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Three Pregnant Friends Ch. 1 UPDATED
🕑 Added 2023-03-11 02:19:21 +0000 UTCThe Three Pregnant Friends
by Brimmingbelly04
CHAPTER ONE
"You sure you don't wanna come?" Dylan asked his friend again as he entered the living room.
Oliver looked up from the couch, where he'd been messing around on his phone, blinking several times in surprise. "You weren't kidding..?"
"No, I wasn't kidding! You should come, it'll be fun!" Dylan nodded encouragingly. "Not that you need any more after last night…" he added with a grunt and a roll of his eyes.
Oliver rolled his eyes right back but otherwise ignored the verbal jab, staying focused on the fact that one of his best friends and fellow tenant of the townhouse they rented was actually serious about going out tonight. "You're really going?!"
"Yes, I'm really going! Is there some reason I shouldn't?"
"Um, two come to mind, pretty quickly!" He laughed.
“Whatever,” Dylan shrugged. “I went to the store earlier and got some condoms,” he informed as he pointed to the small bulge in one of the pockets of the coat he was wearing for the first time, the small protrusion having gone unnoticed by Oliver till then, all but lost amongst the other, much larger protrusions Dylan’s outerwear was struggling to contain.
“Isn’t it a little late to ask someone to wrap it up?”
“Obviously! But there are still STDs…”
“Which is another reason I won’t be joining you, but thanks again for thinking of me!” Oliver winked.
“Oh please!” Dylan scoffed. “I don’t remember you ever being worried about STDs in the past! And by the way… You can catch ‘em from hooking up with random guys in your room too!” He countered with a highly raised and equally judgy left brow. “They aren’t only spread at bathhouses,” he rather pointlessly concluded.
“No, they’re not,” Oliver admitted. “But you’re a hell of a lot more likely to get one, or two, or three there! And for your information, last night was the first time I’ve been with anyone since my not so little slip up, aaand, I at least got to know him some before I let him fuck me!”
"Some!" His friend snorted. "We share a wall, dude, and from what I heard coming from your side of it, and I heard a lot, it sounded like you were doing a hell of a lot more moaning than talking!"
"Then please accept my sincerest apologies for keeping you up, O' Fertile One!" Oliver "graciously" offered with another roll of his eyes as he raised his right middle finger.
"You don't have to feel too bad, asshole," Dylan grunted, shaking his head as he lowered his gaze to his very large and very round middle. "Not to say you weren't obnoxiously loud, but these two were the main reason I couldn't sleep," he sighed. "They may be big, but apparently, they're not big fans of Korean barbecue…" he groaned as he recalled his frequent trips to the bathroom the night before and all the unpleasantness they'd entailed.
"That's impossible! Korean barbecue is fuckin' delicious, man! In fact, thanks for the idea!" Oliver grinned as with a grunt of his own, he began the now arduous process of standing by first slowly working his butt closer to the front edge of the couch. "Think I'll hit up Honey Pig for dinner while you're off having your fun."
"Don't you mean second dinner? I'm pretty sure I remember smelling pizza not too long ago…"
"I know you're not talking!" He scoffed before letting out a low groan as he stood, both hands flying down to his aching lower back. "Christ… I am so over being pregnant!" He declared with a wince and a hiss as he pressed his palms hard against his sore, strained muscles.
"Join the club!"
"I already did and more than kinda wish I hadn't!"
"Too late for that… Anyway, wanna see what I'm wearing?"
"You've got something on under that creepy, old man, flasher trench?" Oliver chuckled. "Why?"
"It's not creepy!" Dylan disagreed. "And yes I have something on underneath, and you know why!"
"Trench coats are pretty much always creepy," his friend chuckled some more. "Where'd you find one big enough to somewhat fit you, anyway?"
"Some place online," he shrugged as he started undoing the buttons he'd worked so hard to fasten up in his room. As he did, Dylan made sure to hold the coat shut till he was ready to make his first big reveal of the night. "Which is also where I found this!" He grinned when ready as he'd ever be, he flung the massive, black, ankle-length trench open to expose the literally little ensemble he'd just barely managed to work his bloated form into.
"Jesus Christ, Dylan!!!"
Despite a good portion of his brain internally screaming at the rest of it not to, Dylan kept the trench open as Oliver blatantly gawked, letting several moments of complete silence pass before asking, "Um, so was that a good Lord's name in vain, or a bad one?"
"Um, I… uh…"
"Come on, dude! Tell me what you think!l the doubly pregnant man pressed, eager to know if his singleton carrying friend thought he'd gone too far, even though his loud, initial response and now delayed commentary, quite clearly indicated that yes, he the fuck had…
"So I think…" Oliver began slowly, only to stop again as he continued ogling his friend, eyes bulging almost as much as his own belly now did. "That you're definitely gonna get some attention when you show up at the bathhouse wearing that!"
"Good! That was the idea!" Dylan smirked as he began bringing the sides of the trench back together so he could start doing up the buttons again.
"Wait a sec…"
"Why?"
"Just gimme a damn second, will ya?!" Oliver requested.
"Why?" Dylan repeated, more flat this time, his nerves and embarrassment both understandably beginning to get the best of him.
"Because…" Oliver replied casually as he raised his phone and aimed its now prepped camera at his indeed, flasher of a best friend. *SNAP!!!*
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The more pregnant of the two bellowed as he quickly yanked his coat shut, holding it tight over his multiple swells.
"Sorry…" his so-called "best friend" said with a half-assed shrug, sounding anything but as he looked at the picture he'd just taken, a big grin forming on his handsome face. "I just had to memorialize that, 'cause I've never seen anything like it before!" He shook his head.
"That's because you're a boring old man!"
"Am not!" He childishly disagreed. "I'm just not into the weird shit some people like you are. And by the way, I'm only six months older than you!"
"Whatever! You're still older! And my outfit's not 'weird,' it's sexy!" Dylan corrected.
"Sexy…" Oliver echoed with a nod. "Got it. So is it cool if I send this 'sexy' pic to some people?"
"WHAT?! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"Oh, come on… Don't you wanna show all that 'sexy' off? That's what you're gonna be doing at the bathhouse anyway!"
"I know, but that's different, so DO NOT send that to ANYONE!"
"Alright, fine…" he sighed.
If looks could kill, the one Dylan was now giving him would've easily accomplished the task. "I'm fucking serious, Oliver… If you even think about sending that to anyone, I'll tell everyone while I'm making my best man speech that you moan and groan like a bitch in heat while you're getting railed!"
Instead of being worried or concerned, the "threatened" man just smirked and chuckled, further annoying his fecund friend/roommate. "Trent has some hot cousins, so as long as they're there, you can say whatever you want. Can't say I'd mind them knowing I can get a little noisy…"
Dylan groaned and shook his head as he made painfully slow progress on his buttons. "You're a damn horn dog!"
"Says the pregnant guy on his way to the fuckin' bathhouse!" Oliver laughed as he lumbered over to assist. "I know you know as well as me, if not better, what it's like to be chock full of hormones, amongst other things…" he grunted as he saddled his belly up next to Dylan's before awkwardly leaning over both to work on some of the trench's lower buttons since he was only half as encumbered as Dylan.
"Thanks… Don't go too far down, otherwise I won't be able to reach when it's time for me to take this thing off."
"Right?" He chuckled. "You're even less mobile than me!"
"Amazingly, not by much. Not yet, anyway, but that's what another baby'll do to ya!" Dylan grunted. "Which means it's probably gonna take a damn army to get Trent dressed and ready on the big day!"
"At least we won't have to be part of it."
"Yeah, but only because we'll have our own issues, especially me!" Dylan rolled his eyes.
"God…" Oliver groaned, dragging out the three letter word extra long. "The three of us are gonna look fucking ridiculous up on the altar!"
"I know! People are gonna think they're at the paternity ward instead of a church!"
"If Trent wasn't one of my very best friends, and this huge, crazy wedding wasn't so important to him, there's no way I'd subject myself to so much embarrassment!"
"How the hell do you think I feel about having to stand up in front of everyone?! I've gotta do it twice! First during the ceremony, and then again at the reception when I give my toast! You're lucky you only have one duty to fulfill, not to mention the fact that you'll be the smallest one of us while doing it!"
"Yeah, but I'll be even bigger by then, and I'm not as confident in myself as you obviously are!" Oliver said as he stepped back to reassess his friend now that all the buttons that could be had been done. "Ya know… All buttoned up, you don't look quite as whalish as you actually are!"
Now, it was Dylan's turn to raise his middle finger, but he decided to take the action up a notch by doubling his efforts as he defiantly announced, "I choose to take that as a compliment!"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night…" Oliver chuckled. "I know I said I'm not a fan of trench coats… They usually make me think of school shooters and creepy, old flashers, but, I just might ask to borrow yours if I can get what's his name to come over again…" he smirked as he wriggled his brows.
"What is his name?" Dylan queried, wagging his brows right back. "And what happened to getting to know each other before you did it, huh?!"
"We did!"
"Alright, so what's his name..?" He stopped wriggling and raised his brows.
"I do know it, I just can't think of it at the moment!" Oliver rolled his eyes. "But anyway, what I was getting at is that whatever his damn name is, wanted us to do some role-playing, which I thought was weird, 'cause you know me, 'Mr. Boring…'" he sighed as he made some air quotes. "But…" he smirked as he mentally replayed some of the night before. "Well, you heard how much fun we had, so maybe a little role-play would be hot?" He shrugged. "So do me a favor and don't get any cum on that thing so maybe I can give it a spin, OK?"
Dylan looked down at himself as he smoothed the trench over his biggest swell. "Don't worry… It's for sure coming back cum-free, 'cause it's gonna go straight into the locker as soon as I get one. Actually, if you wanna borrow it, you're the one who's gonna have to promise to keep it clean, and leave the tags on while you and whoever the hell he is, do whatever you're gonna do with it, 'cause I'm returning it."
"What? No! Keep it! Maybe it is kinda cool in an emo, high-schooler sort of way?" Oliver shrugged.
"I like it, but I also paid way too much for it, especially since I was only planning on wearing it this once and soon enough, I won't have any need for it since I'll never be this pregnant again, thank fucking God!"
"You do know that lightning can actually strike twice, right?" Oliver winked before teasing some more, "But even if you're right and you never do get this pregnant again, you'll still be able to get some use out of it once you're baby-free."
"No I won't! It'll be a tent then!"
"A tent big enough to hide the saggy belly and the giant milk jugs you're gonna be left with for a while!" He laughed long and hard.
"Well alrighty then!" Dylan huffed. "Apparently, so-called comedy hour has started, and you're at the mic, so I'm not interested!" He said as he reached out to try and smack Oliver's pregnancy, only to find it out of reach thanks to his own, much larger one, and how much space it now took up both in front and to the sides of him. "Fuck…" he grumbled.
"Ha ha!" Oliver laughed at his failure. "Don't worry, I'm cutting tonight's set short, so you can go have your fun and not miss any of it, and so I can go eat," he said as he turned and began to waddle off.
"Door's the other way, genius…"
"Huh?"
"You just said you were going out to eat. Again…"
"I am, I just gotta pee first. Again… Shouldn't you too before you leave?" Oliver asked as he gestured towards the powder room off the living room.
To his surprise, Dylan shook his head. "Actually, I'm good."
"Really?"
"Only 'cause I haven't had anything to eat or drink since lunch…" he admitted with a sigh.
Oliver gasped extra loud as he dramatically "fell" against the nearest wall in feigned shock. "You've gone more than two hours without shoveling or guzzling anything down your throat?! That's gotta be a record?!"
"What it is is prepping, you idiot! No one said being a bottom is easy, let alone being an extremely pregnant one!" His more pregnant friend rather needlessly informed. "You gotta think about what you eat and when, how the babies are… wait! Why am I telling you this?!" He snorted. "You know better than me 'cause you've actually been gettin' some!"
"Hardly! Like I said, last night was the first time I got some of any variety in forever!" Oliver reminded with a shake of his head. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I've finally gotten to the point I'm pregnant enough for guys into pregnant ones to be into me! The fuck kind of accomplishment is that?!" He rhetorically asked with a groan.
His friend's sudden realization made Dylan crack the hell up. "You think you're now finally pregnant enough?! You're not that much smaller than me, buddy, so I'd say that means you've been 'pregnant enough' for a damn while!"
"Fine, but if that's the case, where's that put you..?"
"On my way!" The twin-filled man laughed more as he waddled towards the stairs that would take him down to the front door. "If you manage to not eat Honey Pig closed for the night, bring me back something, 'cause I'm already starving, which means I'll be famished by the time I get back…"
"Hate to be the one to break it to ya, but I think you could handle missing a meal, or two or three, you pig!" Oliver called after him.
"That's Honey Pig to you!"
"Hey! Hold on… Are you being serious?"
"Yes!!!"
"But what about the babies not…"
"They can kick, squirm, punch, roll around and do whatever the heck else they wanna do to my digestive system later!" Dylan dared to shout back as he very cautiously descended the stairs he couldn't even see. "When I get home, I'll be so hungry and tired, I'll probably be able to sleep through anything!"
"Alright… But don't say I didn't try to warn you!"
"I won't! So long as you bring me some food!"
"One more thing…"
"What?"
"Don't fuckin' forget to wrap it up this time!" Oliver shouted one more time as he resumed his waddle towards the powder room.
"Oh, believe me…" Dylan hollered back. "After THIS, I'll NEVER forget to wrap it up again!"
Just as he opened the door, careful not to knock himself in the belly with it as he did, Trent pulled into the driveway.
"Oh, hey!" He smiled and waved before throwing in a quiet "Shit…" under his breath.
"Oh, hey you!" Trent waved back out the window at his best friend. "Where you off to this late?"
"Craving!" Dylan lied. Well, sort of… Since his bestie and other, but soon-to-be former roommate, was a lot more sexually reserved than he and Oliver were, not to mention engaged to be married, he knew Trent would assume he was craving food rather than cock. "So this is the new ride, huh?" He asked as he waddled over to the new, steel gray minivan Trent had just put in park.
"This is it. Unfortunately… Picked her up from the dealership a couple hours ago."
"Didn't you say you were getting an Escalade..?"
"I did, but obviously, Eric succeeded in convincing me that a minivan would be easier while the kids are so young and have so much stuff," Trent sighed, sounding less than convinced or enthused.
"He's probably right," Dylan nodded. "But this is so… so…"
"It just screams, 'soccer dad,' doesn't it?" Trent asked with a sigh.
"It does, but seeing as you're bound to be some sort of sports dad three times over, that's kinda fitting, don't you think?"
"Yes, unfortunately…" he sighed again.
"But you'll only have it for a few years, right? Just till the trips are a little older and can…"
"Right!" Trent firmly nodded, obviously still trying to convince himself.
"And hey… At least you don't have to worry about getting an uber expensive Escalade all icky and pukey," Dylan pointed out, hoping it would help.
"Exactly."
"What're you doing here so late?"
Trent scoffed. "I still live here!"
"Do you, though?" His bestie laughed. "You've been spending so much time at Eric's recently, I thought you already moved in?!"
"Just about, but not quite," Trent replied as he opened his door and started working himself out of his new, unfortunate ride. "You guys gonna miss me?"
"We already do!" His twin-carrying friend smiled. "You, me and Oli all lived together for over six years, so it's gonna take some getting used to when you really stop coming by," he said as his smile transitioned into a genuine frown.
Tent laughed and rolled his eyes. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily! I'll still come by, and not just to collect the rent!" He assured before letting out a grunt as he hoisted his belly up and out in front of him, and up and out of his stupid minivan. "I mean yeah… I won't live here anymore, but that doesn't mean we still won't see each other all the time, right?"
"No, of course not!"
"Though, it would probably be easier if you guys came to see me, at least for a while…" he realized aloud as he looked up at the tall townhouse he owned. "Damn, this place has A LOT of stairs!"
"Yeah, it does," Dylan grunted in agreement. "And Oli and I will totally come to you, whenever you want!" He promised.
"Good," Trent smiled as he eyed him. "New coat?"
"Uh huh."
"It's, um…"
"Huge?!" Dylan suggested with an "innocent" chuckle, hoping some self-deprecating humor might tempt his friend into jumping onto the teasing bandwagon before he could ask why he was wearing the new outerwear which fortunately, it sort of did…
"Yeah, but I'm sure it still wouldn't fit me!" The substantially more expectant man laughed back as his hands went to the taut, bulging sides of his triplet-filled middle. "I realize it's technically Fall now, but isn't it still a little warm for such a long coat?" He asked. "Especially when you're carrying a load the size of yours and mine?!" He added as he stroked his bump, which was only covered by a lightweight, tan colored sweater that was stretched so tight across it, Dylan could easily see the bra Trent had on.
'Not when you have on next to nothing under it!' He said to himself before replying aloud, "I'm good!"
"OK."
"Anyway, I gotta head out before my place closes," he lied again, this time fully, as the bathhouse he was on his way to stayed open twenty-four/seven.
"Alright, then. Well, hi, bye!"
"Hi, bye!" Dylan echoed with a wave as he began lumbering away.
"Ooh, wait!" Trent called after him, not that he'd gotten very far… "Have you found a date yet?"
"A date..?"
"For the wedding! It's two weeks from tomorrow, so I really need a final headcount, ASAP!"
"Well, you already have mine, 'cause I haven't found an external date," Dylan shook his head. "Not that I even tried to, but anyway… Just count on me bringing these two," he replied as he gave his own, solidly stuffed, but not quite as massive as Trent's, belly two pats.
"Why didn't you?! If you had, you might've found someone!"
"Seriously, Trent..?" He groaned. "Who do you really think would wanna be my plus-one, when I'm already bringing along a plus-two?!" He rolled his eyes.
"I guess we'll never know since you never asked!"
"Ugh…" Dylan groaned again. "Look… I mean this as nicely as I can, but sometimes… I think 'cause you have Eric, which I'm really happy you do, by the way!" He assured with a nod. "I think you don't realize some of the challenges that come with being pregnant, let alone really pregnant and single, one of them being, finding a date to you best friend's wedding!" He said, having no choice but to laugh. 'Or, the lengths you have to go to to get laid!' He silently added to himself.
"You're right…" Trent sighed. "And I'm sorry… I just want you to have a good time at the wedding, but I know you will whether you bring an external guest or not," he smiled. "But… if anything changes, just lemme know, no matter how close to the wedding it is, OK?" He sincerely requested. "I already ordered you and Oliver an extra meal each, anyway, 'cause if anyone knows how much you guys can eat now, it's me!" He winked. "So… if by chance, you just so happen to find a guy between now and then who's willing to be your plus-three, just lemme know and I'll add on another meal, K?"
"That's very sweet of you, so I promise I will," Trent smiled back. "But I'm still pretty damn sure it's just gonna be the three of us!" He winked as he gave his globular abdomen another couple thumps. "You gonna be around for a while?" He asked, hoping the answer would be no, seeing as he wouldn't be back in the amount of time an actual, late-night, food craving run would take…
"I just came by to grab some stuff from my room, so probably not."
"Aww, boo…" Dylan pouted. "Guess that means I probably won't see you till the baby…"
"Shower slash bachelor party!" Trent cut in, beaming. "I can't wait to see what you and Oli came up with for my other, other special night!"
"I know, right?!" Dylan nodded, forcing himself to keep fucking smiling because he too was eager to find out what he and Oliver came yyp with seeing as Trent's dual-purpose shindig was still very much a work in progress… "It's gonna be fun!" He promised with a wave over his shoulder as he made his slow and ponderous way down the street to the guest spot he'd parked in.
