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It had been simple enough. One wave of his hand over Leo's morning tea in the break room was all it took, and the plan had been set into motion. He had watched as the other man unwittingly downed the microwave-warmed, lemon-flavored liquid, arousing himself in his anticipation. He had waited the suggested five weeks. All the signs had been there. He watched Leo, not noticeably closely but closer than usual, and noted the lack of energy - though the other man was very good at hiding it. Now Leo was back to normal, and Eric knew now was the right time.
Eric leaned back in his chair, listening to the leather groan and the wood creak with a sense of deep satisfaction. He got satisfaction from a lot of things, most of them having to do with his accomplishments. Being the product of a family rooted firmly in New York’s history and comprised completely of old money, he prided himself on his self-made beginnings. He’d climbed the ladder of success on his own. He’d gotten everything he’d ever wanted once he turned eighteen, and he’d gotten it for himself. No handouts as far as his adulthood was concerned. Money, job security, authority, respect, a nice apartment, and a boyfriend.
There was, however, one thing he was missing. One thing he’d previously thought impossible, but which over the last several months he had taken great strides to ensure its reality.
Now he'd just have to get it started physically and he'd be set.
Eric mulled over the options in his quiet way, rocking the chair gently. He steepled his fingers and leaned forward, elbows resting on his expansive oaken desk. So many options...a selfish man would have manipulated or forced his will into being. Eric was anything but selfish...well, not entirely.
He wanted it to be enjoyable, for both of them. He really did care about Leo. The matter at hand just required a little...finesse.
Then, it came to him. Eric smiled, laying his palms flat on the smooth surface of his desk. He knew exactly how he was going to do this.
The night was dusky, brightened by the numerous shops, street lamps, and the passing taxi cabs. The lights on Fifth Avenue always seemed to burn a little brighter. They weren’t on Fifth, though. They were currently winding their way through the dimly lit, labyrinthine passageways that lead from their favorite bar to Eric’s apartment, which, coincidentally, was on Fifth Avenue.
Eric stumbled along, gently buzzed from his night out, supporting a much more inebriated Leo by the arm. The man was heavier than his five-foot stature let on, but Eric being of a strong and able-bodied proclivity himself easily helped Leo over the curbs and cracked pavement.
It had been just the two of them, out drinking in the pub that all the cubicle warmers from the typing pool liked to frequent. Both Leo and Eric were very well known there, bearing the respective titles Head Branch Manager and Vice-CEO. They were very well known, yes, and as a result they were left alone. Not many people knew how to handle Leo when he got drunk. Except, of course, for Eric.
Eric knew Leo would accept his invitation. The two of them had shared drinks and nights with one another numerous times before. It was not a new thing for them, to drink and sleep together. They used to do it quite a bit, never really talking about it but never really ignoring it either. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of them, one they frequently took advantage of but never actively pursued. Any pleasure they had to glean from one another was typically circumstantial.
They had talked it over, years ago. Talked of a life together. It never happened, despite the ever-present potential. It had a lot to do with the fact that they were “fighting a corporate war” and their board members liked to put it, and even more to do with the distance between their socioeconomic status, their upbringing, their general differences in lifestyle and outlook.
This of course, did not stop Eric from internally referring to the other man as his boyfriend.
It just wasn't professional. But it felt so fucking good...
This time, though, Eric wasn't making any excuses for himself, or for Leo. Neither of them saw other people. They both wanted this, he knew it.
"Eric...you fucking shit head...," Leo slurred. "Are you going to fuck me senseless tonight, or am I going to have to do it myself..."
There it was. That was what he needed.
"Are you sure you want to?" He asked, pliantly. He wasn't going to do this without a yes.
"...did you eat lead chips today, yes...I want your...fucking monster cock...in my god damn ass..."
Leo made a grab for Eric's collar, digging his fingers into the expensive, tailored fabric and pulling himself up to press his lips against Eric's. Eric couldn't take it anymore.
He kissed Leo back, their tongues gliding over one another messily but in a very comfortable, familiar way. He wrapped his arms under Leo's ass - despite the small man's indignant noise of protest - and carried him into the darkness of a nearby alleyway. Eric could tell the two of them weren't going to make it to his apartment like they typically did. No prying eyes. There was a gay bar not a block away – two men sharing an abrupt fuck in an alleyway wouldn’t garner more attention than was necessary.
He pressed Leo against the brick wall, pinning his wrists and still working against him. Leo moaned, a deep, throaty sounding noise that Eric loved to hear. Leo's small hand worked its way up and around from the inside of Eric’s thigh and palmed the front of his crotch. Eric closed his eyes, swallowing a gasp as his arousal began to make itself known.
"Leo," he said as he momentarily broke away.
"Mm...?" The other man’s usually sharp, dark eyes were more heavily-lidded than usual and drowsy-looking with pleasure.
"Turn around."
Leo obliged through his haze; at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to feel Eric inside of him. He turned, bracing himself against the wall, feeling the rough brick under his soft, almost child-sized palms. He felt Eric gently nudge his legs apart with one large foot, encouraging the smaller man to make himself more vulnerable.
Leo groaned as Eric's hands smoothed up and down his straining thighs. One of Eric's hands was almost big enough to encompass half his upper leg. He could feel his tendons twitching, his groin beginning to exhibit that telltale ache. There was the sound of numerous belts being unbuckled, and it wasn't long before his pants and underwear were tugged off impatiently, exposing his ass to the brisk autumn night.
Eric spread Leo's cheeks with one hand, the other steadying him by firmly rooting itself on his left hip. Leo was quivering with anticipation.
"Be good for me, Leo."
Then there was a familiar sensation around his hole; Eric teased his tongue in, out, and around the small twitching ring of muscle. He gave a few long strokes, the wet mass of his tongue plunging deeper and deeper with each go around. Leo could hardly stand it, and they weren't even to the good part yet. He almost came right then and there when Eric stuck in the first finger.
It had been a while, and it burned.
“Eric…it…it hurts…,” he whimpered.
He felt the other man’s finger, huge, almost like a cock in its own right, gently work him open.
“Please…it feels good, but…aahHH!”
"Easy," the blond murmured, "Easy..."
Leo's legs were shaking so hard he thought he'd fall over. Pre-cum was oozing out the tip of his painfully erect cock, smearing all over his shirt, which he was still wearing. It felt so good, and he was so drunk, he was only a little pissed about the inevitable dry cleaning he would have to pay for.
Slowly, after a few tense minutes of working with saliva and pre-cum, the burning sensation faded into a much more enjoyable sensual throbbing. Leo couldn't hold back his moans, each growing louder than the last as his pleasure mounted. He was incredibly tight right then, perhaps even more so than when they first started sleeping together, and they both knew it.
Eric added another finger.
"FUCK...fuck, Eric, I'm ready..."
Leo couldn't see it, but he knew the other man was frowning.
"Are you sure?"
"Any fucking more and I'll blow it...like a shitty teenager..."
"It's going to hurt, Leo."
"It never...," he grasped for the words to say. "It never didn't hurt....just...just put it in you fuckin-"
Before he could finish, Eric's massive cock was breaching his entrance. Leo gasped, surprised at the feeling, and that he could forget so quickly the tremendous aching stretch of the anus that accompanied it. He squirmed, impaled on what he dubbed, “the monster cock”, wanting to get away from the pain, but wanting to wait for the pleasure too.
"Shhh..." Eric whispered in his ear. "Relax, relax..."
His hand was still rooted on Leo's hip, and now his thumb was tracing a soothing circular motion on his skin.
"It'll feel better in a moment."
Leo felt Eric push into him further, grunting as his insides stretched and strained and struggled to accommodate him. Leo was a tiny man; he wasn't meant to be able to hold someone of Eric's size inside his ass, but yet, here they were.
"Don't fight it," Eric soothed. "You’re pushing against me."
"...not...nrgh...trying to-AH!"
Eric was now full hilt inside of him, all of his thickly veined nine inches. Leo felt incredibly full, almost too full. He could still feel his insides tensing and straining involuntarily, still trying to expel the foreign mass that was Eric’s cock. If he looked down, he could actually see a slight bulge in his abdomen where Eric's cock had made its home.
"Are you ready for me to move?" Eric asked, still tracing circles on his side with his thumb.
".....mhm."
The thumb tracing stopped and turned into gripping. Slowly, Eric drew back. Leo grimaced. Then, Eric was pushing forward again, and he felt like he was being split in half, ruined, violated. He couldn't hold back his grunts and groans of pain. Eric was being as gentle as possible, but these things were hard to avoid when the bottom was half the physical size of the top.
Once again, the pain slowly faded away in a repeat event of the evening’s earlier fingers, replaced by something that curled up Leo's spine in the most pleasurable way. It inflated his cock and made it hard to think, much less breathe.
"There!" He managed to gasp.
"Here?" Eric shifted so as to suit Leo's needs. He gave a few long, slow thrusts.
"Fuck!" Leo was practically seeing red, it felt so good. "Harder...faster..."
No sooner had he said the words than Eric let loose with explosive force, and Leo collided with the brick wall, his small yet muscular arms no longer strong enough to support the speed and power Eric was exerting. Eric was going faster than he ever had, and Leo was almost delirious with pleasure.
"Unh...unh..." he couldn't even speak if he tried. He looked down again. His abdomen was practically undulating with the rate at which his insides were being filled and emptied by Eric's cock.
He felt his arousal start to come to a peak.
"I....I'm...c-close..." he choked out.
Eric responded by rolling his hips, getting even deeper, going beyond the bundle of nerves which gave Leo his pleasure. Leo couldn't take it any longer. He came with a strangled cry and a shaking body, his finger nails raking against the brick and breaking themselves ragged. Seeing Leo come drew Eric's climax from him, and he grunted, hands tightening around Leo's waist; drawing back a little, he released his cum, an inordinate amount than usual, into Leo's bowels.
He withdrew slowly, carefully, Leo’s loosened asshole still clamped like a nymphomaniacal vice around his shaft.
Leo looked at his flaccid penis, legs and arms spread against the brick wall. If he didn't know better - and he was sure he did, because currently he was drunk as shit - he would have said his abdomen still looked like Eric was inside it. He still felt kind of full. Full, but suddenly tired as fuck. He turned, shakily, and grabbed the other man by the arm.
"Take me home."
When Eric woke up the next morning, Leo was already up. They were in Eric's apartment, because it had been closest. It had been a bit of a chore to finagle Leo's limp limbs back into his pants, belt, and shoes, but it was easy enough to carry him bridal style. He weighed under 150 pounds, after all.
Leo was currently tidying the room in general, silently folding a pile of Eric's laundry by the foot of the bed as was his wont.
"Good morning, you monster-cocked bastard," he teased in his brusque way, eyes on the laundry. "I won't be sitting right for one week or walking to work for the next two. Just thought I'd let you know."
Soon you won't be doing either of those things...and it'll be longer than for two weeks...
Eric smiled. "How's the hangover?"
Leo looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised. "What hangover? I'm still fucking buzzed."
Eric smiled, knowing that Leo was lying about still being drunk. His favorite thing to do to get over a hangover was laundry - when Eric had asked him why, once, Leo had told him it was because he liked the smell of the soap so much it got his mind off of how shitty he felt.
They sat in silence for a while, Eric watching contentedly as Leo put away the last dress shirt.
"You're socks have holes in them."
"You could sew them for me if you lived here."
Leo snorted. "You know how to fucking sew, Eric." He shut the small closet closed with a quick, firm snap of his wrists.
Eric rolled onto his side, goading the other man on.
"If you lived here," he continued. "You would do the cleaning and the sewing. I would do the cooking and take care of the kids."
"Kids?" Leo echoed. It made Eric's heart stutter in the most wonderful way when he said that word.
"What kids? I didn't realize kids were a factor under consideration," Leo smiled on the rare occasion. He wasn’t smiling right now, but right now there was an edge to his voice that Eric recognized as humor.
Eric trailed Leo with his eyes as he moved slowly around the room, listlessly picking up dirty socks and soiled Armani shirts with stiff, white collars.
"Our kids. You'd have them, of course."
Leo abandoned his laundry-oriented quest and crawled up next to Eric on the king-sized mattress. He positioned himself in a similar position to Eric’s, but in the reverse so as to face the other man.
"Men don't have kids," Leo said, eyes hooded. "I thought you were smarter than that."
Leo rolled off the bed, landing right side up with ease.
"Besides...," he made towards the door. "If we could have kids, you'd be the one getting knocked up. Not me."
Five Weeks Later
It was a typical day. Eric was fulfilling his typical duties, planning the next merger with a former rival company. It was taking a while this time. The funds weren’t matching up quite right, and he knew he’d eventually have to call in the corporate lawyer to sort out the paperwork. It was getting harder and harder to squeeze the necessary funds from the board members. They were still doing well overall as a company, but there were others who felt they should spend more time developing interior resources as opposed to making to acquisitions.
Eric needed to send out appeals to dozens of people both within the board and out. He had just written about fifteen personal notes to fifteen different typed official letters, filled with flattery and pragmatic pliancy. His hand was cramping, and he needed a walk.
He had been walking through the lower levels of the building for about fifteen minutes when he came across Leo.
"Good morning," he greeted, then gave pause. "...Leo, are you alright?"
Leo was pale, usually so, and it contrasted starkly with his dark hair. His lips were pressed together in a firm line, as if he were reluctant to talk. He looked a little unsteady on his feet.
He shook his head in the affirmative.
"Yes, I'm fucking fi-" his words stopped suddenly as a look of surprise and disgust flitted across his face. Leo pushed past Eric and into the nearby bathroom so quickly it took Eric a few moments to figure out where he had gone to.
"Leo?" Concerned, Eric followed him inside.
He found him hunched over a toilet, on his hands and knees, dry-heaving and making a retching noise. Eric made to support him but stopped when Leo held up a hand.
After a few minutes of dry heaving, Leo leaned back, face still pale.
"I've been doing this all damn morning," his voice was tight. "It started yesterday...goes away in the afternoon then comes back again..."
Eric felt a thrill of excitement despite himself.
Nothing is definite yet, he told himself.
"Are you sick?"
"Other than this shit I feel fine."
"Maybe something you ate?"
"Maybe."
Leo sighed and slowly got to his feet. "If this keep up I'll go to a..." his face took on a look of reluctance, "...doctor."
He turned to Eric. "Don't tell anyone about this. I don't need fuckheads making shitter jokes at me right now."
Eric nodded.
"Your secret is safe with me."
Oh, if only he knew.
Leo was feeling ill again. It had been two days since he’d run into Eric on his way to the bathroom and he was feeling anything but better. He lounged on the leather sofa in Eric’s currently empty office. The tall blond was probably at a meeting with some higher ups. Leo had heard all his routine grumblings before.
A trash can was situated by his head for easy access, a pillow propped under his head for comfort. Leo wasn’t immune to the drain of everyday activity, but lately he’d been feeling more exhausted than usual. In addition to the nausea he was taxed physically and emotionally. The past few days he’d begun to notice a lingering ache in his abdomen, somewhere from behind his bellybutton to the top of his groin. He felt like his limbs were filled with lead, and the fact that he was having trouble getting full nights of sleep didn’t help much. Bizarre dreams plagued his nights, and the inexplicable emotional fallout was inexplicable. Leo did not consider himself a very emotional person, but there he was, holding his gut and crying his eyes out into his pillow at three a.m.
Not only that, but he seemed to have put on more weight as of recent. His toned abdomen had melted into something more convex. He hadn’t even noticed it until Monday, when he couldn’t zip his pants up all the way. He’d been walking around with his pants partially unzipped since then, hoping no one would notice, but as the week wore on the zipper stopped lower and lower on its metal teeth.
“Leo, why are you in here?” Eric was standing in the doorway, gorgeous as usual, holding a few binders under one arm. His gaze lingered on the trashcan. “Are you feeling sick again?”
Leo sighed, “I never stopped feeling sick.” With these words he felt a wave of nausea. “Fuck.” He kept it down.
He continued, “I’m nauseous, I can’t sleep, my clothes don’t fit, and my stomach hurts. I want to fucking die.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
Eric walked over to him, putting a hand on his forehead.
“You’re a little clammy, but you’re not warm. Do you want something to eat?”
Leo got a little sheepish. He knew Eric wouldn’t like what he had to say about eating.
“I haven’t eaten anything in two days.”
“…Leo!”
“It won’t stay down!”
Eric fixed him with what Leo called “the stare”.
“Saltine crackers. I’m getting you food. Stay right there.”
Leo groaned, “Fuck, me.”
“Maybe when I get back,” Eric slyly retorted on his way out, knowing full well that wasn’t what the other man meant.
When Eric returned, he’d brought more than saltine crackers. He’d also brought bland flavors of soup, a loaf of bread, a bag of mixed fruits, and a carton of water. He set it in Leo’s lap.
“Eat,” he instructed.
“What, all of it?!”
“Yes.”
“Well…”
“It’ll make you feel better.”
“I could give it a shot. You might have to help me, though.”
“Of course.”
Leo started with a bottle of water and the four pack of saltines. He took a drink of water after every ten crackers. His nausea began to marginally subside, slowly being replaced by the hunger of the past two days. Pack one, two, three, and four all went down without a problem. Then came the fruit, which was a grocery store assortment of cubed melons, strawberries, and a few other common things like blueberries and grapes. He finished the bag in ten minutes.
“Wow,” said Eric, impressed. Leo would say almost turned on, judging by the look on his face.
“Yeah.”
“Still hungry?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
Eric was watching intently, and Leo decided to play this interest in his food consumption for all it was worth. He consumed the soup slowly, can by can by can. He made little noises of enjoyment and watched the effect that they had on the other man. It was after the fourth can Leo decided he was done.
“I can’t eat anymore. I’m stuffed.”
Eric smiled. “Not yet you aren’t.”
He grabbed the bread, twisting off the plastic tie. Leo was slightly alarmed, but excited as well.
“You’ll have to hel-,” Leo began, cut off by the abrupt presence of soft, white bread between his lips. He swallowed it thickly. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you,” Eric supplied happily, putting another piece between his lips. Leo chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed. He had thought he’d felt full before. Now he felt it almost under his ribs, and he had only eaten five pieces.
Bread really is filling…
His belly began to ache, but not in the way he had before. It felt good.
“Ohhh…” he groaned after he swallowed the seventh piece.
Eric grinned, continuing to feed him. He would wait for Leo to finish chewing and swallow, give him some time to make those delicious noises, then put in another piece for him to work on.
After a few minutes, there was no more bread left. Leo closed his eyes, hands resting on the sides of his now bloated, aching belly. He felt gentle fingers ghost across the front of his shirt, his buttons straining and his pants now fully unzipped by the small bulge of his gut.
“You look so good like this,” Eric said quietly.
“I’m glad you like it. Pervert.”
Eric began to massage Leo’s stomach in small circles, occasionally cupping either side of it and kissing or licking at his bellybutton.
“Hmm…” Leo learned back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensual sensation. After a while, though, he leaned forward, and was momentarily puzzled by what he saw.
“What’s that?” he said.
Eric stopped his ministrations to look up.
“What’s what?”
“That.”
Leo had noticed something different about his belly, something other than its bloatedness but which its bloatedness had probably contributed to. There was an extremely faint line bisecting the two halves of his belly. It started at the base of his shaven groin and curved all the way up to his belly button. It was slightly squiggly in some places, as if drawn on with an unsteady hand by a drunk cartoonist.
“Oh. This?” Eric traced a finger up and down its length a few times.
“Yeah,” Leo shuddered at the pleasant sensation.
Eric watched his reaction and laughed quietly. “I don’t know what it is, but based on your expression right now I think I’m going to be touching it a lot.”
Six And A Half Weeks Post Conception
The anonymous seller had told Eric that the drug would enable him to father a child with another man, but only if said man was under six feet tall and less than two hundred pounds at the time of conception. As someone who stood at a towering 6’3” and weighed in at a muscular two hundred and thirty, he knew he wouldn’t be the one to carry the child. He had contemplated the idea of sitting down and discussing it with Leo, he really had. But he was afraid he’d have said no. Besides, Eric had always known it was a secret fantasy of Leo’s to be able to carry a child to term. And Eric liked the…unwitting aspect of it. Watching as Leo puzzled over the changes in his body, as he outgrew his clothes and got bigger and bigger. It was all so exciting.
Leo, he figured, would have at least two more instances in which he would be pregnant. He could enjoy it wittingly then.
He’d be enjoying it quickly, at any rate. The seller had also told Eric that though the drug was effective, it was also experimental. Babies conceived after its implementation grew at twice the normal rate. As such, by Eric’s calculations, Leo was about thirteen weeks pregnant after only six and a half weeks of actually being so. It was amazing that he could come to the first trimester in such a short amount of time. And what was even better, it was beginning to show.
Leo had resigned to his expanding waistline, buying bigger pants and shirts for his small frame. Eric had helped him pick them out, helped him put them on in the dressing room even, all the while tracing his hand up and down the brunet’s small mound. Leo had laughed and brushed him away. Eric knew the other man was writing his weight gain off as a side effect of the amount of food that had been stuffed into him by his concerned and insatiable partner.
When they slept together in Eric’s bed – which was often now that Leo’s libido was beginning to return – Eric never neglected to lodge a palm between Leo’s bellybutton and groin as he slept, both coveting and cherishing the little swell of life the blond knew resided there. When Leo awoke in the middle of the night, sweating, gasping from a surreal or bizarre dream brought on by hormones, Eric was there to soothe him back to sleep, rubbing in small circular motions on his abdomen. He would trace that line that bisected Leo’s stomach, ever-darkening as it was, and ever sensuous to Leo. Whenever he did that, one of them always ended up with a dick hilt-deep in their ass. Usually, lately, it was Leo, simply for the fact that he didn’t quite have the energy to top.
Eric could hardly wait the rest of the allotted time span to see their baby. He could hardly wait to watch as Leo strained and struggled to bring it into the world, too.
It’s going to be wonderful.
Eight Weeks After Conception
Leo was showing around some trainees when it happened. He’d been in the middle of explaining the company’s modus operandi in the biggest, fanciest meeting room they had (for the sake of showmanship, naturally) and…there it was.
“So you see, the main course of action we’re planning on taking over the next decade is-,” he stopped abruptly, “…oh…”
He stood, puzzled, at the head of the conference table. One hand was on the back of the chair in front of him, the other was splayed quizzically and unconsciously across his straining shirtfront.
One of the trainees leaned forward in her chair, concerned.
“Sir?” She asked not unkindly. “Are you alright?”
Leo slowly came to the realization, as he came back to himself, that he was in fact in front of a room of people. People who looked to him like an authoritative figure. And here he was, trailing off in the middle of sentences and feeling himself up for all their eyes to see.
“Ah…,” he looked around and narrowed his gaze on his direct underling, a woman by the name of Carla who knew the shtick he was currently giving. She noticed his gaze, and gave a small nod to show she understood.
“I’m going to turn this over to Carla, here. She knows what she’s talking about better than I do, practically.”
And with that, he turned and strode from the room perhaps a bit faster than necessary. He took a detour to the nearest bathroom and locked himself in the handicapped stall, given it was the only one with a private sink and accompanying mirror.
Wasting little time, he pulled up his shirt and stared at his belly in the mirror.
What the FUCK was that…?!
He eyed the swell on his abdomen hard. It seemed innocuous, though it did look as if he’d swallowed half of a decent-sized kickball. But what was that he’d felt just then? A peculiar fluttering against his navel, like a butterfly or a small fish was trapped in his belly.
He couldn’t deny that it had been growing. He’d needed to go and purchase bigger pants for the second time in two weeks. The line on his belly was getting darker and thicker by the day, developing in almost perfect time with his expanding gut. His breasts were beginning to take on a little padding, losing their carefully toned definition. His face had taken on a little of this too, and his sharp features were blunted with a slight layer of fat. All in all he’d gained around ten pounds.
It’s gas, he reasoned. You’re eating all that food like a god damned pig! No wonder some of it’s turned to fat…
And it was true, he was ravenous. He’d been that way for two months, even when he was sick and could eat hardly a thing. But why couldn’t he turn it off? He’d always been a moderate eater. Frowning, Leo stepped closer to the mirror to examine his belly. He felt it from its base to its top. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the fact he was huge. Compared to a few weeks ago, he felt fine.
He sighed, “You’re getting fucking old, that’s all this is.”
Leo didn’t consider himself a sentimental person, but he hoped Eric would still want to be with him now he was like this. Eric was gorgeous, someone Leo would have considered completely out of his league until he’d actually had sex with him. He found it hard to believe that someone so perfect-looking, with such a perfect life, could love someone as small and plain and ordinary as he was.
Leo was in the middle of this rumination when the bathroom door opened.
“Leo?” Eric called. “Are you in here?”
“No, I’m sitting comfortably in my office, looking at gay porn on my computer,” he opened the stall and stuck his head out. “Of course I’m fucking in here you piss pot.”
Eric laughed, “Carla told me you left her with the trainees.” Then, more seriously, “You’re not sick again, are you?”
“No, I’m not sick…”
“Can I come into your stall?”
“Hmmph.”
Leo let Eric slide in and lock the door behind him. Eric gave him a once over.
“Your hair’s shiny, you’re so healthy-looking you’re practically glowing…what could possibly be the matter?”
Leo rolled his eyes, slightly embarrassed at his own behavior.
“Nothing at all. I just…got taken by surprise. A little.”
“Really? A little surprise?”
“Fucking miniscule.”
“I see…,” Eric trailed off into thought for a moment, still appraising Leo with his eyes.
The way Eric looked at him made Leo want to be touched. He wanted it so bad right then, he felt his erection voice his desire before his vocal chords did. His shirt was still drawn up around the top of his belly, his pants unzipped and his buckle undone.
“Do you…,” he halted, hesitant to show weakness. “Do you still want me this way?”
Eric raised a golden eyebrow. “What way is that?”
Leo gently placed a hand under the mound of his belly. “…this way.”
Eric drew him into a kiss, leaning down and wrapping an arm around his back, drawing him forward.
After a few moments, the taller man broke the contact and looked at Leo straight on.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked huskily.
Leo started kissing Eric back, mindlessly giving himself over to the pleasure he felt at Eric undressed him. It wasn’t until his shirt and pants were off, Eric working on his boxer shorts, that Leo halted.
“Hang on a second,” he said, and Eric stopped, looking at him expectantly.
“You can fondle me and finger fuck me,” he told the other man. “But don’t fuck me fuck me. I’m kind of…constipated. I know we’re into kinky shit, but I’m not into that kind of shit. Not today.”
Eric nodded. “Understood.”
Then Eric took off Leo’s boxer shorts, picking him up from under the thighs and setting him on the sink with one deft movement. Leo’s bare feet dangled almost a foot from the floor.
“Lean into me,” he murmured. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Leo did, leaning forward and resting his chin on Eric’s broad shoulder. Then, Eric set to work. He made sure Leo’s ass was situated over the well of the sink for easy access, then he lubricated the small man’s asshole with a combination of his own saliva and Leo’s pre-cum. The pearly white stuff was oozing out of the slit of his cock like a cum fountain.
Leo huffed and moaned, his toes curling and flexing but with nowhere to brace against other than Eric’s shins.
“Hnng…oh shit, Eric,” he groaned as the tip of Eric’s pointer finger began to push into him.
“Shhh…you’re very sensitive lately,” Eric soothed as he continued stretching and pushing.
“You-ugh-don’t think I…ahhh…noticed?” Leo’s heart was pounding, his cock was straining, and he knew in that moment that no one would ever be able to make him feel as good as Eric did.
Then, Eric began to pump his finger in and out of Leo’s anus. Slowly, slowly, and then gradually picking up speed until he was going faster than either of them had fingered the other before. If it weren’t for the care he’d taken to lubricate beforehand, Leo would have been in a lot of pain.
Leo couldn’t take it, he started lifting his hips up and down slightly to drive Eric’s finger deeper, menial as it was compared to his cock. He wanted to get closer to Eric, to almost drape his body over his shoulder, but his belly was getting in the way. Frustrated and unbelievably aroused, he dug his fingers and teeth into Eric’s suit jacket.
“Ung…I’m gonna…I’m gonna get cum all over your suit…,” he could feel himself getting close, that telltale spring coiling up in his groin. “Ugh…fuck…”
“It’s okay,” Eric told him, as he deftly slipped in a second finger. “It’s okay let it out. Let it all out.”
A single finger was one thing, but two? The thought alone was enough to make Leo come, and he did. Violently. He gripped Eric’s shoulders, fingernails catching in the seams, and he screamed his pleasure into Eric’s chest. Eric was kind enough, afterwards, to help him clean up. Most of the cum had ended up on Leo, after all, running down his belly and dripping off his now-limp cock.
All the while during the cleanup, Leo felt those strange flutterings inside of him. He rubbed at his navel absentmindedly.
Just fucking gas.
Eleven Weeks After Conception
Eric knew Leo was feeling slightly miserable. Slightly.
He was even heavier than he was a few weeks ago. All the weight was just piling up and refusing to go anywhere but his torso, belly, thighs, and a little on his face. Not only that, but recently his ankles and wrists had taken to swelling slightly. Eric made sure to give him massages on all his afflicted areas, for which he knew the other man was grateful even if he wasn’t very vocal about it. Eric knew all these changes made it sort of difficult for Leo to remain on his feet for an extended period of time. Luckily for the brunet, his job was one in which he was primarily stationed behind a desk. Barring, of course, his duties with the trainees.
Eric was counting the weeks, and so far there had been eleven. Which meant Leo and the baby were at twenty-two weeks. And it was really showing. On Leo’s tiny frame, any added weight seemed exacerbated. All eyes were drawn to the massive bulge of his belly. It didn’t help that the child he was carrying had been put there by a veritable giant, either.
I did that, he told himself proudly every time he saw Leo. We did that.
He and Leo were sitting in his apartment, just sort of lazing about and doing nothing out of the ordinary. They’d ordered in Chinese food – Leo twice the amount he’d normally eaten before the pregnancy – and were sitting in the living room with their paper plates and their cutlery.
“You know,” Eric said, as he examined the chopsticks that had come with their order. “I don’t think anyone actually uses these things. Those F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reruns lied to me.”
Leo gave a half-hearted roll of the eyes and shifted uncomfortably on the leather couch.
“What’s wrong? You’re usually a lot meaner when I tell jokes.”
Leo looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What, really, Eric?”
“Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Are you sure you want to hear these…”
“Sure, I’m sure.”
With a sigh, the brunet started in on a long list of grievances.
“I can’t sleep on my stomach anymore. You know that’s how I fucking sleep. It’s too uncomfortable. Now my back hurts because I’m putting on all this weight. I’m hungry all the damn time. I haven’t taken a proper shit in weeks, but I still want to fuck like a rabbit.”
“Wow.”
“I told you.”
Eric contemplated this issues for a moment.
“Well, I think I know a way I can take care of two of your problems at the same time.”
Leo snorted, “Ever the problem solver.”
Eric scooted a little closer to the other man.
“What if I told you…,” he smirked, “I still had some of our toys from our last kink quest?”
Leo raised an eyebrow, “You mean the…?”
“Yep.”
“…and it’s clean?” Leo seemed hesitant but curious.
The blond raised his eyebrows and turned his palms outward; a gesture of openness.
“How long have you known me again?” he said, “Long enough to know I wouldn’t stick something diseased up your ass, surely.”
“Not true,” Leo quickly countered, “You’ve stuck your cock in me plenty enough.”
“Oh, ha-ha. You’re hilarious.”
“If I’m that hilarious, then you’re a fucking comedic genius.”
Eric shrugged, “Touché. So, then, how about it?”
Leo gave one of his rare starving smiles, “Sounds good.”
As soon as he said those words, Eric stood up and scooped Leo off of the couch, bridal style. The small man gave an indignant squawk of surprise, but settled into it with a quiet laugh and deposited a dry kiss on Eric’s rough cheek.
They were standing in the bathroom, and despite the heated stone tiles under his feet, Leo’s nipples were hard as if from the cold. He could feel them rubbing and chafing against the linen of his pressed shirt.
“I’ll go get the stuff,” Eric told him, “You make yourself comfortable.”
“Got it,” he said, and as before Eric was even gone he was beginning to undress. Getting clothes on and off nowadays was a bit of a struggle, more than it used to be anyway. They didn’t make pants for people his height who were a certain type of fat, he had discovered recently. His pants were continually running too small, and as a result he had started using suspenders to keep them firmly lodged at the base of his belly, the area where the slope of his abdomen met the top of his groin. The area itself was becoming less and less distinguishable as the weeks wore on, evolving into one spherical mass that, in the mirror, threatened to overtake him.
The gas had been getting more frequent, too. The feeling varied, sometimes like an internal brush or poke from an indeterminate source. It happened more often at night, but it also happened a lot when Leo was at work, too. He’d be sitting at his desk and then the gas would start up for hours, little internal ticklings that made him grope under and over his belly to find the source of. He also felt them a lot whenever he was with Eric, particularly for whatever reason. Like right now, he was feeling little gas pockets working their way back and forth laterally inside of him.
Leo put a hand under his belly in an attempt to quiet them.
When Eric came back holding a nozzle, tube, and plastic bag full of warm water, Leo was already completely naked. The taller man seemed transfixed. He set the toys on the marble sink counter as Leo walked over to him. He squatted down and put his huge hands on either side of Leo’s belly.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“What, that? That’s my bellybutton you moron.”
“I know,” Eric nodded thoughtfully, “But it’s different…”
Leo’s bellybutton had changed recently. Earlier that week, he’d awoken alone in his own apartment feeling fuller than usual. When he’d gone to the bathroom to begin his morning routine, he too had noticed the seemingly small but visually huge difference.
His navel had popped out, like a cork in the nozzle of a too-full bottle of champagne. It was sensitive to the touch, and pink, like new skin. It sat firmly at the apex of the now fully developed, dark brown line that divided Leo’s abdomen. Like it was always meant to be there. Lighter colored stretch marks squiggled away from it like scar tissue, not too many, but enough for it to be noticeable in the right light.
The light in Eric’s bathroom was the right light, and Eric was currently poring over each and every one of them, the popped navel bearing the foremost of his attentions.
“It’s so cute,” he gave the protrusion a little rub and a slight tug, eliciting a soft, pleasant noise from Leo.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Eric was transfixed for a few minutes more, and Leo stood there, withstanding his pokes and prods, because he secretly loved it when Eric took such care to learn the smallest details of his body.
“Are you ready?” Eric eventually asked, and Leo nodded. “Where do you want to do this, the floor, the shower…?”
“The tub,” Leo gestured to the marble monstrosity of luxury that passed as such in Eric’s apartment building.
“Alright,” Eric said as he helped Leo step over the edge safely, “I’m going to go until it’s all gone.”
“Good. I liked it last time.”
“You were practically crying last time.”
“Isn’t that that point?” Leo snarked as he carefully got on his hands and knees, sticking his ass out for Eric to attend to. “Just shut the hell up and get to it already. No one likes a chatty dom.”
“You do,” Eric said, his voice brought low with arousal. Out of the corner of his eye, Leo watched as Eric lubed up the nozzle and shivered with delight and anticipation as some was rubbed around the outside of his anus.
“It’s going in.”
Leo relaxed as the plastic nozzle entered him, his ass clenching around it instinctively.
“I’m releasing the pin,” Eric said, turning the stopper on the bag after checking for air pockets, holding it about level with his heart.
Leo watched the water slide down the tube, and grunted as he felt the first trickle inside of him. The water was warm, and at first there were no noticeable differences. Then, slowly, as the rushing water began to fill his bowls, his belly began to distend even more than it already had naturally. He groaned with pleasure, his dick inflating in time with his gut. The pressure within his intestines slowly increased, stimulating his prostate. The fluttering of gas within him increased as the pressure did. He was feeling it everywhere, behind his navel, his groin, his large intestine, his ribcage – they felt good, even if it did make it a little hard to catch his breath.
When he looked at the bag, it was only half empty. His belly was inching closer and closer to the marble floor of the tub as more and more water went into him. It wasn’t until the bag was about two thirds empty he began to feel slight cramping in his gut. He shifted, enjoying the discomfort but wanting it to subside all the same – he loved the sensation of being filled, and longer he could feel that, the better.
“You’re almost done, Leo,” Eric told him, “You’re doing so good.”
The pressure was beginning to reach paramount levels, and just when Leo thought his belly might go bursting – perhaps at that so obviously demarcated brown line – Eric pulled out the nozzle and stuck a plug in its place.
“Ungh…what’s that…? Ughghhh…” he grunted through a particularly vicious cramp accompanied with a series of flutters. His body was beginning to fight against its liquid inhabitant, pulsing and pushing to expel it, only to find a sizable rubber plug in its way. For which Leo was both grateful and pained.
“It’s just to make sure everything works the way it’s supposed to,” Eric said, sitting down on the edge of the tub and laying a land on Leo’s shoulder. “Just work through it.”
“I am working…uuughh…and I…want…ahhhaha…to go to the bathroom now…”
“But it hasn’t even been a minute yet.”
“E-Eric…,” the pressure, though there was no new water in his bowels, seemed to be increasing. The cramping, too, took on a more regular pace. The pain started to override the pleasure he was feeling in his prostate. Leo’s legs were shaking with effort, his anus clenching and unclenching around its rubber plug. His fingers scrabbled for a hold in an attempt to squeeze the pain out through his hands, but all he could do was press them against the floor of the tub until his knuckles were white. The fluttering seemed to be getting agitated, matching his physical distress.
“Eric, unless you want a serious fucking mess in your bathroom, you need to help me up now.”
“I think you can hold it a bit longer.”
“ERIC!” his shout was punctuated with a gas bubble larger and harder than any he had ever felt, causing him to gasp with surprise and pain and grab at his belly with one free hand.
Eric sat back and watched.
“E-Eric…,” the pressure, though there was no new water in his bowels, seemed to be increasing. The cramping, too, took on a more regular pace. The pain started to override the pleasure he was feeling in his prostate. Leo’s legs were shaking with effort, his anus clenching and unclenching around its rubber plug. His fingers scrabbled for a hold in an attempt to squeeze the pain out through his hands, but all he could do was press them against the floor of the tub until his knuckles were white. The fluttering seemed to be getting agitated, matching his physical distress.
“Eric, unless you want a serious fucking mess in your bathroom, you need to help me up now.”
“I think you can hold it a bit longer.”
“ERIC!” his shout was punctuated with a gas bubble larger and harder than any he had ever felt, causing him to gasp with surprise and pain and grab at his belly with one free hand.
Eric smoothed his hand up and down Leo’s back.
“Just let it happen,” he said, and Leo couldn’t help but nod.
“Ahh…aahhh…” he breathed heavily, his lungs working hard to keep up with the rest of his body. He felt like he couldn’t inflate them all the way, like there was something stopping them from doing so in his gut.
Leo whimpered and whined, holding his belly as his ass shook with the effort of holding everything in. He couldn’t let it go here, he couldn’t. He was just getting ready to stand up and make a clumsy dash for the toilet when another gas bubble came, even harder than the last, and he couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure of the water and the flutterings coupled with the desperation of his body forced out the plug.
In a half squat, one hand holding onto the side of the tub, the other supporting the underside of his belly through the cramping pain of the enema, his bowels noisily emptied. There he remained, belly heaving, legs shaking, as the contents of his intestines splattered all over Eric’s bathtub. The humiliation was too much; Leo was not a shy person, but he did have his limits. He felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes.
Eric saw them and wiped them away, “It’s okay, Leo, it’s okay…just let it all out. There you go.”
“Nggghh…ngggggghh…” Leo continued to grunt out his shit and his discomfort. Eric took to rubbing his now sweaty stomach, even dipping his big hand down to toy with Leo’s somehow pristine cock.
After about ten minutes of this, it seemed the worst was over.
“There,” Eric told the now calmed Leo. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
“It does,” Leo nodded, voice still a little shaky. “It…it was good, actually. I liked it.”
“You learn something new everyday.”
“…Yeah, whatever, you fucking gorgeous limp dick. Help me get cleaned up. You bastard. That was fucking amazing.”
Eighteen Weeks After Conception
Leo was huge, and Eric was completely in love with him for it. He followed him secretly every now and then throughout the day, not only out of paternal investment, but also out of personal curiosity and gratification. How did Leo get his daily duties done with a belly that looked like an oversized beach ball? How did he maintain his balance? How did other people look at his monstrosity of a gut?
The other day Leo had dropped a pen in the hallway and struggled to get low enough to actually reach it; he’d had to spread his legs and slowly squat to even consider the possibility. He carried things now by partially balancing them on the top of the notable mound. He had to, there was no room in his arms otherwise.
His gait had changed markedly over the past weeks, Eric had noted. In the beginning, Leo’s pregnancy hadn’t affected his bodily movements very much and everything had been very much the same. But as the pregnancy progressed, Leo’s hips seemed to take on a cross between a sway and a waddle while in motion – in fact, Eric would say it almost appeared as if they were marginally widening with each passing week, for each passing week the waddle/sway was getting more and more pronounced.
Carrying his belly put a lot of strain on him, curving his back sharply at the bottom. This forced the small man to throw his front load forward and his head and shoulders backward in an attempt to even out his taxing weight distribution.
This was not the only change.
In addition to his growing belly, Leo had also started growing small breasts. Eric had noted them in full for the first time four weeks ago, when the brunet had complained that they were aching. Eric had assumed the accumulating breast tissue was just a side effect of Leo’s additional weight gain, but it turned out they were something much more utilitarian.
Eric had straddled the small man’s thighs in bed, leaning over Leo and rubbing at his swollen, pink nipples with large, dexterous fingers. He tugged and smoothed, turned and twisted. And that’s when they both discovered that Leo was producing milk in his mammaries.
“What the hell is that?” Leo asked quizzically, looking seriously concerned about his body for the first time since his morning sickness went away.
Thinking quickly, Eric supplied, “You’ve had a lot of body changes these past few months, yeah? It’s got to do with your hormones. Too much of them, and then this stuff starts happening.”
Leo seemed to mull this information over in his head, and Eric waited apprehensively for his response.
I don’t want this to be over so soon…
“Hormones, you said?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh…well, whatever you’re doing, it feels like a fucking miracle so keep it up.”
“You got it.”
And so, added to their routine, was a daily “milking”. If Leo went too long without stimulation, his small breasts got so uncomfortable he couldn’t focus on his work. Eventually, to save time, Eric bought a milk pump. They used it together often, Leo sometimes alone. It was the perfect opportunity, really, because Eric secretly took what was produced and froze it in storage. He figured by the time the baby was born, Leo might not want to feed it himself 24/7. Any new mother appreciated a respite, and that’s where a generous store of milk came in handy.
Eric also used these opportunities to feel out the baby, limbs, arms, the head. He liked to know where the baby was positioned, though judging by how hard it was for Leo to catch his breath and how often he went to the restroom, Eric figured the baby was compressing his lungs and sitting right on his bladder. Sometimes, he felt kicks, a fluttering against his large hand, to which Leo would grunt and say, “Gas.”
But that was four weeks ago. Now that Leo was, biologically, thirty six weeks pregnant, it seemed it was easier for him to breathe. That meant, according to what Eric had read, that the baby was descending into the pelvis, preparing for its imminent birth. This was in sync with Leo complaining of discomfort in his pelvis, and he was endlessly shifting around while stationary, trying in vain to make himself comfortable. Also, Leo’s nipples were widening, darkening, the same shade as the line on his belly. Easier for the baby to see. He had taken to small unconscious nesting behaviors, like organizing his closet and asking Eric to help him clean his modest apartment in the Bronx.
Eric had only two more weeks to wait.
Twenty Four Weeks After Conception
The baby had not yet arrived. It was three weeks late, which meant that, biologically, Leo was carrying a baby ten months and two weeks at term. This worried Eric. There was an important merger going on at the company, the joining of two firms coming to a crux, and he hadn’t had much time to spend with Leo one-on-one as they liked. He had especially wanted to keep a close eye on the smaller man as his due date approached, particularly because Eric was the only one who knew what was actually happening to him. But both their busy schedules meant they rarely crossed paths, and neither of them had spent more than ten minutes with the other in weeks.
Eric could tell that Leo was reaching the limits of his physical capacity. His clothes bordered on the unprofessional, they were drawn so tightly across and around him. His belly, apparently having reached its limit for outward growth a few weeks ago, began bulging and expanding at the sides. He really was beginning to physically resemble a ball, a ball that could barely walk and function as a normal human being.
Eric got out of his meeting early, and decided to go check on the other man. He walked down to Leo’s floor, but when he got to Leo’s desk, the pregnant man wasn’t there.
“Excuse me,” he stopped a passing clerical worker. “But why isn’t Leo in today?”
“Oh, him?” the woman nodded. “He called in sick today. Why? Did he miss something big?”
No, but I might be missing something big right now…literally.
Eric was filled at once with a healthy sense of fear and giddy excitement. Could this be the day?
“No, no everything’s fine. Thank you. Excuse me,” Eric dismissed the woman and rushed to the elevator.
Please, please wait for me.
He caught a cab and paid the driver extra to get to Leo’s place in half the time. Quickly, he buzzed into the building via the doorman and climbed the stairs to the third floor himself because the elevator seemed like too slow an option. Hands shaking with excitement, Eric pulled out his key ring and found the spare to Leo’s apartment.
He opened the door.
Leo hadn’t felt like getting out of bed that day. He had the energy, but something had felt off for some reason. A sense of some impending force. He supposed a lot of it had to do with the stress he was putting up with at work, mental, emotional, and physical. He considered himself a hard worker, but everyone needed an off day. He figured he might as well take this one as a freebie for himself.
He had been getting strange, shooting sensations down his legs ever since the pressure in his pelvis had appeared around four weeks ago. He was having difficulty sleeping, leaking nipples, swollen ankles, itchy stretching skin, and still insatiable hunger. The flutterings were the strongest they’d ever been, sometimes actually managing to take his breath away. He was generally uncomfortable. And last week, he’d had a serious internal freak out when he’d pulled off his boxer briefs and found the insides coated with some sort of slightly bloody, mucous discharge. He’d brushed it off because he hadn’t felt any different, and it didn’t happen again.
Now, however, he felt different.
As of that morning, he’d been getting low, strange, dully painful tightenings that started in his back and worked their way around to the front of him, reverberating up to his belly button. His prostrate was being stimulated somehow in all of this, and he was harder than he’d been in weeks. The strange sensation had happened more than once, each time getting slightly longer in duration and the frequency increasing but a few minutes.
He lounged on the bed, naked. Nightclothes were more of a hassle than they were worth. He stared at the ceiling, wishing something would happen to break the tedium of his boredom.
Then, the bedroom door opened, and there stood Eric. Leo smiled to himself.
Perfect.
Leo was a sight to behold, laying naked on top of his sleep-rumpled bed sheets. Eric hadn’t seen him naked in weeks, and just looking at him made the blond go half-hard. His belly was obscenely fecund, arcing away from his spine in a practically violent fashion. His abdomen demanded attention, the straining skin obviously struggling to contain the child within. The baby was low, Eric could see that even with Leo laying down. His abdomen bulged more and more dramatically as it got closer to his groin, taking on a torpedo-like shape. Leo’s breasts were still small, but they were pert and perched atop the great swell like little decorative afterthoughts. His bellybutton looked abused, red and swollen, five times its normal size by some strange feat of the body. His cock, too, was erect and pressing against the curvaceous underside of his mound.
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. Leo looked ready to burst, but he wasn’t in labor. Yet.
“Hey,” he said, stepping into the room. “I heard you were sick. Came over to make sure you were okay.”
Leo waved away his worries.
“Nah,” the brunet said, “I just…felt…strange today was all. I couldn’t bring myself to get to the office.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Yeah…,” Leo trailed off, then looked slyly to the side.
“So,” he began, “I’m pretty bored here…you want to make this day a little more interesting?”
Eric's cock stiffened eagerly to its full length.
"Of course," he said.
He climbed onto the bed, parting Leo's legs himself. He wrapped one hand completely around each swollen ankle and lifted them up onto his shoulders, Leo making little grunting noises of discomfort as he did so. The tops of Leo's thighs were pressed against the torpedoing slope of his abdomen and there was little room for proper maneuvering. The sides of his belly spilled over their natural limits, and up close Eric was mesmerized by the rhythmic rise and fall of that enormous bellybutton as Leo breathed.
"Well?" The brunet motioned. "You gonna fuck me or sit there?"
Eric smiled and released his cock from his pants.
"I'm going to fuck you," and he pushed inside without any lubrication. He didn't need any. Leo was incredibly loose, looser than he'd been in his entire life. Eric wouldn't have been surprised if he could fit the entirety of his massive hand into the small man's asshole.
He thrust into him deeply, sheathing and unsheathing the whole of his gargantuan width and length, relishing the sight of that small puckered anus expanding and contracting with his cock.
Eric put his hands on Leo's belly, and Leo moaned, lifting his own smaller hands to hang onto the headboard in his ecstasy. Eric felt all over and he thrust, his hands feeling out where the baby's head was situated, sitting right in Leo's groin.
"I'm so full," Leo moaned, and Eric was set into a frenzy.
He began pounding away like crazy, rocking the frame of the bed with each thrust, watching Leo's cock as it quivered and strained for its release. A glance up and he saw that the small man's breasts were leaking, apparently he had not milked himself today. The swollen, dark, erect nipples were dribbling milk down the sides of Leo's chest, and he didn't even seem to be noticing because he was in such a state of ecstasy.
"Ahh...ahhh...right there, Eric, fuck..." Leo's hips rolled, or rolled as well as they could manage under his massive load.
Eric helped him, catching him under the ass and driving his cock even deeper. Leo's thighs were compressed against his belly with each thrust, and he was grunting over and over again with the force of the impact.
"I'm...hngh...going to-" Leo's cock exploded, spraying cum all over his belly. His hands scrabbled for purchase at the headboard, his voice keening, his toes curling. At the same instant, Eric unwittingly breached some sort of stopper, a plug located deep in the reaches of Leo's interior. Leo gasped, and Eric saw the great surface of his belly visibly tighten and shift, it was moving, and moreover it was moving the general direction of downwards and out. Leo's insides contracted like a vice, pulling Eric's orgasm from him, pump after pump after pump of cum.
Eric felt something else on his cock in the depths of Leo, his cum churning around his penile organ. A peculiar wetness, one not caused by his own fluids.
"Oh...," Leo's voice trembled.
When Leo's interior loosened, Eric withdrew himself, as he did so he could feel Leo's body preparing to tense up again. When the head of Eric's cock exited Leo's anus, a strange milky stream of cum and some other fluid came out after it.
Leo had been fucked into labor.
Leo was in a thrill, enjoying the sensation of being filled, of being pounded into so roughly again and again. He could feel his cock struggling to release, and as he felt Eric brush past a point he rarely managed to push past, his orgasm was fucked out of him.
That's when it happened.
Something gave inside of him, something he heard quietly give a singular popping noise, and the aching pain from before seized him. But this time it was more intense. Intense enough to be actually uncomfortable. His belly tightened, but this time there was the distinct impression of something inside of him being moved. A flurry of the flutterings started up, battering his insides.
Meanwhile Eric was releasing inside of him, a massive load of cum, and Leo could feel it expanding within his interior as his semen-stuffed bowels contracted.
"Oh..." he said, unsure and surprised. He had never felt anything like this before.
He felt Eric leave him, but something else was coming out of his ass. Something unusual. It was wet, it was a steady stream, and it was soaking through the sheets on his bed. It had been mere seconds and already the fluid was seeping up into the linen under his back.
“Eric,” Leo made an attempt to right himself, but the gravity of his belly was too much. “Eric,” he continued to struggle. “What is that? Can you see that? What the fu-ohhhhhh...”
A great, sharp pain had worked its way through him, speared him through the bellybutton. A huge flutter, no, a pounding, followed shortly thereafter directly on top of his bladder. It took all of Leo’s self-control to keep his piss in. His hands went to hold his belly in confusion, his short arms unable to encompass its girth, reaching uselessly for the origin point of the tremor.
Eric got there first, since Leo couldn’t even reach that far. Eric’s hands were cold on his orgasm-heated abdomen, an almost welcoming feeling amidst the pain. Leo winced through another, this one starting low in his thighs, curling around his hips, twisting around his navel, and shooting up his spine. Leo swore he saw his girth actually move, the fecund mass making a slight push outwards, then sliding down deeper into his pelvis. There was a mounting pressure everywhere and anywhere beneath his ribs, and the matter of releasing that pressure seemed to be getting more urgent with each passing second.
“Eric,” Leo grimaced. “What’s happening…?”
This was it. This was the moment. Eric had debated with himself how this would play out over and over again, but now that they had actually gotten to this point he only had three words to say:
“You’re pregnant, Leo.”
There was a moment of stunned disbelief, something that did not happen to Leo often. In fact, Eric could count on one hand the number of times he’d actually managed to surprise him. Now he got to use the other hand, too, by the looks of it.
“…What.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“I know what you fu-raARGH,” Leo’s belly tensed under Eric’s fingers, the baby shifting downwards inside. After thirty seconds of breathless panting, all the while staring at Eric with burning intensity, the brunet continued.
“I know what you said,” he winced periodically. “But I can’t be pregnant. That’s…urgh…that’s-ARGHHH…impossible…”
Eric traced a finger up that dark, bisecting, now shivering line on Leo’s abdomen before speaking.
“Not for the right amount of cash.”
“I-I don’t…,” Leo’s belly heaved, “How?”
Eric began rubbing in circular motions on the small man’s pitifully swollen side.
“I put it in your drink. You told me you wanted to know what it was like to carry a baby. I told you I wanted kids. You remember.”
“Well, yes,” Leo grunted, unable to even prop himself up to look Eric in the eyes. “But I didn’t know you could actually do it. You should have told me, you fucking basta-ohhhhhhhh...”
His blue eyes screwed shut, riding through the pain Eric could physically see and feel in his contracting abdominal muscles.
Eric leaned forward and planted a kiss on the slope of Leo’s gut.
“I would have,” he explained, planting another kiss, further up the massive, now-glistening dome. “But I didn’t tell you that I, too, have a secret fantasy…to watch a man who didn’t know he was pregnant…,” another kiss, this time directly on top of that swollen knob of a belly button. “…give birth.”
Leo panted and huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Well, you fucking did it,” he groaned. “…I guess…it’s nice to know…uuuunnnghhhhhHHH…I’m not fat.”
“The baby should be coming out soon,” Eric assured him. “It’ll all be over. The supplier said the births were usually pretty fast. An hour, about.”
“God, I hope so.”
Five Hours Later
The baby wasn’t coming out. In fact, after the initial induction of labor, it appeared that it hadn’t made any progress at all. Leo was in agony. His breasts were still leaking milk, and sweat ran from every pore in his body. Eric was there to rehydrate him, but that was a small comfort to the aching, consuming pain which had become his body.
The hours passed slowly, and Leo had long since given himself over to his natural urges, trying to push the baby out but to no avail.
“We might not be in this situation if I had known I was pregnant,” Leo had said pointedly, when he still had energy, about three hours past.
“But Leo,” Eric had replied, “Where would you have gone? Men don’t get pregnant.”
And Leo had known he was right. Still, he needed to take his agony out on something, and the person who got him impregnated him just so happened to be the closest conduit for his pain-induced rage.
Leo was past the point of rage, and he was starting to get desperate.
“Check me,” he whined. “Please, please, check me.”
Eric nodded, his stamina running low as well, and he parted Leo’s legs further than they already were so he could shove his fingers into the ever-loosening asshole.
Leo winced, biting back a cry of pain and discomfort, keening as inside of him Eric’s fingers brushed against what they had concluded was fulfilling the role of a cervix.
“It hasn’t dilated any further,” Eric reported, withdrawing his hand. Leo choked on a wistful sob.
This is never going to end.
Eric had not left the space between Leo’s legs, however.
“What are you doing?”
“I have an idea. If fucking was what brought this on, maybe…?”
Leo understood perfectly.
“Do it,” he said, “Just fucking do it.”
I’m willing to try anything.
He felt Eric push inside of him for the second time that day, this time even less noticeably than the last. His anus had been stretched beyond comprehension. In fact, he didn’t even feel anything inside of him until Eric’s cock began to brush against his cervix. It took a considerable amount of work and leverage to get there. Eric’s hands were once again under Leo’s ass, lifting him on a sloping plane above the bed. The gravity of his belly was slipping towards his head, the baby inside not taking kindly to the disturbance of it’s hard work. Kicks pummeled Leo’s lungs and intestines, bowing out the thin membrane of his abdomen. It was not a pleasant sensation.
“Ready?”
Leo nodded, and Eric began.
With each thrust, Eric’s cock connected with the cervix. Shooting, agonizing pain radiated from the area, and Leo began to cry in earnest.
“It hurts,” he cried, “It hurts!”
Still, Eric pounded away, determined to fuck his plan into action. Each thrust was accompanied by a kick, and Leo could scarcely breathe. Eric’s thrusts were getting longer, choppier, with each subsequent kick or contraction. It wasn’t long before he exploded inside of Leo once more, coating his cervix with yet another bucket of cum. Again, Eric withdrew, setting Leo’s ass back on the bed.
Leo waited. Nothing.
“It didn’t-ohooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” Slowly and then all at once, he could feel changes inside of him. The pressure mounted, it came to such a head that Leo was sure his hips would split and his belly would split open like a bean cooked too long in a microwave. Instead, warm piss dribbled from between his thighs. His cock, once his bladder had been evacuated, slowly sprung to attention as his prostate began to register the stimulation. A burning, stretching, un-ignorable sensation began to take a hold in his ass.
This was it.
Eric watched as Leo gripped and grappled with himself, grasped onto his shiny, sweating, heavy heaving belly as if it were a lifeline. All at once, the mass within Leo moved downwards, bowing out the expanse of skin that covered the area between his bellybutton and his groin. Leo screamed.
“It’s coming, it’s coming,” he cried hysterically.
Eric could see Leo’s anus begin to widen preliminarily, for there was no head in view. He positioned himself between Leo’s legs once more, this time prepared to help their child into the world. But the minutes passed slowly, and still there was no sign of the baby.
“Are you pushing?”
“Of course I’m-NNNNNNNRRGGGHHHHHHAHHH!-pushing!” Leo wiggled his hips marginally, trying desperately to eject the mass of their child. “I’m trying, it’s impossible!”
“Nothing’s impossible!”
“I can’t do it,” Leo sobbed. “It’s too big. My hips…uuuuuuuuughhhHHH…my hips are too small to pass it.”
“I…”
“You’re a giant! I’m the size of a fucking ten-year-old, what did you THINK was going to happen!?” Leo screamed again, yet another useless contraction hardening the surface of his fecund gut. “You’ve killed me. I’m going to die…”
Eric was frightened, and then he grew angry. Angry at himself, angry at the situation, and angry at Leo for giving up so easily. He grabbed Leo’s hips, and while supporting his back, gave a savage twist so that Leo was laboring on his side. He held Leo’s legs wide open, one small leg propped on his shoulder at the knee, the other held still under his giant hand. Leo’s anus and now fully erect cock were exposed.
Leo cried out at the unexpected movement, looking at Eric in shock.
“What are you doing?! Have you gone fucking insane?!” he shrilled.
“Push.”
“I can’t do anything like this!”
“PUSH.”
Leo, tired and ready to try anything despite his earlier premonitions of failure, did as Eric bid. The blond watched the small man’s face turn pink, then red, then a dark shade of purple as he tensed each and every one of his muscles. Leo’s fingers dug into the soiled sheets and gripped at the headboard so tightly his nails turned white.
“Breathe. BREATHE.”
Leo beathed.
“Push.”
“I…I can’t…”
“PUSH.”
Leo pushed again, and slowly, slowly, the mass moved further downwards. The tiniest bulge began to form in his anus as the baby came down his canal.
“It hurts,” he sobbed, “It hurts so fucking ba-AAAAAHHHHHHH!” Leo’s hands went to grasp his belly, arms wrapped around it as if folding in on himself would make the pain go away.
“Eric,” he began again, “Eric, help me, help me, please. Make it stop…”
“Push.”
“Eric-“
“PUSH.”
The bulge was now sizable, a part of the baby’s head showing through an orange-sized opening. But that was it. The skin of Leo’s anus was stretched to practical transparency around it, in danger of tearing. If he tore, it could mean a lot of trouble for all three of them. Eric made a snap decision, and cupped his hand over the opening as Leo struggled.
“Hold it.”
“But you said you wanted-“
“HOLD IT.”
“NNNNNNNGGHHHHHHHAHHH!” was Leo’s only response, crying out as a contraction gripped him once more. His pushing now was involuntary, a natural instinct. Eric felt the top of the baby’s head push out slightly against his palm.
“HOLD IT.”
“AaaAHHHHAHH!”
Eric checked the skin around Leo’s anus – it seemed to be stretching fine.
“Push!”
Leo didn’t need to be told. He pushed, over and over again, and sliver by sliver the baby’s head became visible. But it was too big. Eric used his fingers to pull the skin over the head, pulling and pushing at it with the heel of his hand.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHNN!”
With a ‘slup’ and a great gush of pre-natal fluids, the head was free.
“The head’s out! Leo, the head’s out! You’re doing so good!”
Eric lay a hand on Leo’s laboring belly, still sizable but less so now that the head was no longer inside.
“Come on! One last big one!”
Leo’s hands dug into the sheets, and with one final cry the body slipped out, and Leo’s noises of pain comingled with the disgruntled wails of a newborn. His belly now looked deflated, empty, but loose like a leather bag that had once been over-stuffed.
Eric took the child gently in his arms, clearing the nose and mouth of natal debris, cutting the cord with a shoelace.
Leo was still lying on his side, panting, eyes closed. He was okay. He wasn’t bleeding.
Eric walked to the head of the bed, laying the infant between the two of them.
“Look,” he said softly, “Leo, look at our daughter.”
Leo opened his eyes, and met those of the biggest and most beautiful baby he’d ever seen.
“Our…,” he reached out a trembling hand, taking gentle hold of the still crying baby. He drew her close to his chest, where after gentle prodding she began to suckle.
He gaze met Eric’s, and he couldn’t recall a time or place where the blond had looked at him quite so lovingly.
“You’re lucky she looks like you,” he said, angry having melted away at the arrival of their own personal miracle.
Eric smiled, “What do you mean? She’s got your hair.” He reached a hand forward, smoothing Leo’s sweaty dark locks away from his forehead.
“You know what I mean,” Leo replied, going back to watching their daughter as she fed. “She’s a little big, isn’t she?”
Eric laughed. “Well, she should be. Technically she’s a month old.”
“Fuck, me. Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Forget about the ‘fuck, me’, I’m changing it to fuck you.”
Eric just laughed harder, and despite his aches, the lingering contractions as he delivered the afterbirth, and his complete exhaustion, Leo laughed too.
“How many of these did you want?” he asked, once they’d both calmed down.
“Three.”
“Three?! You’re doing them. I’m never doing this again. I’ll knock you up.”
“Leo…”
“What?”
“…it only works on guys under 150 pounds.”
“…fuck.”