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Summary: Derek Carter, CorpaCorp's Chief Executive Vice President, gets knocked up…by the janitor. And subsequently blackmailed by said janitor into carrying the baby (babies?) to term. And further blackmailed into doing various other disturbing things that exacerbate his expanding condition. All while fruitlessly battling an unwanted addiction to the aforementioned janitor's...impressive portfolio. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, stuffing, weight gain, butt expansion, pregnancy.

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John didn’t appear as shocked as he did concerned. His eyes darted down to Derek’s torso for the tenth time.

Derek wondered if that meant the briefcase he was clutching against his waist wasn’t hiding anything. His concealment measures were getting increasingly futile and awkward, but he determinedly held John’s gaze. “So?”

John lowered his cup of coffee. “Some of the findings were rather…unexpected. You won’t like it.”

Derek nodded impatiently, trying not to get caught up in his humiliation as usual. He took a sip of his tea though didn’t really taste anything.

John hesitated, which seemed so uncharacteristic of him. But then he handed over a large brown envelope.

Derek took it with shaking hands. He began to tear the seal. He wanted to know the janitor’s secrets. Why was the maintenance worker doing this to him? And why was he so goodat it? From the envelope, Derek withdrew several large photographs.

His skin paled at what he saw. His breath caught in his throat.

They were photos of Derek — nude and visibly pregnant. Derek pushed up against the wall of his office, or sprawled back against his desk. Derek’s face contorted in the midst of orgasm. In every photo, the janitor was present, cupping and gripping, biting and thrusting. There were photos of the janitor fucking him on a multitude of occasions. For the first time, Derek noticed how attentive the janitor was to his belly, rubbing and licking it, pressing his face against the pronounced swell. Clearly, the belly was the star of the show.

Face going scarlet, Derek shoved the photos back into the envelope and stared at the table, unable to meet John’s eyes. “Um…” was all that Derek managed to say. In his hiring of John to investigate the janitor, Derek had failed to consider the fact that he himself would come up.

“There wasn’t much, in terms of the home life,” John said, his voice painstakingly neutral. “No family. No friends. Small one-bedroom apartment. Goes to work and comes home. Gym three times a week and likes to watch westerns on the weekends. There’s really nothing there.”

Derek gave a weak nod, still staring at the tabletop in utter mortification.

“There was the matter with a former employer. The previous CEO of Micronacore. Retired unexpectedly. His departure was so abrupt, it was considered a breach of contract and he lost a multimillion dollar pension. After that, he completely disappeared from the corporate world. Your janitor guy left Micronacore shortly after. Could just be a coincidence. Here’s the name and address of that CEO.” John slid of small piece of paper towards Derek. “That’s all I’ve got. Sorry I couldn’t look further into this myself but I’m buried at the office right now.”

“Thanks,” Derek managed.

“Of course,” said John as he stood. Derek could feel the other looking down at him. “Derek. Be careful.”

As John left Derek sunk farther into his seat.

-

The janitor was paying extra attention to Derek’s nipples lately.

But maybe the attention was warranted. Derek’s nipples had gotten larger, darker, and more sensitive in recent weeks. They bulged out visibly under his shirts, further pronounced by the growing softness of his chest. Derek was conscious of them nearly every moment, as they were now filled with sensation that was roused by any movement against them, even the feel of his shirt rubbing there. So when the janitor licked one, Derek inhaled and arched. As the janitor sucked, Derek could not contain his groan that followed.

Derek had gone online again, pulling up images of the other few dozen pregnant men before him — the ones whose pictures could be found online, at least. None had seemed as large as he was, though maybe they just hadn’t allowed themselves to be photographed in the later stage of pregnancy. It seemed logical. Derek couldn’t imagine having to suffer his condition being recorded or uploaded to the internet. In the pictures, the men’s stomachs could mostly pass as beer bellies. And their chests remained flat. Perhaps one or two of them had developed some weight there, flesh pointing out in little peaks, but it wasn’t much.

Truth be told, Derek would not have believed any of them to be pregnant had he not already known it. Likely, they had been able to hide their conditions. With a loose enough shirt, their pregnancies were inconspicuous, and life would have proceeded like normal.

It made Derek’s own development all the more frustrating. He cursed quietly as the janitor rubbed Derek’s chest with the palms of his hands, causing a hot, tingling sensation there. Derek squirmed helplessly, his lungs heaving. Sometimes he tried to hide his pleasure until the last possible moment, but that wasn’t nearly working today. What he had thought was foreplay was now pushing him all the way to the brink.

The janitor continued his work, lips twisting into a grimace of a smile. “I’m trying to get your milk coming in. Puff these babies up.”

The remark confused Derek, pulling him out of it a bit. He was too breathless to question it, then was quickly submerged again as the janitor sucked and nibbled his right nipple.

“Oh yeah, coming along nicely.”

“What? Eugh…” Derek managed to push the janitor off him. Could that really happen? “What the fuck?”

The janitor smirked. “Too late, boss. You’re already engorged. I have to give myself a pat on the back. I think we have some D-cups in the making. They’ll keep developing even if you stop letting me touch them – but you will. Fuck, you will. And they’ll just get bigger every time I suck ‘em dry.”

“Fuck off,” Derek said, feeling rattled by the abrupt change from being on the cusp of orgasm to being threatened with something so weird and gross. He knew the janitor was just messing with him, but fuck, what shit timing. Derek reached down to finish himself off, but it wasn’t nearly as good. He averted his eyes from the janitor and found himself glaring down at his belly, and things only got more disastrous as his dick softened in his hand.

The janitor just stood back and watched, arms crossed and face contorted in amusement. The guy was a true sadist.

Derek sprawled back on the desk, his fingers tentatively sliding up his nipples, which were even more swollen now from the recent, delectable abuse. He rubbed the nubs for the simple pleasure of exploration, with no intention of achieving completion. His eyelids steadily drooped down as he allowed everything else to fade away.

-

Derek’s parents showed up a couple of days later. Derek had found them on his doorstep late one Friday evening when he came home from work. They had descended on his car before he could back out of the driveway to escape. Then, as usual, came the stares.

“Can we go inside?” Derek managed after he had heaved himself out of his vehicle, arms folded awkwardly over his jutting swell as he glanced around, self-conscious about his neighbors seeing him.

“We thought your brother joking,” his mother said, shaking her head as she motioned to his physique. “What — what on earth did you do to yourself!?” Her voice broke towards the end. “Derek… Derek…” Then she just repeated his name, like a deranged mantra, as her voice got wetter and soppier with her shock and denial.

Derek’s father was silent, face flushed in anger and muscles jumping at the end of his jaw. Derek knew the man’s silence was better than the alternative.

“I –” Derek choked. “I’m sorry.” His hand fumbled to grab his keys out of his pocket but they slipped and dropped to the ground. Derek looked down but couldn’t find them. He knew his belly was blocking his sight of them. He thought of first maneuvering his mass out of the way, then struggling to squat down enough to grab up his keys, but both of these actions would only worsen things with his parents; their spectating. It was humiliating, but also shameful.

Derek gasped as something suddenly collided with him, gently, and he was caught in a side-embrace. The arms that held him didn’t attempt to contain his belly. His huge, swollen belly, that made him look ready to give birth at that very moment. Derek looked down at his sister, Amy.

“I’m happy for you,” she said, her voice a bit strange.

It was exactly what Derek needed at that moment. It broke the tension, if just marginally. He gave a shaky laugh, wrapping one of his arms across her back.

“I can’t wait to be an aunt,” said Amy.

Derek didn’t know how to tell her that he had no intention of keeping the children. But maybe now wasn’t the time. He just held her tighter, appreciating the comfort.

His family spent the night at his house, and somehow managed to badger him into attending church the following morning. It took several not-so-subtle remarks regarding sin, promiscuity, and homosexuality, from his mother, in addition to several glares and grimaces from his father that cumulated with the man storming out of the kitchen during an uncomfortable breakfast.

Derek felt exhausted and hungry, unwilling to stuff his face the way he usually did, not with people there to see him. Feeling beaten-down by emotion and fatigue, he supposed attending church was the least he could do after disappointing them so severely.

He was bulging through his shirt buttons once he got dressed, the blazer not coming close to containing him, instead hanging open.

He sat in the back of his parents car, feeling uncomfortably squashed there but unwilling to ask his mother to adjust the passenger seat to make more room for his enormous midsection.

When they pulled into the church parking lot, Derek was already sweating, skin flushed as he breathed heavily. He tried not to touch his belly, but found himself consistently rubbing the side of it, as it lurched with discrete movements. It was getting increasingly common. And his fingers seemed drawn to it, much as he chastised himself for doing something so stupid. It made him look like he was showing it off.

As they crossed the threshold into the church, Derek half expected to burst into flames. Each person they encountered offered the expected gasp, or gawk, or even a whispered curse on one occasion. His parents would awkwardly try to explain the situation, then there would be dubious looks, followed by a barrage of questions. Later would come the passive-aggressive insults that piled on him, one after the next. Even during the sermon, the minister referenced the sin of sodomy, and that “God implements his judgments in very unique ways!” Derek sat there, sweating and nodding, trying to play the part of the perfect son, even though he was the contrary; even though he was hugely pregnant, looking ready to burst out of his button down, belly the size of a melon as it sat perched in his lap, heaving with his heavy breathing. He looked due, more than due, probably overdue with child by then. Yet he had barely broached the third trimester. He had failed himself and his family in more ways than he had thought possible, and was at a true low in his life, suffering the disgrace and indignity that he well deserved for doing this.

And yet, even at that moment, he wanted the janitor to fill him more. He wanted the janitor inside of him, fucking him, even while he was in the middle of church. Because it was a constant preoccupation these days, and just a moment of that pure, hot, unadulterated pleasure, made this whole thing seem almost worth it, at least in that moment of sitting in the uncomfortable, creaky pews pretending not to look emotionally gutted. Derek breathed heavily as sweat trickled down his neck, into the dampening fabric that covered his chest. He hardly noticed the flash of a photo being taken. He was barely there.

-

Derek downed the milkshake in only moments. He released of loud belch as he lowered the glass then absently rubbed to the side of his belly. The shakes the janitor provided seemed to only be getting more delicious. Derek had even started to crave them on the weekends, when they weren’t readily accessible. He’d tried making some of his own, though they never turned out the same. Something about the janitor’s shakes was just so tasty, so delightfully refreshing and invigorating. Derek had to figure out what the man put in them.

The janitor leered at him across the room. He seemed to particularly like as Derek rubbed his belly or when Derek gave it attention. Derek typically tried to ignore the mound, usually looking on it with borderline contempt.

Now he was rubbing it, with both hands. He couldn’t help it. The babies were squirmy, and rubbing helped. He knew he came off as caring, coddling, or content with the action, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Maybe the janitor liked to pretend that it was.

Derek’s tits were getting puffier. They were rounder, and felt sort of uncomfortable sometimes. He was hornier than he had ever been before, and that day, had dragged the janitor back to his house for the very first time, because Derek had been rudely neglected at the office and couldn’t bear the thought of going the whole night without a good fucking.

“Keep those hands moving,” the janitor said.

Derek’s hands did slow laps over his belly, his undershirt pulled up over the swell. “Only if you help me,” he seethed back.

“Ask nicely.”

Derek’s back was throbbing, his dick weeping. “Fuck you.”

“Tell me that you like it.”

“What?”

“Say you like being huge and packed with my kids. You want me to fuck more of them into you. You want to be bigger. So massive, you can barely move.”

“God,” Derek breathed, panting slightly. “You sick fuck.”

But the janitor wasn’t moving. He just watched Derek pet himself, seeming content to do that all night.

“I…I like it,” Derek conceded breathlessly, hating how needy he was; fucking desperate, really. “P-please, just —fuck me with more babies. I want to be full to bursting. I want everyone to know and see what you did to me—I want to be a fucking whale. Make me huge; just fuck me, because it feels fucking amazing.”

He supposed the last part was true, at least, sexually speaking. His libido was out of control, and his orgasms had taken vicious new heights since he had gotten pregnant. Everything else, of course, was a shit show. But he was willing to pretend otherwise if it meant the janitor would fuck him sooner.

After a moment, the janitor peeled himself off the wall. He crawled over to Derek on the bed, leaning down to take a nipple between his lips, and then proceeded to do what he did best: fuck Derek thoroughly.