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The Book of Morgan: "Tiddies" with a "D"

Jeremy insists that dudes have "tids". The "d" is important, but he seems to be fighting a losing battle with his bros. It's time to call in reinforcements - the quiet classmate with the huge leatherbound tome...

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This wasn’t the first time that the professor had been late, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. It was only five minutes past the bell and there was already That Guy reminding the rest of the class that if the professor wasn’t there by the fifteen-minute mark, they were legally allowed to ditch class for the day. Jeremy, however, wasn’t paying any attention to That Guy. He and his pals were already embroiled in a debate.

“For all the time I spend at the gym, you’d think I’d have anything to show for it!” Jeremy whined.

“You look fine to me,” Charlie said.

“You trying to bulk up?” Victor asked.

“I don’t want to get like, yoked, but I wouldn’t say no to a little meat, you know?” Jeremy said, gesturing to his chest.

“So, you want some tits?” Charlie asked.

“Not tits! Pecs!” Jeremy protested.

“Titties,” Victor teased.

“Tid-DEES! With a D! The D is important!” Jeremy corrected.

“The D is very important,” Charlie said playfully. He held up a hand for a fist-bump – a gesture which Victor quickly took him up on.

“Not to sound vain, but… like… I think my ass looks kinda nice.” Jeremy began to explain.

“Agreed,” Charlie said with a whistle. Victor nodded appreciatively as well.

“I just kinda want to round it out with a nice upper body,” Jeremy explained.

“So, tits,” Charlie said with a sage nod.

“Not tits!” Jeremy protested.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Charlie and Victor chanted.

“Unbelievable!” Jeremy whined. His two friends were continuing their chant which had garnered a few curious glances from the rest of the class, but Jeremy was trying to tune them out.

Jeremy turned to the guy who was sitting at the desk next to his. The guy was seemingly oblivious to the debate that raged at the next table over. He was staring down into a massive, leatherbound tome as if he was cramming for a final. Jeremy leaned over and tapped the guy on the shoulder.

“Hey. Hey. Poll time,” Jeremy said as he repeatedly tapped the guy’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Morgan said groggily as he looked up from his book.

“We’re having a… uh… debate. A conversation. A dude with a big chest. That’s not tits, right?” Jeremy asked.

Morgan started at him for a moment and tilted his head to the side slightly as if thinking it over. “Do you want it to be tits?” he asked.

“What? I mean. That’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy stammered.

“He wants a fat rack!” Charlie teased.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Victor chanted.

“Not tits!” Jeremy shouted.

Morgan eyed the guy up and down and nodded. “You’d look good with them,” he said.

“W-what? T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested.

“He wants a nice rack to match his fat ass!” Charlie teased.

Morgan eyed Jeremy up and down and then gave a nod of appreciation. “That sounds like a lot of fun!” he said and gave a quick wave of his hand.

“T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested again, but before he could complain further – or even really process the weird hand motion Morgan had made – the professor came barreling through the door like a whirlwind.

“Ok, class. We’re already ten minutes behind schedule. Get your books out and be ready to learn. We’ll have to go fast to make up for lost time!” The professor announced to the class.

There were audible grumbles throughout the class as the various friend groups broke from their conversations and returned to their seats to begin the class. Charlie and Victor quickly scurried to their assigned seats, leaving Jeremy alone at his desk with only his textbook for company.

The professor quickly settled into the rhythm of the lecture and rattled off facts and figures while occasionally swapping slides on the projector. Meanwhile, Jeremy tried his best to take notes, but he just wasn’t feeling it. His mind kept drifting back to the conversation from earlier. He went to the gym regularly. He did all the chest-based exercises he could think of! Bench presses, flies, pec decks – you name it, he did it, but still, his chest was as flat as a board.

Jeremy’s hand slipped towards his chest and did a quick pass along where his pecs would be. He wasn’t really sure why he did it. He wasn’t even sure if he was fully aware that he had done it. It was some subconscious tick. It was as if something in the back of his mind needed to check and make sure that he was still flatter than Kansas.

Oddly enough… there was a bit of give as his hand brushed across his chest.

Jeremy balked. His brow furrowed as he tried to parse what he was feeling. His chest had a bit of shape to it, but it didn’t feel like firm muscle. It didn’t feel bad, though…

Jeremy glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like this warranted further study. Once the coast was clear, he slipped a hand under the lower hem of his shirt and tried to discretely get a feel for the bare skin of his now soft chest.

There was definitely mass there. It felt strange and yet somehow natural. He silently chastised himself. Why was he shocked? He should be used to this by now. Some dudes develop breasts. It happens. Fortunately, his were small. They were barely noticeable. His small bosom fit nicely in the palm of his hand almost as if he was trying to use a fleshy computer mouse.

“Is everything alright?” The professor asked, interrupting the lecture mid-slide to address Jeremy.

Everyone in the class turned to stare at Jeremy as he had a hand up his shirt and squeezing his boob.

“Huh? Oh. Just had an itch…” Jeremy murmured awkwardly.

Jeremy pulled his hand out from under his shirt and tried to play it casual, but it was clear that at least a few of his classmates had seen what he was up to. Victor and Charlie in particular were having a laugh at his expense.

“He can’t keep his hands off of them,” Victor said with a chuckle.

“Can you blame him? If I had a rack like that, I’d be playing with them all day!” Charlie cheered.

Jeremy raised a hand to his mouth to form a partition to block the professor’s line of sight to his lips and hissed across the room to his pals, “they aren’t tits!”

“Whatever, dude,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes dramatically for emphasis.

Jeremy grimaced at his pal’s antics, but for the time being, the heat seemed to be off of him. The professor had returned to the lecture, and Charlie and Victor seemed to be making a passable effort to take notes. Jeremy, however, couldn’t focus on the class. His mind kept drifting towards the supple mounds that pressed against the front of his shirt.

Jeremy fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He should have worn a bigger shirt. What was he thinking wearing this old thing? It was a miracle he got it on in the first place. His boobs were straining so hard against the front that the screen-printed logo was stretched beyond recognition. Not to mention, the pressure on his chest hurt!

Jeremy glanced around the class. There were a few girls in the class, and they all ran the gamut of gland size. There were a few girls with small bumps, and one or two with an impressive rack, but none of them came close to the sweater puppies that Jeremy was sporting. It didn’t even seem right to call them sweater puppies. These were at minimum sweater pit bulls and rapidly approaching great Danes.

The fabric of his shirt strained audibly against the weight of his pair of basketball-sized bazongas. Again, he wondered why he thought he could wear this shirt. His rack was far too large for it! He should just take it off before his jugs burst through like the Kool-Aid man!

Jeremy sat there for a moment and pondered it. Should he just take it off and be done with it? Sure, he was a guy, and guys often went shirtless, but he was in the middle of class! How would he explain it to the professor! ‘Oh, yeah. My fat horkers were getting sweaty and needed some air.’ There was no way the professor would go for that.

While Jeremy ran over the situations in his head, he subconsciously shifted in his seat. His thighs felt cramped in the tiny desk, and that wasn’t entirely due to the size of his ass. His fat cock had chubbed up. Something about feeling his huge boobs straining against his shirt got him hot and bothered. His thick dick strained against the fabric of his shorts. The head of his huge cock poked out past the hem of his pant leg.

Jeremy winced. It was starting to hurt. Why had he worn such tight shorts? Why had he worn such a tight shirt? He should have just skipped it and worn nothing at all! Plenty of other guys around here did it. After guys reach a certain size, they just stop caring about clothes. Jeremy, had been trying to hide from the truth, but it was obvious to anyone that looked at him that he was definitely a hyper guy… Well… it was obvious that he was hyper, but maybe not so obvious that he was a guy.

Jerey couldn’t stand it anymore. His tits hurt! This shirt was a terrible fit, and he needed to be rid of it.

Jeremy reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and then groaned audibly as he tugged the garment up and over his head. It was tough to get started, but once the shirt went past his rack, the rest was easy.

Jeremy’s huge tits landed with a reverberating thud against the desktop. His massive mammaries were each the size of a watermelon. His rack was so huge that it spilled over the sides of the tiny schoolroom desk.

“Is everything alright back there?” The professor asked.

“Uh… yeah…. Just stretching,” Jeremy replied. He tried his hardest to play it cool, but he felt awkward and exposed, but why? It was common for guys to go topless, and that went double for guys like him who were too huge for clothes to be practical. Although, Jeremy felt a little weird that the side of his pant leg had split while he was straining to pull off his t-shirt. He wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“We really need to get you a bigger desk… maintenance was supposed to do that weeks ago…” the professor muttered.

Jeremy could feel his face burning bright red. He knew that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed. There were guys that were just huge. It was natural, and he couldn’t help it. The school was supposed to take steps to accommodate students like him, but that didn’t stop it from feeling silly and a bit embarrassing that he was too large for the standard desks.

It wasn’t just his huge tits. His thighs too were too wide for the standard seats, and his huge cock was so fat that folding the desktop over squished down on his dick. It was only thanks to the weight of his enormous tits that the desktop was able to stay closed, but that, of course, meant that there was no available desk space for him to actually use. Honestly, he was better off not using the desk at all.

“Uh… if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just stand,” Jeremy said.

“Very well,” the professor replied and gestured to a spot at the front of the room next to the podium.

Jeremy glanced around the room. Was there really nowhere else? Not really… the back row of desks were nearly flush with the wall, and the aisles between desks were so narrow that Jeremy’s voluptuous girth tended to smack into the other students whenever he tried to make his way up and down the aisles. Honestly, it was silly that it had taken him this long into the semester to give up on the desk altogether. He should have just started standing the very first day of class when he realized he was too wide for the aisles, let alone the seats!

As Jeremy got up from his seat, the fabric of his over-stuffed shorts caught on the hinge of the folding desktop causing the garment to pull away from his body as he stood. A loud, rending noise split the air as his pants were torn clean from his body leaving him completely nude from ankles to ears.

Jeremy glanced down at his nude form, but all he could see was his tits. His rack was so huge that it filled his entire field of view, but even though his pumpkin-sized boulders blocked his line of sight, he had checked himself out in the mirror plenty of times in the past. He knew what he looked like. He knew he had shapely hips and a big, round, full moon of an ass. He knew that his massive nuts, which were every bit as big as his boobs, now hung down past his knees. He knew that his fat cock, which was almost as big around as his midriff, draped over his massive nuts and dangled towards his ankles – or at least it would if he wasn’t sporting a semi!

Jeremy had to shimmy sideways up the aisle to reach the front of the room. His big, bubbly butt bumped against students on one side and his humongous tits and gigantic, semi-boned cock slapped against students on the other. Jeremy felt a bit embarrassed, but no one seemed to be actively trying to get out of the way. They were all used to this by now.

Eventually, Jeremy reached the front of the class and took his spot next to the podium. The professor gave him a nod and then returned to droning on about whatever topic they were trying to cover today, but Jeremy couldn’t focus. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was standing bare-assed naked in front of the entire class! He shouldn’t feel weird about this! He was pretty much always naked! He was too big for clothes! Yet, despite the knowledge that this should be normal for him, he was leaking like a sieve from multiple spots. His rock-hard cock was of course leaking pre, but his massive milkers also had a steady stream!

Jeremy was so hot and bothered that he wasn’t thinking clearly. All he could think of was how good he felt. His tits in particular were incredibly sensitive. It was as if his nips had the same sensitivity his cock did after an intense climax. The way that milk flowed from them felt a lot like how his softening cock felt as post-climax cum oozed out the tip.

As he stood there basking in the blissful sensations coursing through his cock and tits, a thought crept into his head. What did his milk taste like? Had he really never tried to drink from the tap? How long had it been since they had first developed? Surely, he had to have taken a sip at some point in the past! But he couldn’t recall…

He needed to remedy this.

Jeremy reached down and gripped one of his fat nips in his hand. The swollen nipple was so huge that it was like trying to grip a coke can except that his nip was soft and squishy instead of cold and hard.

A shudder of bliss ran up his spine as he clenched his fist around his nip. His cock gave a lurch of delight causing a spray of pre to arc out over the classroom.

Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt so good? Surely, he must have done this before, right!? There’s no way he’d gone this long without trying to milk his own teat! Still, the novelty of the situation aside, Jeremy needed to know how it tasted.

Jeremy wrapped a hand around each thick, swollen nip. A shudder of arousal coursed through his body as his hands clenched down. His nips were so incredibly sensitive, it was almost as if he was stroking two thick cocks! His nips were so fat that they were as thick as coke cans and nearly as long, but they were far, far softer. The supple, squishy flesh of his nipples felt fantastic in his hands.

As he gave his nips an experimental tug, his cock gave a hard lurch of delight. Pre sprayed from the tip of his fully-boned cock and a thick spurt of warm milk erupted from his teats. The pleasure was nearly overpowering. His entire body shuddered. His head felt fuzzy. His legs felt like rubber. He nearly collapsed right then and there! But he managed to hold it together.

Jeremy took a moment to steady his breathing. He had nearly creamed himself right in front of the class. There were a few of his classmates that were eyeing him intently. They seemed to be enjoying what they saw, but for the most part, his classmates didn’t seem too surprised by his erotic display, and why would they? They had seen this plenty of times before. Guys like him couldn’t help themselves. His huge, fat nuts were constantly churning out spunk. His gigantic, heavy tits were constantly pumping out milk. He had to drain it constantly to keep ahead of it.

Jeremy’s head felt fuzzy, but this time it wasn’t the intensity of his arousal or the haze of hormones. How many times had he done this? It had to be several at this point… and yet… he couldn’t recall what his own milk tasted like. There was no way he had gone this long without trying it out, and yet… the memories just weren’t there.

Jeremy couldn’t generate the brain power to ponder it too hard. He was just too horny, and it wasn’t like it was a problem that couldn’t be solved with a little hard work and dedication.

Jeremy stared down at his huge tits. Either massive mammary was easily the sized of a yoga ball. There was no way he could easily reach his nips to his lips to suck straight from the tap. His tits were just way too large for that, and the thick, spherical shape didn’t lend itself to being able to fold back on itself like he could do with his cock. Still, even though he couldn’t drink straight from the tap, he wasn’t without his tricks.

Jeremy let go of one of his nips. He cupped a hand in front of his tit and gripped his fat nip in his other hand. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped and squeezed and stroked. He was spurting milk almost the second his hand touched the sensitive flesh of his over-stimulated nipple. By the time he began stroking in earnest he was spraying like a firehose.

He grabbed a handful of the warm, thick liquid as best he could. He lifted his cupped palm to his mouth and took a deep drink. It tasted fantastic. It was warm and creamy with just a hint of sweetness. Did girl’s milk taste this good? He couldn’t tell. He hadn’t drunk any since he was an infant, and even then, it may just have been formula.

Jeremy finished his handful of milk and let out a contented sigh. Somehow, drinking his own blend just made him even hornier than before. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and his nips were even more sensitive than they had been just moments before. He needed more. He needed relief both from his tits and his nuts, and he had just the idea of how to handle both.

He once more reached down and gripped his fat nips. Milk sprayed from his tits as he did so, but he powered through it and didn’t surrender to bliss… not yet anyway.

He pulled his tits aside, giving enough space between his huge horkers to allow his massive, thick rod to stand at its full upright and locked position directly between his two dirty pillows.

Jeremy stared in awe. His cock was so huge that it was almost as thick as his waist. The tip of his dick now stood eye level. When had it gotten so huge?

Even as the question rattled around in his head, he knew how silly it was. It had been that way for ages… and yet… if it was so huge and his tits were so fat, why hadn’t he done this yet?

Whatever the case, there was no time like the present. Jeremy wanted desperately to feel his own fat cock smothered between his two huge tits. Jeremy grabbed a huge handful of supple flesh and mashed his heavy tits together. The warm, soft, supple flesh pressed down around his thick, rigid shaft.

His tits were so huge that they more than filled his hands. They more than filled his arms! The combined mass of his enormous rack was the size of a bean bag couch! He had to use the entirety of his arms just to move the immense mass of his enormous tits up and down along his massive cock.

Jeremy’s entire body shuddered. His dick bucked and lurched with each stroke of his tits along his rigid shaft. It felt so fantastic that he wanted to make it last as long as possible, but he was already drenched, and it wasn’t just sweat. Pre was flowing freely from the tip of his cock like water from a faucet. Milk was spraying from his tits with each stroke and squeeze. There was a standing pool of fluid in the classroom easily up to his ankles of just pre and milk! And yet, things were about to get much messier.

Jeremy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as he put on his lewd show for the entire class. Was the professor still teaching? Or had class been completely put on hold so everyone could soak up Jeremy’s erotic display. Jeremy didn’t know nor could he spare the brainpower to care. All he knew was he was horny as hell and felt like he could blow at any second. He struggled to keep his load down, but his cock felt so fantastic that it was taking every ounce of his willpower to keep from blasting rope all over the desks. This, coupled with his orgasmic sensation of milk erupting from his nipples left him barely hanging on. His whole body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched. His puffed-up cockhead flared further with each lurch.

Jeremy knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He staggered back and braced himself against the whiteboard. As he did so, a bright light flashed directly in his face. He was now directly in the path of the projector. If he wasn’t the main attraction already, he sure was now. Anyone trying to take notes now had to contend with Jeremy’s big, buxom body blocking the slides.

Jeremy’s body shuddered. His muscles flexed. His nuts tensed. His cock gave one last, hard lurch, and then the shooting began. A huge, thick spurt of cum erupted from his cock like steam from a geyser. He came, again and again. Cum spewed forth from his cock. Milk spewed forth from his tits. All the while, Jeremy was so overloaded with orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t even form a coherent thought. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt this good? Was this his life now? Cumming from a cock the size of a battering ram and spraying from two coke-can-sized nips with each climax? This was heaven!

All good things come to an end, however, and eventually, even Jeremy’s pumpkin-sized stones had been drained of spunk. Even his tits felt raw from being so thoroughly tapped. His cock gave a few last spurts of cum before it began to steadily droop and soften.

Jeremy’s energy was completely spent. He no longer had the strength to remain upright. His slowly slid down the wall until his bare booty splashed down in the puddle of milk and spunk.

Everything felt so weird. He felt so fantastic that it didn’t seem possible. He was sure he had cum many times in the past, but he didn’t remember the afterglow being so overpowering. He could barely even remember his own name. All he really knew was that he felt fantastic. The last bits of cum seeped out the tip of his softening cock. Milk dribbled from his thick nips. His whole body felt so sensitive that even the air from the AC tickled him like feathers.

As Jeremy sat there at the front of class, he slowly became aware of movement from the seats. Was class over already? How long had he been jerking it? How long had he been passed out? He couldn’t tell. Time made no sense to him. He wasn’t even sure if anything around him was real or not. The figures moving around him seemed fuzzy and distant. He could sort of make out the sound of his friend’s bickering, but his brain was so addled from the orgasm and the afterglow that they felt like they were miles away.

There was one voice that cut through the fog.

Jeremy looked up and noticed that despite how hazy everything looked and felt, he could see one figure clear as day. The guy’s wide-brimmed, conical hat, short jacket, and shorter shorts made for quite the alluring silhouette.

The figure stepped forward and knelt down beside Jeremy. There was a huge, pleasant grin on his face. He was so cute that Jeremy’s dick began to stir to life once more. Blood rushed to Jeremy’s face causing his already flushed cheeks to turn another shade redder.

“You were right. That was a lot of fun!” Morgan cheered.

Jeremy muttered something unintelligible in reply. Even had he had the strength to muster a coherent response, he didn’t have the brain power. He felt like he was drifting between dreams. He couldn’t quite piece together his memories. All he really knew was that this body was his.

A goofy smirk played at the corner of Jeremy’s lips. His massive nuts filled his lap. His huge, soft cock draped over his nuts and laid along the floor in front of him. His massive, heavy tits rested solidly on top of his oversized bait and tackle. It felt so good being huge.

He could get used to this… not that he needed to get used to it. After all, he had always been this way.

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