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When Two Worlds Collide Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2024-08-02 18:02:57 +0000 UTCWHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
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Brimmingbelly04 &
Bigmpregnm
PART 2
The rest of the evening transpired in the equivalent of the literal haze of a fever dream. Despite Chad's repeated suggestion, Jivin refused to take off any of his clothes. Unlike his unplanned roommate, he wasn't about to parade around the cabin naked in front of a damn stranger!
One thing Jivin didn't refuse was the dinner Chad offered him. It was simple: just some cold cut sandwiches and potato chips. Plenty of both… Chad made each of them three sandwiches, which they both finished, along with their own family-size bag of chips.
After dinner, Jivin pulled out his phone and started ordering groceries to be delivered, but he didn't make much progress. After eating, his now very tightly packed body felt extra hot, and Chad kept distracting him, not by talking, just with his presence. They were sitting on opposite couches, Chad watching TV, Jivin struggling to complete his order, both of them rubbing their bellies.
The heavily pregnant techie didn't want or mean to, but he kept looking over at the enormous baseball player. After adding only three things to his order, even though it was still pretty early, Jivin decided to call it a night.
“Thanks for… dinner,” he said once he'd gotten himself standing. “I'll replace your groceries when I have mine delivered,” he promised.
“So you are gonna stay?” Chad replied, turning from the TV to look at him.
“One of us finding another place isn't gonna happen overnight,” Jivin said as he waddled over to his bags. He grunted as he leaned to the side and grabbed the one that contained his toiletries and enough clothes for the next day. “It might take a day or two and in the meantime, we need to eat,” he finished with a pat of his belly.
“Well till you get some of your own, you guys and girls are welcome to mine. I've got plenty, so breakfast is on me tomorrow,” Chad winked.
“I appreciate that,” the sexy Indian smiled as he turned and lumbered towards his room, dragging his bag along.
As soon as he'd closed the door, he immediately set to stripping. The process wasn't quick, but with each piece of clothing Jivin removed, he felt a little better, though he and the cabin both remained ridiculously hot.
Even though he was once again dripping sweat, he couldn't help but chuckle as he realized how spoiled he was… No AC for one night had him feeling like the world was going to end. That being said, he did have a sizable furnace attached to him, so he really wasn't being too dramatic.
Once Jivin was naked, he began the arduous process of laying down. He was very happy to find the bed to be made of a nice, plush and thick memory foam. It cradled and contoured his swollen, heavy body as he settled onto it.
No matter the temperature, Jivin always slept with at least the top sheet over him, but not tonight. Tonight, he needed as little as possible touching him.
He was very tired following his trip to the cabin and then being surprised upon his arrival, but he had a hard time falling asleep due to the excessive heat. The babies all seemed to sense Jivin's agitation and decided to add to it by rolling around, maybe trying to rock themselves to sleep? Whatever the case, they fell asleep before he did.
***
Jivin groaned as the light coming through the curtains hit his still closed eyes. He groaned again when he realized how hot he was. If the temperature had dropped overnight, it hadn’t done anything to cool off the inside of the cabin.
The beginning of the end of the twenty-five year old’s unplanned pregnancy wasn’t off to a good start. While the AC was going to be fixed, he still had Chad to deal with till one of them found somewhere else to stay… Nice as the cabin was, and nice as it would really be once the air conditioning was fixed, Jivin was willing to leave to get the uninterrupted peace and quiet he’d been expecting.
Though he found himself in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, Jivin also found himself drenched in sweat, as if he’d spent the entire night tossing and turning in an oven. He tried to shift, but his immense pregnancy kept him pinned to his side on the sopping mattress. He was going to have to work up the strength and determination in order to move.
“This fucking sucks!” He complained as he moved his hand to the upper side of his belly. As soon as his palm touched down, Jivin felt the (additional) heat the giant orb was giving off.
He’d hardly moved and was barely awake but already, he felt exhausted. As he slowly became more conscious, Jivin felt that all too familiar ache in his back again… He may’ve just been laying there, but it still throbbed from the strain of carrying the heavy sextuplets, and was still sore from being cramped in the minivan for all those hours the previous day.
Jivin tried to relax before he attempted to get out of bed, but he was too sore and hot. Without realizing, he’d started rubbing his belly. As soon as he did, he stopped, not wanting to wake the babies yet. He moved his hand up to his chest and cupped the underside of his right breast. Gentle as he was, he winced.
His breast was tight and sore and felt bigger and heavier than it had the day before, which it was. Closing in on his due date, Jivin's milk was really coming in now… Even though he was careful, his touch caused his enormous nipple to start leaking, quickly adding to the moisture already coating his bloated form.
“Ugh, I'm disgusting!” He groaned.
This wasn't how he'd imagined waking up on the first full day of his “retreat.”
He needed a shower. A cold one… Nice as that was going to feel, it required Jivin getting out of bed, which physically, he really didn't want to do. He decided not to move till the babies first as their movement, especially in the morning, always got him going.
It only took a minute or so before he felt a kick, which nailed him right at the bottom of his left rib. Thankfully, it wasn't too strong, though it was enough to make him cough a little.
“Alright, alright, I'm up…” he sighed as he began to move his lower half, his thickened legs and basketball-sized ass cheeks stiff from laying in bed, only adding to his discomfort.
Once one of them moved, it wasn't long before the rest of the babies were getting in on the action. Jivin looked down and out at his belly, which glistened in the early morning light thanks to how sweaty it was. The sheen made it look even bigger than it was…
As the sextuplets performed their morning calisthenics, Jivin moved his hand back to his over-packed belly and rubbed. Over the months, he'd learned some tricks to calm the babies down, but the bigger they got, the less they seemed to work. Because of how large his six inhabitants now were, even when they moved a little, it caused his skin to stretch and strain and him to groan. Twelve feet, hands, knees and elbows, and six heads and butts all suddenly pushing out from seemingly everywhere, was enough to make Jivin want to cry, but he didn't have the energy to waste and didn't want to get any wetter till he was in the shower (though he knew he'd work up a real sweat on his way.)
As he continued to rub his now heaving mound, he truly felt like it'd finally run out of space. He couldn't imagine himself getting any bigger, but knew he would before all was said and done. As if Jivin needed the reminder, his stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, expressing its fervent need to be filled again.
At the same time, his bladder suddenly reminded him it needed to be emptied again. As the urge hit, Jivin was surprised he hadn't had to get up in the middle of the night like he usually did (at least twice) but then he realized how much he'd sweat, so…
He groaned again.
He still didn't want to move but knew he had to soon if he wanted to make it to the bathroom in time. Jivin had had his first (and only) accident a few days prior, after underestimating how badly he needed to go and how long it would take to haul himself to the bathroom. Even though no one had been around to witness the mishap, it had still been mortifying.
So it was time to get moving. The twenty-five year old would've groaned again but smartly decided to conserve his energy.
He couldn't wait to have these damn, huge babies…
Jivin had been so tired the night before, he'd gotten into bed belly first, meaning he was facing the wrong direction. Now, he was going to have to roll over, which needless to say, had come to be quite the ordeal. He braced his hand already on the mattress then took his other off his belly and placed it behind him for support.
After promising himself he could do this and mentally counting to three, he heaved his belly up and back. Jivin's first attempt only resulted in his swollen middle shifting, but not making any progress. He groaned in pain and frustration as he landed heavily back on the mattress (not that he'd really even left it yet.) The commotion caused the babies to get all worked up again and jostle for space.
“Fuck me!” He exclaimed before trying again.
He almost got his belly towering over him during his second attempt, but didn't quite make it. The twenty-five year old ended up back on his side, already heavily panting and sweating. He didn't have the energy for another failed attempt, necessitating a change in approach.
“Alright!” He huffed. “Rolling over… obviously isn't fucking… possible anymore!” He panted. “So what… now?”
For half a second, Jivin thought of calling for Chad, but fortunately, he wasn't that desperate (yet.) He'd always been a determined individual, sometimes to a fault, and was reluctant to show vulnerability unless absolutely necessary.
“Time to… get creative,” he said, continuing to pant. “Guess I'm gonna have to… back myself offa here.”
The realization was disturbing as it was absurd. Jivin was literally too pregnant.
If he wasn't already out at the cabin, he would've had his humongous ass hauled off to the nearest hospital for an immediate c-section, but that wasn't the plan. The plan was for Jivin to naturally deliver the sextuplets so that he'd be left with as few (visibly) physical reminders of his crazy pregnancy as possible.
“Just a few more days,” he reminded himself in the form of a sigh before getting back to work, hoping he succeeded this time.
After taking in as much air as he could hold for a few seconds, the hot and sweaty twenty-five year old slid his right leg back till his knee went over the side of the bed. As his leg moved, so did his bowling ball-sized nuts, sliding back till they landed on the mattress behind his left leg with an audible plop. It wasn't as if Jivin could possibly forget about their existence, but now, he really needed to be aware of his balls to avoid squishing them (too much) as he completed the arduous process of getting onto his swollen feet.
Once his right foot was on the floor, Jivin had a bit more leverage. He hoped it would be enough and mercifully, it was. He proceeded to get the rest of the way off the bed very slowly and carefully, but never stopped moving till both feet were on the floor and his hands (and belly) were pushing down on the mattress, afraid if he did, he'd never get up, at least not without being forced to cave and call Chad…
Even more slowly, the overly fertile techie took his hands from the bed and braced them against his lower back, trying to relieve some of the added pressure there as he straightened up. As he did, he carefully spread his feet, letting his balls drop between his legs. As much as was possible, Jivin had gotten used to having to deal with his mammoth testicles, but this time was different…
Due to the heat, they were now hanging extra low, making their weight and bulk all the more apparent, and moving in general that much more difficult. Jivin groaned as he felt them pulling at his groin. His poor, taut sack burned as it was forced to stretch even more due to the heat and his lack of a jockstrap.
Already, his knees felt weak and his balance precarious… Jivin's center of gravity was so thrown off by the incredible bulk of his belly, even his thicker legs, sizable rump and giant nuts all weren't able to balance it out. Honestly, he kind of hoped he'd topple forward and back onto the bed.
Jivin wasn't at all looking forward to giving birth sometime in the next few days, but now, even more so, he was dreading his remaining future as an absurdly massive preggo. With another groan he immediately followed up with a grunt, he turned and started waddling to the bathroom.
Each step he took was small, slow and deliberate. They had to be to keep from losing his precarious balance or (further) squish his balls.
All the weight and pressure his six big babies were putting on his prostate, coupled with the pendulous swinging of his fat, bulging nut sack, quickly brought Jivin's dick to full attention. Nicely sized and rock hard as it rapidly came to be, it was all but lost between his belly and balls, both of which had grown far too big for Jivin to easily be able to access, let alone see it.
Only when he reached the bathroom door did the heavily panting and perspiring twenty-five year old finally let himself come to a wobbly stop. As he leaned against the frame and fought to catch his breath, he looked around inside. Like the rest of the cabin, the bathroom was nicely sized, it just hadn't been designed with someone as “nicely sized” as Jivin, in mind…
As he tottered inside, he sighed. The surprisingly cool tiles felt nice against his bare feet, especially considering how swollen they were.
Much to Jivin's delight, the bathroom seemed to be slightly cooler than the rest of the cabin, but not by much. As he slowly inched further in, his eyes were immediately drawn to the shower at the back. Had he been able to, he would've ran to it and turned on the cold water, but that wasn't possible. Not even remotely close…
That, and he had to pee first, anyway, which drew his gaze to the toilet, set against the wall to his right, right before it disappeared from view behind the bulk of his enormous pregnancy. As much as he needed them now, Jivin had come to positively loathe toilets. As he continued his slow approach, he already started to dread how difficult getting back off of it was going to be, but then…
“Oh!” He exclaimed as something suddenly dawned on him.
Something good enough to bring him to another ponderous stop, and actually make his panting, perspiring self crack a small smile… Jivin was already naked and about to take a shower anyway, so why not just go in there?!
Aside from when he'd been stupidly drunk back in college, he couldn't recall the last time he'd done so, but if ever there was a time to make a new “memory,” the present seemed as good as any. Not only would no one know his “dirty little secret,” but at least for the first time he emptied his cramped bladder today, Jivin wouldn't have to worry able lowering himself onto the toilet without sitting on his balls and/or letting them fall into the bowl, and then working his dick down between his thighs to aim it so it hopefully hit its mark.
He'd gotten remarkably good at doing so, but if he didn't have to..?
“Fuck it!” Jivin huffed as he resumed his waddle. “Desperate times call for… desperate measures!” He nodded to himself as still a couple feet away, he turned to the right, reached out to his left, slid the large glass door open, and lumbered inside.
And not a moment too soon…
No sooner did gloriously cold water start hitting his bloated body, did Jivin start emptying his bladder, despite his raging erection. As water rained down on him, warm, almost hot, pee, started spurting from the preggo, who could only sigh in relief as his bladder began to empty, the “simple” act bringing a small but appreciated amount of respite.
As sweat and now dried breast milk he'd leaked overnight, sloughed its way down the drain along with the contents of his bladder, hot as he remained, Jivin suddenly found himself shivering as the (more than) refreshingly cold water caused his already too tight and sensitive skin to become more so. With another groan he coupled with a roll of his eyes, the fecund Indian turned the water up just a little as already, his cramped bladder finished emptying with one final spurt from his still hard dick.
Sighing again in relief, Jivin gently set both hands on the lower sides of his belly and caressed it. As soon as they touched down, he felt the babies move (thankfully, gently) beneath his palms and spread fingers. Following a little more rubbing, he moved his hands up to his honeydew-sized tits and started to tenderly massage them as he carefully turned and aimed his massive nipples under the warmer water.
His own massaging and the flow of the shower soon caused them to start producing again. Jivin let out a relieved but equally dismayed sigh, knowing that anytime he released some, more milk would be produced as his beleaguered, pretty much overwhelmed body thought the time had come to start feeding, despite the fact it was still housing its feedees…
“Alright…” Jivin huffed. “Time to get to it…” he nodded to himself. “Time to get clean,” he decided as he took his hands from his breasts and reached out to pump an extra healthy amount of body wash the cabin provided into his upturned right palm.
That was just the first of many, many times he'd need to “refill.” He had a lot of surface area to cover, after all… Aside from his head, neck and hands, pretty much every other part of Jivin's body was bigger, heavier and rounder, and now required extra, extra time and attention.
Not only because he wanted to clean it, but more so because he wanted to play with it, Jivin wished reaching his dick hadn't become just about impossible… He still could, but doing so took a lot of effort and given all the bending and stretching he had to do, could only be done for so long.
Same as dealing with his balls, Jivin had gotten as used to that as he could, but then he'd gone and met Chad, the famous baseball player, in the literal flesh… Images of his massive, naked body suddenly flooded Jivin's brain, making him moan as he continued to wash himself off. When he realized he was moaning over Chad, he grunted, shook his head, and refocused on getting clean, but didn't go too overboard, knowing he was quickly going to get all sweaty again till the air was fixed.
Easy and tempting as it could’ve been, Jivin refused (to the best of his ability) to let himself get all gaga over the huge, sexy hunk, who'd ruined the plans he'd had for privacy, peace and quiet. Now more than ever, Chad provided a lot to look at, admire and lust over, such as but not limited to his enormous ass, but no…
After spending a few more minutes getting clean and (somewhat) cooled off, the twenty-five year old techie turned the shower off, slid the door open and reached for a towel. Drying himself proved to be another process that was more challenging than it should've been…
Out of the shower, starting with what he could reach of his legs, Jivin patted himself dry, gradually working his way up. The babies seemed to have enjoyed the shower almost as much as he had, calm and content for the moment, so he was extra gentle while he wiped off his belly. Drying only what he was able to reach still took almost as long as the shower and Jivin had to let many large swaths of skin air dry. He slung his towel over his shoulder and waddled out to the bedroom to begin the now second most difficult part of his morning routine: getting dressed.
***
This morning, it proved particularly difficult to get his jock on. Jivin's huge balls were still hanging low. Not as low as they'd been pre-shower, but he still had a hard time.
Not only was it difficult because he could barely reach his nuts around his belly, but because he realized they felt (and were) notably bigger and heavier than the day before. Why? Because they were, and Jivin knew exactly why…
Chad.
OK, fine… Technically, it wasn't his fault. Jivin's body, specifically all the hormones and therefore sperm, it was producing were to blame for his most recent growth down south, but in a sense, Chad was to blame because his simple, unexpected presence had gotten his cabin mate all horned up (even though he didn't want or mean to be.)
Jivin grabbed his clothes out of his bag, then since he couldn't bend at the waist anymore and didn't dare try to stand on one foot (swollen and therefore wide as they were,) went over and sat on the side of the bed it'd been so difficult to get off. Once he was seated, leaning forward over his enormous belly as much as he could, he worked his left foot into the jock, then his right, then slowly shimmied the waistband up his legs till he was able to reach it.
Getting the waistband in place was easy (enough,) but getting his balls into the specially made jock's pouch required a mix of skill and simple luck, as well as for him to be standing again. Jivin caught sight of himself in the bedroom mirror and groaned, not only at what he saw, but what he felt…
What he felt was his balls already heating back up and like they were about to explode out of the jockstrap's pouch, which matched what he saw: a good deal of side ball. Jivin groaned again. He'd already blown one of his biggest jock's the night before and it hadn't been as strained as the one he'd just put on. If his balls got much bigger, it wouldn't be long before the rest of his jocks wouldn't be able to handle him.
Now that his nuts were (somewhat) under control, Jivin grabbed his shorts. He couldn't deal with pants today, at least not till the air was fixed. Getting everything in place wasn't easy and by the time he had, his breathing was ragged and he was ready for a nap.
While he definitely could've used its support, the twenty-five year old decided to go braless because of the heat. Next, he pulled on a kurta, similar to the one he'd worn the day before. He had to squeeze his overly fertile body into it, really having to stretch it to get the kurta to go all the way down his belly.
Jivin was exhausted and sweating again, but did feel somewhat accomplished as he looked at himself in the mirror again. Ridiculously pregnant as he was, he actually didn't look too bad and would look even better once he'd fixed his hair.
After he had, he opened the door and waddled out of his room, his pace slow and measured. A delicious aroma hit his nose so he followed it to the kitchen, where he found Chad standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand.
Once again the baseball player was completely naked. With his backside and left profile on full display, it looked to Jivin that Chad was even bigger than the day before, his frame slightly more expanded with muscle and of course, pregnancy weight. Jivin couldn't help but be impressed (and envious) of how gracefully the gentle giant moved… Big as it was, his baby load and bigger, heavier body, obviously not presenting a challenge, the lucky bastard…
After adding three more pancakes to the platter next to the stove, Chad picked it up, turned and started heading for the table. As he did, Jivin's jaw practically fell to the floor when he caught sight of Chad's massive cock, which was fully erect and sticking straight out from under his belly.
“Mornin’, sleepyhead!” He greeted, flashing Jivin a big, broad grin as he offered him his first wink of the day. “Hope you guys are in the mood for pancakes! I made a ton!” He nodded down at the heeping platter.
“I, uh… We, uh…” Jivin stumbled, trying to imagine how huge Chad's cock was. “Sausage… mean, pancakes!” He quickly shouted in correction. “Pancakes are great!”
Chad chuckled as his brows raised. “Sausage, huh? Whatever gave you that idea?” He asked, well aware of what'd caused Jivin to mention the meaty breakfast treat.
The sexy, flustered Indian audibly gulped. “I, um… Well…”
The baseball player laughed. “I'm kidding… I know my bat's pretty impressive when it's at attention.”
“Your bat?!” Jivin replied with a huff of laughter.
“I'm a baseball player…” Chad reminded, playfully swinging his hips to make his hard cock swing.
“Yeah, I know…”
“Anyway,” he continued. “I started calling it my bat when it started growing.”
“Started growing..?”
He nodded. “Side effect of the pregnancy.”
“Oh,” Jivin replied as he tried to look away.
While he managed to stop staring at Chad's cock, he continued staring at him. There was just so much to take in.
“Before I got pregnant, I had a regular, foot-long, but now…”
“A regular foot-long?!” Jivin scoffed as he braced his back. “There's nothing regular about that!”
“Eh, I guess not?” Chad shrugged, making his massive, bare pecs jiggle. “Which means I guess it really isn't regular to have an eighteen inch bat, huh?”
“Eighteen inches?!” Jivin yelled. “Jesus!” He huffed as he went back to staring at the mentioned member.
Chad laughed again as he waddled over to the table and placed the platter of pancakes. “Eighteen inches when he's ready to go, which he always is in the morning,” he said as he turned and lumbered back over to the counter. “I usually take care of business first thing so it isn't an issue all morning, but I wanted to start making breakfast for my guests,” he winked.
Jivin rolled his eyes. He wasn't Chad's guest, Chad was his.
“I'll take care of it after we eat,” the baseball player continued as he returned to the table carrying a butter dish and a bottle of syrup. “Hopefully I'll have time before the repair guy arrives,” he said as he set them down next to the pancakes.
“Right…” Jivin said as he tottered towards the same chair he'd used at dinner and slowly began to sit, sideways, just as he had the night before in order to get close enough.
“Can I serve you?” Chad offered, still standing, giant cock now at eye level.
“You don't have to,” Jivin said as turned to look at the table, which fortunately, provided other viewing options.
Not only were there the pancakes, butter, syrup, plates and silverware, there was also some cut fruit and a bowl of what appeared to be freshly made whipped cream.
“You already did so much,” he said as he gestured at the spread.
“This is pretty much how I eat every morning,” Chad shrugged again. “I just made a little more than usual.”
“You eat like this every day?”
“Ever since I've been off,” he nodded before turning and waddling away.
Without meaning to, Jivin turned to watch. Once again, Chad provided him with something else to look at, this time his giant ass, its enormous cheeks alternately bobbling as he headed for the pantry.
“Forget something?” Jivin called after him. He couldn't imagine what as the table already had everything he and the babies could possibly want on it, except now sausage.
“Cereal,” Chad said as he cautiously backed out of the pantry, then headed to a nearby cabinet for bowl. “Want some?”
“I'm good.”
“Suit yourself,” he said as he returned to the table and set his bowl and the cereal on it. “So can I serve you?”
“If you insist,” Jivin relented with a sigh, though (not so) secretly, he was pleased for the help.
“I do,” Chad smirked as he came, took his plate and promptly started loading it up.
“Ohmygod, Chad…” Jivin moaned a few minutes later as he chewed his second huge mouthful of pancakes. “These are delicious!”
“Thanks.”
“I'm serious!” He nodded. “Even drenched in all this syrup and butter, the pancakes are so light and fluffy! I think they're the best I've ever had!”
“You should put some whipped cream on them,” Chad suggested as he leaned in over his belly and passed the bowl.
“Oh, I um…” Jivin hesitated. “I think the butter and syrup are enough.”
“I made the whipped cream myself.”
“I thought you might've.”
“Is that why you're not gonna try it?” Chad frowned.
Jivin shook his head. “This is gonna sound ridiculous considering how fucking big I am, but…” he trailed off in a sigh. “I'm trying to watch what I eat.”
Chad burst out in laughter. “Dude! Ohmygod!” He exhaled. “That's a good one!”
“Oh, shut up!” Jivin groaned as he took the spoon from the bowl and put a big dollop of cream onto his plate. “For my strawberries, OK? Happy now?” He rolled his eyes as he set the spoon back.
“Yes, I am,” the smug baseball player winked at him.
“You have to tell me how you make such perfect pancakes…”
“Practice.”
Jivin looked at him doubtfully. “That can't be all…”
“Oh, it isn't,” Chad shook his head. “But my recipe wouldn't be secret if I shared it with you, would it?”
“You and your secrets,” Jivin sighed and shook his head as he loaded his fork with more pancakes. “Secret pregnancy, secret babies, secret pancake recipes…”
“Those first two aren't secrets anymore,” Chad pointed out as he also loaded his fork. “At least not to you.”
“True,” Jivin replied through another mouthful of melt in his mouth, pancakey deliciousness.
Between how amazing they were and how hungry he was, he couldn't stop eating. So much for watching what he ate. Oh well… Trying was pointless now anyway and had been for some time. Jivin was just going to have to go on a serious crash diet after he gave birth, and hit the gym like a maniac…
“Oh yeah,” the fecund baseball player suddenly said as he reached out for the box of cereal from his also sideways perch, his huge belly and pecs all aimed at Jivin. “Can't forget about this,” he said as he opened it and started to pour.
“You forgot milk,” Jivin said through his current mouthful as he popped a strawberry onto his fork and dipped it into the whipped cream.
“Crap…” Chad groaned as he stood with relative ease. Enough ease to make his more pregnant “guest” envious again.
Once he was upright, instead of heading for the fridge, he started heading towards the sink. Jivin was about to ask where he was going but instead, found himself suddenly focused on his chewing. Hungry as he still was, his pace was starting to slow. Each swallow he took added more weight to his already (too) huge and heavy belly, in which the remarkably fluffy pancakes were starting to expand, making him start to feel very, very full, and yet he continued to eat, almost on autopilot.
Chad returned to the table carrying a strange, small plastic bottle, the likes of which Jivin had never seen but obviously contained milk. Milk that also looked different than that he was used to.
“What's that?” He asked as he put his whipped cream-coated strawberry piece into his mouth.
Instantly, his mouth was flooded with an intense sweetness, and not only from the fruit… The freshly made whipped cream was also very sweet. It was very light and creamy too but not as cold as the twenty-five year old preggo had been expecting.
“Milk,” Chad replied as he twisted off the bottle's unusual top and poured its contents into his bowl of cereal.
“I can see that. I mean what kind, and why is it in that weird little bottle?”
“It's breast milk.”
Jivin swallowed as quickly as he could. “Breast milk..?” He repeated, tone unsure, certain he'd heard wrong.
Chad nodded as he set the emptied bottle down next to the bowl. “Breast milk,” he said again as he reached for his spoon.
“Whose breast milk?!” Jivin cautiously asked as he shifted in his chair, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position, but of course, his belly made that all but impossible.
As he shifted, the chair groaned loudly beneath him, and his kurta suddenly felt a bit tighter around his bloated midsection. Instinctively, he moved his left hand to his belly and gently caressed its bloated side as he waited for Chad to respond.
“Mine.”
Jivin had been expecting this but still, his eyes widened and jaw dropped. “You drink your own breast milk?!”
Chad shrugged. “Is it really drinking it when it's in cereal?”
“I…”
“I make stuff with it too,” he nodded.
Jivin had also been expecting to hear this. He swallowed, even though he didn't have anything in his mouth other than the residual coating the whipped cream had left behind.
“What… kind of… stuff?” He asked as he continued to rub, hoping to soothe not only his nerves, but the movements he now felt coming from the sextuplets, who seemed to pick up on his anxiety.
“Pancakes and whipped cream,” Chad replied with a smirk. “That's my sec…”
“Ohmygod!” Jivin shrieked. “That's your secret?!”
Even though he knew he had, he couldn't believe he'd just consumed human breast milk. Chad's breast milk! Naturally, his eyes were (further) drawn to the baseball player's mounds, right as they started to heave with his raucous, jock-like laughter.
Chad shrugged again as he brought a spoonful of his breast milk saturated cereal to his mouth. “It wasn't bad, was it?”
Jivin sputtered in disbelief as the pressure inside him suddenly intensified, causing his bladder to scream at him for relief. He groaned.
“I… I need to use the bathroom,” he said, his voice suddenly strained as he stopped rubbing and planted his left hand firmly against that side of his belly.
Still chewing, Chad stopped smirking and frowned. “Everything OK..? The breast milk isn't gonna hurt you,” he quickly assured. “I should've told you before…” he continued. “I just thought it'd be a funny…”
“It's not that,” Jivin cut him off as he turned and placed both his hands on the table and pushed himself up, very much relieved he succeeded in doing so on his first attempt.
His pregnancy shifted as he steadied himself on his unseen, swollen feet. That coupled with the kicks he felt, caused Jivin to groan and wince.
Chad realized the time for laughing and joking had quickly come to an end. The concern on his handsome face grew.
“You OK, Jivin?” He asked as he made to stand.
The twenty-five year old nodded and smiled, or tried to, the discomfort evident on his flushed face.
“I'm good!” He said as he turned and started tottering towards his room. “Enjoy… your milk!” He huffed, waving over his shoulder as he started moving a little quicker, each step he took a struggle.
When Jivin reached his room, he left the door open. Quick as he could, he waddled towards the bathroom at the back, both hands now cradling his belly, trying to keep it somewhat steady. He didn't shut the bathroom door either, just shoved it “closed” behind him in his “haste.”
He considered heading back into the shower, but that would've required taking off all his clothes, so toilet it was. Getting his shorts and jockstrap down around his thighs proved challenging, especially as Jivin's bladder screamed at him for relief. He let out a loud grunt as his massive balls plopped from their sack and smacked against his thighs before falling and hanging between his legs, low as they'd been that morning due to being cradled up against his hot body.
Lowering himself properly onto the toilet was another careful, arduous process. He held onto the sink for support, cradling his balls with his right hand and forearm as he set them on the seat so they wouldn't fall inside the bowl. Huge as they were, they were hard to guide without being able to see them, but Jivin managed.
Once he was sure they would fall into the bowl, he slowly sat the rest of the way down, letting them fall off the front. Jivin sighed as his fattened ass came to rest on the seat, but his work wasn't done yet… He couldn't start peeing till he'd gotten his dick aimed into the toilet, which needless to say, also wasn't easy.
Squeezing his right arm and forearm under his pregnancy was a little easier than normal thanks to how sweaty it was. Once he had his dick in hand, he shifted and turned on the seat, groaning from the effort and the feeling of the babies choosing that moment to all roll.
Grunting, he pulled his dick hard to the right and aimed it downward over the top backside of his bulging sack. He forced its tip and first few inches into the tight space between his crotch and his right thigh, then shifted again with another grunt to keep it pinned in place.
Now, he could pee, but first, he had to catch his breath…
By the time he finished emptying his bladder, Jivin was still panting. He was also once again drenched in sweat, his kurta feeling like a second skin, pasted tautly across his upper body. After giving himself another minute to try and recover, Jivin reached for the sink again as he prepared to haul himself off the toilet.
As soon as he tried, his legs felt weak and his body incredibly heavy. He tried again, grunting loudly with the effort, but still couldn't manage to get himself off the seat.
Frustration and embarrassment flooded Jivin as he realized he was going to need help. Even though he’d seen him fully naked and erect, eaten his food and breast milk, he barely knew the guy! It was going to be humiliating! Even more than that because now, Chad was going to see his enormous nuts!
Jivin tried again. And again and again, but still failed to get up. Fuck.
Embarrassed and exhausted, Jivin swallowed his pride. He groaned in frustrated disbelief as he looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. He sighed as he closed his eyes.
“Chad?” He called out. “Can you come in here and help me?” He requested.
Almost immediately, he heard heavy footsteps approaching.
