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The Janitor Pt. 8
🕑 Added 2024-09-05 01:51:37 +0000 UTCSince you asked for it... I'm really enjoying putting my spin on this story and I'm happy it seems like you all are too. P9 is well on its way and will include another picture from @fulleclipsehex, but I'm going to post some other stuff in between.
Again, thanks for your patience while i deal with stuff. The memorial service is this Saturday, so hopefully after that, I'll have some more comfort and closure.
Anyway, without further ado, Part 8...
The Janitor - Revisited
By
Brimmingbelly04
Based on The Janitor
By
KomperaKlause
Part Eight
***
Come Monday morning, Derek was back at work, but not back in his office as it wasn't done being “refurbished” yet. Following Whitman's inadvertent attempted destruction of it, Derek was temporarily reassigned…
He was given a corner office, one bigger and nicer than his own, complete with a large, private full bathroom, which would definitely come in handy. Derek had always wanted a corner office and knew he'd get one one day, just not under these circumstances.
Per usual now, he didn't have anything to do. For the moment, that was fine with him because also per usual, he didn't feel like doing anything. He didn't feel like he could. Derek was honestly amazed he'd even made it into work at all.
He was sitting behind his new desk, squished in his chair (which had been moved) which despite its size, was hardly able to accommodate him anymore, its arms digging deep into his flanks, forcing his belly even further out in front of him. Even though Derek was just sitting there doing nothing, he was still gasping for breath as he clutched what he could of the giant mound overflowing his lap.
Not only did he not fit in his chair, the overly fertile VP didn't fit behind the bigger desk in his bigger, temporary office. Had he any actual work to do, Derek would've had to turn to the side because facing the desk head-on, even with his pregnancy pressed hard against its edge, he still wouldn't have been able to reach the work surface.
It was absolutely absurd how huge he was getting… It shouldn't have been possible, and yet it was. Lucky him.
Finally, even the janitor had to agree.
“Even I gotta admit,” Matt said when he came to deliver the VP another shake he hadn't asked for. “This is pretty fuckin’ insane! Things have never gone this far before,” he shook his head while keeping his gaze fixed on his biggest, most favorite preggo.
While Derek found that easy to believe, hearing it didn't make things any better. Far from it…
“Last night was fun, wasn't it?” Matt asked.
Last night… Derek rolled his eyes but remained silent and otherwise didn't respond as he replayed the ill-advised but admittedly hot evening in his head.
Even though he'd promised himself he wouldn't, he'd texted Matt to come over. Once again, his incessant, carnal need won out, easily defeating what little remained of his willpower.
Given his size and how much he was genuinely struggling to maintain some sense of mobility, they had to get a little creative with positioning. Nothing special, Derek just ended up on his side in bed, with his enormous pregnancy jutting out feet in front of him, its upper side almost matching his shoulder in height.
He just lay there as Matt parted his fat cheeks and sunk into him again. He grunted and groaned as the janitor pistoned in and out, slowly and gently, as if he was afraid he was going to break Derek. Break his water, that is. He probably was.
But the thirty-three year old and the copious amount of “water” he contained didn't break. They didn't break either time. At the end of both rounds, Matt released a huge torrent of cum and both times, Derek took it and held it in. Practically sucked it in, because fuck if for whatever messed up reason, he craved it.
In some very, very demented way, it felt good. It felt right. That being said, it felt even more right when following their second round, Matt got up and left.
The janitor wasn't playing house as often anymore, probably back at Ben's, fucking more babies into him. Derek was fine with that.
“I can't believe you're still letting me fuck you, and sometimes even asking me to!” Matt taunted.
Derek couldn't believe it either. Actually, that's a lie… He totally could, he just didn't want to.
He had a harder time believing he was drinking another drug-ladened shake, but of course he was because of course, he was ravenous. The shake wasn't going to be enough, especially considering all the appetite enhancers the thirty-three year old knew it contained. The lunch he was going to have Tammy order him was going to have to be particularly massive today. Fuck…
Following his last swallow of creamyshake, a stray whimper came up Derek's throat. All of a sudden, his severely cramped innards simultaneously throbbed as several babies stirred all at once.
“Even with the obviously winning combination of ingredients I came up with especially for you,” Matt chuckled, referring of course to all the drugs. “I'm genuinely surprised you haven't popped yet! You're really somethin’ else, Carter!” He smirked. “Damn, I picked me a good one!” He winked.
Derek rolled his eyes as he let out a low groan. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks!” The janitor replied, genuinely accepting the “praise.” “Not only do you continue to amaze me, you helped push Ben to the next level,” he smirked again. “He wants to be the next you! I'm not sure he's up to it,” he shrugged. “But I'm sure as shit happy to let him try!”
If there was anyone in the world “up” to getting as pregnant as Derek now was, it was Ben Whitman. Why he’d want to made no sense to him, but to be fair, pretty much nothing made sense to Derek anymore, but anyway…
Till if and when Whitman was fortunate to have his apparent dream come true, Derek was Matt’s biggest preggo. He’d grown to be the largest of all the janitor’s “victims,” however many there were out there, because he was special. Awesome.
He already knew what the janitor's answer was going to be, but he still had to ask. It certainly couldn't hurt.
“So, since I've managed to… amaze you so much… how ‘bout letting me give birth now?” Derek pantingly suggested.
Matt raised his brows. He looked amused, like he'd just seen a magic trick that was actually kind of impressive. But still he chuckled as he shook his head, just like the overstuffed executive knew he would because he held all the cards. All the power.
“You're smarter than to think I'd do that, big guy!” Matt teased. “Because you've proved yourself to be so amazing, we're keepin’ this goin’ as long as we can!” He smirked.
Fuck me! Derek internally lamented, only to immediately take it back. Please DON'T fuck me! He corrected himself, all while knowing he was lying, because Matt would most certainly fuck him again.
Fucked as he already was, Derek knew he was going to “accept” more of the janitor's babies because of how badly he needed it. It being Matt's cock, not any more of his offspring, but unfortunately, the two literally came together, just as they had twice the night before.
The hunky janitor sighed as he continued to take in the wonderful sight of his biggest, most favorite and special, victim. “I could just stand here and look at you all day.”
“You pretty much… do,” Derek replied with a belch as he held out the large cup he'd emptied without even realizing it.
“You know you like it… All the attention I pay you,” Matt winked.
“I get more than enough… attention now, thanks to… you,” Derek burped again as his unfortunate baby-daddy took the cup. “You can… go now,” he groaned as he tried to sit further back, the arms of the chair preventing him from being able to do so.
“Aww, do I have to?” Matt playfully whined, causing Derek to cringe.
It made him think about all the whining he'd hear in the future, once all of he and Matt's babies were capable of doing so, to say nothing of all the crying they'd surely do in the meantime. Derek cringed again when he thought about how bad all the whining would be when the kids became teens, and how he'd be the only one there to have to deal with it. Fuck.
“Yes, you fucking have to!” He spat out, just managing to do so in one breath before burping yet again.
Fuck… Derek had absolutely no room left. His third belch left him breathless and gasping as both hands went where else, but his belly.
“OK, fine,” Matt agreed. “Only ‘cause stress is bad for Mommy and babies!” He winked before turning and heading for the door. “Don't go and worry your crazy pregnant self… I'll be back!” He promised over his shoulder.
Matt could've saved his breath. Derek knew he'd come back. He always did, and he always allowed it.
Derek knew it was past time he do something, but what? As soon as he had his new office to himself again, relatively speaking anyway, he got to thinking…
***
After months of not knowing what to do, all of a sudden in just minutes, he came up with an idea. As soon as he did, Derek couldn't believe he'd had it, because it was insane. Like Ben Whitman, insane, which kind of made sense considering the idea heavily involved the former CEO.
In his plethora of free time, Derek had done a little more digging into Ben. While he hadn't earned everything he could've during his tenure, it turned out that Micronacore had given him a pretty sweet golden parachute, obviously in order to get rid of him quickly, before questions like the one Derek was now facing had arisen.
As the old adage goes, desperate times call for desperate measures, and in his soon-to-be thirty-four years, Derek had never been more desperate. He was presently so desperate for just somewhat of an out, that he was willing to go deeper down the ludicrous rabbit hole he found himself in.
With a loud grunt he followed up with a groan, the stupidly fecund VP slowly and awkwardly turned his chair to the side so he could reach his desk, but more importantly, the phone he'd left on it. He set it and both hands atop his mammoth swell, right in front of his once again engorged tits, all while trying not to think about the pressure he felt quickly building up in them.
As soon as he unlocked his phone, Derek ignored the notification of another missed call from Dr. Porter, and opened his texts. There, he also ignored an unread message from the supposed specialist and immediately started composing one to Whitman, keeping it short and sweet.
*Please call me when you can
He wrote before setting his phone down in his cleavage for relatively easy retrieval when the time came.
Derek hoped he'd hear from Ben soon, before he changed his mind, or before he had another, even more ridiculous idea. Fortunately, he did. A few seconds later, his phone vibrated, jiggling his breasts and causing both nipples to spurt into his already damp bra.
“Ben?!” He answered all flustered.
“Hey, hey,” the former CEO replied, sounding calm even over a rather loud chorus of babbling babies.
“Is now a good time?”
“I called, didn't I?” He chuckled.
“Right. Yeah, so, um…” Derek hesitated.
He wasn't going to tell Ben his entire idea. He couldn't. To a degree, Whitman was undeniably insane, but if he knew what Derek was fully up to, even he wouldn't go along with it.
“I don't have all day…” Ben said gently after a few more seconds of silence. “I'm about to…”
“So I thought about it some more and, um…” Derek jumped back in. “Yeah, so, I was wondering if your last… offer still stands?”
This time, it was Whitman who went quiet for several seconds, during which Derek just about shit a brick in anxious anticipation of his response. If Ben's offer was no longer on the table, he was screwed, but not literally, like he needed to be.
“Yeah, it still stands,” Ben finally replied, causing Derek to let out a loud sigh of relief. “Wow…” he chuckled. “A little desperate, huh?”
“You have no idea!” Derek honestly replied before quickly throwing in, “I could really use some attention.”
“I take it that means you've been avoiding Matt?”
“As much as I can,” he lied.
“But still not entirely?”
“I'm trying!” Derek huffed, which was pretty much another lie because no, he really wasn't. “Sorry,” he sighed. “I'm just…”
“Desperate. I get it.”
“Kinda figured you would!” He chuckled.
“Well the girls are both here today and for the rest of the night, which means I can step away whenever for some fun, and I do plan on having some fun with you, Derek… As much as we can.”
Whitman sounded kind of like Matt. The realization made Derek shudder till he remembered the former CEO was just looking to fuck, not breed him, even though without knowing it, that's precisely what he'd (hopefully) end up doing.
“Whatever fun we have, I know it'll be great!” Derek nearly cooed, hoping it would further amp Ben up, not that he seemed to need any encouragement.
Himself on the other hand? Well he was a different story.
Yeah, Derek could just think of getting with Ben as another hookup, but it was more than that. Way more, even if all he'd be able to do was Lay there and take it. This encounter, like way too many he'd had with Matt, was hopefully this time, going to result in adding at least one more baby to his already overcrowded womb, if not more.
If he managed to get pregnant with just one Whitman, Derek would be set. Ben had loads more money than he did, as well as a well-developed and capable support team already in place. If they added another nanny or two, Ben probably wouldn't even notice if and when Derek basically schlepped all his kids off on him.
But the thing is, in order for this all to ultimately work, “him” would actually have to be “them,” at least for a little while. Ben didn't know it,but covertly, the very desperate Derek was planning their foreseeable future. A future in which hopefully, he'd be able to get back some semblance of normalcy.
Honestly, to a large degree, he didn't care what happened to Ben. Matt could keep knocking him up till his uterus finally gave and he exploded. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen because then there'd be a chance that Derek would get saddled with all the kids, but at least at that point he'd presumably have Whitman's money, most of which he'd end up spending on childcare, but anyway…
“So sometime today..? Tonight..?” Ben coaxed when Derek stayed silent again.
“Can't do today or tonight,” the thirty-three year old replied, forcing himself back to the present.
“Oh…” Ben said, sounding disappointed. “I guess you're not that desperate after all?”
“Oh, I am!” Derek quickly confirmed with an anxious laugh. “But I've got a work thing tonight that I'm busy getting ready for,” he explained.
“More power to you!” The now stay-at-home dad/mommy huffed. “But I can't believe you're still working?!”
“I don't have much choice… I'm not making CEO money, yet.”
Whitman chuckled. “I know everyone in your position wants to be the big boss one day, but believe me when I say, being a CEO really isn't all it's cracked up to be.”
“I believe you,” Derek said. “But I'd still like the chance to find that out for myself!”
“Don't worry, I think you will. In one way or another…” Ben said, kind of cryptically. “In a lot of ways, the position I hold now is a lot like being a CEO,” he went on. “There's a lot of strategizing and problem solving and of course, I'm always looking for ways to continue to grow the family business…” he concluded in a chuckle.
While he probably shouldn't have, Derek found it amusing that Ben still seemed so intent on convincing him that not only was he OK with what he'd become, but that he was happy about it. Maybe he actually was? Derek hoped that was the case considering the trajectory his “family business” seemed to be on, but that didn't mean he'd ever be convinced to accept such a fate.
Naturally, Derek kept this to himself. He needed Ben on his side. He needed him to breed him. To put babies inside him. Fuck…
Could things get any more demented or twisted?! Ready or like it or not, he seemed destined to find out.
“So tomorrow..? Does that work for you?” He asked.
“Tomorrow's Tuesday,” Ben pointed out. “Don't you have to work?”
“If there's anything that needs my attention, I can do it remotely.”
He chuckled. “I forget that's such a big thing nowadays.”
“Yeah, it is. Super convenient. Anyway..?”
“Tomorrow works. Just lemme know when you're on the way.”
Derek readily agreed. “You're a huge lifesaver!”
“You're the huge one right now!” Whitman countered with another chuckle before ending the call.
Derek couldn't deny that. Coming from Ben, being called huge was a compliment, not a dig. The thirty-three year old sighed in relief again as he set his phone down on his belly. Now, onto the next part…
Work wasn’t why he couldn’t go see Ben today. Work? What even was that anymore? Shit… No, the reason Derek wasn’t already on his way to Whitman’s was because first, he needed to see Matt. Why? Because when he went to see Ben, Derek wanted to be as “prepared” as possible. “Prepared” meaning he wanted to have the best possible chance of getting pregnant with Whitman’s baby/babies.
The fecund VP wasn’t sure how big a role the janitor’s sperm played, but safe to say it was potent. It was safer to say though that the drugs Matt had been dosing him with played a bigger role, so Derek needed access to them. All of them, since he didn’t know which did what?
Because he wasn’t capable of sneaking around, in order to get to the drugs, he needed to go through Matt. He grabbed his phone again and sent the maintenance worker a text.
*I’m craving shake. Your babies are hungry AGAIN.
Matt texted back almost immediately. Of course he did though, it wasn’t like he was working,...
*Comin’ right up, big man ;-P
Derek groaned at his use of a cute, little emoji and the stupid nickname. He tossed his phone back on his desk and then sat there anxiously stroking his massive middle as he waited.
***
Some twenty minutes later, during which Derek actually did start to feel hungry, Matt was back in his office with not one, but two gallons of shake. Hungry as he was, as soon as he saw the jugs, Derek felt sick, but since Matt's shakes were the only way he had access to the fertility drugs at the moment, he needed to drink them.
“Wanna come over tonight?” He asked as he held his hands out for the first jug.
“Why?” Matt asked as he ambled over to the dry bar in the corner to grab a glass.
Derek huffed. “Why do you think?”
“Oh, I dunno?” The janitor shrugged, smirking down at him as he held out the glass.
The fecund VP waved it away as he twisted off the cap, leaned in over his tits and tummy, and promptly started to chug.
“Damn!” Matt grunted. “You weren't kidding ‘bout havin’ a craving, were you?”
Derek shook his head, careful not to spill any creamy shake in the process. After a few more big gulps, he pulled back and took in as deep of a breath as he could, which wasn't very deep at all.
“All that crap you put in here… The babies like it too much,” he griped as he used his gree hand to stroke his bulging belly. “So, can you come over tonight?” He asked before adding a demure, “Please?” which he unintentionally followed up with a big belch.
Mark's smirk became a grin. “Yeah, I can come over,” he nodded as he took in the magnificent sight before him. “So long as I can cum in you..?” He wagged his brows.
Derek had been expecting a request/commentary along those lines. Still, he rolled his eyes, even though finally, he too was playing a game. Now, he was waddling a fine line between doing what Matt said and what he unfortunately needed to.
“Was that a yes?” Matt asked.
Derek nodded as he brought the jug back to his mouth. Just before his moist lips made contact,he said, “Bring this stuff,” as he gave the jug a gentle shake. “Lots of it,” he nodded again before getting back to chugging.
He made a point to look like he was really enjoying it, even though he wasn't.
Matt cocked his head in surprise. “Pregnancy brain hasn't made you forget what that stuff does to you, has it?”
His biggest and most prized preggo grunted and rolled his eyes again. “I'd have to be brain dead to forget!” He replied following his latest swallow.
“And yet you still want me to bring over lots of it?” He double checked.
He had no intention of denying Derek. Not of this ask, anyway… Matt had been waiting for the brimming VP to reach this point: the point of true need and addiction, just like Whitman.
Unaware Derek was now actually playing him, the janitor could hardly contain his excitement as he wanted to hear the other man say he needed it. To admit out loud that he wanted it, wanted and was willing to take more despite everything. Matt did and didn't get his wish…
His biggest “victim” to date was too busy gulping down shake to respond with words. Instead, Derek replied with a needy nod and creamy moan. Matt grunted in appreciation as he adjusted his rapidly inflating cock, not bothering to be discreet about it, but why would he?
“I'll bring lots,” he nodded as he set the second jug on the desk, making sure it was within relatively easy reach. “I'll bring enough stuff to make as many shakes as you want, so long as I get to put as many more babies in you as I can!” He smirked, his tone not just husky, but a bit malicious as well.
More babies were the last things Derek wanted or needed, but they were all he could come up with that would ultimately, somewhat get him out of this mess. He moaned again, making sure it sounded seductive as he carefully nodded his “consent.”
So long as everything went according to plan, Matt wouldn't end up putting any more babies in him. Not tonight, anyway… Going forward, as much as he wanted to, Derek still couldn't promise that would always be the case. Shit…
As the thirty-three year old continued chugging from the first jug of shake, Matt watched him intently, sometimes playing with or adjusting his cock. The fecund exec knew the maintenance worker was trying to draw his attention to his member, but he refused to give it to him. Thankfully, delicious as it was, Derek had no choice but to really focus on consuming yet another alarming amount of drugged shake.
“I know you don't do much but sit around and get bigger and fatter with my babies now,” Matt taunted. “But do try and take it easy today, OK, big guy?” He said as he turned to leave. “You're in for a loooooong night,” he emphasized. “And remember…” he said over his shoulder. “You're the one who asked for it, so don't even think about whining later!”
As soon as his blackmailing baby-daddy closed the door behind him, Derek set down the jug he'd already almost fully drained. What contents remained were still sloshing about as he belched so loud, long and massively, it caused his lips to flap uncontrollably for the next several seconds, like Barney from “The Simpsons.”
“Fuuuck…”
As the thirty-three year old further exhaled, his hands went where else but his belly, which felt bigger and tighter than ever before. Derek groaned as he felt the underside of his shirt's buttons pressing harder against him.
“This better… BUUUUUURP!!! Work. Fuuuck…” he groaned. “It better be… BUUUUURP!!! Worth… it!” He panted, once again almost dangerously short of breath.
Smart as he was (or had been, prior to finding himself in this literally HUGE mess, Derek knew the plan he'd come up with was a total crapshoot at best. It's (unlikely) success hinged on a lot of things coming together perfectly, in his favor for a damn change, some of which he still needed to not only figure out, but acquire.
Again, total crapshoot, if he got lucky for once.
Following another sigh which was not full of relief, Derek grabbed his phone and the first jug of shake again. As he pulled up his contacts list, he brought the jug back to his mouth and started drinking from it again. He'd just finished off the jug when John answered.
“Well if it isn't the infamous Derek Carter…” the private investigator greeted. “I'd ask how you are, but I think I have a pretty good idea considering I'm always either seeing you on TV, or reading about you,” he said in a somewhat mirthful tone.
Derek opened his mouth intending to release a dry chuckle, but instead, he released another giant, lip-flapping, “BUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!”
“Jesus Christ!” John shouted. “What the…” he started to ask, voice fading as he obviously pulled the phone away from his ear in equal parts disgust and dismay.
“Ooof, sorry!” The once again panting, CorpaCorp VP apologized. As soon as he had, he got down to business. “I need a… another favor. A… big one.”
“Just how big are you talking? As big as you've gotten?!” The PI chuckled. “Shit, Derek… You're huge! I've never seen anyone get so pregnant?! I didn't even know it was…”
“Yeah, well it… is, and… the favor..? It's bigger than… that. That being… me. I need… drugs,” the thirty-three year old haltingly replied.
Aside from his labored breaths, the call went silent for a few seconds before John replied less than enthusiastically, “You need drugs?”
“BUUUUUUURRRPPP!!! Fuck! Ooof, sorry!” Derek apologized again. “I might just need… one drug? I dunno? I…”
“What do you need drugs for?” John cut back in. “If it has anything to do with your pregnancy, I'm sorry, man, but I…”
“No!” Derek interrupted. “I need them for… him!”
“And who, pray tell, is him?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes as he reached for the second jug, still full of creamy shake. As soon as he had, Derek wished he hadn't groaned as it only wasted precious breath.
“Please, don't… fuck with me, John!” He panted. “I can…”
“Barely breathe?!” The PI finished for him. “I hardly noticed!”
“John…” Derek groaned.
“OK… Jokes aside, I know who you're talking about. Now tell me what you need to do to him, and when?” He requested, getting back to his usual, professional demeanor.
What previously would've only taken a minute, if that, ended up taking a lot longer, but eventually, Derek did tell him. To his credit, he told John everything. Every single thing. As he explained his plan, he became increasingly breathless because while doing so, he started gulping down the second jug of shake between already arduously spaced and paced sentences.
“Alrighty then…” John said very slowly once Derek finished sharing his latest plot twist. “Well shit!”
“Yeah, I… know. I know it's, BUUUUUURP!!! Crazy!” Derek said, panting even heavier and harder than before after having just finished the second jug of shake.
“Derek! It isn't crazy!” John disagreed. “It's insane! Truly fucking insane!”
“Insane enough you think it… might work?”
“Um, yeah… I guess?” The PI huffed. “Still, come on, man?! You just told me that you just had this idea?! Did you actually think it through?!”
“As much as I, ooof! BUUUUUURRRRPPP!!! Could!”
“So, I… I can't believe I'm even asking this!” John scoffed. “But you want to get even more pregnant with another man's babies?!”
Derek scoffed right back. “Not. Just… any man! Ben Whitman! He's…”
“Loaded and has a system in place, I get it! I…”
“That's what I need, John! T-the money! The system! T-the all of it!” He cut back in loudly, not shouting, but only because he didn't have enough air in order to do so.
“Derek…” John sighed. “I dunno what to tell you, man? I…”
“Just tell me, you'll… you'll help!” Derek pleaded.
“Alright, fine…” the PI sighed again. “I'll bring over what you need.”
“Ohmygod, ser…”
“Annnd, since you're so…” he trailed off for a second. “So…”
“Desperate?!” Derek offered, as if he hadn't said the word enough times already that afternoon.
John laughed, though he didn't sound amused or like he wanted to. “I was gonna say, pathetically fucked, but anyway…” he sighed again. “Consider this huge favor on the house, speaking of which, what time do you need me there?”
“F-five thirty?”
“That's pushing it, but I'll do my best.”
“Than… BUUUUUURRRRPPP!!! Fuck! Sorry, John… Anyway, thanks. T-thanks so… much!” The overdue, overly desperate, over it all thirty-three year old panted. “I'll see you… then,” he said before ending the call.
Fortunately for him, he did so just before letting loose another massive belch. Had he been forced to take another ridiculously long and loud burp to the ear, the PI would've rescinded his offer to help.
As Derek set his phone back on his desk, he looked around his new office. He sighed in frustration and disappointment over how he'd “earned” it and the fact it was only temporary. In a different life, he would've been thrilled, but not now. Now, not even a premium corner office could lift his mood. Almost nothing could…
OK, maybe he hadn't earned the office as he'd always assumed he would, but he'd earned it. Everything Derek was doing for CorpaCorp and Manternity… Making a fool of himself for them! The least they could do (aside from letting him keep his job) would've been to keep the office too, but he'd been told under no uncertain circumstances that his reassignment was just temporary.
As such, Derek decided today, to say fuck it. Since he didn't have another CorpaCorp/Manternity “puppet show” on his schedule, he decided to do what he should've been doing more often anyway, and leave work early.
While he was still seated sideways at his desk, meaning most of it remained within relatively easy reach, as he turned to look at it, the thirty-three year old realized he couldn't reach his desk phone. He could've had he tried, but he didn't want to.
Eager as he was to escape his corporate prison, thanks to the two gallons of hunger-inducing (amongst other things) of shake he'd consumed, Derek was starving again, so before he headed home, he wanted, no, needed lunch. Priorities.
Instead of struggling to reach his desk phone or just using his cell phone, he shouted for Tammy. His summons must've sounded quite urgent because she burst into his office just a few seconds later, looking somewhat frazzled and out of breath.
“Is everything… OK, Derek?” She panted.
He couldn’t help but smirk as he nodded. “Everything’s fine.”
“Oh thank goodness!” Tammy exhaled. “When you shouted, I thought it might be… that maybe it was time?”
“Don’t I wish!” Derek rolled his eyes. “But it’s only time for lunch. Now write this down,” he instructed as his hands explored his belly. “We’re really hungry again. Today, we’ll have…”
***
Derek barely left early. After his gut-busting lunch, he felt like he was about to explode. Using the bathroom helped ease the internal pressure a little, but he still felt too stuffed to even think about cramming himself in the back of an Uber (even an XL,) so instead, he waddled over to the leather couch along the far wall and eased himself down onto it with a groan.
He literally needed to decompress. In doing so, Derek ended up passing out for a couple hours. As a result, despite saying five thirty would be pushing it for him, John beat him to his place.
The private investigator was standing outside waiting, phone in one hand, discreet paper bag in the other.
er. As soon as he heard someone laboriously approaching, the PI looked up from his phone. When he heard someone laboriously approaching, John looked up, eyes instantly widening.
“Holy fuckin’ shit!” He said in quiet, but evident shock. “You’re even bigger in person!” He said as he pushed off the wall, still staring at Derek, specifically (but of course, his belly.)
“Yeah…”
The thirty-three year old knew he looked huge ‘cause that’s precisely how he felt. He’d really gone overboard at lunch, ordering (and eating) three, triple decker clubs, and two family-size bags of barbecue chips. When he finally slowly waddled out of the office, not only was every single button on his shirt straining, but so was every other article of clothing now trying to contain him.
“I didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t know how many you’re having anymore, but now I do!” John continued. “I thought you were bullshitting me ‘cause I didn’t think that was possible, but evidently it is!” He nodded as he slowly eyed Derek up and down.
“Yeah… It’s… possible,” the breathless executive confirmed as he lumbered past, key ready to unlock the door.
“It’s already open. Found your extra key,” the PI informed, sounding less than enthused. If he had anything to say about Derek’s security practices, he kept it to himself.
The huge preggo grunted. “Then what’re you…”
“I waited out here ‘cause I didn’t wanna scare you into labor, but now that I’ve seen you in person, maybe I should’ve?!” John mused as he slowly followed him inside, closing and locking the door behind them. “I swept the place while I waited. It’s clean. No bugs or cameras.”
“Thanks,” Derek exhaled as he waddled to the island and leaned against it,his belly pulling his back into a deep arch as it threatened to pull him to the floor. “Fuuuck…” he groaned as he palmed his pregnancy with his free hand.
Following all that shake and yet another massive meal, needless to say, there was just so much pressure… Derek felt like he was about to blow, but no such luck. What did finally blow though were two of the most severely strained buttons on his shirt. Unable to take the weight, strain and pressure of his belly, they bounced off the side of the island and then went ricocheting across the kitchen floor.
“Are you sure this is the right thing to do, Derek?” John questioned again, watching intently as the fecund exec's clutching, rubbing and button popping revealed more and more of his huge, heaving and hanging swell.
He tried to look anywhere else, but he simply couldn't avert his eyes. As John mentioned on the phone, he'd seen Derek online and on TV, but seeing him up close and in person was different. Very different and honestly, disturbing.
Derek looked over at him. He remained silent and let his gaze do the talking. No, John, I'm not fucking sure this is the right thing to do, but I have no clue what else to do?!
“Do you have a… better idea?” He asked, still panting for breath. “Anything else?”
The PI shook his head.
“Then please, quit asking.”
John nodded as he set the bag on the island. “Here's what you need. Give him two of each pill.”
Derek groaned. “How am I supposed to… do that?”
“Crush them up and mix them in the whiskey I got,” John replied. “Matt's a whiskey guy, he'll drink it,” he nodded.
Derek wasn't surprised John had done some more digging into the maintenance worker, but he still wasn't convinced. “I've never given him anything before,” he shook his head before silently adding to himself, ‘Except my fucking body, to have his damn way with again and again!’ “He always just takes.”
“Well then hopefully, he'll take the whiskey,” John shrugged.
“And if he doesn't?”
He shrugged again. “Guess you'll have a lotta shake to drink?
Derek groaned. Shit. But his plan hadn't failed yet. There was still hope…
“Thanks, John. Now I really owe you.”
“Yeah, you do!” The PI grunted in agreement. “I know I told you before, but a lot’s changed since then… Anyway, now, you need to be really careful, Derek,” he cautioned.
“I know.”
“If you get your hands on Matt’s stash, take pics of the bottles and send them to me. I’ll see if I can figure out what’s what and how much you should be taking, not that you even should!
Derek nodded and grunted as his hands went to his lower back and he slowly straightened up, belly leading the way by several feet. With another grunt, he hoisted the massive orb up onto the island and sighed as the granite took some of the pressure and strain off his back. Some, but not all. In the process, another two buttons went shooting across the kitchen.
John did his best to not outwardly react as he caught sight of even more of Derek’s belly. This time, he finally managed to quickly look away.
“Um, I… I better go,” he said as he suddenly turned to leave. “Lemme know how things work out.”
“Yeah,” Derek replied, not bothering to see the PI out. “Thanks again,” he said as reluctantly, he let his belly slide off the island. He grunted again as he was forced to take back its full weight and strain. “Fuck…” he grumbled as he heard the front door open and shut.
He wanted so much to waddle his huge, heavy ass to the bedroom to lay down, but he needed to get ready for Matt's arrival. Glancing at the microwave clock, Derek saw he had about forty minutes before he could expect the janitor, which in his previous life would've been more than enough time to accomplish everything he needed to beforehand, but not anymore.
Turning to the side some could access the island with his hands rather than his belly, Derek removed two Ziploc bags from the paper bag, each of which contained two pills. As he pulled out the nice bottle of whiskey John had also been kind enough to provide, the regrettably sober daddy-to-be couldn't wait till he'd be able to drink again.
Once he'd finally given birth to all the babies he was packed with (and those still to come) Derek wondered if he'd end up becoming an alcoholic? While that wouldn't be good, he now knew all too well that there were far worse things he could be…
Derek had done some shitty things in the past, but he'd never drugged anyone before. Even though drugging Matt was now necessary, Derek still didn't feel good about it… He reminded himself that nothing bad would actually happen to the janitor, other than it would be the beginning of the end of his hold on him.
So long as everything went according to his hastily concocted plan, the drugs John provided would keep Matt from being able to get it up and would cause him to pass out, rendering him for the first time harmless to the corporate exec. Once Matt was out, Derek would have the time he needed to go through the janitor's stash of drugs and gather some for himself.
While on paper, this part of the plan was relatively simple enough, it remained what made Derek so anxious. All he could do was hope that Matt would be in the mood for some good whiskey when he got there and that the pills didn't affect its taste, otherwise, well, he didn't want to think about it…
With some five minutes to go before he knew he could expect the janitor, the thirty-three year old waddled over to the cabinet he kept his crystal in, and pulled out the proper glass for whiskey. Next, he wobbled over to the freezer and removed a silicone mold containing a sphere of ice that would very slowly melt. Crystal set on the island, Derek first poured the whiskey, then added and mixed in the crushed pills, making absolutely sure all the powder dissolved before finally adding the ball of ice.
Drink made, he tottered back and stared at it. “This better work!” He sighed and shook his head as he set to undoing what few buttons remained on his shirt.
***
When there was a knock on his door, Derek was and wasn't surprised. Given everything Matt knew about him, he had to know about his extra key too but for some reason, he never used it.
“Here we go…” the thirty-three year old muttered as he headed out of the kitchen to go let the janitor in.
He was still wearing the latest shirt he'd ruined/outgrown, but with all of its buttons either blown or undone, it was pushed to the sides of his belly, fully revealing it and his breasts. In the couple minutes he'd had to spare before the janitor's arrival, Derek managed to work off his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him only wearing a very strained pair of black bikini briefs, which weren't even visible from the front.
When Matt saw him, the results of his comical (to Derek, anyway) appearance were instantaneous…
“God damn!” The janitor loudly exclaimed as soon as Derek had opened the door wide enough to almost fully reveal himself.
“Oh shut up!” Derek rolled his eyes as he cautiously stepped back, begrudgingly allowing the hunky janitor access to his place yet again. “Yeah, yeah… I'm glad you came, but…”
Matt's loud laugh cut him off. “I haven't cum yet, big guy!” He winked as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder.
“I suppose you… haven't,” Derek rolled his eyes again as he made a very wide turn to the right and started plodding back towards the kitchen. “Now come on…”
He didn't have to look back to check if the janitor had complied with his request. With each small, rather unsteady step he took, Derek felt his fat ass gobbling up more of his briefs in the back, as well as his blackmailing baby-daddy's eyes boring in on them.
“Looks like your ass is hungry too!” Matt noted with a chuckle after he’d closed and locked the door.
“Sure is,” Derek groused as he reached the island and let out a grateful sigh as he leaned back over it.
Matt took his backpack off and set it next to him. Derek looked at it, knowing the drugs he “needed” were inside.
“What’s this?” Matt asked, nodding at the glass of whiskey.
“It’s for you.”
“It’s whiskey.”
“Yeah..?”
“It's good whiskey…”
“I like nice things,” Derek shrugged.
“And I like whiskey…”
“Well then I guess today's your lucky day?” He chuckled as he slowly circled his aching hips.
“Why though?” Matt asked.
“Why what?”
“Why is today my lucky day?” Matt asked. “Why break out the good stuff today? You never give me anything,” he shook his head.
Fuck! Derek thought. Keep it cool! He told himself. Lie and tell him you just wanted him to know how much you appreciate everything he's been doing for you!
But he couldn't do that. Not only would that be a lie, it would be one so blatant, Matt would probably see right through it. Quick as he could, Derek came up with a different approach.
“I never give you anything?!” He scoffed as turned to look at the hunky maintenance worker. As he did, he made sure to raise his brows and widen his eyes to further express his displeasure. “What the fuck do you call… this?!” He huffed as he took his right hand off the top of the island and gestured around his bloated middle.
“I call that you getting your due!” Matt smirked as he picked up the glass, raised it to his nose and sniffed it.
As he did, Derek tensed. Noticeably tensed… The janitor cocked his head to the side as he lowered the whiskey and stared at him.
“What's wrong with you?” He asked as he set the glass down without having sipped from it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Derek's game-changing, “life-saving” plan was barely underway and already, it was going to shit.
Fuck!
