Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2017 18:26:24 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell, TX pts 1 and 2 Cornell, Texas Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following contains depictions of sexual acts between men, including men who are related. If this is inappropriate for your age or offends you, go no further. The story is fiction. In real life, act responsibly. This story is another venture into male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. It's a longer tale, told in parts. Thanks to a4f101 for the encouragement and ideas. And thanks to all the readers who wrote in after my last mpreg story. I got a lot of great responses to that one. Please consider making a donation to the Nifty Archive to support all the great work they do. Cornell, Texas Bill Drake In the future, 16 years after the Conflict.... The bright red sunset and the honey colored reflection off the dirt became a dull purple-gray and finally full-on dusk. Jacob Markham watched as the dusty semi-desert landscape went by, feeling both relaxed and apprehensive. He was 16, nearly 17, and this was a big change in his life, in all of the lives of the Markham men. But these were not normal times. His father, Command Sergeant Major Stan Markham, looked in the rearview mirror where his two oldest sons, twins Daniel and Aaron, were absorbed in their portable devices, headphones in their ears, just as they had been for the last two hours of driving, as the highways became rural highways and finally a sole two-lane road. The two sons were so much alike, both typical jocks into football and going to the popular parties. Both seniors, neither was good as school, though they kept their grades up in hopes of getting a scholarship to play ball in college. That was how Stan overcame their objections to packing up their lives and all their possessions and moving to a small, secluded town two thousand miles away. The boys didn't want to leave their friends and their school, but the military would now guarantee them a scholarship to State with the move. As proud as he was of his eldests' accomplishments, he was impressed and relieved at how well Jake was taking the move. If there ever was a Daddy's boy, Jake was it, and Stan suspected the kid would follow his dad to any corner of the earth. His youngest son was lately blossoming into his own nascent manhood, getting some of the jock build of his brothers and ever bit of the movie-star handsomeness the men from his mother's side of the family had. With a paternal gesture, Stan reached over and patted the back of Jake's neck, snapping his son out of his reverie. "You doing OK, Sport?" "Yeah, Dad," Jake gave a wan smile. One of these days he'd have to tell his dad his secret, the one he'd already told his brothers. Tell him that he was wired to like dudes instead of women. Pretty much exclusively. For now, he was enjoying the extra time the cross-country drive was giving to spend with his father. "I'm enjoying the drive, actually," he said, softly, not wanting to break the quiet of the car. "I meant about all of it. The move." His dad looked serious all of a sudden. Concerned. "It'll be good. A fresh start. Besides, I trust you Dad," he added. That made Stan wince. What if he was making the wrong decision? "Son," he said, cautiously,"you know this town is a military-run quarantine, and... well, you might see some really unusual stuff." Jake's curiosity was piqued. His father was a career military officer, and Jake knew this move was part of that. But he'd sensed there was stuff Dad wasn't telling him. "Unusual?" Stan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I haven't told you because it's classified information. But now that we're almost here, I can. Cornell has men who are... they're able to bear children." Patiently, the father explained what he could. There were environmental conditions, radioactivity, that caused a further mutation in certain men, on top of the changes the Conflict had brought to the population. At first scientists couldn't explain it, but sure enough male after male in the town was capable of getting pregnant. "So you might see some men in that condition," the father finished. "Wow," Jake's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if gay stuff had anything to do with this reproductive capability but the idea it might went straight to his dick, which was stiffening up at the perverted idea of it. But there was more. The gravity of what his Dad was saying. Both Markhams knew, any citizen in fact would know, that this was really big news. Over the last 15 years, since the Conflict, the women had been unable to bear. Jake was the last generation, and his own mother had died in childbirth because of the radioactivity. The population had lived so resigned to eventual extinction, that the mere possibility of procreation seemed fantastic. "Yeah, wow. That's why I had to take this chance." Stan looked over at Jake, gauging his reaction. "We'll see how this works when we get there, but I want at least the possibility that you and your brothers can carry on the Markham name and genes." Stan was a third-generation career Army man and very much wanted his family line to continue. Jake looked back at his older brothers, who seemed oblivious. "Do they know, Dad?" Stan nodded. "I told them at the last rest stop. To be honest I think they're more concerned about playing ball next year. Your brothers aren't that interested in current events," he quipped. That made Jake laugh. He loved his brothers immensely and looked up to them, but they could be dumb jocks sometimes. His laughter made his father laugh, too. "Glad you're taking this so well, Sport, it's great to hear you laugh." Before Jake could respond, his father started to slow down the car. A checkpoint was coming up, the first of what would be three. Access to Cornell, Texas, was tightly controlled. As the car approached, they saw a uniformed MP step out of the booth and approach the car. He looked like any army policeman Jake would have seen before, only his stomach was swollen big and round beneath his tan uniform, shaped much like a beach ball. This MP was bona fide pregnant. Jake felt his throat clutch, both in shock at the sight and in outright horniness. It was obscene and sexual and made the young man feel attracted in a way he'd rarely felt before. As they proceeded past the gate, he looked back at this brothers, expecting a wiseass comment. Instead, Daniel and Aaron were pale and ashen faced, shocked silent. It was sinking in that this was something big indeed. 2 The next day the Markhams slept in. Uncharacteristically, the twin boys were the first to rouse and were talking in hushed voices while their brother and father slept. "Dude, can you believe?" Aaron said. Daniel rubbed the sleep out of his eye. "I know, bro. This place is a trip. I never thought I'd see shit like this." "How do you think they do it? Get knocked up I mean?" "I dunno. Must be some surgery or implant." Daniel had been wondering the same thing. "Why, A? You thinking of having a baby?" he teased. "You doofus," Aaron groaned and hit his brother playfully with a nerf football. He had the feeling his father had brought them down so they could have a chance at having children. Only now Aaron didn't know if he was supposed to actually consider letting some army guy bear children for him. It was all too weird. Daniel leaned up, thinking much what Aaron was thinking. "Fuck it, I'd let some dude have my kid if it could let me play for State." The demographic changes had meant colleges and universities were shutting down left and right, and places were highly competitive now. That made Aaron grin. "Me, too. Think it's gonna happen? Us going?" "That's what Dad says." He paused. "Jake's gotta be real happy to be here." "Cause he's gay?" Aaron asked. Daniel nodded. The two brothers couldn't understand why their little brother wouldn't like pussy, but they couldn't care less, really. Besides, Jake had always been different, more introverted, more attached to their father, more of a do-gooder. "Man, you think that's how these guys get knocked up? Getting fucked? Damn..." "That's some pretty crazy shit, all right." **** Later that morning as the Markhams were unpacking the U-Haul trailer, a knock on the door announced they had visitors. When Stan opened the door he saw a young man Jake's age and an older man, probably his father, standing there. Both were visibly pregnant, not as big and far along as the army man from last night, but still showing a baby bump. The dad spoke. "Hi, I'm Doug Kelly and this is my son Marshall. We live next door and just wanted to welcome you to the town." Stan showed him in and they made introductions all around. Mr. Kelly gave them a housewarming gift and told them some general things about the town and neighborhood. Jake couldn't help but stare. At Marshall, sure, but especially at Mr. Kelly, whose stomach was bigger and further along than his son's. It wasn't a crush, but instant lust. The dark-haired professional wore a dress shirt and khakis, his body thick with muscle, his masculine voice thick with a Texas drawl, it all made Jake's blood pump. So when the two had left, Jake quietly went up to his father, who'd gone back to unpacking boxes. "Dad, is it OK if I go next door for a minute?" His face blushed because he knew he had no good reason or excuse. So he added, honestly. "I, um, was thinking they could answer some of my questions." Stan knew his boys would be curious, Jake especially, but he suspected something else was going on with his youngest. Stan was a man and could recognize pure lust when he saw it. Jake hadn't told him he was gay but Stan had suspected and now was suspecting it more and more. He wasn't sure if he was happy that Jake was being led by his dick, but the kid had hormones like any teen. And if anyone would do the right thing, it would be Jake. Stan nodded. "OK. But be real respectful, son." "Yessir," Jake smiled and practically bounded out of the house and up to the front door of the neighboring house. He stopped before knocking, then got up the courage. Doug Kelly answered the door. "Hey Jake, what's up?" "I... I don't mean to bother you, sir, but I was thinking, well, I was wondering if you could answer some questions I have." Doug nodded. He had recognized the younger kid's eyes on him as he visited next door. It took a couple of weeks before Cornell had any effect on men, so young Jake must be a natural, he reasoned. "About the pregnancy?" he asked. Jake could hardly speak, he was so nervous. He just nodded with a meek, "Yes, sir." Up close, Mr. Kelly looked even hotter, the man's big strong build contrasting with the soft-firm belly. He wanted to touch it so bad. Doug could tell. He spread his legs a little and puffed his chest out. "Go ahead, feel free to touch it." Tentatively, Jake reached out and felt the pregnant belly. It was probably his imagination, but he thought he could feel the baby kick inside. "Is this your first one?" he asked. "My second. When they're done nursing, the babies are taken to a nearby town. I go and visit my little daughter every weekend." Jake thought about what his brothers would say, how this was all so fucked up, but to Jake it felt right. Beautiful, even. The man, his babies, the unexpectedness of this vision in front of him. His hands ran along the man's swell and, greedily, undid a button on his dress shirt, sliding inside. He could feel the hairy fur beneath, a contrast to the tautness of the skin. "Does it hurt?" "What you're doing now?" Doug asked, surprised at the question. "No, Mr. Kelly. The childbirth." "It's by C-section. The last month of pregnancy is a bit of a bear, but it's all wonderful." He stood back and enjoyed the sensation of this attractive teen worshipping his belly. He tried to figure out what was going through Jake's mind. "You interested in becoming a dad? You know, bear a child?" Jake's eyes lit up. It was something he hadn't articulated for himself, but yeah. Fuck yes, he'd love to father a child. "That'd be so hot," he said, his voice regaining its strength and volume. Then, in an after thought, he asked. "Is there a father for yours?" "Adam Strickland. The town's first breeder." Maybe this was too much information to give Jake, but he felt intuitively the kid could handle it. At least part of the truth. The kid in his belly wasn't Adam's. "He's still the most sought after." "And how it's done, by...?" Jake didn't know how to finish the sentence. Dad hadn't given him the details. "The old fashioned way," Doug said, letting the implications sink in for the eager teen. "Adam fucked me." The words went straight to Jake's cock and he couldn't help himself, he unbuttoned a couple more buttons on Mr. Kelly's shirt, pulling it open to reveal the furry gut. He felt bolder. "Was that just to have a baby?" Damn, this was all moving fast. Doug Kelly knew he couldn't be fooling around with the young Markham kid, certainly not until he'd been here a couple of weeks and his body had the chance to adjust to the town's radiation level. The young guy would be undergoing changes pretty soon. But the physical contact stirred a steely erection in his khakis and made his heart beat. It had been too long since he'd gotten fucked, since he'd gotten any physical attention, and he really wanted it. He started to respond, to say something sexual, but just then the two heard footsteps from upstairs, and coming down the stairs. Marshall was coming. "Shit," Doug whispered and pulled back, rebuttoning his shirt. Jake felt like he'd had a favorite toy taken away from him but realized at that moment his lust had gotten the better of him. He'd gone too far. He hoped Mr. Kelly wouldn't tell his Dad how forward he'd been. It didn't help that the younger Kelly was wearing just a pair of loose basketball shorts and was showing off a pale, completely smooth chest. He and Jake were almost carbon copies in their body size and muscular development. Other than than the slight baby swell of Marshall's abdomen. "Hey Dad, I'm going over to Charlie's to shoot some hoops." He looked at the two men. It felt like he was interrupting something between his Dad and Jake, but decided it couldn't be. After all, the Markhams had just moved in. "OK, son." "Jake, if you and your brothers wanna come over, meet a few of the guys..." "I'll have to ask my dad. We're supposed to be unpacking. In fact, I should get back now." He was now embarrassed he'd stayed this long. "All right. we're just down the street if you wanna join later. You can't miss us." "OK." Marshall left and by now the spell was broken. "Well," Doug said. "I should get into the office sometime this morning." As a realtor in a boom town his weekends were busy though thankfully he had no pressing appointments until noon. Jake was now back to his deferential self. "Sure, Mr. Kelly. Sorry to bother you." Doug smiled wryly. "No bother, Jake. Feel free to come over again, when I have more time to chat." When Jake came back home, Stan wanted to ask him what he'd discovered. But Jake was at the age when he needed some distance sometime, and this was one of those times. He could tell something was up, though. "Something on your mind son?" "It's nothing, Dad." "We're not gonna start that 'it's nothing' business now, are we?" Stan sometimes had little patience for teenage moodiness. "It's just. Well, Marshall had said a few of the guys were playing basketball in the neighborhood and invited me and Dan and A to join. But I know we gotta a lot of work to do today." Stan stopped unpacking and looked his son in the eyes, happy to see his son making friends already. "Work can wait. I'm serious. You boys go off, get outside while it's nice." Jake broke into a big smile. "Thanks, Dad. I won't be out long." "Take your time." he said as Jake went to get his brothers. After the boys left, Stan unpacked a couple of other boxes but found his curiosity gnawing at him. Jake wouldn't do anything inappropriate, would he? His youngest was always a good kid, but still Stan had this nagging feeling. He picked up his keys and walked out and across the yard to the Kellys. Doug seemed surprised to see him. "Hi Stan. What's up?" "Sorry to bother you Doug, I just wanted to check, to make sure, that well Jake didn't say anything inappropriate when he was over here. I haven't had a chance to fill him in on everything about Cornell. I'm still figuring it out myself." Stan was now embarrassed, admitting to his new neighbor that he'd moved his whole family down without knowing everything about how the pregnancy setup worked. "No bother, and don't worry, I'm happy to answer Jake's questions. Yours too. Wanna come in?" "Thanks, if it's no trouble." The two men sat down opposite one another, a little quiet. Stan was definitely nervous, but also felt he could open up to his neighbor in a way it would be hard to with another Army guy. "So," he stared. "I gotta know. When do the body changes start happening? I'm a little nervous for my boys." "In a couple of weeks. Mine was two weeks to the minute, in fact. I'm not sure, but I think it's the same with the Breeders." "You think my boys will be Breeders?" Stan asked anxiously. "No way to say in advance. Chances are no." The sample size wasn't big enough to get precise statistics, but Breeders were somewhere between 2 and 4 percent of the population. Stan exhaled a heavy breath and put his head in his hands. He knew this was a distinct possibility when he'd moved them all down here. It felt like a chance worth taking, only now he wasn't so sure. "How did you first know your body was changing?" Doug leaned back, his stomach sticking out as he reclined in the seat. He smiled as he thought back. "That's the first sign. Then you start to feel an itch in your ass. For the Breeders, it's usually a series of really intense wet dreams. You can go see Doc Harrison if it's a severe case and anyway he'll check you out later." Stan listened carefully, memorizing Doug's advice in case any of his sons needed it. "Later?" "After conception. Your body will usually have a way of telling you you're pregnant. Morning sickness is a bitch," he laughed, and Stan laughed too, relieved to feel the tension break a little. Doug added. "For younger guys going through the change, sometimes it's a quicker transformation. Um, some of the young guys can be extra fertile, so you gotta be careful. Marshall got knocked up the day after his first signs." It was real heady, thinking about any of his sons getting pregnant like that. Stan knew he and his boys were in over the head. He had to ask one more question. "You ever regret moving here, Doug?" His neighbor smiled and patted his bred belly. "Not a minute. Best decision of my life. It's hard to explain it, but after you go through the changes, it feels right, and you'll wonder why you ever doubted yourself." Though he didn't say anything to Stan, not yet, Doug thought of his eldest son Keith, currently away and studying pre-Med at State. There weren't many Breeders in Cornell. But Keith Kelly had transformed into a Breeder, a fine strapping potent one at that at. He'd put the second baby inside his father's womb. The youngest Kelly child gestating and growing bigger inside Doug every day.