Competitive (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Digineko101. It got way too long, haha.

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Ever since he and his two best friends had stolen that ancient scroll during spring break in South America, things had gotten…weird.

Tim noticed it as soon as he got home. He had stabs of pain in his stomach, and uncomfortable indigestion.

In the days that followed, he noticed that, though his eating habits had not changed, he seemed to be rapidly putting on weight.

His ass was getting fuller and rounder, stretching out the backs of all his pants. His pecs were getting softer, arbitrarily plumpening up with fat instead of muscle. Soon he looked like he had breasts.

The weight gain continued, even on days when Tim barely ate a thing. Soon his belly began a steady inflation, defying his pants buttons, stretching against his shirts, and progressively rising with inches of growth every day. It was ceaseless and alarming. His whole body was changing. Soon enough, Tim looked as though he was pregnant, to his unease.

He took to avoiding his parents, who threw him skeptic looks on the rare occasions he left his bedroom. They thought he was playing at something, or wearing something under his clothes. He was nineteen, and his parents had no misconceptions about his stupidity, but this was real. And it was frightening.

One night Tim awoke to a panicked phone call from his friend, James. It was three in the morning, but with no hesitation, Tim snuck out of his house and hurried over to James’s place.

Edward was at James’s place when Tim arrived. The three best friends stood around together in James’s basement apartment for the first time since spring break, and each abruptly realized that they had all left South America with the same affliction.

James tore his gaze away from the other two and began to pace anxiously. He was flushed and sweaty as he waddled about. His belly was just as big as Tim’s and Edwards’s—no, bigger. He looked as though he was about to pop. His ass was fat and round, and partially bulging over the back of his waistband. It bobbed as he waddled, his fat tits stretching out his overtaxed T-shirt. A damp spot forming over his nipples and—wait—were they leaking?

“Oh god, I think it’s coming!” James choked out. He quickly covered his mouth to contain a pained groan, not wanting to wake his parents upstairs.

“What’s coming?” said Tim in abject confusion.

James sunk to his knees on the carpet, still whimpering. He franticly rubbed his huge belly while releasing pained grunts and obscenities. He then when to all fours, crying, whimpering. His round ass seemed to swell even more. His pants started to tent out. Tim and Edward stood by and stared in shock as Tim gave birth. To twins.

Tim and Edward left a few hours later, the image of James laying back and wearily nursing a pair of newborn twins now imprinted in Tim’s reeling mind.

Tim followed Edward back to his apartment, because he was dumbstruck, and didn’t want to be alone right then. The two exchanged astonished looks.

“That was kind of insane.” Edward broke the silence.

“Yeah…” Tim absently rubbed the side of his belly. “So we’re…pregnant.”

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Just kinda hard to believe.”

“I always wanted kids.”

Tim blinked at Edward’s remark. “Yeah…” He had to agree. He glanced at Edward’s belly, which was slightly bigger than his own. Tim wondered if Edward was getting close, or maybe he was carrying multiples as James had been.

Edward absently caressed his stomach, an odd, smug look crossing his face. He noticed Tim’s stare and chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I’m getting huge.”

Tim went home later that morning and examined his own belly in his mirror. He looked as though he was almost nine months pregnant, and his breasts were, he would estimate, B-cups. He wasn’t as big as Edward, but he still had time, he was sure. He absently rubbed his stomach. Now that he knew of his condition, he could work on feeding the baby adequately.

Over the weekend, Tim veritably gorged himself. He ate unhealthily and continuously, often to the point of discomfort. He was getting huge. He looked like he might pop, but somehow he could tell that it wasn’t his time yet. He was nervous, but excited, and oddly keen to show off.

On Monday, he spoke to Edward by phone, and the two agreed to visit James to see how he was doing.

With a large, grease-drenched bag of burgers clasped in his left hand, and his right hand continuously stuffing said burgers into his mouth, Tim waddled his way to James’s house.

James gawked at Tim and Edward upon their arrivals. “You two are really blowing up.”

Tim felt a little smug at this. He was certainly bigger than James had been at giving birth. Tim estimated that he looked overdue with triplets.

Tim glanced at Edward, who was proudly touting a massive belly of his own. He was huge, but not quite as huge as Tim. He was flushed and huffing as he discreetly rubbed his hip.

“How are you doing?” Tim asked Edward as he tried not to smirk.

“Can’t complain,” Edward responded as he shifted awkwardly. “My tits have been leaking.” He gestured to his swollen Ds with a hint of pride.

Tim almost rolled his eyes. “I’m jealous,” he feigned. “That must be such a relief. With mine, the pressure just grows and grows.” He arched his back to emphasize the fat EE-cups practically popping out of his tank top.

Edward’s face fell.

“You look like you’re gonna drop soon,” James said knowledgeably as he eyed Edward’s low belly.

“No,” Edward disagreed. “Still plenty room to grow.” He had a nervous look about him.

Tim simply raised a brow as he continued to stuff burgers into his mouth.

“What about you?” Edward demanded to Tim. Edward released a slight grunt and held the underside of his belly. Tim could have been imagining it, but he thought he could see Edward’s belly slowly shifting lower on his hips, his plump breasts sinking slightly as their shelf eased down.

“Not even close.” Tim contrived a plaintive sigh. “It’s ridiculous because I’m so fucking huge.” He stuck his gut out. “But I just grow and grow.” Tim wrapped his arms around his belly if only to demonstrate that his fingers could not touch at the midpoint.

James was giving them both odd looks by then. At some point, he had gotten one of his infants, which was now cradled in his arms.

“Well how are you doing, James?” Edward asked him, belatedly.

James suddenly looked very tired. “Overwhelmed,” he said with a rueful smile. “My parents were shocked. Nearly gave them both heart attacks.”

As Tim looked at James, he could see that James’s waist seemed to be thickening again. He wondered if James noticed it, but Tim opted against mentioning anything.

“I’m happy for you,” said Tim.

James smiled. “I’m happy too.” The infant began to fret, and James cooed at it, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Tim spent the next few hours hanging out with his two best friends. He ordered a bunch of food for delivery, and ended up eating the vast majority of it. He could feel himself growing by the moment, and constantly had to shift himself on the couch as his belly grew heavier in his lap and bulged out at his flanks. He was getting truly massive.

James was too busy with the twins to eat much, and to Tim’s curiosity, Edward merely picked at the food from time to time. Often Edward would grimace and rub his belly.

By evening, Tim and Edward said their goodbyes. Tim struggled to his feet, and fought the compulsion to plop right back down. He waddled forward, feeling his huge ass bob behind him. They stretched his basketball shorts to their seams, and Tim just hoped they wouldn’t tear apart before he managed to totter home.

His nipples burned. “Ohh…” he hissed, and groaned as some of the pressure in his breasts was alleviated as milk began to seep into his shirt. That wasn’t a good sign. It meant he was getting close.

“Maybe you should sit down,” said James behind him where he was rocking a twin.

Tim opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.

“No, I’m fine,” Edward said, rather forced.

Tim turned his swollen body around to see Edward waddling for the door, his face contorted in pain as he clutched his low belly. He grunted, and held onto the wall, panting. “Nrrgggghh…” His ass quivered, and started to outgrow his sweatpants. Edward squeezed his eyes shut, a mulish look on his face. “I think…it’s time,” he admitted, and whimpered.

Tim smiled to himself. He’d won.