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Due II, Part 11
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Summary: Sequel to Due. Fred's visit to Derek in jail leads to a chain of uncomfortable events. Contains: Mpreg, male breast expansion, male butt expansion.
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Fred swayed slightly as Derek helped him onto the couch. Together they eased Freds plump bottom down against the cushions.
Once situated, Derek stepped back and simply marveled at Fred. Though rather breathless, Fred could not help grinning back.
After he seemed to be finished appraising Fred, Derek sat beside him on the couch. Derek rubbed Freds belly up and down, pulling on Freds tight shirt for better access, and then again pausing to marvel at the mound.
Im so glad youre here, Fred breathed out, flushed. Fred was a little stunned by how happy he was. He had been so desperate for Derek, he felt like he might cry.
Shhhh Derek soothed, his hands now rubbing circles around Freds bulging navel.
Fred laughed weakly. It was like a dream. Derek was finally out of jail!
Derek had now taken to kissing Freds warm, moist mound. He proceeded to kiss every inch of it, Dereks lips soon working their way to Freds breasts, where he caused the engorged mounds to tingle. Fred swore silently, and soon his nipples began to seep.
Before Fred knew it, Derek was gently shifting him onto his knees. Fred groaned out as his swollen abdomen pressed against the couch cushions. Derek he managed. Im just so full.
I just miss you so much, Derek whispered, so hoarsely and endearingly, that Freds heart swelled.
"Yes," Fred breathed.
Derek slid down the back of Freds too-tight pants. Fred heard Derek quickly preparing his generously-sized cock. And before Fred knew it, Derek was fucking him against the couch, Freds body bobbing unpleasantly, his belly bouncing against the cushions as he clutched at it with one arm, hoping the quints wouldnt become distressed.
Oh Derek, Fred gasped out. He felt that with a hard enough thrust, he might burst!
But it seemed Derek was reaching his limits. His body stiffened up, and he exploded into Fred. Fred groaned as Dereks seed poured into him, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort throughout his body. His belly tensed up, and Fred almost felt as though he was filling up more with babies.
Feeling drained, Fred sagged against his belly, but then grunted in discomfort. To his relief, Derek grabbed him by his shoulders and shifted him onto his back.
Derek Fred breathed, now supine on the couch, Derek knelt between his spread legs, as though worshipping his tremendous mass. His shirt was still pulled up over the mound, and Fred watched his swollen bump rapidly rise up and down. I have an appointment, Fred gasped out, determined not to forget about it.
Well reschedule.
Derek, Fred scolded, his breathing rate increasing yet more.
It will be fine. Derek dismissed Fred's concerns. He rubbed Freds flushed mound fondly. For now, I think my children are hungry.
With that, Derek got to his feet, and was soon on the phone making an order.
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It took a full hour for Fred to fully catch his breath, by which point the food delivery had arrived. And Fred wondered whether his breathlessness had less to do with his condition than Dereks blasé attitude about the whole matter.
Before Fred knew it, he was being heaved up to his feet, his arm about Dereks shoulders. Somewhat dizzy, he somehow made it to the kitchen table with Dereks support. He had forgotten how strong Derek was.
Fred stared in shock at the open Chinese food take-out containers littering the entire surface of the circular table. He was eerily reminded of his last pregnancy, but he swallowed those concerns back. This was different. Him and Derek were together. They loved each other. This was not his pregnancy with the triplets.
Fred sunk down into the chair despite himself. He found that he could stand for increasingly brief periods, before his back severely throbbed, and his bottom felt like it might just explode. I cant, he groaned, rubbing his throbbing mound.
You will, Derek insisted.
He said it in a playful tone, but there was an underlying haughtiness that made Fred quite nervous.
Derek said Fred uneasily.
Fred, Derek countered. Standing behind Freds chair, Derek placed both his hands firmly on Freds shoulders. I want you to eat this. All of it.
It wasnt a question.
Fred tried to brush off his uneasiness. With trembling fingers, he lifted his fork.
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Within two days, Freds belly was overflowing his lap in all directions. It wobbled awkwardly as Fred struggled to move or stand. In fact, he could not seem to get up at all without Dereks assistance these days. His belly felt like an over-inflated balloon, and he imagined it was big as a bolder.
His belly button was the size of a tangerine. It seemed to be constantly pulsing, in and out. Fred felt as though he was panting chronically these dayshe couldnt seem to catch his breath, no matter how long he relaxed. Fred was keenly aware that he needed to give birth soon, though Derek continued to be unconcerned.
But it wasnt that bad. Derek tried to help at times. He would rub lotions upon Freds mound when it was particularly flushed. He would murmur encouragingly to Fred when Fred groaned. Derek disconnected the phone lines to ensure that Fred avoided distraction in maintaining his condition. Derek took Freds cell phone, and did not pass along any of the calls that Fred received from his family. Their persistence only managed to stress Fred out, after all. Fred just had to keep reminding himself that Derek had his best interest at heart.
But god, Fred was getting so tight. Too tight. He would watch his belly push out and out straining against him on a regular basis. He was beginning to look like one of those oblivious characters in horror movies just on the brink of having an alien monster tear through their gut.
Fred was operating on autopilot. It was easier to do that than to resist, especially with how feeble and weary he was becoming. He ate when Derek instructed him to do so, sometimes stuffing food down to the point that it was painful. Fred spent large amounts of time in bed, often struggling and shifting, in search of a position that was any less uncomfortable than the last one. Soon Fred found that he could rarely get out of bed at allnor did he really want to. He spent most of his time dozing in and out, catching only short periods of sleep, before he would be awakened by the powerful waves of tension straining, and threatening to tear right through him.
The quints made the most unpleasant squirming movements. No kicks or cuffs, just more like an uncomfortable and continual shifting, as though they were as unhappy as he was about the tightness.
Derek, I need need to give birth Fred murmured weakly one day, though he didnt imagine his words were very encouraging. He was mostly out of it, his body soaked in sweat. My my appointment
Derek scolded him gently. Murmured that there was still time. He stroked Freds cheek lovingly, and Freds eyes dropped.
But things became tighter and tighter, until Freds terrible strain seemed to rise all the way up to his vocal chords. In another few days, his feeble complaints turned to grunts, cries, and groans.
I c-cant Fred managed. He could not recollect how pregnant he was, how many days Derek had been present, or even how long he had been confined to his bed. He had just gasped awake one day to a stretching, squeezing discomfort. Ugghhh D-Derek Fred whimpered at his flushed, throbbing mound. It was red, rising, bursting. D-Derek, I n-need to g-go to the h-hopsital Fred cried, struggling to contain them for just a bit longer. Oh god, oh god The mound descended into powerful throbs, veins rising to the surface. Mmffggg guhhhhh g-god, Derek, ohhh god, its too late!
There were tears on his face. Derek stood by staring. Not moving, not acting.
Fred passed out.
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When Fred came to, he was still sprawled in his bed, the massive spandex gown he was dressed in only covering the top half of his bulging mound. The rest protruded freely, a flushed, quivering mass overflowing his thighs. Fred struggled feebly, but he felt like a turtle that had fallen onto its shell.
He grimaced in pain and fidgeted against his sweat-drenched body. His ass was aching badly, and startling, he could feel that a baby had started to crown. Fred looked around, but there was no sign of Derek. Instead he was left alone, and he proceeded to struggle half the day to shift his weight off his bottom.
Now the mattress was soaked in his sweat, his skin burning where it was stretched against his mound beyond reason. Painfully enough, he was partially perched against it, even in his position on his knees. There was simply no more space.
Fred weakly pawed as his bottom and drew his stretched gown up over his ass. His backside was throbbing, the pain incrementally worsening as he reluctantly bore down. He continued to be assaulted by waves of dizziness, going in and out of consciousness as he tried to force his baby out.
Aggghhhhh! Fred screamed as the head finally popped free with a gush of fluid. It was only then, in his dizziness, that Fred noticed that Derek had reappeared. The man was leaning on the doorframe, silently watching, his arms crossed.
Mmfff, ghhuuu Fred moaned. The remainder of the fat baby protruding from him felt softer than the skull. Despite it, he strained for a while. He took shuddering breaths whenever he remembered to, but most of his other time was spent hyperventilating. And disturbingly enough, he continued to periodically pass out. To his relief, Derek finally stepped forward, supporting Freds shoulders so his weight didnt completely collapse against his mound.
It was possibly this support that motivated Fred to finally get through with it. With a pained snarl, he pushed as hard as he could. He forced the baby completely free in another gush of fluid. Then Fred dissolved into sobs, his face covered in tears and mucus.
He allowed Derek to place his first newborn into his arms. It was a girl. Oh god. Though his belly felt somewhat less compacted, Fred had no idea how he could possibly labor the others. He felt a second baby shift into his birth canal, and his eyelids fluttered. Fred felt Derek supporting their daughter just before everything went black.
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Fred awoke a few days later in the hospital. Apparently, Derek had not been able to wake him up.
Fred found himself wrapped in bandages, several stitches about his waist. He was also surrounded by cribs, within which laid not fivebut six plump newborns.
Freds motherly happiness was overshadowed by weariness and pain. Derek sat beside Freds hospital bed, wearing an indifferent expression. Occasionally, he lifted a baby and brought it to the bed to help Fred nurse.
Despite the surgery, Fred could tell that his abdomen was still quite plump with fat from all the overeating. In fact, he still looked as though he was still seven months pregnant.
He felt shaky, and uneasy, and when he was healed enough, Derek was allowed to join him in the bed. They cuddled together as Derek stroked his back, and told Fred how proud he was of him.
The day of Freds release, a police officer came by for an interview.
Everything was consensual, Fred asserted, despite the officers concerned expression. Were together now. This was planned. I w-wanted to have more of his babies.
Derek smirked as the officer became resigned, and left. Derek stroked Freds hair and wheeled him off.
The End
