The Janitor Pt. 6

The Janitor - Revisited

By 

Brimmingbelly04

Based on The Janitor

By

KomperaKlause

Part Six

Derek huffed and groaned as Matt fucked him hard from behind. His left arm and hand were straining to brace him on his desk as his right struggled to control his huge pregnancy's rocking. 

He no longer cared or worried about getting fucked in the office on the clock. Even if his bosses knew, they probably wouldn't care so long as he kept doing what they demanded of him, demeaning as it often was. 

With Matt's big, fat cock far up inside himself again, Derek almost succeeded. In disconnecting from the absurdity that was his life. Almost, but unfortunately not quite. 

After what he'd found out from Ben Whitman, Derek wondered if he was about to somehow be the recipient of yet another baby? Was that actually even possible? The only person aside from the former CEO who knew the answer was Matt, and Derek wasn't about to ask him!

He grunted as the sexy janitor reached around and squeezed his tits, causing both nipples to spurt. Even with that addicting cock all the way up inside him, Derek knew he should've been fighting this… He knew he should've at least tried to protest what was possibly about to be done. 

He needed to call Matt out for what he'd done to Whitman. Derek was increasingly packed full of Matt's babies, but he wasn't going to become another one of his breeding bitches. 

He didn't want a huge house full of kids. It was quite possible it was going to anyway after the pregnancy, but Derek didn't want to lose his job…. He made good money, but not Benjamin Whitman money, not yet anyway. With children he still didn't want to be having on the way, he couldn't afford to stop working yet, and he certainly couldn't afford to have any more added to his over-packed womb, financially or mentally. 

“When did you plan on telling me you paid Ben a visit?” Matt asked as he continued to thrust. 

Derek's eyes went wide. Matt fucking knew. How?! Did he have cameras in Whitman's house too? Probably.

He didn't know what to do but just stand there bent over his desk, panting like a dog as his belly and breasts all rocked and wriggled with each of Matt's thrusts. Derek opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was another moan as the stupid janitor picked up his pace. 

He wanted to say something. No! He needed to… Stop! But still his protests refused to come out of his mouth as his hole started to clench and squeeze, actually coaxing Matt's (overly) potent seed to come out. 

“He's gonna look tiny by the time I'm through with you,” the janitor promised. “Ben's gonna look like he's in his first trimester after I finish blowing you up, Carter…”

Horrified as he was, Derek was still too shocked to react. 

“You think you're big now?” Matt grunted. “I'm gonna make you huge… Make you my biggest breeding bitch to date!” He said as he grabbed hold of Derek's hips and slammed into him one last time. 

Speaking of slam, a moment later, the fecund thirty-three year old felt another huge load slamming into him, flooding him. He felt sick but still he came, arching and grunting as his body began to tremble with overwhelming pleasure as his belly pressed harder against his desk. 

“Nnnnnghhh…” he groaned. 

Was his belly getting tighter?

It was hard to tell with all the pressure it was already under. All the added pressure Matt was now putting on it as he sagged down over him, cock still spurting. 

Even though he'd stopped thrusting, the janitor continued to cum. His flow gave no sign of abating any time soon, leaving Derek with his mouth wide open and eyes unfocused as waves of various sensations crashed through his bloated form. Finally, he too slumped, right hand going to his desk too, now struggling to breathe as sweat and breast milk poured out and off of him. 

After slowly straightening back up at his own leisure, but keeping himself inside the haggard exec, Matt lazily stroked his bulging, gleaming flanks as Derek took in ragged gasps of air. 

His belly was tight. Fucking tight and flushed. It felt like it was throbbing. Pulsating… Matt's cock twitched twice as it finally stopped shooting. 

“You know I asked you out once?” Matt asked, voice extra thick and deep with smug satisfaction. 

Derek did not know that. He remained silent. 

“A couple of years ago… Over at Mulligan's,” the janitor said, referencing a bar down the block. “You know what you did?” He asked. 

Derek did not. Matt knew he wouldn't. 

“You laughed,” he informed. “You sneered at me… I knew you didn't recognize me… You didn't know who I was, or where I worked, all you knew when you looked at me in my uniform, was that I was a janitor somewhere, who mopped floors for a living.”

“So that's what… this is…” Derek panted. “Payback.”

 “Nah…” Matt disagreed as he moved his hands to better rub the orb containing his children. His now indeterminate number of babies, who squirmed and kicked under his fingertips. “I was just testing the waters back then,” he said. “You didn't, but even back then, I knew I'd have you someday. 

“I'm… I'm sorry,” Derek apologized.

The janitor chuckled as his cock twitched again. “No need to be sorry! That was just a test, which you passed,” he said. “I expected that reaction.”

Derek groaned again as Matt finally pulled out. Immediately,  his hole snapped shut, keeping in just about all it'd just taken. Why? Because what else was there to do.

“It was all worth it in the end,” Matt said as he leaned back over one of his preggos, but to Derek's credit, his favorite. “Or it will be…”

The executive grunted. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Matt nodded even though Derek couldn't see him do so. “In my book, anyway,” he chuckled. “You went from looking down your nose at me, to being packed with my babies, sometimes even begging for more!” He whispered into Derek's right ear. “It's funny.”

 Derek grunted again as he pushed his ass back to get Matt to move. He was done with him for now. At least he wanted to be. 

“There's nothing funny about this!” He huffed as he slowly pushed himself up. 

Naturally, the janitor disagreed. “You've grown so fucking full, but still, you just can't get enough!” He laughed as he reached down and slapped the thirty-three year old's fat left ass cheek, causing it to jiggle. 

Rolling his eyes, Derek tottered over to the chair where he'd discarded his clothes. As he worked his button down back on, Matt waltzed over to his clothes and reached into one of his pockets before moving with enviable ease back across the office, where he came to a stop in front of Derek. 

He reached out and placed his calloused right hand on the giant baby-packed orb, smiling down at it. For a moment, Derek stopped dressing and looked down. As much as he hated Matt, he still couldn't help but appreciate his touch and attention, especially when it was tender and gentle like this. 

He didn't want the janitor… Whitman could have him as far as he was concerned, but he was still a man with needs. Ridiculous needs, thanks to Matt, who of course, had to go and ruin the moment because apparently, Derek was no longer allowed any peace or reprieve. 

The janitor's left hand suddenly swooped up to Derek's mouth and several large fingers were forced between his lips. Derek's eyes widened as he instinctively accepted what had to be at least a dozen pills. He choked for a second but then automatically gulped them down in surprise. 

As he coughed and gasped, Matt released the grip he'd taken on his face and moved both hands to his hips, preemptively steadying him as he slowly moved behind him again. 

“What the… hell was that?!” Derek panted, hands going to the sides of his belly. 

“Same stuff I put in your shakes, and maybe a lil’ somethin’ extra…” Matt replied, left hand reaching around to knead the orb he'd obviously become obsessed with. 

Derek groaned as it suddenly shuddered. He didn't know if the intense movement had anything to do with the handful of drugs he'd just consumed, but safely assumed it did. 

“Fuuuck…” he exhaled. 

He wanted to complain. To condemn and curse Matt, but what was the point? The damn janitor had complete control over him. 

After standing there another moment, Derek pushed Matt's hands off of him and made to move, but then something made him freeze up. His eyes widened again as a sudden bloom of pressure materialized in his bloated core. Derek quickly began to redden as his heart started to pound. 

“Ooooooh…” he groaned as the pressure intensified. “Errrrggghhhh…” he moaned, right hand flying to his mouth to try and keep quiet despite the fact his belly was now visibly growing. 

His already enormous pregnancy shifted as it continued to expand. Derek began to fold over in discomfort, so Matt stopped rubbing and went back to steadying. Tears started falling onto Derek’s desk as he struggled to bear whatever it was he was experiencing.

“That’s it…” Matt soothed, voice low and almost sweet, his hands working their way back to Derek’s belly as it grew and pressed out against them. 

“Gnnnnngh…” Derek groaned as his belly shuddered forward and out another inch and a half. 

He let out a choked sob as finally, his most recent growth spurt came to an end. He was left gasping for breath, feeling tight, dizzy and fucking huge. 

“N-n-need to… to s-s-sit,” Derek stammered. 

He felt like he was about to fall over, which way he couldn't tell, but probably forward. He felt like he was about to pass out. 

Matt pushed Derek's newest desk chair over and held the extra-large piece of padded office further steady as the gasping VP eased himself down onto it. He stared down in disbelief at the huge, heaving mound, now more than filling his lap. 

Atop it, his swollen breasts were leaking, his oversized pink nipples bulging out in the open as their contents further soaked and coated his pregnancy. Derek groaned. Today of all days, in just over an hour, he had another press conference he needed to give. Given his recent growth, he now doubted whether any of the extra clothes he kept in his closet were going to fit now?

All of a sudden, Matt was rolling him back over to his desk. He pushed Derek up next to it, then slid his phone closer. 

“Call Tammy,” he said. “Have her get you a nice, big breakfast. You deserve it.”

The last thing Derek wanted was food, but per usual, he was hungry. He was always hungry now, no matter what. Hand shaking, he reached out and lifted the receiver, then pushed the button to connect him to Tammy. 

“Breakfast,” he said weakly when she answered. “Some scrambled eggs, sausage links, bacon and waffles, please,” he requested. 

Matt shot him a hard look. Apparently, his order wasn't big enough yet. 

“And pancakes,” Derek continued. “Lots of them,” he quickly amended. “Multiple stacks, with extra butter and syrup. God…” he moaned. “We’re… we’re really hungry, Tam!” He said before hanging up.

Once the phone was back in place, he slumped back in his chair and groaned, cupping his belly as he looked down and out at it. It wasn't as big as Ben Whitman's but in a matter of seconds, it'd grown a lot closer. For the first time in some time, Derek once again felt truly overwhelmed. 

“Why?” He asked quietly. 

“Why what?” Matt replied as he started to dress.

He knew exactly what. Fuck him. 

“Why did you just do that to me?” Derek asked wearily. 

“I needed to teach you a lesson for digging.”

 He groaned and closed his eyes. 

“Now, maybe you'll realize I'm serious when I say, don't mess with me,” Matt said as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up and buttoned his pants. “When the food gets here, make sure you eat all of it,” he instructed, leaving no room for argument. 

Derek didn't have the energy to argue. He hardly had the energy to get himself stuffed into his current biggest clothes (which needless to say, were tight) before Tammy entered with the food. 

He did however, somehow manage to have the energy to do as he'd been told. Derek ate everything. 

***

Derek hoped people would ask questions about the latest stock earnings, the recent quarterly conference call, or even Manternity stuff, but of course they didn't. Of course, all the questions were about him and his pregnancy. 

“Derek, when exactly are you due?” Yet another reporter asked yet again as she stared at the bump he was trying (and failing) to hide behind the podium with morbid curiosity. 

Derek couldn't even say he blamed her as he was looking decidedly swollen at the moment. He covered another belch that smelled and tasted of syrup. 

The shirt he'd stuffed himself into was just about stretched to its capacity. All its buttons remained in place for the time being but already, they were hanging on by a literal thread, Derek's taut belly flesh bubbling out where it could. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to tuck the shirt in, leaving the bulging underside of his belly exposed as he walked over to the podium. 

The time had come to come a little more clean. What difference would it make anyway? Derek was already a laughingstock, amongst other things.

“I know my, uh… size, has come to surprise a lot of you,” he started. “The truth is that, um… That I'm expecting multiples,” he belatedly shared. “Multiples are quite rare in men, so I was keeping it to myself as I, uh… adjusted. But I have, or I'm trying to…” he chuckled. “And I'm excited,” he smiled and nodded. 

The moment he stopped speaking, all the reporters burst out, yelling and shouting over one another as Derek continued to smile and tried to endure all the camera flashes without having a seizure. 

“Multiples? Can you be more specific?”

 “How many? How many?”

 “Come on, Derek! You gotta give us more!” 

“Was this planned, Mr. Carter?”

“All I'm comfortable sharing right now is the fact I'm having multiples,” Derek said after raising his hand to silence the masses. “Now does anyone have a CorpaCorp question, or maybe one about Manternity?” He asked, feeling somewhat breathless.

He wasn't getting in enough air but he didn't dare breathe any harder for fear he'd pop a button. The reporters erupted again and no, none of them had any questions about CorpaCorp or Manternity. 

Derek held his hand up again. “I won't be answering… any more questions about my… per. My personal… life,” he said as he stifled another belch. 

His stomach gurgled. It was as unhappy as he was. He just had to get through a few more minutes…

“Derek! We…”

“Come on, don't make us guess! Don't you wanna control the narrative?”

 Derek wanted there to not be a narrative. 

“OoooOooh…” he suddenly loudly groaned. 

He gripped hard onto the podium and grimaced as a wave of tension shot through him. It rolled from his back, around to his belly, meeting at his navel before easing. Derek had never felt anything like it before. He knew it wasn't another growth spurt, thank God. 

Had he just experienced his first contraction? Derek wasn't sure whether he wanted the answer to be yes or no? Trying as this pregnancy had been (and would surely only continue to be,) Derek had been avoiding thinking about its conclusion as much as he could. 

Despite how it looked, he still wasn't due yet though… Derek wanted these babies out of him, but he didn't want them to be unwell in any way. Forgetting about his shirt, he sucked in a long breath. As he slowly released it, he realized the room had fallen completely silent. Standing there in the back, he saw Matt watching him, mop in hand. 

He didn't look worried. He didn't look like he had a care in the world. 

“Are you OK, Derek?” Someone finally asked, which got everyone going full throttle again. 

“Is TODAY your due date?!” 

“Was that a contraction?!”

 “How long have you been having them?!”

“Is it time?!”

 “What it's time for is a… break,” Derek shouted over everyone, struggling to do so. “Thank you,” he nodded firmly before turning and waddling away, giving everyone another view of his awkwardly jutting profile. 

The cameras went crazy again, even after Derek had disappeared from view, which needless to say, took a minute. Quickly as he could, the thirty-three year old headed for his office, closing the door behind him. 

Now that he had privacy, Derek allowed his wobbling stride to disintegrate to a full-on stagger as he slowly hauled himself over to his desk. He spread his arms wide and pressed his hands down hard on the gleaming top, then set his belly between them as he sucked in long, deep breaths. 

Once he felt a little more steady thanks to the desk’s support, Derek took his hands and slid them up and down his flanks, marveling at his hugeness. Pretty soon, “huge” wasn’t going to cover it anymore…

Crazy as they'd been for some time now, he still couldn't believe the way things were going… Not only had he become a rare pregnant male, he'd become an outrageously huge one, expecting multiples! He didn't want to think about how many he might be carrying now… For the first time ever, Derek hoped for quadruplets!

But between what Ben and Matt had told him and how big he was getting, he doubted that was still the case. As Derek continued to assess himself, he realized that soon, probably sometime in the next week (if he lucked out and didn't have another damn growth spurt!) his belly was going to be wider than the rest of him, broad shoulders included! 

This made the prospect of labor and delivery all the more terrifying, but things were already scary enough. Derek hated just about everything associated with this hellish pregnancy and it was safe to say having the babies wasn't going to be fun, but he was as ready as he was ever going to be, even if the babies weren't. 

Given how big he and they had all grown, even if they came early, it wasn't likely they'd face any health issues thanks to all the “encouragement” they'd received from Matt, their sadistic seeding “father.” The more he thought about the babies being born, the better Derek felt about it. 

Not the experience or their actual arrival, just this part of his nightmare coming to an end. Life as he'd known it would still cease to exist as he remained almost entirely detached from his children emotionally, but things might change. Derek knew he had more hard road ahead of him, but finally, things seemed to be looking up, if only just a little.

He sighed as he palmed his swell. “I'm finally going to have these babies.” 

He almost sounded happy about it. 

“No, you're not.”

Derek looked up from his belly to see Matt standing against his door. He'd been so distracted and lost in thought, he hadn't heard him come in. 

“What?”

 “Don't go and get ahead of yourself.”

Derek let out a small chuckle as he rolled his eyes. “I don't think I am,” he shook his head. “I started having contractions. They're coming. Soon,” he switched to nodding. 

“No, they're not,” Matt shook his head. “You had one contraction. That doesn't mean anything.”

“Yes, it does!” Derek huffed in disagreement. 

“No, it doesn't,” the janitor countered. 

Matt knew something… He had something else up his sleeve. Why?!

“Did it feel good? Did it feel right?” He taunted. 

Derek swallowed. What was he getting at now? What else was the janitor about to do to him? 

When he didn't reply, Matt smirked. “That was just a practice contraction,” he explained. “A Braxton-Hicks… They're perfectly normal and just mean your body's getting ready to give birth, not that it's imminent by any means, especially mine.”

“You don't know that!” The thirty-three year old VP scoffed. 

“Yes, I do,” the janitor nodded. “Those pills I gave you earlier..?” He reminded. “A few of them were a strong, synthetic hormone that prevents premature labor.” 

“But the babies aren't…”

“Yes, they are.”

 “But they're so big!” Derek groaned in protest as he looked down at himself. 

“They're still not big enough,” Matt shook his head. “And neither are you… Remember, you still need to make Ben look tiny!” He reminded as he turned around and grabbed the door handle. “That means you're not having those babies till I say you can,” he said over his shoulder before opening the door and exiting the office, leaving Derek to digest all he'd just been told.  

***

Derek's most recent press conference was another hit across the board. Across the country… The response it received was dictated by the media outlet airing it of course. Now, many reporters and pundits who were known to be more liberal and had previously been more sympathetic, also mocked his condition. Others expressed what seemed to be genuine concern, but overall, everyone was excited. 

Finally, some people were talking about CorpaCorp as Derek had hoped they would during the press conference, but even as his company was repeatedly mentioned, it wasn't as he or it had hoped… Yes, people were talking about CorpaCorp's relatively rapid accession in the market, but only because of the unavoidable elephant in the room, Derek very much considered to be the massive land mammal. 

“Why are you still watching that?” Amy chided as she grabbed the remote and changed the channel. 

Yes, his little sister was back again, and no, she hadn't told him she was coming. Derek still hadn't heard from his parents or brother, but Amy was still in the picture. Unfortunately… 

Matt had been on his way over when she arrived unannounced, because why not? Derek messaged him to say not to come till he told him to. Fortunately, he agreed. 

Amy kept flipping channels till she came to a women's domestic network, as if that was an improvement. As if Derek wanted to watch women talk about teething, breastfeeding, how to handle rebellious teenagers, or what “delicious and affordable” meal they'd made the previous night, that their loving husband had just adored. 

“Can you gimme that?” Derek requested as he took his hand from his belly and held it out for the remote. 

He didn't want to fight, but he didn't want to watch this shit. Now, he just wanted to turn the TV off. His sister too…

Amy didn't give him the remote. She held onto it as she sat down on the couch beside him.

“I know you're going through a lot,” she sighed as she turned and looked at him, offering a sympathetic smile. “Like a lot, a lot!” She chuckled. 

Derek grunted. 

“But I'm so proud of you!” She gushed as she turned a little more towards him and placed both hands on his pregnancy without his permission. 

As she stared and smiled at the orb, Derek wished she'd stop rubbing it. He wished his younger sister would stop faking, because he knew she was. Despite how proud of him Amy claimed to be and how “happy” she looked, he knew that not all that deep down, she was jealous. 

Bad as he felt for her, he wished she would just admit it. He wished he could admit to her that he didn't want any of this! She wanted it, not him. Had he been able to give it to her, Derek would've in a heartbeat. 

He wanted to cry, but he didn't have the energy. What he really wanted though, was dinner. Another big one because as always now, he was starving.

***

Derek sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, panting heavily just from the exertion of getting himself up to that point. His belly filled his lap, underside almost hitting his knees as it heaved in and out. 

He didn't want to get up. He never did now, and yet life had to go on. Same as he had for the last several mornings, Derek felt a lot older than his thirty-three years. 

At a sloth's pace, he shifted his feet over his side of the bed. He'd only been awake for a couple of minutes and already, he was panting and sweating. Derek was wearing a tank top from his “previous” life, which had been rendered into a crop top by his overly abundant size, and a pair of strained briefs. His giant belly shoved both articles of inadequate clothing out of its way… 

The tank/crop top was bunched up over his tits and his briefs were shoved low, revealing almost the entire upper half of his ass. His increasingly thick pubic pad would've been visible had it not been for his belly, which while fully exposed, still felt hot. Almost alarmingly slow. 

But that too had come to be normal. Even when he had nothing or next to nothing on, Derek felt like he was cooking from the inside. 

He needed this pregnancy to end. So fucking desperately needed it to, but Matt still refused to allow it. He was going to make Derek as big as a house before he let him give birth. 

Reaching out, the thirty-three year old braced against his nightstand as he steeled himself. After a few moments of mental preparation, he heaved himself up with a great groan of effort, gasping and arching as he got himself balanced. 

Every day it took more effort just to get up. 

Derek panted as he cupped his pregnancy, already feeling exhausted. The babies had been moving a lot lately and he hadn't gotten much sleep the last few nights. He so wanted to get back in bed and go back to sleep, but he couldn't. He had to get ready for work because today, he actually had something to do. Something like he used to…

It was just a budget meeting, but it was a meeting nonetheless, and unless it had to do with Manternity or a another press conference, Derek hadn't been asked to attend any meetings in months, so he'd take it. 

“Mmmmmggh…” he hummed as his nipples started seeping into his top. 

His breasts were engorged yet again, even after Matt had tended through them many times throughout the night. Derek needed to pump before he got dressed. Every morning was becoming such a damn process. 

The thirty-three year old realized at that moment that it was probably going to be years before he got decent rest again. Wonderful…

Derek stared at his window, but not out it. He didn't look at anything in particular as he stood there idly rubbing all over and around his belly. God, it was so tight…

It kind of felt like… like the babies wanted to come out. Like they were going restless, not to mention increasingly cramped despite all the damn growing he'd done for them. That was a good sign, right?

“Oooh…” he groaned as one of the babies (one of the “originals,” shifted to the right of his navel, causing his belly to tent out slightly before relaxing again. “Mmmnnnngggh…”

He was just so fucking full. He felt like he was about to blow. 

“Mornin’, big boss man,” Matt said as he languidly stretched in bed. 

He'd stayed the night again. He was really starting to get comfortable at Derek's but not in an intimate way. At the moment, he was getting comfortable physically on the VP's $12,000 cashmere mattress. Comfortable watching him struggle and swell. Per usual, Matt was taking comfort in watching Derek's misery. 

“Last night was fun,” he said as he got up and walked around the bed to appraise his handiwork. His handiwork being Derek and his ever-changing body. His semi-hard cock and balls swung lazily against his thickly muscled thighs. 

“You think I put another one in you?” He asked as he cupped the lower sides of the huge swell keeping the rest of their bodies far apart. “Or maybe two?” He chuckled. “Whaddaya think?” He smirked. 

Derek didn't want to think about it. As soon as he did, he started to feel dizzy and scared. He focused on his breathing and moaned as more milk seeped into his top. 

“You're amazing, Derek,” Matt said as he rubbed his belly, pausing here and there when he felt movement beneath his fingers. “You're growing my babies so big for me.”

 Derek didn't reply. “Thank you,” didn't seem appropriate and Matt certainly didn't deserve it. 

“I got you something,” the janitor said as he took his hands from the swell and walked over to where he'd dropped his jeans on the floor the night before. 

Derek watched. He stared at Matt's broad back and big bubble butt as he bent over and dug in one of his pockets. All the drugs and whatnot excluded, it was no wonder the babies were so big. 

“Here,” Matt said as he came over and held out his hand, in which was a plastic prescription bottle. 

“What's this?” Derek asked as he stared at it. 

“It's gonna help.”

 “Help what?” He frowned. Coming from Matt, the term was relative at best. 

“Help keep you comfortable,” the janitor replied. “Anytime you have another Braxton-Hicks, I want you to take a couple of these,” he said, shaking the bottle before pressing it into Derek’s palm. 

The thirty-three year old’s stomach gurgled. He was at least polite enough to turn his head away as he released a belch. “What if I don’t want to?”

“I don't care what you want. It's about what I want, and I want you to take a couple pills.”

 Derek glared at him. “Why should I?”

 “Because if you don't, I'll teach you another lesson.”

 “You wish! I just won't let you fuck me anymore! Problem solved!” He huffed. 

Matt laughed. “First off, I don't believe you, and no, problem not solved. I could still tell your bosses your little secret and then you'd be out of a job. A job you need ‘cause unlike Whitman, you're not made of money yet.”

 “We're made of babies now,” Derek rolled his eyes. 

“That too,” the janitor smirked. “Don't make this any harder on yourself, Derek,” he said as he looked down at and roughly patted his swell. “Just take the damn pills,” he said as he watched it shift and shudder with movement. 

Matt wasn't about to admit it to Derek, but even he was becoming amazed at how big it was getting. Derek really was going to put Ben to shame. For now, anyway… Once he knew how Derek's pregnancy turned out, he could take things even further with Whitman. Ben would love it. 

“Now come back to bed…” he said as he turned and started heading back to his side. 

“I have to get ready for work.”

“Work can wait. I’m not done with you yet.”

And so, despite his recent threat to no longer allow it, once again, Derek let Matt fuck him. Probably fuck another damn baby into him, but at least he sucked from his tits while doing so, alleviating some of the pressure Derek was under. 

***

As he headed for the budget meeting, Derek noticed that the biggest (but hopefully, actually the only) babies, the quadruplets, were getting lower. While this made breathing slightly less difficult, it also made his stride all the more awkward and uncomfortable. 

Even on the rare occasion when he wasn’t ravenously hungry, he always felt stuffed now and somewhat unwell. This pregnancy was really, really getting to be too damn much. Derek was ripe. Overripe. He was stuffed to bursting, babies just wanting to pop out of him. 

Sometimes, Derek wished they actually would. 

Much to the beleaguered VP’s surprise, he was the first to arrive at the conference room, which was dark as he waddled in belly first. He took his closest hand from his swell and turned on the light. 

“SURPRISE!!!” 

“Jesus!” Derek yelped, hands flying to his pregnancy as he looked around the conference room in shock. 

This obviously wasn’t a budget meeting. The conference room was full of grinning underlings, who smiled and clapped as Derek looked around at them but then quickly, beyond. His gaze fell on the expansive breakfast spread laid out on the table in the middle of the room. There were waffles, crepes, freshly cut fruit, eggs, sausage and bacon, various baked goods and more. 

Derek covered his mouth as another damn burp forced its way up and out of his throat. His body simply had no room left, the pressure within often leaving him wanting to gag. And still, the sight and smell of food always brought him back to this base, animalistic hunger. Derek hated that he had no control over it (not that he had control over much of anything anymore.) He felt pathetic. 

“We wanted to throw you a little baby shower,” Claire from Finance said. “Just to say congratulations and celebrate you, the babies, and all the hard work you've been doing with Manternity.”

Derek wanted to hurl. He hated recognition like this. He hated everything being about his condition and not actually about him. He wasn't a person anymore, just an increasingly less mobile baby factory, thanks to Matt. Speaking of thanks, Derek managed to smile and thank everyone, keeping the pleasantries as brief as possible, because he wanted to get down to business. 

Business being his second breakfast. He'd had a quick bite before leaving home, but God knows he could eat more. 

His belly pressed on the table as he loaded his (first) plate. As he added a second bagel and another cherry pastry to the pile he'd already formed, he popped some scrambled egg into his mouth without bothering to use a fork. As he reached for a giant, custard-filled donut, Derek almost tipped forward but his belly stopped him. The table shuddered as it did as well and he groaned. 

Everyone stared. 

With substantial effort, he got himself resituated. His plate was piled high and already, Derek was somehow halfway through one of his bagels, which he'd loaded up with at least a pound of cream cheese. Just as he was about to aim his fattened backside into a chair that was too small for it, Derek felt a tap on his shoulder. 

Very slowly, he made a very wide turn and saw Tammy standing there looking up (and out) at him. 

“Dig in, Tam,” he said to her through his mouthful, smiling and nodding. 

“Thanks, I will,” she nodded back. “But, um, Derek?”

 “Yeah?”

 “There's someone here to see you,” his receptionist said quietly, making sure no one was standing too close. 

“I don't have any appointments scheduled today, do I?” He asked. 

He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an actual appointment. 

Tammy shook her head as she bit her lip. “No, but this, um… visitor. He seems… important.”

Derek's interest was piqued. Tammy was usually pretty straight to the point, so her hesitation and awkwardness were a bit worrisome. She didn't act this odd even when he continually asked her to perform embarrassing new tasks, such as getting him more, bigger bras.

With a nod, the VP grabbed the rest of his bagel off the plate then handed the dish to Tammy. “Watch this… for me,” he requested, cheeks bulging. 

On the way out of the conference room, Derek couldn't stop himself from grabbing another two dense donuts. He started shamelessly stuffing them down his throat as he waddled out, Tammy following close behind, headed back for her desk. 

“Call if you need anything,” she said with a nervous smile as she “hurried” around and past him, actually having work to do. 

Even though she was moving a normal speed, Tammy rapidly left Derek in her dust. His office was just a little further down the hall but already, the thirty-three year old VP was huffing, puffing and sweating, cradling what he still could of his pregnancy as he arduously made his way. 

All of a sudden, a surge of tension he was now somewhat familiar with brought him to a stop. Another contraction… Standing there in the hall, now leaning against the wall, Derek wondered what to do?

He knew what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to pop a couple pills. The babies wanted out as much as he wanted them out, but they had to stay put and keep growing till Matt said otherwise. That or Derek blew, whichever came first, which would probably end up being the latter. 

Grimacing, Derek fumbled in his pocket for the pill bottle. He released a choked sob as the pressure and tension within him rapidly increased to a painful level. Hands shaking, he twisted off the cap of the bottle and shook two pills down his throat and swallowed. 

A few seconds later, the tension eased. Derek sighed deeply as he resumed his waddle to his office. Thankfully, he was almost there. 

He was so relieved when he made it, he didn't come to a stop in time. He let out a grunt and a quiet curse as the front of his belly bumped his door. After turning to the side, then turning back some the other way, Derek tottered inside. What he saw waiting for him made his jaw drop. 

It would've hit the floor had his highly shelved tits not been there to catch it between them. 

Standing there in his brightly lit office, was the enormously pregnant Benjamin Whitman. His face was beet red and drenched in sweat as he groaned and arched back as he leaned his ass on Derek's desk. Veins bulged at his temples as he forcefully puffed in and out. 

“What the fuck?!” Derek asked after hurriedly closing his door behind him, once again clocking himself in the belly.

It went without saying seeing Ben there in his office, out in public in the light of day in his condition was shocking, but that's not why Derek found himself frozen in place. What was more shocking was Ben's size… 

His belly, which to Derek had been momentous, imposing and absurdly large, the biggest he'd ever seen, didn't seem so all of the above just a few weeks later. It had not gotten any smaller. It had grown, but Derek's belly had grown more. It was now notably bigger than Whitman's, making him the one who was impossibly, dauntingly massive. 

Ben's most recent groan transitioned to a pained yell as he clutched his middle, at least what he could reach of it, with both hands. Over half of it was hanging out from the hem of his strained sweatshirt. 

“Oooh, God!” He whined once he'd stopped yelling, entire body twitching as he hunched over his swell. 

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Derek whisper shouted at him. “Are you in labor?!”

 Ben nodded. “Matt sent me.”

 “And you came while you're in labor?! Are you crazy?! Is he really that demented?!” He rhetorically asked, the answers obvious. 

“I'm desperate!” Ben groaned. 

“Is he making you carry as long as he says too?” Derek asked as he leaned back against the closest wall for some much needed support. 

“Making me carry… What're you… No! Is that what he's…”

“Then you should consider yourself fucking lucky, not desperate!” He huffed. 

“But I am!” Whitman moaned. “Matt said he wouldn't fuck me ever again unless…” he paused to take in some air. “Unless I came here and saw you.”

“So what if he won't fuck you! He's a freak! There's plenty of other fish in the sea!” Derek huffed again as he rubbed at his swell, feeling the babies starting to act up. 

God, not now… he silently pleaded with them. I'm dealing with something! 

Ben huffed. “You'll find out soon enough, but the dating pool is severely limited when you have boatloads of kids,” he rolled his eyes. 

“No offense, but don't all those boatloads keep you too preoccupied to date?” Derek asked, raising his brows. 

“Yes, so screw dating!” Whitman laughed. “I tried using the apps to find sex, which I found a few times, but it never ended up with me having more babies! Only Matt can keep giving them to me!” 

“Ben, you don't need any more,” Derek said slowly and quietly. 

“Yes, I do!” The former CEO moaned and then grimaced as another contraction hit him. 

“Ohmyfuckinggod…” the thirty-three year old VP was the one to groan out this time. 

Ben really was addicted to being pregnant. That was also apparently possible, thanks to fucking (literally) Matt!

“He's insane for sending you here, and you're insane for coming! You can't be here!” Derek frantically shook his head. “People are gonna see you and they might start putting two and two together?!”

 “They already did. See me, that is… I'm kinda… hard to miss!” Whitman panted out. 

“God damn it!” Derek “shouted” again as he started “frantically” pacing his office. “Well you fulfilled your duty… Here you are, I'll be sure to tell Matt the message has been received. Thanks for stopping by, now let's figure out how to get you outta here as quickly and quietly as possible, without causing a scene! Don't happen to have any ideas, do you?!” He asked as he took his hands from his belly and threw them up over his head in despair. 

“Oooh…” Ben groaned as he hunched over his belly again, his left hand reaching back to clutch at his plump (but not as plump as Derek's) backside. “Fuuuck!” He exhaled as he turned to look at the younger, more pregnant (looking) but not laboring man, tears now leaking from his eyes. 

“No,” Derek said quietly as he slowly shook his head. “No…” he said again. “Not here, not now…”

Whitman nodded. “They're coming.” 

“Keep them in!” Derek really shouted this time as he pushed off the wall and started waddling forward, almost dragged to the ground by the sudden shifting of his great mass. 

Part of him felt bad for yelling at another man to stay pregnant, when he knew how hard doing so was all too well, but Whitman couldn't give birth here in his office?! While it seemed like CorpaCorp and Manternity were all about male preggos now, that would be a step too far! Fuck a step… It would be a goddamn mile!

“You're right…” Whitman nodded. “I should go.”

 “Yes, you should!” Derek frantically nodded in agreement. “Now! What can I do to help?” 

“I don't…” Ben paused to grunt as he got fully back onto his shaky legs. “I don't know,” he shook his head as he slowly started staggering towards the door. “I think I… I think I… got this, just… Just gimme a second,” he requested as he trudged along. 

Derek still knew disturbingly little about pregnancy, but one thing he knew about the condition was that the more times one had experienced it, and the more babies they'd previously birthed, the quicker they came. Benjamin Whitman fit both criteria to an (overly) alarming degree. As such, Derek already knew he wasn't going to make it out of his office, let alone CorpaCorp's headquarters, with all the babies he presently contained, still inside him…