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“Like I told you before, I’m not pressing charges,” Fred grumbled into the phone. He felt like he had the same conversation with the assistant state’s attorney on a weekly basis. Fred leaned on the wall in exasperation. “Yes, I know, it was…it was wrong. But he gave me three great gifts, and I would never change that for the—” Fred paused as he heard a key turn in the lock. “I have to go.”

Fred hung up the phone and turned towards the door. He absently held his round belly. He was only three months along but looked like he was eight. He didn’t know how many he was carrying this time. He didn’t really want to know.

Derek walked in and lowered his briefcase by the door. At the sight of Fred, he smiled slightly, and closed in on the younger man, rubbing his hands over his apron-clad belly as he planted a kiss against Fred’s lips. Fred kissed him back, releasing a slight grunt as Derek’s hands slid up to fondle his round, B-cup breasts. But then Fred pulled away and forced a smile. “It’s dinner time.”

“Where are the triplets?” said Derek, continuing to kiss Fred’s shoulder as he was gently tugged into the dining room.

“I put them to bed.”

“I always miss them.”

“They’re only babies. They can’t stay up late,” Fred responded as they entered the dining room.

Derek smirked at the sight of the feast covering the dining room table.

As Fred stared at it, his stomach grumbled. He sighed. “I’m counting the days till July.”

“Why?” said Derek.

Fred looked at him in surprise. “It’s my due date.”

“I thought you were due in October,” said Derek.

Fred shook his head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. That would be a whole year. You got me pregnant last October, remember? We were trying—just before Halloween,” he said nervously. “I’m three months along now. Which makes my due date the last week of July—that’s the nine month mark.”

But Derek brushed this logic aside. “Trust me Fred. You’ll be having these babies in October,” he said in a strange and definitive way.

Fred swallowed as he was hit with memories of his last pregnancy. He tried to shake these thoughts aside—how disturbingly overdue he had become. How he’d felt like he might actually explode. Absently, Fred rubbed his hands up and down over his mound. He was so big already.

Derek kissed him again, which marked the end of the conversation. He leaned down and kissed Fred’s round belly. “Let’s sit down.”

Fred nodded, and allowed himself to be guided to the table. He sat at the head, and Derek pulled up a chair right beside him, as usual. And as he did every night, Derek lifted a fork and began to feed him. Everything. The entire feast. Fred poured sweat as he forced the meal down.

He had tried different approaches to tolerating it. In prior weeks, he had fasted during the day in preparation for dinner, but this had just made his stomach inflexible and caused terrible pain when evening came and he stuffed down his feast. He found his best approach was just to eat large meals during the day. In the evenings, he was truly gorged. And as the days passed, his belly grew and grew.

After an hour, Fred sat there, flushed and sweating. He leaned back with his eyes closed, his shoulders trembling slightly. His hands carefully rubbed up and down, massaging his plumpened mound. He felt Derek kiss it again.

“You trust me don’t you?” said Derek.

Fred panted. “Of course I do,” he breathed.

“Then one more bite.”

“On more bite” usually meant several more bites. Fred opened his eyes and compliantly parted his lips. As he swallowed the latest chunk of cheese cake, his eyes widened as a sensation of tightness shot through him. “Ohhhhhh…Derek….” Fred groaned, clutching Derek’s arm despite himself. His free arm clutched his belly as it tightened, throbbed…pushed out gently. Fred gasped for breath and marveled at himself in morbid fascination. He looked due now, maybe overdue. And he was only three months along. He didn’t know how he was going to get through this pregnancy. He didn’t know if it was possible at this point.

Fred’s belly gurgled. He released a belch and groaned quietly. He felt stuffed to sickness, but pushed through. Another bite. Just follow the routine. When it was over, he allowed himself to rest his head against Derek’s chest in weariness.

“You’re going to be huge,” Derek finally voiced the thought on both their minds.

“Yeah,” said Fred uncertainly. He could tell that Derek was excited.

Pulling Fred off his chest, Derek went back to kissing Fred’s belly as Fred slumped back in his chair in an exhausted heap. Derek lifted up Fred’s apron and slid up Fred’s shirt. He then took to kissing his bare skin, sucking Fred’s bulging belly button. Fred was resentful that he felt himself getting erect as well, his dick pressing against the underside of his belly. Finally Derek leaned up to his face, and the two continued to kiss.

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Later that evening, Derek went into the shower and Fred got into his pajamas. The pants were pushed down in the front by his large belly. He had to keep tugging down his tank top, which, in turn kept sliding up over his abdomen. The maternity apparel was designed for women in their ninth month of pregnancy and Fred was not impressed. He absently glided his fingers over one of his bulging nipples, then winced, and lowered his hand. His other hand released the hem of his shirt, and he glared as his belly protruded from it yet again.

Fred sighed. Late as it was, it was time to clean up. Fred waddled into the kitchen and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves he used for washing dishes. He turned to the dining room table and felt exhausted just looking at the mess. He made his way over and lifted a pan, when he heard a knock on the door. Pausing, Fred lowered the pan, peeled off the gloves, made his way to the door, and opened it slightly.

He paled at who he saw. “Mom…dad…”

The door opened more, Fred’s condition on full display.

Fred’s mother covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filling with tears. “What has he done to you?”

His cheeks reddening, Fred walked outside onto the porch. He closed the door firmly behind him. A glance around the property told him that none of the neighbors were around. It was pretty dark out, after all. “Well, you ruined the surprise,” he said sarcastically.

“Fred…” said his father, but the man seemed otherwise speechless.

“Mom, dad, I’m—happy about this pregnancy.”

But Fred’s statement was ignored.

“What have you gotten yourself into, Fred?” cried his mother. She was trembling with sobs. “Fred, p-please come home.”

Fred pressed his lips and held his sore lower back for a while. He stared off, and forced out, “This is what I want to do. I want to be with Derek.” But his words were stilted. He absently rubbed circles on his belly. “I think I always wanted a…big…family,” he added weakly, looking down. “Really…big.”

His parents looked doubtful. Who could blame them? Fred had shadows under eyes. He looked breathless, exhausted, and uncomfortable. Like he wanted to collapse. Fred went back to rubbing his lower back.

“Fred, this isn’t you at all,” said his dad.

Fred strained to smile and shook his head. “Of course this is what I want,” he said, growing angry. “Do you think I’d ever have a chance at custody on my own? A high school drop-out with no income? Derek has resources. I’ll never win against him. I’ll never get the triplets and—” Fred paused as his belly gurgled and tightened. He hugged it, panting as his father grabbed his shoulder to steady him. Fred just breathed. He had gotten too worked up. “It’s okay…it’s okay…” he mumbled, hunched forward and hugging the mound. He wondered how many were in there. He was huge, truly huge. And only three months along. Just the thought of it unnerved him.

“Fred,” said his mother tearfully as she stared at his belly. She seemed to mirror his thoughts. “P-please, Fred.”

“I’m happy,” Fred managed, as he straightened, his body sore and back straining. He had to sit down. “This is what I need to do. It’s the only way to keep us together. Please don’t come back again.” With that, Fred walked back into the house and slammed the door shut behind him. He leaned heavily on the counter, deeply breathing.

“What was that?” Derek strolled in, a towel about his waist and one drying his black hair.

“N-nothing,” Fred managed. “Just a neighbor. She was asking about a missing package.”

“Oh,” said Derek as he continued to approach. Only briefly did he sneer down at the dirty table. He then walked up behind Fred, kissing his shoulder, then leaned forward and kissed his chest. He stroked Fred’s belly and sucked his nipple, and Fred was doing all he could just not to collapse. Derek was sliding down Fred’s pajama pants. He wanted to enter him. He had another gift for him, no doubt.

“Derek…” Fred groaned, his face red, chest heaving. “I…can’t. I’m just…so…full…”

“Not nearly,” said Derek.

The End