Full II (Patreon)

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As Richard sat in the living room, his blank eyes focused on the daytime talk show, his mind was on anything but the airy prattling occurring on the television set.

He had his regular anxieties regarding his condition. He had no clue when he had conceived, or how far along he was. John was always mum about the details. Richard did know that he was presently massive, and looked as though he was ready to drop, or at least go into labor. Then again, would he go into labor? How would he give birth? Would it be at home, or at the hospital? Surgically? Well, surely it would have to be.

Richard stared at his rounded abdomen as it gently rose and fell, like it was an independent, sleeping, entity, presently perched there on his lap. The size of an overinflated beach ball, it was gradually taking over his torso, growing farther out, wider, higher, lower, and just more massive, altogether.

Cutting off his thoughts there, before they descended into a cacophony of panic, Richard looked away from the television screen. He supposed it was as good a time as any to lie down and rest.

Gripping onto the arm of the couch, Richard rocked himself as usual, allowing his great weight to swing. On his fourth rock forward, he thrust his efforts to his knees, and pushed himself upwards—

His backside hardly lifted from the couch.

With a wheeze, Richard sunk back down, perhaps even deeper into the cushions than he had been before. He clutched at his belly as he gasped for breath from the great exertion it had taken him simply from attempting to rise.

This wasn’t good. He had noticed, lately, an increasing difficulty with getting up, but this was the first time he had actually failed. It was unnerving. If he couldn’t get up on his own anymore, then he really was helpless.

Richard supposed that he would make another attempt, but the thought alone made him feel as though he would pass out. He squirmed somewhat, trying not to panic. Perhaps if he pushed himself over the edge of the cushions, he could brace himself on the carpet and have a little more leverage—

Now sweating, Richard began to do just that, sidling forward as his weight pressed harder on his thighs. And just before Richard could ease himself completely over the edge, his massive belly teetered precariously, where it overflowed his lap. His weight threatened to spill forward, and Richard feared he would topple with it.

In a desperate attempt to avoid falling, he managed to navigate himself onto his knees, on the carpet, as he panted and clutched his round belly. It wobbled slightly from the restless movement within.

Though he still had a grip on the couch with one hand, he knew there was no way he would be able to get up from this position. He tentatively tried to shift onto all fours, to crawl, but his belly just pressed against the carpet, surpassing his knees by several inches by then.

“Nnngghhh…” With some strain, Richard managed to plop down on his ass, spreading his legs almost painfully wide in his effort to avoid the uncomfortable collision between his thighs and the underside of his belly. His legs ended up partially squashed beneath the mound regardless.

He leaned back on the bottom part of the couch, as he groaned, sweat rolling down his pulsing mound. John’s at the store, Richard recalled, trying to navigate his thoughts away from his throbbing erection and heated body.

His belly quivered gently.

He rubbed circles on it and closed his eyes.

He would just have to wait for John.