in the back room every half-hour to his fat tits being pumped was something he didn’t have to concentrate on. He just did.
It was during one of his jerk off sessions when it finally hit him. Thank every god above he wasn’t at work. He should’ve been checking his calendar, taking note of the passing months for the due date, but he’d gotten lazy. Instead, deciding “it’ll happen when it happens.” Not like he knew the exact amount of time it took for the eggs to incubate. But he had a general idea by now. But, once some of them started hatching in his already massive pregnancy, it became clear this was going to be different than the usual timeline.
He had been idly rubbing ointment over his pregnant mound, so big now that he could jerk off while sitting on the couch. Its gravid weight sat snuggly between spread thighs. The “little shits”, as he affectionately called them, were squirming away as usual. His cock hadn’t gone soft since the first egg hatched. Now his head was constantly in a daze of endorphins and euphoric bliss.
“Mph. Keep going. Getting close.” He could feel it. That coiling heat in his crotch as his cock twitched and leaked. He pressed the edge of his palm deep into the skin, causing the hatchlings to writhe and swim away. It made his head swoon. He rutted his hips forward, drawing more friction onto his dick sending him closer to climax.
His chest leaked in abundance, always did now. Puffy nipples desperate to feed the hatchlings inside. He ran a hand over them, pinching soft skin to ease the ache. All it did was make his hips thrust harder, unconsciously needing more stimulation. “Come on. Come on.” He was almost there.
He was getting so close, belly sloshing like a crashing wave with each sway of his hips. He felt so needy, desperate to cum. A similar feeling, warping his mind with a drugged instinct, like from that night from so long ago. He needed to cum. His hips thrusted faster, though not far. The sixty-some pounds of eggs made it impossible to move far. All he could do was rub his ass against the couch, forcing his egged belly to move and the hatchlings to squirm over his sensitive cock.
“Ah-almost. Fucking—hah!” Instead of the orgasm he was so close to achieving, a sudden gush of fluid left his hole and seeped into the couch.
“Oh fuck. Now?” Jack panted with a sudden pressure at his hips. The contraction that careened through his body let him know, yes. Now.
Fuck. Jack tumbled off the couch, the drugs flooding from the eggs had increased tenfold, leaving him in a groggy barely conscious state. He should’ve prepared better. Hindsight would have prevented the mess of months old salamander cum flooding onto the floor. Each contraction forced out spurt after spurt of the thick ooze. He could feel the eggs, positioning themselves deeper in his gut. Making their way downwards to finally be birthed. Jack crawled his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could, managing to somehow slide off his sweatpants before reaching the tub.
His belly was so goddamn heavy. He could barely focus on the task of crawling with the feeling of his sensitive belly button dragging across the floor. Each step sent a shudder over his mind. A part of him, some instinct forced upon him through the eggs, was the only thing keeping him from hunkering down and letting the eggs breach his ass onto the floor.
Jack clenched down with a whimper. The pressure at his ass was unbearable. The eggs desperately wanted out, but he couldn’t let them. He wasn’t even processing what he was seeing, only a blind sense of where anything was in his home somehow brought him to the bathtub. With the weight of sixty pounds in his belly, Jack heaved himself over the porcelain rim and landed inside with a loud slosh.
“Okay. Okay-fuck!” The next contraction brought him to a painful climax. His body hadn’t been made to carry a pregnancy, much less give birth. Weird connections were forming between what was pleasurable and what wasn’t. His balls were tightening in sync with the contractions, forcing whatever was inside to burst out in an aching moan.
It didn’t help that the eggs were pushing over his prostate. Being forced downwards through his bowels one contraction at a time. He had been so sure that they were right at the edge of being forced out. It was what had made him so panicked to get in the tub in the first place.
And yet. These damn eggs were stubbornly staying in place.
Despite being here, trying to relax into the contractions and the instincts that had a strangle over his mind telling him to birth now. Nothing was coming out. “Ahh. Hah. Fuck.” Jack panted and writhed, rubbing soothing hands over the jostling of his belly. Something was sloshing around inside, a panicked force thrashing amongst the eggs trying to clamber past to escape. The hatchlings. They wanted out just as much as he did.
And they were far more inpatient by the feel of it. Stubby bodies pushed outwards into sensitive skin, searching for a way out. “Wait, fuck. Oh god-“ Jack came again. Their intrusive probing around his insides was mixing more of the toxin into the lining of his intestines, turning them into pleasure centers more sensitive than his prostate. He was delirious with pleasure now, each contraction now a full body orgasm that wouldn’t stop until the eggs were out.
Only now did he feel a pressure against his entrance. Heavy. Unyielding. Unable to move passed the tightness of his unprepared rim. He could feel them, the small salamander toiling around their siblings, were pushing the eggs with as much force as the contractions were. “Hahhhh!” Jack thrust his head back, letting out a whine that the neighbors would surely hear. It didn’t matter to him. He was losing his damn mind to this brood. His whole world centered on nothing but that pressure at his rim.
“Don’t- oh god. I can’t-“ He couldn’t focus. Couldn’t remember his own name. The contractions, and the persistence of the hatchlings, weren’t strong enough to force the eggs out. All they could do was edge his ass open. His body, forced by some unnatural instinct, would bear down, nudging eggs wider than his fist against his entrance. The eggs would just barely stretch his rim before the contraction would end and were sucked back in.
Any progress made was slow and excruciating. Unbearable pleasure teased at his sensitive ass hole. Each contraction sent the heavy eggs sawing over his prostate. His cock wouldn’t stop cumming, endlessly spewing more cum into the mixture of fluid at the bottom of the tub.
Jack's mouth opened to scream, but all that came out was a high pitched whine. His mind was to numb fucked from the internal fucking of the eggs. It was a high he couldn’t escape from. He was at the mercy of the eggs. They wouldn’t come out until his ass hole was gaping wide and cock wrung of as much seed as his overworked balls could make.
They pushed further, then back. Further, and back. The tightened muscle of his entrance was slowly massaged open for what felt like hours. The hatchlings inside thrashed relentlessly against them, until finally,
“Guh- HAH!” Like a dam, bursting from the pressure, the eggs suddenly plopped free. Bulbous egg after bulbous egg forced out all at once. They were all connected together, a gooey protective sinew keeping them all intact. With each contraction, a dozen or so eggs were forced out and into the tub.
Jack was barely hanging on. He wasn’t coherent in this body, wasn’t registering whatever stimulation he was being given. The little tadpoles of the salamanders were caught in the stream of eggs. Some had wormed themselves to the front of the pack, while others were still stuck inside. Unable to do much else, they watched as their carrier was stuck in the throes of labor.
Then, one of them got stuck. An egg, thick like the rest of them, got caught between two writhing tadpoles that couldn’t wait their damn turn. The little shits thrashed around his sensitive rim, sending his mind careening for it to stop. It was too much, he’d never faced this before. Belly still so massive, he didn’t think he could handle letting his ass hole get fucked open again for the next hour.
Jack could only let his body tell him what to do. Through some instinct, and a bleary understanding of physics, he pushed himself onto his front. The weight of his belly sloshed downwards along with the force of more eggs. With the rush of the weight behind them, the egg and salamanders popped free along with another waterfall of eggs. His rim felt too damn sensitive. Stretched wide around thick eggs before suddenly being sucked closed, only to be spread open again. It was torture. And yet, his mind drooled for it.
Each tantalizing sway of his hips, jostling the eggs further down. Each twitch of his cock and throb of his taut aching balls. The way his nipples streamed milk with his cries and body shook in climax with each contraction. The way his prostate was abused by the eggs and hatchlings alike. it was every pleasure he could have asked for.
And his belly was only going to get bigger next time.
That was a thought that made him truly lose himself to the pleasure of his labor. The idea of being like this days on end. Weeks. He could be stuck like this, writhing and drugged, long enough that he’d have to leave. Make himself food. Sleep. A belly so heavy that he wouldn’t be able to move with it. Stuck as just a breeder for salamander eggs.
A flurry of eggs and contractions occur leading deep into the night. Jack was stuck moaning for so long his voice gave out long before the end of the labor. He couldn’t remember how or when he got onto his back, but the next time he came to was surrounded by eggs filling the tub to the brim. So full with them, it felt impossible to behold.
Was all of this really inside me? Jack groaned as tried to stretch his fucked out body. His ass hole felt sore beyond belief, not to mention his abused prostate, but his entire body felt wrecked like he’d gone on a marathon.
His mouth clicked dryly as he looked around the quiet bathroom. What time is it? By the view out the small window, it must’ve been late. His neighbors were gonna hate him after tonight, if they didn’t already.
Jack rested his head against the back of the tub, closing his eyes. He could just lay here for a while. The buzz from the eggs was now only skin deep. Whatever drugs that had seeped into his system were long gone now that they’d been laid. He didn’t know how long it took before the eggs would dry out, but it should be long enough to take a quick nap, right?
A chirp interrupted that train of thought. And then another. The tadpoles, the “little shits”, were poking their tiny heads above the sea of eggs to greet him. Some even began to lick at the milk streaming from his tender nipples.
Shit. Jack winced. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this. And if he was going to get up anyways, he might as well get with the task of transporting them. With a pat on one of their little heads, Jack heaved himself up. A bit too strongly by the way he stumbled. He still expected the massive weight of a belly that was no longer there.
As he got himself dressed with his usual shabby clothes, discarding the cummed on mess of pants and sweatshirt to the laundry, Jack tried not to focus on the feeling of emptiness in his gut. There was now a deep hollowness where the eggs would’ve been. All of the sudden, he didn’t need to support himself while walking anymore. There wasn’t that pleasant buzz permeating from deep within his skin. His belly was back to normal. Whatever that was for him.
He shook himself of those thoughts and opened up a hallway closet. Inside, were six large empty glass jars. He had taken them from his job over the years. Selling pickles out of massive, impractically, large glass jars had never been so useful. This might be the first time he’d have to use all of them.
With how much he’d added to the population, he’d need to buy more. Maybe even invest into a new bathtub by the way it looked like there was less than two inches before it would overflow. Or, maybe he could find a way to move closer to the river. Not having to walk all the way there after he was done with the birth would be nice. Maybe even birth them into the water. With all the salamander watching and rubbing against him. Showering him with their ooze inside and out.
Tempting.
But he was too poor to really consider that kind of possibility and this was his best solution for the time being.
Jack took his time transporting the eggs, and tadpoles, into the jars. He kept his shirt off and kept a rag next to him to wipe any excess goo that got on him. As much as he wanted to get high right now, focusing on the task at hand was far more important. The whole ordeal was messy and too long for his liking, but an impulse to keep them safe was at the forefront of his mind. Probably some weird maternal instinct forced upon him like from before.
By the time he was done, it was early morning. Some of the eggs had hatched in their jars, now worming away next to other tadpoles in muffled chirps. Jack carried them via a little old red wagon. He’d found it years ago sticking out of the river, discarded and abandoned. He was giving it new life transporting the eggs down the same path he had traveled months prior.
The emptiness he felt before kept creeping up with each step he took towards the river. It always sucked like this once the buzz had worn off and he was left aching on his own. It wouldn’t be wise to get pregnant again so soon. He needed time to rest and do other things with his life.
He wasn’t debating his options.
Once he’d gotten close enough, he carried the jars down to the river. Each jar had a surprising heft to them. It still shocked Jack how much he had carried with him all these months.
“Alright, in you go.” Jack had pulled up his sleeves, kneeling down by the rivers edge to pour their contents into the water. The eggs floated harmlessly somewhere to the bottom of the river. Most likely to be carried by the current elsewhere to hatch in their own time. The tadpoles quickly turned around to get a chance to lick at his hands.
“Hey. Stop it. Shoo.” These little guys shouldn’t be imprinting on him. He had to be leaving soon before the adults crawled out to greet him. Regardless, they were cute.
The tadpoles chirped up at him happily, their tiny licks sending small tingles up his arm. Their toxin wasn’t yet potent to do much of anything. They really were like puppies.
Jack stood, lighting a cigarette and waving the tadpoles away. They’d be fine now. From his experience, they were going to grow up in a few months and fuck him with just as many eggs. He looked forward to it.
He was about to turn and walk off, not get caught up in saying goodbye, but then there was that all too familiar bark behind him. An adult had popped its head above the water.
“What do you want?” Jack hadn’t brought any food with him this time. He was just here to release the eggs.
It cooed up at him, paddling its body so that it floated sideways, and looked up at him pleadingly with its cock hanging out. Was this its version of flirting?
More adult salamanders were propping up from the water, brought here by the new tadpoles and eggs entering the water. Each of them chirping happily and looking at him expectantly.
He can’t. He shouldn’t.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say no.
With a tug of his hoodie, Jack took off his clothes in a well-practiced manner onto the mud below. Here he goes again.