Competitive VII (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for That-Other-Guy.

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As the bloated trio waddled towards the food court, they suffered hunger pains and ripples of movement that were visible even beneath the fabric of their shirts. It was as though their babies were demanding food. Their waddles became hurried ones, and the three were relieved by the buffet-style set up of the food court. They could simply load their trays, eat up, and pay a flat rate once the meal was over.

“I think my baby’s having a growth spurt,” Edward admitted, a little flustered. He rubbed his belly as he gazed remorsefully at the delicious foods on display around them.

“Are you sure it’s the best time to be eating?” said James as they approached the first restaurant counter.

“Probably not,” said Edward, though he grabbed a tray regardless. “Go ahead, Tim. You probably need the calories after pushing out that giant baby of yours.”

Tim gave Edward a nasty look, but tiredly grabbed a tray. He immediately began to load it with pizza, sandwiches, and pieces of fried chicken, and James and Edward joined in, all three of their bellies gurgling audibly.

As the bloated trio continued to pile their trays with alarmingly high piles of food, people gawked from their periphery. Some even pointed and murmured, but the boys noticed that they got sympathetic looks from pregnant women instead of those of shock or horror.

Once they were finished picking their food, the three waddled over to the nearest available table, and immediately began to dig in, gorging themselves relentlessly. James’ rapt attention to his food was interspersed only by the equally hungry looks he sent to Tim, which caused Edward to smirk in amusement.

I wonder how James is going to feel about getting even more pregnant, Edward wondered as he chomped into a triple-cheeseburger.

The three pregnant friends continued to methodically stuff their faces full of food, their cheeks bulging with heaps of pasta, chunks of meat, goey cake slices, and everything in between. They guzzled soda, juices, and teas to wash it all down, and even went back to refill their trays.

Edward moved slightly more slowly than the others, rubbing his belly, and grimacing every so often, his shirt looking tighter than ever on him.

God, he really is growing, Tim thought, as he watched Edward's belly gently push out. Tim directed his gaze to his own gut. I think we all are.

It was true. Their bellies were all stretching out their shirts and shoving their sweatpants low on their forms, Edwards belly the largest, and becoming so swollen, he had to ease himself back down.

He was flushed and panting, running both hands up and down his huge expanse. His belly was beginning to push out beneath his shirt. He looked as though he was overdue with twins by then. “F-fuck,” he groaned, and shuddered. If I was worried about giving birth before, I’m getting enormous now, he thought in unease. But my intuition still tells me I won’t give birth…for now.

“Nrgghh…” Tim arched, panting through a surge of growth of his own. He looked down at himself tiredly, his belly continuing to pulse with heat, movement, and tension. Just glad my belly is hiding how my body is reacting to this.

Carefully lowering his new tray, Tim eased himself down beside Edward. He watched his own flesh ripple with movement beneath his stretched shirt and sighed to himself. He looked up as Edward laid his hand on his stomach, where he could undoubtedly feel his child moving.

Tim hesitated and lifted his shirt a little bit, both of them blushing as Tim moved Edward’s hand down, to where the baby was kicking. It stroked against the tight, warm skin there, and for once, they didn’t care about their spectators.

Edward threw a tentative smile at James, who looked a mixture of happy and jealous. He waddled over, joining them at the table, where they ate the rest of their food, rather more slowly than before, and the surges of growth gradually settled down.

When all three boys had gotten their fill, and were no longer pitching tents in their sweats, they heaved themselves up, and waddled their way back to their gate to wait for boarding to begin.

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