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Regret, Part 10
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Summary: A young man in college with a male pregnancy fetish pumps himself full of fertility medicine. He then purposefully gets pregnant by his boyfriend. As his belly grows, so does his discomfort, regret, and horror in realization that pregnancy is not all that he thought it would be. Conversely, his boyfriend's interest and fascination in male pregnancy grow, and he begins to first secretly, then blatantly attempt to do whatever he can do to make the lad's pregnant belly as big as possible. Idea submitted by NLH.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
“Are you guys coming out tomorrow for Dave’s birthday?”
“I don’t know. I got really fucked up last night.”
“I can’t believe you went to that frat party.”
“Yeah, that shit looked sketchy.”
Elliott watched his coworkers chatter amongst themselves. Twenty-somethings just being young and having fun. Elliott frowned down at himself. Where the hell had things gone wrong?
Despite his reservations, he waddled over. “Hey.” Elliott nodded to Jeremy. “Pete wants you to put in another order for cup sleeves.”
The group instantly went silent, all of them staring at Elliott.
It was painfully awkward. Elliott felt his cheeks reddening. Someone coughed.
“I’ll get right on it,” said Jeremy, finally putting Elliott out of his misery. Though he had been talking and laughing not a moment earlier, Jeremy’s expression was now carefully neutral.
“Thanks,” Elliott managed. Ducking his head, he shuffled off again.
His coworkers at Clink had been understandably weirded out ever since Elliott’s abdomen had blown up to the size of a goddamn SUV. Elliott no longer fit in with them. He was a monstrously pregnant mother-to-be. He was growing tits and looked ready to pop out of basketball team. Though they were all in the same age group and went to the same university, Elliott no longer had any hopes of relating to his coworkers. Which was why, lately, he just preferred doing closing shifts, where he could be by himself (and indulge in free snacks as a bonus).
Working during the day meant more interaction with people, and by extension, enduring the discomfort of being stared at like the freak he was.
Elliott was just glad when the clock struck 4 PM, which meant that his shift was over. As he punched out, he wondered for the umpteenth time why he had agreed to work a daytime weekend.
“Have a good night,” he called out perfunctorily.
His coworkers who didn’t ignore him either gave forced smiles or waved with the formality of a queen greeting her subjects.
Biting his bottom lip, Elliott waddled out the door. He was grateful to see Andrew’s car waiting for him at the curb. Clutching the underside of his belly, Elliott opened the passenger door and eased himself down into the seat.
“How was your shift?” said Andrew, not even meeting his eyes.
Instead, Andrew’s gaze was locked on Elliott’s belly. Elliott could see the way that his husband was staring at his apron, as though he still couldn’t believe that the globe tucked beneath it was all just Elliott.
“Long,” Elliott huffed, still a little breathless from his walk over.
Andrew turned his attention to the windshield and started the car, a lazy smile crossing his lips. “Well you do have options.”
Elliott gritted his teeth. He had been going back and forth on whether he should take Jeffrey up on his offer of more modeling work. Andrew was all for it. “It’s just not me,” Elliott muttered.
It was ironic that such a proposition — being a pregnant model — had been among Elliott’s deepest fantasies in the past. He had absolutely idolized the (ostensibly) pregnant models in his favorite online catalogues and magazines.
“I think you’re a natural,” Andrew countered as he merged onto the main road.
Jeffrey had kept his word on the royalties. Every few days, Elliott was now receiving a check in the mail. It would be a $50 here. A $30 there. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely cool to be making passive income.
Still, the royalty checks didn’t compare to the flat payment Elliott had received for the shoot. Between gas, bills, and giving some cash to Andrew’s parents for rent and groceries, the $3000 had nearly dried up.
“Want to stop at Manny’s?” said Andrew.
Manny’s was a fast food restaurant that Elliott had really taken a liking of in recent weeks. He blamed the babies. They seemed to have a boundless capacity for unhealthy food.
“Can we even afford that?” said Elliott as his belly churned in desire.
“I spare no expense when it comes to you and our babies.” Andrew winked.
Elliott rolled his eyes. “Could you get any cheesier?” He fought back a smile.
Andrew just grinned as he turned into the Manny’s drive-thru.
-
God, Elliott turned him on.
Andrew helped his husband out of the car.
Elliott was leaning heavily on him, his face flushed and sweaty, his eyes half-lidded, and his teeth grit in strain.
The man was a damn machine. There were no limits to his consumption. He gobbled down every piece food that was brought within reach. There was a sort of frenzy to it as well. He ate hastily and desperately, while being economic with his energy. Andrew had watched him gobble down burgers in only a few bites each. It had taken Elliott mere minutes to force down a whole bag of greasy sandwiches.
And now for the best part.
As Andrew helped Elliott along the walkway to the house, he had the good fortune of seeing no car in the driveway. His parents were out, which meant there would be no foul welcome complete with judgmental comments once they walked inside.
One of Andrew’s arms was wrapped around Elliott’s back, while Andrew’s outside arm had reached over so that he could plant his hand firmly against Elliott’s belly.
Elliott’s abdomen was very warm, and felt as though it was pulsing, even beneath his clothes. Elliott was in a daze. He didn’t seem fully conscious of his surroundings.
“Can’t…believe…I did that,” the blonde groaned as Andrew unlocked the front door one-handedly.
“Did what?” said Andrew, a bit breathless, himself, by then. Even supporting just a portion of his husband’s weight was proving to be a lot of work.
“Another binge,” Elliott whimpered, then he started puffing breaths in and out as though he was doing lamaze. All the while, his hands clutched his sizable swell. He looked as though he was due with twins even though he was still only in the second trimester.
“Does it really count as a binge when you’re six people in one?” Andrew teased.
Elliott groaned as though he hadn’t wanted the reminder. But surely his belly kept him informed.
Andrew wondered if he should have felt guilty. All he had done was present Elliott with the food. It wasn’t as though he had personally stuffed those greasy burgers into Elliott’s mouth. Not that he was opposed to the idea.
But it was enough for Andrew to watch Elliott shove them down. It was somehow delightful to see his husband gorge himself with the urgency of a man who was starving.
If it was up to Andrew, he might have fed him more. He could have fed Elliott ceaselessly. Andrew would have happily pushed every ounce of food in the house between Elliott’s lips, even if it meant enraging his parents.
He just couldn’t get enough of this.
After they entered their bedroom, he led Elliott to the bed, the blonde grunting out as he eased his perky ass down against the mattress. Whimpering, he managed to lay back, still panting. He fidgeted and grimaced, his hands compulsively cupping different parts of his belly.
Andrew started to unwrap him like a present. He slid Elliott’s work apron up over his abdomen, untying the straps and gently taking it off. Next, he studied the polo shirt Elliott had on. It was skintight, and like most articles of clothing, just didn’t fit him. Several lovely inches of swollen skin were exposed beneath the drifting hem.
Enamored, Andrew slid the shirt fully up over the orb.
It was just enormous. Andrew watched the mound heave up and down with Elliott’s heavy breathing. It simply seemed too big for the young man. It was overwhelming on his frame. The rest of Elliott’s body had remained comparatively slim. Then there was this huge, disproportionate belly, just jutting out from him.
Andrew trailed his fingers over it. He leaned down and kissed it, feeling a stroke of movement beneath Elliott’s taut skin.
Though Elliott should have been relaxing, his rate of breathing was picking up. The pink hue of his cheeks darkened to crimson as a panicked look came over his sweaty face. “A-Andrew.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I over did it,” Elliott choked out, his face twisting. “Fuck, why does this keep —errrgghhhh…” He leaned upward, groaning as he grabbed onto Andrew’s arm. He looked as though he could have been giving birth.
But something else was happening.
His belly was expanding, pushing forward with those pronounced pulses, growing rounder and wider as Elliott’s body poured sweat. Andrew couldn’t believe how much it looked like a contraction, all of Elliott’s muscles braced as he trembled, hardly breathing, and looking much like he was pushing.
Maybe he was in a way. His uterus was swelling forcefully, enlarging itself to accommodate the growing life within.
Elliott dropped back, gasping for breath, his face red and his belly flushed, while his whole body was sleek with sweat. He hadn’t even noticed the damp spots that had formed on his shirt against each of his nipples, but Andrew found himself staring at it.
“Oh god, oh god…” Elliott gasped, rubbing his belly in desperation.
“Shhhh… relax.” Andrew tried to sooth but his senses were in overdrive. Elliott’s belly was just huge, his tits looking so plump and squeezable. Andrew had never seen anything sexier than his young, overwhelmed husband, sprawled back on the bed, pink and sweaty, just gasping for breath as his belly rose and fell in an erratic rhythm.
“It's still —nrrggghhh — they’re…growing!” Elliott choked out, then there was another surge, his belly tensing and tightening as he grunted and struggled. Andrew held Elliott’s stiff hand, his eyes glued to the orb as he watched it steadily rise like dough, not blinking, hardly even breathing. It quivered, then the episode seemed to end.
Elliott dissolved into sobs, hyperventilating as he hugged his massive belly.
Andrew joined him on the bed, holding him. “It’s okay…” He murmured it again and again until he could do it without thinking, his mind wandering to how amazing the whole thing had been. He rubbed and stroked and whispered reassurances until Elliott fell asleep.
Andrew stayed up nearly the whole night, just drinking him in.
-
Elliott was not in good spirits the following morning.
At first he was silent, just staring at himself as though in shock. Just as Andrew started to worry, Elliott braced his hands on the mattress behind him, trying to heave himself upright.
“Let me help you,” said Andrew, holding his shoulder.
Elliott grimaced. “I’m huge,” he whined.
“You’re supposed to be,” Andrew countered.
Elliott had gotten himself to a sitting position, and was now panting. He laid his hand slowly on his belly, as though he’d never seen anything like it. “I’m a blimp,” he croaked, clearly distraught.
“Five babies,” Andrew reminded him.
Andrew could now see that Elliott’s breasts had clearly grown a little, looking rounder under his shirt, and his nipples were definitely puffier.
But Andrew averted his gaze, doing his best to clear his mind. “Just think about how big people ordinarily get with one baby. And, well, multiply that by five.”
“Shut up,” said Elliott, glaring at him.
Andrew had thought that the interjection of logic might help, but clearly he had been wrong. “It’s really not that bad, El.”
Elliott was shifting to the edge of the bed. He lowered his feet to the floor and sat there on the edge, looking daunted as he continued to cradle his swell. He looked at a loss. “I don’t want to do this,” he rambled. “When can I — this is too much. I want to get induced.”
“It’s too soon, baby.” Andrew preemptively forgave his husband’s lapse in sanity. “And you look great. Why don’t you believe me?”
“I can’t even get up. This thing is gigantic!”
Now he was just being dramatic. “I’ve got you,” said Andrew, getting off the bed and walking to his husband’s side. He took Elliott’s hands. “On three.”
“Andrew…” Elliott started.
“One…two…three.”
Using all his strength, he pulled Elliott to his feet, Elliott’s belly nudging gently into his waist, filling the space between them. It looked even bigger now that Elliott was standing.
And Andrew couldn’t help voicing the only thought in his mind. “Wow.”
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