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Miracle Drug Week 39 (In Full)
🕑 Added 2023-12-05 17:20:58 +0000 UTCSorry, just realized last part was called Week 39 too. This is the next part, but actually covers Week 39 entirely. Sorry for any confusion.
Week 39 In Full
Week 39, Day 2
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-
Betsy didn’t know why she bothered setting the alarm on her phone? Her bladder served that function now, “going off” at all hours of the day and night.
She prayed that when she opened her eyes, the day before would’ve just been a nightmare, and she wouldn’t be pregnant anymore, she knew it hadn't been and she still was. Betsy knew because her hand was resting on the side of her warm, bare, still taut as ever belly, in which she could feel her sons starting to wake too.
As she fumbled around for her phone, everything started to come to her again. She and Justin needed to talk more. There was so much to talk about, like Trent and why they were both still pregnant for starters. So as much as Betsy would've preferred to just lay there, maybe till she finally/probably exploded, she forced herself to get up and face the day. Another day more pregnant than the last.
She rubbed her eyes and groaned in discomfort and annoyance before slowly working herself up to sitting on the side of the bed. Her belly forced her thighs far apart as some of its underside came to rest on the mattress while the rest of it hovered off of it. As she looked down at it, Betsy swore it was bigger than it had been when she'd gone to sleep. It more than likely was thanks to her and Justin's unproductive induction appointment.
As she sat there looking down and out at her giant belly and engorged breasts, despite barely being awake, her mind started to go a mile a minute. Betsy couldn't believe she was still pregnant. She couldn't believe that Trent had also fathered Justin's twins, or that the two of them had been intimate. She wasn't jealous, just… still surprised to say the very least…
Betsy honestly didn't care that her boyfriend was bi. Did she wish he'd told her sooner? Yes. Would it have made a difference? Probably not, because she liked Justin a lot.
She'd quickly come to trust him and become a literally huge part of her life as of late. Justin was so supportive of her and not just physically. Betsy couldn't imagine how she'd be handling everything if they hadn't met up again because obviously, Trent was no help anymore. Now he was nothing, and nowhere to be found. What a fucking mess…
So in that regard, it was nice that she and Justin had Trent in common. He'd “helped” and then abandoned the both of them with apparently equal disregard. At least Betsy and Justin had each other now, and they and their babies all remained “healthy,” only problem being their babies remained inside them.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty!” Justin said all cheerily as he waddled back into the bedroom.
His belly was barely being contained by an XXXL paternity Under Armor spandex top, which didn't meet his gym shorts in the front. After coming to a ponderous stop, Justin braced himself on his dresser as his other hand moved down to rub the exposed underside of his belly.
“Someone got up early this morning,” Betsy noted with a tired and less than genuine smile.
“Couldn't sleep,” Justin shook his head. “I just keep thinking about everything…”
“You and me both. As soon as I woke up, my mind started racing,” his girlfriend offered.
“I know it's easier said than done, but we're all gonna be OK, babe,” he assured her as he waddled closer. “Dr. Morrow will figure it out, and we'll figure out how to get a hold of Trent and make him make things right,” he nodded, rolling his eyes at the mention of their shared baby-daddy.
Trent… Where even to begin now? Physically, he was a fine specimen and super smart to boot, but evidently, he had some screws loose… Now that she was back in the picture, Justin really would've preferred for his children to have shared a genetic connection with Betsy. Both sets of twins did share a connection, which kind of brought them all closer together, but still…
Maybe, if he or Betsy (but definitely not both of them at the same time again) were able to get pregnant a second time, then the two of them would get to have a child or two that would be a part of both of them? As nice of a thought as that was, there were more important things to think about and focus on at the moment…
“So I had an idea,” Justin continued as he stood slightly to the side but in front of her, his big belly hovering somewhat above hers.
“Oh Lord…” Betsy groaned and rolled her eyes.
“What?”
“It's just that when the men in my life get ideas, they don't always go as planned…”
Justin frowned. “I thought you said that Trent…”
“He's not in my life like that!” Betsy rolled her eyes again. “I was just… Just continue,” she nodded.
“Mama's gettin’ a little bossy!”
“No… Mama's gettin’ a little annoyed, and she just woke up, so I'd be…”
Justin held his hands up in surrender. “So… While I couldn't sleep, part of what I got to thinking about was how we probably still have a lot of the induction drug in our systems…”
“Not a lot, Justin…” Betsy shook her head. “We have all of it. An entire hospital's supply!”
“Right,” he nodded. “An absurd amount. So why not try and use it to our advantage?”
“And how, pray tell, do you suppose we do that?”
“By doing more of what we did yesterday… More walking, a lot more, and lots of spicy food!” He nodded some more. “Oh, and I saved the best for last…” he wagged his brows as he smirked. “Sex! Lots of it! Put all that together, and we should pop in no time! Whaddaya say?” He grinned as he reached down and out to rub the top of Betsy's belly.
She took a few moments to think about all Justin had just said. Aside from the sex, none of it sounded enjoyable, but he had a point… Betsy could continue to just sit/lay there in despair and dismay, or she could try to use the drug still in her system to her advantage. Hopefully… Even though she wasn't feeling very hopeful or optimistic, her boyfriend obviously was, which helped inspire her. A little.
“OK,” she said quietly.
“Yeah?” Justin smirked again.
“Yeah… Let's do this,” she nodded as she tapped on her belly with her fingers, her resolve building. “Let's get these babies out!”
Justin clapped and hooted in response. He knew Betsy was down in the dumps following their less than successful appointment and the truth was, he was right with her. Fortunately for both of them, despite everything, he remained a little more optimistic, so he smiled down at her as he offered her his hands.
The two parents still-to-be huffed and puffed as working together, they slowly got Betsy standing. Once she was, she finally smiled as they both stood there catching their breath.
When he was sure his girlfriend was steady, Justin moved so the fronts of their pregnancies were touching. “You definitely feel ready,” he nodded as he moved his hands up and down the sides of her bump. “I give it three days tops. We got this.”
“We do,” Betsy nodded as she reached out and did the same, her shorter arms barely able to reach. “Three days, then we call Morrow, if we haven't heard from him or we don't have to call him before!”
“Right!”
“But what about Trent?” She frowned.
Justin had known that question was coming. Not only was it valid, it needed to be addressed but ideally, later, when they weren't on the verge of exploding with his offspring.
“I think we should just focus on us for now, OK, babe?” He suggested with another smile.
“Yeah, you're right,” Betsy nodded back.
Cue, “Eye of the Tiger,” by Survivor.
“So what's on the agenda first?” She asked.
“I was thinking…” Justin paused for effect. “Sex!”
“How did I know you were going to say that?!” Betsy laughed and shook her head. “No! Not sex!”
“Why not?” He frowned.
“Because my strap-on hasn't come yet, and I wanna fuck you right after you fuck me!” She winked up at him. “Or before… You can pick!”
“Oh yeah?” Justin asked, quickly transitioning from frowning to grinning, before somewhat steeling himself again. “Wait… Before I go and get too excited, when's it supposed to get here?”
“This afternoon.”
“Hopefully, before dinner?!” He said as he took his right hand from Betsy's belly, raised it and crossed his fingers.
“Why do you say that?” She asked.
“Right…” he chuckled. “I guess you wouldn't know…”
“Know what?”
“Know that when you're a bottom, you have to be careful about what you eat,” Justin explained. “If they're going to have sex, most bottoms avoid things like dairy and spicy food, so…”
“Ah, I get it…” Betsy nodded. “I've never had to worry about that, but to be fair, I used to watch what I ate before I had sex, so I wouldn't feel all gross and bloated,” she shared. “Needless to say, that hasn't been the case for a while!” She rolled her eyes. “So sex later… Spicy food too,” she nodded again. “I guess that just leaves ‘exercising?’” She frowned as she took her hands from Justin's belly and used them to make a pair of air quotes.
“I guess it does,” he nodded back. “Need help getting dressed?”
“I can still manage. Just barely, but I can” Betsy chuckled as she placed her hands back on Justin's pregnancy, this time the front of it, and gently pushed it and the rest of him back and away. “Since you're already dressed, why don't you go down and fill our Stanleys. Sound good?”
“Good enough,” Justin nodded as he leaned in for a kiss.
“I'll be down there in five, no… Ten, no…” his girlfriend stopped herself with another groan she followed up with another sigh. “I'll be down as soon as I can, OK?!” She laughed.
“Take your time, babe,” he smiled before turning and waddling back out of the room, picking the back of his shorts out of his crack as he did. Everything was getting so damn tight…
*****
“Damn it…” Betsy grumbled to herself as she attempted to lean over and around her boobs and belly so she could tie her shoes. Try as she might, she just couldn't. “Baaaabe!” She called.
“I'm here… I got it…” Justin said, sounding less than convincing as he waddled over, braced himself on the kitchen table and then slowly and shakily lowered himself down onto his knees with a grunt.
“Thank you!” Betsy exhaled as she leaned back in her chair, thrusting her belly even further out in front of her in the process to the point it almost hit her huffing and puffing boyfriend in the forehead.
When he looked up after finishing tying her shoes, all Justin saw was Betsy's huge and tanned belly. He'd seen it plenty by then but now, it looked bigger than ever, probably because it was… Betsy's eyes peeked out from above and beyond her baby mountain as she peered down at him from behind it.
“So, um… Are you gonna… put something else… on, or are you… just gonna… wear that?” Justin haltingly asked as he struggled to get back on his feet.
Betsy's gaze dropped down and out at herself again as she showed. “What's wrong with what I have on?”
“Nothing! It's just…”
She laughed before guessing. “Maybe a little too revealing?”
Justin silently nodded, not sure what to say next… Betsy only had on a tight sports bra and an equally tight pair of capri yoga pants after all, leaving much of what she now had to offer either out in the open or damn close to it.
“Yes, babe…” she continued with a giggle. “I'm gonna put something else on.”
“Something else” ended up being one of his previously “oversized” track jackets he'd wear to the gym on a cold and/or rainy day. The jacked used to swim on Justin but now, his girlfriend was barely able to get it to zip up over the widest part of her belly, leaving her tightly packed and squeezed cleavage out on display.
A few minutes later, the very pregnant couple were waddling along through Justin's neighborhood at as brisk a pace as they could manage. Holding hands, they smiled at each other and waved at those who passed, all of whom took several seconds too long to stare back at them as “politely” as possible.
They “walked” for nearly two hours, during which according to Justin's watch, they covered just under two miles. Betsy strongly disagreed with this… She was sure they'd gone at least five. Justin's watch was right. By the time they got back to the house, both of them were red in the face, dripping with sweat and gasping for breath.
Justin couldn't wait to take a nice, cold shower to freshen up but first, the task of picking up the package left in front of the door fell to him. He was going to leave it to get later, after he'd replenished some of his dwindling energy, but then he realized what the package was…
“This is… oooh!” He groaned as he squatted, his tired legs aching and shaking. “It… isn't it?”
Once he was standing, Betsy checked the box and nodded. “That's… it,” she confirmed as she wiped more sweat from her brow.
“I never… asked, but how… big is it?” Justin asked as he fumbled to unlock the door.
“Pretty big…” his girlfriend replied with a winded laugh.
“How big?” He pressed as he finally got the door open and waddled inside.
“Eight by… eight.”
“Eight by eight?!” Justin repeated, eyes widening as he imagined how much his hole was going to have to widen to take the strap-on.
“Is that… gonna be an issue?” Betsy asked as she followed him in.
“Lengthwise, no,” he shook his head as he headed for the kitchen, box resting atop his belly. “But widthwise..?”
“Oh, come on now…” Betsy goaded. “A big, strong, bi man like you… doesn't think he can take it?”
“Eight inches girth is a lot, Bets! A lot!” Justin nodded as he set the box down and lumbered over to the fridge to get some more water, even though his bladder had started sending him signals letting him know it was going to need to be emptied again soon. “Especially when I'm so full!”
“But that's the, ahh…” Betsy sighed as she dropped heavily onto a chair at the table. “Point.”
“What is?” Justin frowned as he waddled over and handed her a plastic water bottle.
Instead of opening it, Betsy held the cool bottle against her neck and sighed again. “The circumference of an average newborn's head is 13.5”,” she informed. “And our babies are not average, so you're gonna have to stretch. A lot! If you think you're full now, you've got another thing comin’, preggo!”
Obviously, he'd known he was going to have to, but Justin still shuddered at the thought of having to push something so large out of him. Somethings, actually, since he was having twins. He didn't tell Betsy, but he was a bit of a “size queen” when it came to cocks, but still… A baby's head isn't even the widest part of its body, its shoulders are, which unfortunately made Betsy correct on all accounts. Even if it started to loosen up, his ass was going to be very full when he finally went into labor. If he ever did…
“I got you something else too,” Betsy smirked up at him as she twisted off the cap of her water and took a big gulp.
“What else did you get?” Justin frowned again, already getting the sense he wasn't going to like whatever it was.
“Don't you wanna be surprised?” His girlfriend wagged her brows at him.
“Don't you think we've had enough of those lately?” He countered with a roll of his eyes.
“Boo… You're no fun!” She pouted.
“Bets…”
“It's a butt plug, OK, and yes, it's big,” Betsy nodded.
“Bigger than the…” Justin started to ask.
“Bigger than the strap-on,” she finished for him, making him shudder again. “What?! I'm trying to help you out!” She added in her defense.
“I know you are,” Justin sighed as he pulled a chair out and slowly sat. Now that he knew about all the stretching he'd have to do, he suddenly wasn't looking forward to the “fun” he and Betsy were going to have as much as he had been. “So lunch?” He asked with a forced half smile.
“Yes, please!” Betsy genuinely smiled back. “I know it looks like I never have to eat again, but that waddle really worked up an appetite!”
“Yeah, it did,” her now slightly grumpy boyfriend grunted in agreement. “So if we time things right, we can get something spicy and then you can…” he paused for a second. “Peg me before it becomes an issue.”
“Aww… Don't be scared!” Betsy cooed.
“I'm not scared!” Justin huffed.
“I promise I'll be gentle, babe,” she nodded. “Now tell me… How spicy are we talking?”
*****
An hour later, Betsy and Justin sat/lay on the couch in a near food coma. They'd both rolled their shirts up under their chests, leaving their bellies fully exposed. The two large, tightly packed and lightly heaving orbs were covered with sauce from all the extra spicy wings they'd had delivered via PostMates. Both of them moaned and groaned as they rubbed their now super stuffed mounds, further soiling them.
“Ready to… get pegged, big… boy?” Betsy asked between short, rapid and labored breaths.
Justin shook his head as he groaned again. “God, no! I'm so… stuffed. Can we… digest a little longer?” He almost begged.
“You're the one who… has to worry about… spicy butthole!”
“So will… you!”
Betsy hadn't considered that till then, but oh well… She'd still have it easier than Justin. “Fine…” she agreed. “A little longer to… digest,” she slowly nodded as she closed her eyes. “Then, we're… doing it!”
“Yeah, alright,” Justin sighed, not looking forward to having sex for the first time ever, even though getting pegged by a woman was something he'd always wanted to try. To be fair, when he imagined it happening in the past, he didn't think it was going to happen like this…
Week 39, Day 4
“What if he, oooh!” Betsy moaned as she perfectly nailed her clit with “her” end of the strap-on as she pegged Justin. “Actually picks up?”
“He won't,” Justin shook his gently lolling head from his spot beneath her, down on the floor on all fours. Threes actually, as he held his phone to his right ear as his beach ball sized bump grazed the ground.
“He has to… one of these… times!”
“Mmmmmnngggh!” He grunted in response, not only from Betsy's long and languid thrusts, but also from all the weight and pressure her belly was putting on his ass and lower back. “Well if he… does this time or, mmm! When I leave another message, stop, OK?”
“K,” Betsy confirmed as she “kept up” her pace, which while slow, was as hard and fast as she could handle.
It'd taken getting used to, but once Justin had adjusted to the strap-on's girth, and after Betsy had found her rhythm as a top, he found getting pegged to be just as enjoyable as a more “traditional” fucking. The butt plug his “thoughtful” girlfriend had also gotten him was another story though…
Despite his many, many protests, Betsy insisted Justin use the disturbingly wide silicone device as much as possible. It hurt like hell at first and still wasn't entirely comfortable but any time Justin had the plug in, he got rock hard. Fortunately, each time Betsy “helped” work it in, it got a little easier to take, yet they both wondered if it was actually helping?
“Shit, babe…” Betsy grunted. “I can't believe how… tight you still are!” She said between thrusts.
“Shh, and… stop!” Justin huffed out. “‘Bout to leave a… message.”
Betsy came to a stop, leaving all of “her” thick eight inches inside her lightly panting boyfriend.
“Hey, Doc. Just checking in… again,” Justin said into the phone. “Bets and I have been waddling our asses off and doing some… other stuff to try and… help you out. Please, call me back as soon as you… get this,” he pleaded before ending the call and tossing his phone aside.
“No luck…” Betsy needlessly said.
“No luck,” he repeated. “But don't worry… He'll call back. Eventually. Now keep going…”
“Someone's bossy when they bottom!” She teased as she reached down and around her belly to slap his ass.
*****
Later, after Justin had “returned the favor,” he and Betsy took their daily waddle. Both of their outfits showed more belly than they had the day before and both of their smiles were tighter and not as bright as they'd been earlier in the week. Since it made him hard and his belly was still high as ever, leaving his crotch on display, Betsy didn't make Justin use the plug while they were out but as soon as they got home, in it went.
After their waddle, tired as they were, Betsy remained determined. She'd ordered Justin his own exercise ball off Amazon, which she now made him put to use in the living room. Facing each other, they slowly bounced up and down, again and again and again. Every time Justin pushed against his ball, he felt the butt plug move inside him, putting constant pressure on his now enlarged prostate.
“Come… on… babies… Let's… go…” Betsy panted as she bounced a little harder, hands on her hips, which had spread a little more in the last few days.
Halfway through their bouncing, Justin ordered another giant platter of wings to be delivered. Not only did he order a larger platter than he had the previous day, he upped the spice level too.
After lunch, bloated and exhausted, they lounged on the couch, the empty platter, plates, used napkins, and chicken bones and scraps surrounding them. Justin’s place was really getting to be a mess but he and Betsy were both too tired and frustrated to care. Even though they’d just cleared their lunch plates, they still had plenty else on their proverbial plates to deal with.
Week 39, Day 6
“It’s Justin again… We’re still waiting to hear back from you, Dr. Morrow and now, we’re really starting to get concerned. Call me back as soon as you get this,” Justin sighed as he finished leaving another message.
He wanted to yell. To scream at Morrow, but what was the point? Not only that, yelling and screaming took energy he needed to save for what he and Betsy were going to do next…
“Maybe we should… just go to his… office?” Betsy said as she struggled to work her skin tight shirt down over her noticeably larger belly.
“If he’s trying to avoid us, which he sure seems to be, he’s not gonna be there,” Justin shook his head as he waddled over to the closet to get himself a shirt.
Betsy groaned in frustration. Her frustration at everything… Dr. Morrow, Trent, she and Justin’s enormous bellies, her engorged breasts, and her boys, both of whom were particularly active at the moment.
“Jesus, guys! Please, give Mommy a fucking break!” She pleaded.
“Restless?” Justin asked as he pulled his shirt on.
“Way more than that!”
“Well hopefully, the stairs will tire them out,” he shrugged as he fruitlessly tugged at his hem. The moment he let go of it, it shot back up his belly at least three inches.
“They’re gonna tire us out, that’s for sure!” Betsy huffed. “Ready to go?”
“No!” Justin groaned. “But let’s do this…”
*****
Fifteen minutes later, already beet red and sweating, they finally arrived at the local high school’s football stadium. Arms bracing their deeply arched backs, Justin and Betsy stared up at the steep stairs leading to the top of the bleachers, then back at each other.
Betsy gulped as she looked up again. “Justin… We’re gonna die!”
Even though the same thought had just crossed his mind, he smiled and shook his head. “We’re not gonna die. Hopefully, we’re gonna go into labor!”
“But nothing else we’ve tried has worked!”
“I know that!” He replied a little harsher than he intended to. “We just gotta keep trying, and try to stay positive!” He added with a pretty unconvincing smile.
Betsy groaned and rolled her eyes. “You’re as full of shit as you are babies!” She shook her head as she waddled forward and grabbed onto the railing. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
*****
Forty minutes later, they were both on the verge of collapse halfway up the bleachers. Justin and Betsy were so sweat-soaked, not only were their clothes plastered to their bloated forms, they’d been rendered nearly transparent. It had taken them that long to complete two trips up and down and they were halfway through their third when they both needed to take another break.
“L-last… last time!” Justin gasped out, doubled over his pregnancy as he clinged onto the railing with all the strength he could muster.
“Noooooo!” Betsy groaned in the same position on the other railing. “We still… have to… walk home!”
“We’re… Ubering!”
“It’s only… three blocks!”
Justin was starting to get testy again. “Walk ‘em if… you want. I’m riding!” He said as with a loud groan, he forced himself back upright and looked to the top of the bleachers once again. “I can… do this!” He told himself, not sounding entirely convinced. “Last… time!” He repeated as he ever so slowly set off again.
Betsy let out another groan. “I… hate you!”
“No, you… don’t!” Justin panted over his shoulder. “You hate… Trent! We… both… do!”
