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The Janitor P4
🕑 Added 2024-07-28 15:07:37 +0000 UTCThings continue to devolve for Derek.
The Janitor - Revisited
By
Brimmingbelly04
Based on The Janitor
By
KomperaKlause
Part Four
As soon as his attack hit the newsfeeds, Derek found himself under even more scrutiny.
Reporters found out where he lived and hunkered down outside. Whenever Derek was out and about, he was intensely photographed and videoed, all while countless questions were shouted at him, none of which he ever answered.
Whenever he was out, he did his best to remain poised and collected, but days after the attack, Derek still felt rattled. He didn't want to, but he had to admit he was more fragile than he'd ever been before, not to mention nearly entirely defenseless, which needless to say, wasn't a good combination.
Everything was really starting to get to him.
Derek came to hate being alone. At the same time, he hated people being around him.
As a result, he began eating not only continually, but mechanically. Whenever he had the chance, whether he actually wanted to or not, Derek was stuffing food in his mouth, despite what Dr. Porter, his specialist, had specifically cautioned against.
*****
Derek stopped going into the office early. He went back to showing up barely on time, if not late. More often than not, it was the latter.
After the attack, he stopped using the parking garage and started spending an inordinate amount of time looking for street parking, where at least he'd be out in the open. Derek told himself he was being (extra) crazy, but he just couldn't get past his fear.
He couldn't stop thinking about that crazy guy, his knife, or what he could've done with it. Between that and his increasing self-consciousness, unfortunately, Derek came to really find that despite his many, many flaws, being around Matt pacified him, if only just.
“Harder!” He grunted later that evening, as the hunky janitor fucked him deeper into his mattress.
Already, Matt had been going at him hard, but Derek needed it harder. He needed to fucking stop thinking about everything else.
He was on all fours in the middle of his bed. The front of his belly constantly rubbed against the fitted sheet. Another few inches of growth and it would be pushing against the mattress. Derek couldn't believe how big he'd gotten and he still wasn't even to term. Not nearly.
“Nnngh…” he groaned as he rocked back and forth with each of Matt's powerful thrusts, even as he held him by his bulging flanks.
Derek looked between his arms and groaned again, this time in annoyance. His breasts were most definitely growing, rapidly jumping in size just as Matt said they would. Thanks to the fervent attention he paid them, they had to be at least full C's by then.
They always felt full and warm now, and bobbed whenever Derek moved, including now as he was fucked. Their recent growth had been disconcerting, but as with all the other uncomfortable and unfortunate aspects of his condition, the quad-carrying executive tried not to think about it.
That proved easier said than done when Derek noticed how hard and swollen his aching nipples were. He used to like his nipples… They hadn't been anything special, just nice, and he (and others) had enjoyed them in a more traditional sense, whereas now, they were starting to look obscene.
He did everything he could to avoid touching them. Even when he showered, Derek tried to keep them from under the water because they'd become just that sensitive. He honestly couldn't say why he'd wasted his breath, but he'd complained to Matt about them. Did he care? Of course not. Why would he?
Speaking of the janitor, Derek grunted as he suddenly leaned over him, forcing him to take more of his weight along with all of his wonderful cock. Matt moved his right hand from his waist, up to his chest and grabbed his tit. He roughly clutched it as he continued to thrust, causing Derek to groan and quickly come undone.
There was just so much pressure… He was in simultaneous pain and pleasure.
At least he wasn't thinking about anything else anymore… Mission temporarily accomplished.
When they were done (for the time being) and laid languidly back in bed actually facing each other this time, Matt continued to stroke and squeeze Derek's breasts. For a change, he wasn't being rough, but Derek's flushed, handsome face still twisted in discomfort.
“You're coming along nicely,” the janitor commended as he tweaked the thirty-three year old's left nipple.
Derek rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks…”
“I'm serious,” Matt nodded. “You're really starting to blow up now. Just getting huge!” He nodded some more. “How much bigger you gonna get for me?” He wanted to know.
“Shut up,” Derek grumbled, then grunted as he rolled over to face the other direction.
As he buried his face in his pillow, he wondered if Matt was going to stay the night again? As much as he hoped he would, he wasn't about to say so.
Very begrudgingly, he'd come to be able to admit to the janitor that he loved and needed his cock, but he didn't see himself ever being able to admit that he needed his physical company to help him sleep following the attack. Derek closed his eyes and told himself to stop thinking again, but the thoughts were back.
He didn't know how long it took him to fall asleep, but during that time, Matt didn't move except to roll over as well. He was staying.
All wasn't bad.
*****
Before he was ready for it, Derek's alarm was going off. He reached for his phone and shut it off, seeing the sun just starting to peek through the shades.
He had an interview today. A televised one. His bosses had arranged it following the “success” of his press conference. They thought it would be good to keep Derek as out there as possible. Make the most of him…
Derek hated the idea, but he went along with it. What else could he do? He most definitely wasn't in the position to say no. Hell, he might not ever find himself back in it…
Matt wasn't in bed, but most of his stuff was still strewn about on the floor, meaning he was still there. Derek knew where he was.
He got out of bed, lumbered to the bathroom naked, peed, washed his hands, and then waddled to the kitchen without bothering to put anything on.
He'd given up on trying to hide his body. He'd also given up on trying to hide his increasingly awkward gait. Not only were both tasks pointless, they'd come to be all but impossible.
Just as Derek suspected, Matt was standing at the counter, making him another one of his signature shakes.
“Played with the flavor some,” he announced, smirking over his shoulder as Derek entered. “Give it a try,” he said as he turned and held out a jug.
For a second, Derek thought he'd been handed a gallon of milk to put back in the fridge, but then he realized he'd been handed a gallon of shake. He rolled his eyes as he took it, then started lumbering over to the cabinet containing his glassware.
“Thanks for getting me a glass,” he grumbled.
“Why dirty one? It's all for you.”
He huffed as he turned around. “You're insane if you think I'm gonna drink a whole gallon!”
“Drink as much as you can,” Matt shrugged.
He even smiled a little. It was actually kind of a nice one, rather than a smirk. It was almost kind and reassuring…
“Don't think I forgot you still haven't told me what you put in here,” Derek said as he stared down at the jug. “All those pills…”
Of course, his stomach had to choose that moment to grumble loudly, physically and audibly reminding him of how ravenous he was. How ravenous he always was now.
“Ya know, I've kinda been enjoying this,” Matt said.
“What?” Derek asked as he brought the jug to his lips.
“Playing house.”
“I'm sure you have,” he replied, keeping the jug pressed to his lips, but not drinking from it yet.
“We could make it more permanent if you want?” Matt shrugged again. “Maybe I could leave some stuff here?”
Was Matt asking to move in? Did Derek want him to? Was that a good idea, or would it be like letting the fox into the hen house?
Probably the latter, though he couldn't say for sure. Matt looked at him to respond. Rather than do so, Derek tipped the jug and started to chug.
He couldn't help but moan as he swallowed his first big sip. This shake tasted even more amazing the all the others. Whatever Matt had done to it, he'd perfected his recipe.
Very much to his own surprise (but not Matt's,) Derek downed the entire gallon relatively quickly. As he set the emptied jug on the island, he let out a massive belch.
Matt smiled at him again. This time, genuinely.
*****
Discreetly as he could, Derek covered another belch.
“I'm happy to announce that I'm the first official ambassador of a new foundation called Manternity,” he said. “Manternity was created to raise awareness of male pregnancy, and ensure men experiencing the condition have the proper access to prenatal healthcare, as well as postnatal support.”
Derek received a generous round of applause from the studio audience. He smiled back at them as he waited for it to die down.
“Manternity will offer a safe space for men who might not have anywhere else to turn. Some of them may be scared, confused, or even in denial and just need to talk,” he nodded. “Some might be oppressed or find themselves facing adverse challenges because of their condition. Some might need help finding the right medical treatment. Whatever the case, Manternity will happily help anyone who asks,” he concluded.
Another round of applause.
Derek was on one of those daytime talk shows. Rather than something more hard-hitting, the higher ups at CorpaCorp thought it best if he went friendly and casual in hopes it would really ramp up his image as a doting daddy-to-be. For once, the conservative company was trying to appeal to all the “liberal snowflakes.” That seemed hypocritical, but since it takes one to know one, Derek understood the angle almost better than anyone.
“That sounds wonderful,” Tina Trent, the moderator, smiled. “It also sounds like a lot for someone in your condition to take on,” she noted as she leaned forward. “You look like you could have that baby any second now!”
The audience laughed, clapped and cheered in agreement. Derek forced another smile.
“Still have a little ways to go, Tina,” he winked as he rubbed his belly in what he hoped appeared to be a loving manner.
“Can't be much longer now, can it? When did you say you were due again?” Tina asked.
Derek chuckled. “I didn't. I'm going to keep that to myself,” he nodded.
The declaration earned him some good-natured boos, but he managed to keep smiling. It was getting harder to pretend he was all happy, proud and relaxed though, especially as he was starting to feel pretty hot under the bright studio lights, not to mention just tight overall.
He really shouldn't have had a gallon of shake for breakfast. One glass would've been enough…
Derek's hand suddenly flew from his belly to his mouth to cover another embarrassing belch. He could only hope the camera was on Tina and not on him. He'd already provided it with enough awkward footage.
“Well if you don't want to share your due date, maybe you can share with us how pregnancy has been treating you, Derek?” Tina requested.
“It's been great,” he lied, forcing another smile as he set his hand back atop his belly. “I feel great and I can't believe how much energy I have,” he shook his head.
Tina smiled and nodded. “If anyone needs energy, I'd say it's a Senior Vice President at one of the top companies in the world, who suddenly pops up heavily pregnant!” She laughed.
Derek chuckled and nodded. “There's a lot about this… about everything that's so new,” he nodded some more. “But CoraCorp's been great,” he lied again. “Not to toot my own horn, but I think I'm the most high-profile pregnant man at the moment. I also think we'll start seeing more men willing to be open with their pregnancies going forward,” he concluded his latest answer.
“You're probably right, but unfortunately, I think there are still a lot of men who're horrified that getting pregnant is even a possibility?”
Tina was right. Derek was one of them. Hell, he was probably the most horrified!
“Well hopefully, Manternity and I can help them be less afraid,” he smiled.
“Hopefully,” Tina nodded as she looked down at her notes. “Now, Derek… Is it still accurate to call you a conservative?” She asked, finally getting down to business.
Derek knew better than to expect this morning to be all cutesy and fun and games.
“In some regards,” he confirmed.
“Including abortion?”
“What about it?” He asked, his forced smile notably shrinking.
“Did you seek one out when you found out you were pregnant?” Tina asked as she leaned further forward.
Derek huffed, feigning indignation. “Of course not! I'll admit, I was… overwhelmed when I first found out,” he nodded. “I probably could've done better breaking the news and should've done so sooner. But what matters most is that I love my baby, and quite frankly, I can't help but be offended people would even think I might consider killing an innocent child!”
“So you're still conservative when it comes to abortion,” Tina surmised. “What about when it comes to gay issues and rights?”
“My views have changed there,” he replied. “Actually, not exactly…” he sighed as he shook his head. “I just wasn't being honest before, with myself, or others.”
On the subject of honesty, Derek was honestly surprised he'd gotten that last bit out without puking, which had nothing to do with his giant, liquid breakfast.
“You're on record saying some pretty scathing things about gay marriage,” Tina continued. “And about homosexuality in general,” she nodded. “You're quoted as calling the latter, ‘unnatural…’”
“People often say things they don't mean or actually believe when they're scared. It's not right, so I'll be the first to admit I was wrong.”
“Some people are saying the only reason you've changed your tune is because of your pregnancy… That you had to since your condition isn't exactly discreet…”
“No, it isn't,” Derek chuckled. “But those people are still wrong. I just wasn't comfortable speaking or living my truth because of my upbringing and my position at CorpaCorp, but I have their full support now,” he nodded.
“So CorpaCorp is changing their views too?”
“The whole world is changing, Tina.”
“Yours certainly is!” The host chuckled. “Now let's move on to your love life!”
Derek smirked. “I'd really rather not.”
Tina didn't care. “Is the father still in the picture?” She asked.
It may've very well been a simple slip of the tongue, but Derek noticed it right away… Tina hadn't said “other father,” she'd just said “father,” which could be construed to imply that Derek was “the mother.” Obviously, he was pregnant, so…
Either way, he didn't take the bait. He had an image to uphold. He was a huge and happy daddy-to-be.
“While I'm willing to share a lot about my condition with everyone, I'm trying to avoid there being too much overlap between my personal and professional lives, at least for the time being,” he replied, now fidgeting some in his newest and therefore, biggest, custom-made shirt, which suddenly didn't feel so big…
It didn't feel as stretchy as it had when he'd put it on only a couple hours ago. For that and other reasons, Derek was really starting to get uncomfortable sitting there in this plush armchair, which while nice, just wasn't big enough for him or the huge belly perched heavily in his lap, almost overwhelming it.
He moved both hands to the mound and rubbed it, genuinely this time. He did so because like him, the babies were beginning to get restless.
“Oh, come on now, Derek!” Tina chided. “Give us something!”
The audience clapped and cheered, trying to egg him on, but all of a sudden, he hardly heard them or Tina. As he tried to figure out why he felt all weird and out of it all of a sudden, Derek took in long, even breaths, almost like he was doing lamaze.
“Are you OK, Derek?” Tina asked, her grin quickly transitioning to a frown.
“I, um…” he paused to wipe some sweat from his brow. “I'm OK,” he nodded. “Just a lot of movement,” he explained as he rubbed his belly. “Sometimes, it can get a little, oooh!” He suddenly moaned. “Nnngh!!!” He just as quickly groaned as his middle unexpectedly heaved.
The thirty-three year old's face twitched and twisted as his back suddenly arched, thrusting the huge orb forward and off his lap. The amount of pressure and tension Derek felt was unbelievable!
“Ohmygosh! Is it time?!” He heard Tina ask.
Time for what? He stupidly wondered as tension, pressure and heat all suddenly surged in his abdomen. As it did, his shirt became impossibly tight, plastering itself against him. Derek's belly throbbed and heaved as his heart began to race.
His handsome face showed his pain as he gasped for breath. It quickly became deep pink and very sweaty. His hands scrambled helplessly across his shuddering belly, trying to figure out what was happening to him by feel. It didn't help.
Derek felt his shirt coming undone. He felt large slivers of flesh steadily pushing out from between buttons, and his nipples pushing against the inside of the shirt, seemingly trying to break through. He had no idea what was going on?!
All of a sudden, his shirt burst open, its most strained buttons flying across the studio, one of which hit Tina's left shin.
With less buttons holding it back, Derek's belly surged out into the open. Then, almost as quick as it started, the shocking and alarming episode was over. The episode of Derek's sudden and explosive growth, that is… Not the television episode he was currently “starring” in.
Still gasping, he slumped back in his now much too small chair as he foggily processed what'd just happened…
He'd had a major growth spurt on live TV.
*****
CorpaCorp's stock was soaring.
Whether they were for or against it, pretty much everyone who wasn't already, became obsessed with Derek's obviously, very unusual pregnancy.
He was now being called “ultra-progressive” by the liberal media, while the opposite end of the political spectrum was really ramping up their “freak of nature” talk.
“What the heck is this guy incubating, a whale?!” Some C-list media personality suggested, rousing a huge laugh from her fellow panel members and their audience.
“Yeah, a sperm whale!” Another woman said, getting even more laughs and applause.
Derek was watching one of those morning shows where bickering women discuss current events. This morning, he was one of said events.
“When was he due?!” Another woman asked.
“A lot of people are saying it's fake,” the eldest member of the panel chimed in. “A PR stunt or something?” She shrugged as she twirled her glasses.
“Whatever it is, it's working! CorpaCorp's stock is going through the roof!”
“Just like his waistline!” The first woman laughed. “Can we run the clip again, please?” She requested as she nodded off-camera.
Derek groaned. They were about to show the clip of the growth spurt he'd had on live TV the day before, again. Everyone, on every show, on every channel, was showing it again, all day long, no matter what the program was usually about.
And so, for the umpteenth time, he saw himself pop back up on his TV, looking like he was about to pop as he sat in that stupid armchair, squirming and pouring sweat. And it only got worse from there…
It looked like Derek was inflating, probably because he actually was… The color of his face went from pink, to beet red as there, in front of the world (again and again and again,) he arched, groaned and clutched at his outlandishly massive middle as his shirt tightened and strained, flesh pushing its way out, sending buttons flying like bullets as he whined and struggled like some freakish fertility experiment gone wrong.
Even though he'd already seen the clips more times than he could count or cared to admit, somehow, Derek still couldn't believe he was watching himself. That that was what he'd become?! He'd never seen anything like that happen to anyone?! Why had it happened to him, of all people?
“Will you stop watching that?!” Amy chided as she entered the living room.
Derek watched as his sister grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, something he should've done hours ago. Even after the screen went black, he kept staring at it, slumped on his couch in nothing but a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, neither of which came close to fitting anymore.
An emptied tub (formerly containing a gallon of chocolate ice cream) sat next to him, the spoon he'd used the only thing left inside. Derek should've been embarrassed by his swollen, slovenly state, but he'd moved beyond that. Now, he just felt numb.
“Don't listen to any of those harpies!” Amy said as she walked around the room, cleaning, organizing and chatting on the phone to boot, though currently, she was on hold. “You're perfectly normal!” She nodded and smiled at him.
Derek wanted to believe her, but he couldn't. He was anything but normal. He knew Amy was trying to be nice, but seriously, what the hell was she smoking? Whatever it might be, he wished to hell he could have some.
Belatedly, Amy realized she may've gone too far…
“OK,” she relented. “Maybe perfectly normal isn't the, um… Anyway, you're special!” She nodded again. “You're one of relatively few men to get pregnant, and you're having multiples! You're helping make that perfectly normal, which it will be, someday!”
Derek grunted, refusing to make eye contact. Initially, he'd appreciated his younger sister's unexpected arrival the night before, but now he just wanted her to go home and leave him alone. He thought he was making that obvious, but apparently not…
“Come on, now…” Amy said as she walked over and gave the top of his belly a gentle “boop.” “Don't let some idiots, who can't handle change or anyone being any different, get you down! That's their fault, not yours!”
Derek didn't respond, not to her touch or kind words. He just kept staring at the darkened TV hanging on the wall opposite him. Amy opened her mouth to try again, but ended up talking into the phone.
“Yes, I'm still here,” she confirmed.
Derek tried to tune her out. He knew who she was talking to and why, and didn't want to hear the conversation, but unfortunately, it had his full attention.
“We're interested in the crib on page two, K7… We're going to need, how many Derek?” Amy called out. “Do you want them to share? Is that even safe? How many cribs do you think you could fit in the guest room? Are you gonna move? Who am I kidding?!” She chuckled to herself. “You're gonna have to!”
When her older brother didn't, Amy answered one of her own questions. “We'll start with two K7's for now, please,” she requested. “How soon can they be delivered, and does that include setup?”
Really, Derek should've appreciated her help because he had no idea how to handle shit like this. He had no clue where to shop for “the best” baby stuff, but he didn't appreciate his little sister's efforts…
It was evident that Amy was trying too hard. Derek couldn't figure out if she was really being supportive and just going overboard, or if she was living out what she'd always wanted to do herself?
All Amy had ever wanted since being one herself, was children. At least one of them…
Despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to have any, at least not in the most traditional sense. Derek felt bad about that, but that was her problem, not his…
His problem was that he was heavily pregnant with four babies he'd never intended to have, and didn't want. The situation was as ironic as it was sick.
Derek would've traded places with his younger sister in half a heartbeat. Hell, he would've happily given her all of his babies, but doing so would be next to impossible now that he'd gone public and was the face of Manternity. Pretty much the entire world knew about him now…
If he gave his children to his loving sister and her husband, who'd undoubtedly provide them with a better, more happy home, Derek knew he'd get called out for it. He'd become even more of a pariah. Not only that, he'd likely get fired from the job he was fighting tooth and nail to keep from becoming the antithesis of the image he was trying so hard to sell.
“Do you have any breast pumps that aren't pink?” Amy asked the operator she was speaking to, who evidently knew who her brother was (but who didn't anymore?) “Yes, he's going to nurse! All you have is pink?” She sighed. “OK, we'll take it.”
Derek felt nauseous.
Cribs and pink breast pumps were being ordered for him. For his children. The ones he was carrying…
He ran his hand down his face and muttered a series of curses under his breath as he finally let his gaze fall from the TV, only for it to land on his bloated breasts and belly.
*****
Tammy was ordering Derek bigger shirts biweekly. Even so, he was outgrowing them so quickly, he was lucky if he got to wear them once.
As he worked his thickened thighs and fattened ass cheeks back into his underwear following their most recent romp in his office, he felt Matt appraising him. Derek tried to ignore the janitor, but he felt his cheeks burn nonetheless.
He thought his body was now deformed and disgusting. Only Matt, the sick bastard, could crave someone so huge and swollen…
At least this worked to Derek's advantage, seeing as he needed it so constantly. He craved it. This monstrous pregnancy was driving him crazy.
The thirty-three year old hated himself, personally and professionally. Almost from the start, he'd considered himself important at CorpaCorp, but now..? Now, sure he was important, but he felt like a fucking monkey, forced to perform tricks. CorpaCorp had always ridden him hard, but now, they were milking Derek for all he was worth, making him talk about his pregnancy and show off his growing bumps.
Regular job duties had been tossed aside. He'd been demoted to some obscene spokesman, endlessly doing media and outreach through Manternity. No one actually seemed to care about the outreach Derek and Manternity were trying to do, they just cared about his pregnancy, and how much bigger it continued to grow.
He wished so badly that CorpaCorp would give him leave, especially considering he was a fucking blimp now, but there was no chance of that happening. Derek's condition was too valuable to them.
It wasn't as if he could just go and find another job. Not now, and maybe not even after he wasn't packed full of babies he didn't want. As such, Derek was stuck paying his dues.
He winced as he started putting his bra on. Yes, he was finally wearing one now… He probably should've started wearing one sooner, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to. Now though, a bra was a necessity.
Bras kept Derek's breasts from jiggling too much, and his nipples from torturously rubbing against the inside of his shirts, and from sticking out. Too much, practically staring at people themselves.
Derek bit his lower lip hard to keep from groaning as he looked down at his cleavage. His “special” condition left him with little masculinity left to even try to retain or salvage.
*****
“No bra.”
Derek looked over at Matt, who was sprawled across his bed, looking at him. Automatically, his lips scrunched in irritation.
“What're you… talking about?” He grunted as he continued working on the clasps.
He'd gotten better and faster working with them, but his breasts had also gotten bigger, making the task almost as difficult as it'd been the first time he'd been forced to perform it.
“No bra today.”
“I have to wear one now, thanks to you!” Derek scoffed.
“I know,” Matt smirked as he sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, and then stretched his muscular arms over his head, staring at Derek all the while. “Those puppies are just too perfect to not show off, so no bra,” he shook his head as he lowered his arms.
“They're too big to show off, so yes, bra!” The VP huffed as he continued fastening the mentioned article.
Matt stood with a quiet grunt. Big and strong as he was, he and Derek had had a “busy” night, so he was a little worn out. As he approached, his cock, which wasn't erect for a change (at least not fully,) wagged about in front of him. He came and stood behind Derek, placed his hands on his shoulders and then turned him so they were both facing the mirror.
“No bra,” Matt repeated as he moved his hands to undo the clasps.
Derek glared at him in the mirror. Once the bra was off and dropped to the floor (where it was impossible for him to pick up,) Matt moved his hands around front and cupped his swollen breasts.
They were D's but then. Big, huge, swollen D's.
“I really outdid myself!” The janitor smirked as he stared at the orbs in his hands in the mirror. “Not only are they beautiful, they're fuckin’ huge, and not even done growing yet!” He winked as he pressed himself against Derek's back while his fingers moved to squeeze his pert nips.
Derek groaned as his body started to shake. Tits, of course, included.
“We're gonna grow you a real good set of udders… Some huge pornstar tits!” Matt announced. “How's that sound?”
“You're ridiculous!” Derek huffed, jaw clenched, face flushed.
He couldn't imagine his breasts getting any bigger. They were already huge!
“I'm a fucking man!” He growled, but he sounded less than convincing.
“You're a needy bitch,” Matt countered as he gave his nubs a particularly hard squeeze, forcing another undignified noise to shoot up the young exec's throat. “You can finish getting dressed now,” he said as he suddenly released his grip and turned and headed off to the bathroom. “But no bra,” he said over his shoulder.
*****
Derek's bra was tight. Very tight.
His tits were bulging out the tops of the cups, dangerously close to spilling free. The bra he'd stuffed himself into, his (current) biggest, was now so tight and confining, it was making it difficult for him to breathe.
Derek had begrudgingly fulfilled Matt's “request” the day before, and it'd been hell. He'd spent all day wincing as his nipples rubbed against the inside of his shirt. He'd spent all day trying to hide the nubs as they poked through his two layers of fabric. Without a bra, every time Derek moved, his tits really had, so today, he hadn't let Matt stop him from putting a bra on as he dressed for work.
The results weren't as good as he'd hoped… Derek was going to have to add bras to Tommy's embarrassing shopping list, making it even more so. Till he got some bigger ones, he was going to have to make do with what he had.
What he really had was a Manternity event that afternoon… Yet another PR thing, each of which was more idiotic, embarrassing and nightmarish than the last, but Derek had to do it.
A surprising number of people came to these events, but not the kind they were intended for… It wasn't as if there were pregnant men flooding the streets after all. If any even existed in the near vicinity, they were choosing to stay home. Today's event, intended for “male mommies,” was attended by solely female ones.
Derek stood at the front of a conference room full of pregnant women. Between his bra and all the damn estrogen in the air, he truly struggled to breathe.
Before him was a table, on which sat various items,including lotions and oils, a fake baby, and some sex toys that were supposed to “make mommy happy,” or something. There was also a back and leg massager, a good bath, an exercise ball, some candles, a variety of different sized and shaped pillows, a nursing bra, and a pregnancy girdle his pregnancy was too big for.
Derek genuinely wanted to puke.
What was the point of all this? Why did he have to put on (another) damn show for all these women? It was disgusting and humiliating.
“And so, yeah… That's how this thing works. Really helps!” Derek smirked and nodded as he squeezed the stress ball in his hand a few more times before setting it back on the table.
He hadn't prepared. He honestly had no idea what he was supposed to do with some of the stuff, so he mostly just winged it. Things he really had no clue what to do with, he skipped and yet still, his fecund, female audience held onto his every word with rapt attention.
There were a few men in attendance, but none of them were pregnant. They seemed to be there in support of the women, though there were a couple male reporters and camera men, who noted and/or photographed and recorded his every word and move.
Derek could not have been any less interested in his latest assigned task. He absent-mindedly fiddled with the next trinket, grabbing it off the table only to belatedly realize it was a giant dildo. Quick as he could, he set it down again. His cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat.
“Everyone's more than welcome to come and look at all these great… things, up close at the end,” he offered with another forced smile. “For now though, I'll take questions if anyone has any?”
A small woman with a large belly shot her right hand up. “What you're doing is amazing!” She nodded and grinned. “I think you're really, really brave!”
The conference room filled with applause. Some of the preggos even started tearing up. Fucking hormones…
“Thank you for saying that,” Derek smiled, cheek lightly twitching. “Do you have a question though?”
She didn't, but someone else did. Another hand shot up.
“Male pregnancy seems to be, er…” this preggo paused. “A lot of work.”
Derek bit the inside of his twitching cheek to keep from screaming. He nodded. “Pregnancy in general is a lot of work, but well worth the reward, wouldn't you all agree?” He finally asked a damn question.
The second woman nodded. “Yes, but your pregnancy… It's just so different and fascinating! That growth spurt, and…”
“Sorry… Did you actually have a question?” Derek cut in.
“Two actually…” she nodded.
“OK…” he said slowly as he waited for her to fucking ask them already!
“Should you still be working and be on your feet so much, and when are you due?”
“Same as with any pregnant woman, it's perfectly fine for me to still be working and on my feet,” Derek replied. “Regarding my due date, it remains a private matter,” he said with a forced smile as he resisted the urge to fidget.
His right hand had been resting atop his belly but now, it kept instinctively moving higher towards his chest, “wanting” to rub it.
Matt had been relentless with his breasts the night before, rubbing, squeezing, nipping at and sucking on them. He'd toyed with them for hours as Derek arched, moaned, groaned and let him, but now, he was paying the price…
Now, his breasts felt really sore, hot and tingly. On top of that, they were more bloated than ever. As he glanced down at them, Derek swore they'd gone up another cup size overnight.
Again, Matt had instructed him to not wear a bra, but again, he'd ignored him. Now, the thirty-three year old was regretting that decision.
Derek tried to keep his breathing even as he felt more tit flesh start to heave out over the top of his overstuffed cups.
“But why is it private?” The woman pressed. “I don't know any women who hide their due dates,” she shook her head. “We're proud of them!” She switched to nodding.
“That's right!” Someone else chimed in.
“I'm proud of my… due date too,” Derek replied with a slight grimace and nod as his right nipple suddenly started to sting.
It and his left had suddenly swollen to the size of marbles, both erect and bulging.
“Well then share it!”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You see… This is where we pregnant men differ from you women… Because there are so few of us, and because I'm the face of them right now,” he switched to nodding. “If I shared my due date, I'd be hounded by the paparazzi and press even more than I am now!” He huffed.
Why did he even have to explain this? Why didn't they get it?! He was different! He wasn't one of them!
Physically, he was coming to resemble them more and more, but Derek was fucking different! Their rules didn't apply to him… They probably all wanted to be pregnant! They'd probably all planned it!
All he'd just said was true, but there was another reason Derek didn't want to make his due date public… He truly didn't want the hospital to be overrun with press and whatnot when the time came, but the main reason he didn't want to say when he was due was because the date was still well over two months away!
Everyone already assumed he was close. Much closer than he actually was… That and they all still didn't know (but probably suspected, unless they really were idiots,) that he was having multiples.
Four fucking babies.
Once they found that out, they'd just consider him an even bigger freak than they already did!
All the women nodded at him, almost politically as they all pinned their eyes on his huge belly.
“Next question,” Derek said as he heard a quiet tear.
No, this isn't happening… he silently said to himself.
But it was. His bra was starting to give…
Another woman raised her hand and started speaking before she was called on. That was fine by Derek though, as it was one less thing for him to do.
“You've also previously avoided this topic…” she started.
Before he could stop himself, Derek let out a loud huff. As he did, he heard another quiet tear. His bra just couldn't contain him anymore, and if it gave, it was safe to say his shirt would soon follow…
The now sweating thirty-three year old felt his breasts bulge like rising dough as his bra split in the back at the clasps. Immediately, the front of his shirt stretched and really filled, really pushing the expensive fabric and buttons to their limits, but at least they were keeping the bra's cups in place… Several women still noticed the sudden change and raised their gazes to Derek's fat DD's, which were now heaving above his belly.
“So what's the… What's the question?” He panted, trying his best not to.
“Are you going to nurse? Do you think men should, because I do!”
Derek bit his cheek again. Why did they care how he was going to feed his kids? Why did they care so much about him, his belly, and his throbbing tits?
His face grew hotter. He fel(... odd. He felt tense as all of a sudden, both nipples went insanely stiff. Derek pressed his lips firmly together as his breasts felt tighter and more bloated than ever before.
“Obviously, you'll be capable of feeding!” The woman continued. “I mean you look like you're…”
Derek recalled the night before, into that very morning, when again, Matt had sucked and sucked, tweaked, massaged and tugged; but never quite managed to scratch his need. He remembered how he'd begged the hunky janitor to suck harder as the pressure within his chest intensified, but ultimate pleasure and relief had remained just out of reach.
“Mmmmmmnnnngh!!!” He suddenly grunted as he braced his palms against the table.
His back arched and groaned as his breasts contracted and his nipples burned. Derek tried to hold it, it being everything in, but unfortunately, he was past that point. Matt had worked his tits up till they were full to bursting, which it seemed they were about to do.
Derek's shirt rapidly became damp with perspiration and… milk. Gradually, he felt the pressure in his chest begin to mitigate, if only just. His face turned bright red as his shirt became wetter, really pasting itself to him. Derek's leaking nipples were becoming more prominent, just fucking huge.
He whimpered pathetically as he hunched forward, belly pressing against the table as he moved his hands to hug it. Even though his eyes were shut, the flashing lights of the cameras were still blinding.
*****
Derek was back on his couch, wearing just a tight pair of briefs and a bandeau. A fucking woman's bandeau. A huge one.
He breathed heavily as he looked down at his chest. His cleavage, a generous dip between his swollen E-cups, which sat shelved atop his massive belly.
His breasts were hot, tight, pressurized and uncomfortable. Derek didn't want to admit, let alone think about it, but he knew Matt was right… He and them were just going to keep growing.
He looked over at the box he'd dumped on the chair. He'd been excited to have something waiting for him when he got home, but then Derek opened the box and saw the breast pump Amy had ordered. The pink one.
The thirty-three year old sniffed as he looked away. He ran his hands up and down his face as he stared off at nothing.
He was just so huge. So swollen. So uncomfortable…
Massive as it'd grown, amazingly, Derek's belly remained unblemished; not a single stretch mark to be found on it. It beyond filled his lap as he lowered his hands from his face and cupped its sides.
Speaking of sides, his insides churned almost constantly now. It didn't help that Derek had become a bottomless pit as of late, always desperate for more food. And fuckings…
Despite everything, including his life having pretty much spiraled completely out of control because of him, he still couldn't get enough of Matt. Derek groaned as he leaned back.
He had no choice but to acknowledge the pressure in his breasts, which had been incrementally increasing ever since his second embarrassing public incident. Derek couldn't believe how far things had devolved. Not only was he, a man, pregnant, he was also lactating.
His nipples started to sting again. Derek pressed his lips together and groaned as he felt milk starting to seep. It gently flowed from him, offering slight relief, but not enough. It only brought along a new wave of fear that things were just further exacerbating.
The thirty-three year old couldn't help himself. He slid his hands up to his tits, grimacing as his fingers came in contact with the rock hard nipples straining out against the bandeau. Ever so gently, Derek rubbed and squeezed them. He groaned again as the bandeau dampened even more, his nipples further swelling from his own teasing.
It wasn't enough, but it at least beat moping. Derek felt himself harden as he toyed with his tits. He felt his dick prod against the underside of his huge belly. There was no way he could comfortably or easily reach it.
“Fuuuck!” He whimpered.
Maybe he could get off just from this? Just from nipple stuff?
It'd happened a couple times when Matt played with them…
Derek groaned again, this time in dismay. He hated what he was doing to himself, but it was just so intensely arousing… Milk seeped between his fingers, then dribbled out of the bandeau and rolled down his massive middle as he continued to pinch and tug.
It still wasn't enough…
He took his trusty right hand and thrust it down his briefs in search of his dick, which as could be expected, he wasn't able to get to. Derek cursed under his breath as he pulled his hand out and then used it to snatch his phone off the side table.
He was going to call Matt, whom he'd told not to come over, but before he did, he stopped himself. Derek was still furious with him following the “milk mishap.” If he called begging for attention, the janitor would know he'd won, the cocky asshole.
Matt would be so damn proud that he'd turned the young VP into some squirting dairy cow. Derek couldn't let him see him like this; so frustrated and fragile. He wouldn't be able to take the mocking and snide commentary. It would be too infuriating.
He tried to breathe through it. Tried to cool and calm down. Derek felt like he was about to burst into tears as hand shaking, he closed the call screen on his phone.
In an effort to distract himself, he opened his work email and looked for a message that wasn't Manternity related. He didn't find anything…
This had to be a mistake.
Aside from Manternity crap, Derek's email, which was usually full of memos, inquiries, meeting requests and important files, was simply full of junk. Nothing important.
It was at that moment he realized his position at CorpaCorp had officially been unofficially shrunken down (ironically) to being some foul company mascot. Nothing more.
Derek dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. He never wanted to leave his house again.
But of course, that wasn't an option.
