Not Yours! (AKA the "theme" of your surprise lunch date with Morgan)

[Inspired by a "fan" over on cuckoldforums. You know who you are! Seems he likes stories of a "specific" nature, and who am I to deny him. Also, to my other "fan" who continues to rate my stories poorly. I don't mind negative criticism, and I don't really care, as I have fun. But it seems to me, that you seem to read my stories more than most people, for someone who hates them. So to the both of you, enjoy!]

I was livid for several days after "their" baby shower. She called me "gross" and threw away the clothes I had intentionally soiled. I hadn't watched them on my cameras in days. Fuck them, I thought. I wasn't gross, they were the ones who were gross, always parading around the house naked and having sex like some couple in a porno.

On Tuesday, I went to Walmart to shop for the week. I had the day off, and needed a number of things. As I approached the bread aisle, I noticed one of those "sales" carts with a bunch of cheaper breads at the end of the aisle. It rose up to the height of every normal aisle, but I could see through each column. I approached the cart, needing a new loaf of bread. When I reached the large cart, I was greeted by a wonderful sight. Some girl on the other side was reaching high for apparently a particular loaf of bread on one of the top trays. From this vantage point, and boy was it a vantage point, I couldn't see the girl's face or anything below that amazing chest. I had a perfect view of her large round globes. I stopped to admire the view, as did another older man, who gave me a wink. The old man licked his lips and then received a hit from behind with a purse, from a fat woman that looked to be his wife. He kept going and left me with my amazing view of this girl's rack, as she continued to reach up, probably searching for a particularly good loaf of her favorite type of bread.

"That's it," I said to myself, "keep searching." My cock twitched to attention in my pants. The strain of my small cock causing pain in my groin. A sensation of sharp tightness gripped my ballsack, and I realized that I hadn't beaten off in several days, nor had I been with a woman in many weeks, if not months. I adjusted myself, hoping no one would notice. I stared intently as the girl continued her search. Her breasts were perfectly round and remarkably firm for their size. "She must be a C-cup at least," I thought. Had to be fake, I told myself. What was most surprising was that through the girl's tight white top, her nipples were dark and impossibly erect. I had to admit, it was almost obscene and downright inappropriate for a family place like Walmart. Didn't she notice those things were beaming.

My erection hits its maximum peak at four inches. Actually, maybe five today with these sweater puppies staring back at me. I was disappointed when the girl found what she was looking for and brought her hands down. I could see her brunette hair now. For the first time, in a long time, I was aroused by another woman, who was NOT my ex-girlfriend. It made me feel so good, that I decided to talk to her, and see if I still had what it took to pick up a hot girl. With renewed confidence I came around the rack of bread. As I came around, I stopped in my tracks. There, holding a loaf of bread in front of her, checking the "best if used by" date, was Morgan.

My throat croaked, and I began to back away. I felt so ashamed at myself when I realized I hadn't been excited by "another" woman. It had been the same one I had been obsessed with for almost a year and a half now. I hoped she didn't see me, and began to slowly walk away. I sighed and turned, content she didn't see me.

Like so many times before, I was not as lucky as I thought. "Hey you!" I heard her call. Stupidly, I turned my head, to see an advancing Morgan. Her stomach protruded outward with the clear signs of a woman in labor. Her tight white top could barely cover the large stomach. She had on a black pleated skirt that went down to just above her knees. Her legs were still strikingly thin, as were her arms. For a pregnant woman, she seemed at home in a pair of tan colored strap high-heeled wedge shoes, that made her about an inch taller than me.

I realized that I was checking her out, right there in public. She didn't seem to notice as she approached. "I thought that was you!" She still seemed so oblivious and aloof as to all that had happened between us.

Backing away, I found myself hitting the frozen meats section in the middle of the main aisle. I was stuck. "Oh, hey," I said, fumbling for words.

She came in and gave me a tight hug. Her large breasts pushing against my chest and shoulders. She would have felt my boner, or I think she would have, had it not been for the buffer of a fat pregnant stomach between us. I took in the sweetest scent as her head came close to me. Her perfume was intoxicating and lovely. That's when I noticed her hair was short again, in a "bob" and highlighted with blonde streaks, just as it had been when I first met her years ago. I was shocked as she told me long ago, after much pressuring to bring that sexy hairstyle back, that she felt it made her look too "young" and wasn't professional.

She seemed to take a cue from my were my eyes were fixed when she broke off the hug. She twirled her fingers in her hair. "Oh, so you noticed," she said blushing, "it doesn't make me look to young and air-headed does it?"

I shook my head very fast, almost instinctively. "It looks....it looks good," was all I could say. To be honest, it looked magnificent. It only added to the tension in my pants.

She shrugged, "Well, I figure I won't need to look "professional" for a bit," she said, holding her hands to frame her fat pregnant stomach. My own stomach turned at this display. I put my right hand behind my back as I clenched my fist.

"So how have you been," she slapped me on the shoulder lightly. Still playing all nonchalant. How could she still act this way? "I haven't seen you since the baby shower," she continued.

My heart sank. I knew I was dead in the water. They had discovered my perverted prank, and I was sure she was going to let me have it. My face turned beet red and I looked down at the ground. I didn't say a word.

She broke the tension within seconds. "You did have fun, didn't you?" She asked. I looked up as she stuck out her tongue. She had a small shining stud in her tongue. She had brought back the tongue stud too? I stared at it, and more pain filled my balls. "Yeah you did," she laughed finally. She looked back at her cart. "Hey, what are you doing for lunch?"

I sighed and let out air, as if implying I had a lot to deal with today. "Well, I gotta go to this....this...." I tried to say anything, but I couldn't come up with and excuse. "I got this thing I have to do later, and I really need to finish shopping."

Morgan grabbed my hand and pulled me to her grocery cart. "Nonsense, you have time to come with me to get a bite," she insisted. "Besides," she patted her stomach, "I need help packing these groceries in the car, are you gonna deny a pregnant girl?"

Somehow, I found myself getting my own cart and following Morgan around as she shopped. I was all but done shopping and should have just left. Something inside me kept me there, with her. I had been obsessed with this girl for the longest time, and now, I finally had the chance to be alone with her. She was the object of all my desires, and the subject of all my fantasies. I couldn't just let this opportunity slide. I had tried so many times to get her alone, and now here, buy accident my prayers had been answered. The only thing that constantly reminded me that I was FAR too late was the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room. Or more precisely, the seven pound protrusion in her stomach that would not go away. A protrusion put there by my former friend, and now my greatest enemy. He might have won some battles, but I was determined to win the war.

As if picking up on my thoughts, she pointed with the hand the engagement ring was on. She wanted me to grab a box of Macaroni and Cheese that was high up. She seemed to realize something standing next to me in those heels. "Actually, I can grab it," she said and reached up. I bit my lip as I watched her breasts stick out. her nipples still erect through the white top. I wanted nothing more than to grab them there and then. I even got a look at the backs of her still toned long legs as she reached, her calf muscles popping in the stores light. More pre-cum dripped from my painfully erect cock.

In the next aisle, she looked for Gatorade. The kind she wanted was on the bottom shelf, so she bent down. Her skirt lifted up, and I got a glimpse of her small tight ass and the bottoms of her black panties. Her ass waved slowly, and hypnotically as she grabbed a few plastic bottles. She chatted the whole time, not realizing what she was doing. I looked around to see if anyone else got the view I was receiving. Luckily, no one was there in the aisle.

I became more comfortable as time went on, and began to try and work my charm, hoping it wasn't lost on this gorgeous, albeit very pregnant young girl. We went to the check-out counter together and I helped her place her items on the moving belt. The older cashier lady smiled at us. "You guys are adorable," she said as she began to scan the items. "I bet that baby is going to be cute as a button."

Morgan's face furrowed in confusion, then she had the look of someone who had a light go off in their head. She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Oh he's not the father," she laughed, and continued to put her groceries on the moving belt. She stopped and pulled a phone out of her Gucci purse which was lying in her cart. She flipped through the phone. "THIS is the father," she said and showed the cashier Bill's smug face. I clenched my teeth at the exchange, but embarrassingly, my cock felt even more strained in my jeans. Morgan pointed to me, "He's the father's best friend. He's helping me out today." I almost spat at her words, my face turning red, but no one seemed to notice or care. Motherfucker was NOT my friend.

The cashier looked at the phone, and continued ringing up items. "He's cute," she smiled. The rest of the exchange at the counter was a blur, and my head began to spin with anger. It was my turn, and I couldn't focus due to my growing anger. Morgan actually helped when she reached over the counter and grabbed a pack of gum. Her breasts hanging perfectly in front of me. My focus was regained to its original target, and now the anger was replaced by the aching pain in my crotch.

"Buy me this," she said, "I forgot to get it myself." I just nodded, and watched as she went over to her own cart. "I need to go the bathroom, can you watch my stuff?" She shook her head as she walked towards the bathroom. "Always going the bathroom," she muttered walking away. I kept my eyes on her like a hawk.

The cashier noticed my intentions. "I think you might be barking up the wrong tree with that one," she chided me. I paid her with a stern face, and pushed both carts to the bathroom. Morgan came out minutes later, and I followed to her car. I found myself helping her arrange her groceries in her car.

"Meet me at "Chilis"!" She told me getting into her car. "You love that place." I watched her drive away. There was no way I was going to follow her there. It was time to go home, if for no other reason, than to jerk off. I needed to so badly. My balls ached in my jeans.

I told myself the entire time to head home, but for some reason, I found myself driving past my own exit and towards the "Chilis". This was OUR place, I grunted to myself, still mad as hell, now at myself. I got out of the car, and mustered all my strength to enter the restaurant. It was still a chance to have her alone.

Opening the door, I saw her sitting in the back, waving brightly as I entered. I gulped my pride and walked slowly over. I sat across from her, and watched as she perused the menu. She had the menu just below her now massive tits. Oh god, this was too much, I thought. I couldn't stop staring. Hell, I had been all day.

A young pimply faced waitress came over, and set down utensils and waters for both of us. "Oh congratulations you guys," the girl nodded at seeing Morgan's stomach.

Morgan smiled and looked at me, rolling her eyes as if to say 'not again'. She laughed, "It's not his," she said, once again answering as quickly as possible.

The waitress stepped back, a little shocked. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought...."

Morgan waved her hand, with her engagement ring shining in the light. "It's ok, its happened all day." She set the menu down, and began to order. Again, I felt flush as she spoke those words. It made my cock respond in the worst way. Why? I adjusted myself in my seat as Morgan ordered a hamburger with extra fries, and a soup AND salad. She looked up, noticing my quizzical face, "What, I'm hungry!" She laughed, and the waitress joined in her merriment.

I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and a a beer. Morgan commented about how she'd LOVE to have a beer, but she ordered as diet sprite instead. When the waitress left, Morgan watched as she walked away. She began to laugh wholeheartedly, and shook her head, "Can you believe everyone thinks WE would have kids!" She pointed back and forth between us.

The emotions stirring in me were in direct contrast. Her words angered me, but every time she reminded me, and EVERYONE else within earshot, that it wasn't my child, my cock jumped in my jeans. For the next several minutes we chatted, and I attempted to turn up the charm, hoping to spark old flames. She kept bringing up to past, playing the old "remember the time" game.

From across the room, someone shouted, "OH MY GOD MORGAN!" It was a familiar voice that I just couldn't place, but Morgan's eyes lit up.

"Meredith!" Morgan screamed like a little girl. I watched as Morgan's blonde friend from college came waddling up. She was fatter than I'd remembered. Morgan got up herself, struggling a little with her stomach as she did. "It's been YEARS!"

Meredith stopped in her tracks. "OH....MY....GOD!" She cried out, mimicking Morgan's childlike voice from a moment ago. Meredith put her hands out framing Morgan's fat pregnant stomach. Morgan assured her it was alright to touch her stomach. "CONGRATULATIONS! How far along are you!"

"About seven and a half months." Morgan answered and began to chat with her friend.

Meredith turned to me and slapped my shoulder. "You finally knocked her up, huh?"

Morgan waved her hands quickly, responding before I could muster a word. "Oh no, no, no, no, he's not the father."

The blonde larger girl looked confused, "Then who is?"

"Weellllllll," Morgan said grabbing Meredith's hands. "You remember his friend Bill!" The words made my cock burn in my pants. There she was again, pointing out the embarrassing truth. So why was I responding in such ways?

The other girl nodded, seeming to remember. "The drunk asshole guy?"

Morgan shooshed her friend, "He's not that bad."

"He IS cute," Meredith cooed. "And he always had a thing for you." Morgan insisted Meredith sit. And so she did. Right next to me. They chatted for some time, as if I wasn't even there. The conversation went from Meredith moving around the neighborhood, but not having time to catch up with Morgan. She apologized, but Morgan made her promise they'd hang out. At one point, Meredith pointed to Morgan's ring, and the conversation steered towards the future wedding. I remembered the invite arriving in the mailbox, and my cock jumped in my pants. They seemed to not even involve me in the conversation.

To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention to them either. I was transfixed now on Morgan's tits. Her nipples were poking through her white top and causing my blood to boil in my crotch. They were so lovely and huge right then.

I caught Meredith remark how Morgan's "doors" would be blown open when she had the kid. Morgan just laughed and informed Meredith that her "doors" had been blown open by Bill long ago. I knew they were talking about her pussy. I hated hearing that Bill had done such damage to her womanhood, but my mind filled with the images I had seen the past few months. I so wanted to see her pussy fully stretched, it was embarrassing. And stretched by my friend's huge dick, no less. Was he my friend? I realized that I had thought the word "friend". I wasn't sure anymore. He was still nice to me. But he had taken everything. Why was I so enthralled by all this?

Finally, Meredith's friends arrived at the bar, and she left us to ourselves. I was on my fourth beer already, and getting buzzed due to an empty stomach. Morgan began to constantly text on her phone. Without looking up, she said, "Bill says 'hi'".

Again, I wasn't sure if he was being nice or rubbing everything in my face. He had invited me to the baby shower, and now the wedding. I didn't know what to think. But my eyes remained on Morgan's breasts. I wanted to see them in real life as much as possible, to at least be close to her. To even smell her in real life was better than watching the cameras I had planted. As I debated whether I was going to attend the wedding or not, I didn't realize my eyes never left her chest.

In a hushed tone, Morgan exposed my perverse ways. "TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE WHY DON'T YOU?" She said with clenched teeth as she looked up at me. "I mean, you've been gawking at them all day!"

My face went flush, and my heart beat fast. My staring had not gone unnoticed. I was caught, again! I fumbled for words, "I'm sorry....I....it's just that....." I was at a loss for any words.

She continued before I could come up with something to say or at least explain myself, "Listen, I know you're not getting laid," she whispered leaning over the table, her breasts pushing down onto the table as she did. She snapped her fingers, "FOCUS! EYES UP HERE!" She seethed with anger. "Bill tells me EVERYTHING, and I know you're begging him for pics of me," I was taken aback at that comment. It was a lie. Wasn't it? Really, I couldn't remember if I had ever asked for pictures of her for some reason.

She cut me off before I could respond, "I don't really fucking care, and I KNOW they're kinda out of control right now," she said looking down at her large chest. "It's not my fault, I went up a cup size, and I have no C-cup bras." She sighed, "I haven't had time to find a good bra." She adjusted her shirt. "But can you NOT stare all day. You completely fucking embarrassed me with Meredith. I was mortified." She picked up her purse and rummaged through it, pulling out a small tube of moisturizer. "Here," she slid it across the table. "Go in the bathroom and take care of yourself." She picked up her phone and ignored me. "Come back when you have some fucking manners!"

I got up, with the proverbial frog in my throat, unable to say anything at all. I glanced at the door to run out, but I realized I still had a meal, and my stomach rumbled. Worse, my cock was now dripping in my pants, causing a small speck of visible wetness on the outside. I reached over and grabbed the small tube of moisturizer and walked quickly to the bathroom. Again, everything was all a blur, and I found myself squirting some sticky moisturizer on my hand as I sat on the toilet, in a stall with my pants around my ankles. I began to moan as I slid my hand over my erect cock. It had been days since I had cum, and my balls were aching in an intense pain the likes of which I could not remember feeling. I was embarrassed as all hell, but I had to jerk off. I had to. I thought of Morgan's breasts, teasing me all day, and I imagined hands cupping them as they were fully exposed. But my imagination betrayed me when I saw the hands belonged to Bill. Within two minutes of picturing her huge milk filled tits in Bill's hands, I came with a grunt. A thin watery load shot across the stall and hit the closed door.

With sweat dripping down my face, and my heart finally coming to a normal repetition of beats, I began to clean myself up, and pull up my pants. With a calm demeanor and a strange new smile on my face that I noticed in the mirror above the sink, I exited the bathroom. I sat back down across from Morgan, who was digging into her burger. I sighed heavily, and put the tube on the table. She didn't even look up at me. "Better now!"

"I am," I said with a renewed sense of confidence.

Between bites she taunted me, "You realize you just jerked off to my tits." She shook her head with disgust, "My tits that are huge with milk for your friend's kid." Her words were like daggers to my heart, and viagra to my cock. I adjusted in my seat. Morgan looked up finally, "Really?" She asked with a dumbfounded look. "AGAIN?" She pushed the tube back across the table. "GO! GO!" She fluttered her hands. I grabbed the tube and jumped up, finding myself back in the stall jerking my fully erect five inch cock until it spurted again.

When I came back she was eating MY food, having finished all of her own. She picked fries from my plate. Morgan just let out a sigh at seeing me sit down. "What are we going to do with you?" She laughed. I actually became much more relaxed at that point. I don't know why. I drank several more beers until I was drunk.

Morgan had me pay the entire tab and I gave a HUGE tip, and I found myself helping her up from the booth. She twirled the keys in her hand as we walked out. She casually stated, "I suppose you're too drunk to drive home." She was right. She flipped through her phone, not looking up. "Bill just got home, he said you can come over for a beer."

For the second time in a day, my flaccid little cock jumped up like a puppy dog at her words. I found myself in the passenger seat heading to "their" house. Strangely, I had never been more excited in my life.

What was I getting myself into?