The Janitor Pt. 9

Derek has a plan, a crazy one, but one that just might bring his mess to an (eventual) end. Too bad he can't seem to stick to it...

The Janitor - Revisited

By 

Brimmingbelly04

Based on The Janitor

By

KomperaKlause

Part Nine

***

Fortunately, Derek thought a lot quicker on his (swollen) feet than he could move on them.

“What's wrong with me?” He repeated, low and slow. 

Matt nodded, keeping his uncomfortable gaze fixed on him. His face, for a change. 

“I'm…” Derek hesitated, wanting to break eye contact, but knowing he couldn't, not now. “I'm pissed, OK?!” He huffed. 

“You're pissed?” Matt said. “At me?”

 Derek nodded. “Whether you think I deserve it or not, I've given you so much!” He shouted. 

He knew he was playing with fire, but by now, he had a pretty idea good of how Matt “worked…” Obviously, the maintenance worker didn't like to be challenged, but if Derek finally got lucky, maybe he could use that in his favor?

“Aww… Did I hit a nerve, Mommy?” Matt teased. 

“Gee, you think?!” 

“Guess I am being a little selfish, huh?” He chuckled as he slowly walked around the island till he came to a stop behind Derek. 

“You think?!” The preggo repeated. 

“You have given me something,” Matt relented as he reached out and set his hands on his favorite preggo's widened hips. “A lot, actually…”

“Thank you!” Derek exhaled.

He immediately wished he hadn't as it only left him breathless (again,) but so be it. He needed to focus on actually getting his plan in motion, stat!

“Jesus… Look at you, Derek!” The janitor said, using the thirty-three year old's first name for the first time in longer than he could recall as he moved his right hand down between his ass cheeks and pulled his gobbled up briefs from between the fat, hungry mounds. 

“All you ever do is look at me!” The fecund VP replied in another groan as he rolled his eyes. 

“‘Cause you're a fucking masterpiece!” Matt commended as his hands moved to find the bikini briefs’ severely strained waistband. “You're my best work!” He said as he worked his fingers between the elastic and Derek's skin and started working the briefs down on both sides. “To date…”

Derek ignored that last little bit, too concerned about Matt was doing, and/or about to… “H-hold on! W-what're you…” he started to ask as he squirmed. 

“You sure you don't have pregnancy brain?” The janitor chuckled. “I mean, if anyone deserves a case, it's you, but…”

“No, I…”

“I'm doing exactly what I said I was going to earlier,” he went on as he continued to pull. “I'm gonna fuck some more babies into you. Remember, you asked for…”

“What I asked for, was shake!” Derek cut in as he struggled to push himself higher off the island and look back over his right shoulder at Matt.

This was not how things were supposed to be going?! Matt wasn't actually supposed to fuck any more babies into him! He was supposed to already be drinking his drugged whiskey!

“Where's my shake, Matt?” He demanded. 

“All the stuff I need to make it is right there in the bag,” the janitor assured as he moved closer, his rock hard, jeans-encased cock, briefly finding its way between Derek's fat lower cheeks. 

The second it did, the overly fecund thirty-three year old straightened up and away as best he could. While he barely moved, he sent his briefs sliding the rest of the way down his legs to the kitchen floor. 

Fuck. 

“Come on, Matt!” He huffed. “We… We need shake! Now!” He groaned. “Please!”

“Your shake's coming, as soon as I do!” Matt informed with another chuckle as he stepped back a little, moving his hands up to Derek's shoulders as he did. 

Again, fuck…

With unexpected care, the janitor helped his favorite preggo slowly right himself, then turned him around. Matt was forced to take a couple steps back to give the belly he'd grown so massively, the room it now required. 

“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” The maintenance worker grunted, tongue darting from between his lips as he crossed his arms over his formidable chest while eyeing Derek up and down. “I know you tease me, which I think is kinda cute, by the way, but I literally can't stop looking at you!”

Derek didn't want to, but he looked down at himself too. Almost as soon as he started to lower his gaze, his bulky body came into view, his breasts and belly pretty Michael he saw. 

“God, you're such a damn blimp!” Matt proudly declared. 

He was proud of himself. Proud of making Derek into the blimp he'd become. Proud of the blimp he was still going to make him into. 

“It's time to lose the shirt. I wanna see everything.”

Derek complied. There was no point in resisting seeing as he was close enough to being naked anyway. As he slowly removed his shirt, he tried to figure out how to get his plan back on track. Even though he was taking his time, as he worked his arms out of the latest shirt he'd ruined, huge and heavy as they were, his tits wobbled about like they had a mind of their own. 

“Come on now, Matt…” he moaned as he let the shirt fall to the floor. “We're so hungry!” He pouted as he moved his hands down so they were cradling what they still could of his lower belly. 

“What you are, is so beautiful,” the janitor said as he moved towards him. “Seriously, Derek,” he nodded, using his name again as he uncrossed his arms. 

After spreading them wide, he too placed his hands on the taut, bulging sides of the young exec's truly gargantuan pregnancy. As soon as they touched down, Derek moaned. 

Yes, he was putting on a bit of a show for Matt, but the moan hadn't been part of the act… As much as Tyler hated to admit it, the moan had been a genuine reaction. 

“You're so damn tight!” Matt said quietly as he let his hands gently roam. 

Derek moaned again. 

“But you still want more, don't you?”

 “I do,” Derek replied with a nod and wag of his brows. “More shake! Now come on…” he said as he took his left hand from his belly, moved it behind him and blindly groped around on the island for Matt's whiskey. “Have a drink with me,” he smiled and nodded again as he failed to find it. 

“We'll have our drinks,” Matt nodded back as he moved closer still.

He stopped when his crotch prodded the lower hemisphere of Derek's pregnancy and his trim abdomen was pressing gently against the front of it. “After we fuck. But before we do that…” he trailed off as he mimicked the shorter man's brow wagging. 

Derek bit his lower lip to keep himself from groaning again. Despite his best efforts, things weren't any closer to getting back on track. He didn't want to know what (else) Matt wanted to do before they fucked, but he still had to ask. 

“Yeah..?” He quietly questioned as he looked up at the sexy, blackmailing maintenance worker. 

“I wanna try something we haven't done yet,” Matt replied, sounding somewhat excited. 

Somehow, Derek managed not to frown, but cringed internally. Hadn't they already done it all? There couldn't possibly be anything Matt hadn't already tried on him, could there?

Derek tried to think about what they hadn't done before… He tried not to think about how bad Matt's next treatment was going to be… How much more and how quickly it was going to make him and the countless babies he carried, grow?

How many more babies would what Matt did next add? How (much more) uncomfortable was his next treatment going to make him? 

As Matt smirked down at him, Derek noticed a slight glimmer in his eyes. It wasn't malicious, nor was it mischievous as it all too often could be. This time, it was almost kind and endearing, but obviously, there was no way that could actually be the case. 

“There's no need to be nervous,” the studly janitor assured with a shake of his head as he continued to gently palm and rub the belly he'd made so massive. 

Wasn't there though! As such, despite the almost kind reassurance, Derek remained understandably concerned. 

“I'm not nervous,” he lied as he broke their oddly intimate eye contact and looked back down at himself. “I'm just… I…” he trailed off as he felt his cheeks start to flush. 

This time, his cheeks didn't redden because he was winded. This time, they flushed because all of a sudden, the thirty-three year old felt extra vulnerable and now, needless to say, wasn't the time or place, yet it couldn't be avoided.

Derek had been naked in front of Matt more times than he cared to admit and unfortunately, this probably still wouldn't be the last time… Something was happening now though, or about to, but again, he couldn't put his finger on it, making him feel all the more strange and vulnerable standing there all hugely pregnant and naked, his bloated tits once again dribbling warm milk down their taut undersides and onto his planet of a belly. 

If Derek had actually wanted to be pregnant (to a much more reasonable degree) and had Matt been someone else entirely, what was happening or about to, would've felt good. It would've felt right, exciting, enjoyable and special. 

It would've felt real. 

“Derek…” Matt said in just above a whisper as he took his right hand from his middle and placed it under his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze again. 

“What?” The thirty-three year old asked, almost as quietly as they once again locked eyes. 

Now, Matt was the one to hesitate. For the next several seconds, he just looked down at Derek silently, that odd glimmer still present in his eyes as his lips curled into a small smile. 

Tiny as it was, it looked genuine, versus the typically cocky, oftentimes smug and condescending smirk he wore. For a change, the janitor still had nothing to say as he took his hand from his special preggo's chin and gently placed it on his left shoulder. 

Huge and heavy as he'd grown to be, as soon as Matt applied light pressure to his blade, Derek allowed himself to be moved. Matt remained stationary as the two of them looked between them and watched as ever so gradually, “their” pregnancy moved somewhat out of the way but obviously, not entirely. 

When the begrudging daddy/mommy-to-be looked up again, he had to turn his head to the right some to find the supposed maintenance worker's eyes. As he did, Matt took his hand from his shoulder and lowered it very slowly. 

Considering it was such an easy mark, Derek assumed the janitor's hand was going to find its way back to his pregnancy. For reasons he didn't fully understand, he found himself taking in a tiny, anxious breath as he waited to be touched again, strangely eager for the contact this time. 

Matt made contact again, but not on Derek's belly. Instead, his hand came to a gentle rest on his left breast and just sat there. It didn't squeeze, jiggle, grope or tease the mound, nor did it twist or tweak the large, pert nipple centering it. It hardly even applied any pressure…

Once again, Derek broke eye contact and looked down. For the first time in a long time, his chest didn't throb or ache under Matt's hand. Aside from its continual dribbles, it also didn't experience any relief, but the janitor's touch still felt good. 

Too good, considering it wasn't even doing anything. Too real…

“W-what're you doing?” Derek asked quietly as he stared at Matt's large appendage, which didn't look all that large at all resting on his even larger tit. 

“You are nervous,” Matt replied without answering the question. 

Derek let out a light scoff. “No, I'm…”

“Even under all this milk and fat,” Matt cut in with a small chuckle as he applied just a little pressure with his open palm. “I can feel your heart,” he nodded. “It’s going a mile a minute.”

“I…” Derek started to say as he looked Matt back in the face. 

God, why did he look so handsome? Why did he want him? Shit…

“I’d ask why nine times outta ten, you’re either anxious, annoyed or otherwise worked up when you’re around me, but I’m pretty sure I know why,” he winked. “The reason might not always be the same, but there always is one, isn’t there?” He rather rhetorically but strangely enough, seemingly sweetly asked with another lighthearted wink. 

The janitor’s favorite preggo felt his cheeks flush deeper.

What the hell is going on? Is Matt flirting with me? Derek silently asked himself. It seems like he is, but…

But he wasn't, right..? What Matt was, was blackmailing Derek. He was punishing him for his past financial improprieties and other reasons that remained unknown to the CorpaCorp exec, so no, he was not and could not be flirting with him. 

The most recent crazy thought he'd had made the thirty-three year old laugh. While it definitely looked like they should've been, babies weren't bursting out of Derek (yet) but all of a sudden, his laughter sure did. 

He laughed so forcefully that both of his breasts suddenly released powerful volleys of milk, both of which nailed Matt right on his uniformed chest. Immediately, the hunky maintenance worker looked down as he took his hands off his (till then) favorite preggo. His smile faded just as quickly as it'd formed and his eyes narrowed as he glared down at his now breast milk-soaked shirt. 

As soon as his frazzled brain registered the abrupt change in the other man's demeanor, the other man he was now trying to play, Derek promptly stopped laughing and went into damage-control mode. 

“Shit, Matt!” He exclaimed as his hands flew to cover his nipples. “I…”

Gone was the somewhat sheepish, somewhat flirtatious man, and back was the usual glowering blackmailed Derek knew all too well… Matt growled. Literally. 

He sounded like a dog. A big, mean and angry one. 

“Wasn't expecting that, big guy,” he said, back to calling his biggest preggo to date by one of his nicknames. 

“Neither was I!” Derek replied as he used his cupped palms to shield his spray. He didn't try to stop it though, knowing any additional pressure he placed on his tits would only make things worse. 

Truthfully though, both men should've expected Derek's most recent release. He was producing more milk than he could contain, so it now took very little to make it come out. Not that there ever really was, but now wasn't the best time for another prominent expulsion. 

“Damn it,” Matt grumbled as he started unbuttoning his shirt. 

“I'm sorry!” 

“Make it stop.”

Derek couldn't help but huff as he continued to spray, thankfully now to a slightly lesser degree. “Believe me, I'd love to, but I can't just turn ‘em off!”

“Well try, ‘cause you're making a mess,” the janitor said as he looked down at the rapidly growing puddle on the floor. 

Derek huffed again. “I can't help it!”

Suddenly, Matt chuckled as he took off his shirt. “I'm teasing. Don't worry about it, I'll clean up later, even though I'm off the clock,” he said as he tossed his shirt onto the puddle. “In the meantime, just be careful, OK?”

Derek nodded, trying his best to not look at Matt's toned torso. Try as he might, his eyes were easily drawn to the bulging, slightly hairy muscles. 

“I am sorry,” he apologized again. 

“You're fine,” Matt replied, his tone nice and even again. “It just kinda…” he paused. “Broke my focus. Broke the moment.”

“The moment?” Derek frowned as finally, his release started to taper off. 

Matt nodded. “I was about to do what we haven't done before.”

“And that is?” His biggest preggo raised his brows, now genuinely curious to know. 

“This…” the now half naked maintenance worker said as he stepped forward, but a little more to Derek's right. 

Derek just stood there, hands still covering his leaking nipples, watching as Matt got closer, specifically his face. As it closed in, the burly man reached out and gently cradled the preggo's cheeks, his actual ones, and pulled him forward. 

And then just like that, they were kissing. At first, Matt was doing all the work, but after a few seconds, when his tongue tried working itself between Derek's lips, before he released what he was even doing, Derek was kissing Matt right back. 

He couldn't help but moan as he and the janitor's tongues began to duel with unexpected grace, like they'd done this before. Kissing… Making out… They'd done a lot of things “together,” including producing countless children, but never this before. 

This was new. It was also surprisingly enjoyable, but to be fair, Derek had always enjoyed kissing if his partner was good at it, which Matt was. 

The massive preggo moaned again as the taller maintenance worker took his hands from his face and placed them back on his belly. As soon as Matt's large, warm and calloused hands touched down, they started tenderly caressing the giant orb. 

Derek continued to moan into Matt’s mouth as he moved his hands and set them on the taller man’s broad shoulders. Even with it being somewhat off to the side and therefore not entirely dividing them, his belly still forced him to have to stretch, but he managed. After a few more seconds, during which their mouths stayed connected, Derek belatedly realized he’d closed his eyes, but as one usually does while making out…

Slowly, he opened them and looked at Matt. The janitor’s eyes remained closed as he continued to languish his mouth with sensual strokes of his tongue. Not only did Matt look like he was enjoying himself, he sounded like it too as he got in on the moaning as well. 

Derek closed his eyes. Naturally, he felt conflicted. Even in his wildest dreams, not that he'd had anything but nightmares as of late, had he imagined this happening?! 

Him enjoying kissing his demented, blackmailing baby-dadu? Enjoying it to the point he was actively and enthusiastically participating in the act the same as he would've with someone he actually liked?!

“Little” Derek enjoyed what was happening as well. The preggo's dick, which was at least semi erect the majority of the time now, thanks to all the weight and pressure on his prostate, and the copious amount of hormones he was producing, was fully erect at the moment, pushing up against the turgid underside of his incredibly heavy swell with all its might, causing “Big” Derek to moan again…

He still had every intention of getting Matt to down the drugged whiskey, but before he (hopefully( did, he wanted, no, suddenly needed to feel the janitor inside him once again. Not only that, he wanted, no, also needed to feel him release yet another potent load inside him, regardless of the consequences. 

Derek knew this made zero sense, but the longer and harder he and Matt continued to make out, the quicker and easier he came to terms with amending his plan. Yes, doing so would be unquestionably stupid, but at this point, what was another baby or two if it earned Derek some much needed and deserved pleasure? 

Following one last hoorah with Matt, then he would get back to his plan… Once Derek's most carnal need(s) had been met (this time, by his own choosing, crazy as it may be,) then he'd remind the janitor of his other carnal need: he and their babies’ incessant hunger. While Matt finally made them their shake, Derek would remind him of the whiskey, which (again, hopefully) he would drink and then, things would be back on the right track. 

Till then, he just needed to make a slight detour… So as much as he didn't want to, he pushed on Matt's shoulders as he pulled back, breaking their kiss, but not the rest of their contact. 

“Why'd you stop?” Matt asked, slightly out of breath as he looked down at Derek, who slowly shook his head as he looked up at him. 

“I didn't want to,” he quietly admitted. 

“So then why did you?” Matt asked, raising his brows. 

“‘Cause I want you to fuck me,” Derek replied in all seriousness and honesty. “I want you to put another baby in me,” he nodded. 

“Just one?” Matt smirked as his brows shot up a little higher. 

“Ideally!” His favorite preggo chuckled. 

“Not that I even would if I could, but I can't make any promises,” he shook his head. “Definitely not now,” he continued with another shake. “Not after we did what we just did, so…” he paused. “Do you still wanna…”

“Yes, I still do,” Derek cut in as he gently pushed the janitor back a little more before slowly and carefully turning around and leaning back against the island, making sure to stick his fat ass as far out behind him as he could. “Now!” He said emphatically. 

“God damn…” Matt said under his breath as he hurriedly worked to get his belt undone. 

***

The “one last hoorah” Derek had amended his plan to include, turned into a total of three, all of which happened right in a row, right there in the kitchen, with the drugs he needed access to just out of reach. 

But he honestly didn't care, at least not in the moment, or rather, all three of them… 

Derek didn't even remember, let alone think about the drugs again till the by then, hot and sweaty Matt pulled out of him for the third and final time. As soon as the thick, bulbous tip of his cock cleared it, Derek instinctively (and quickly) clamped his hole shut, same as he already had twice before that very same evening. 

Already, he unquestionably felt more bloated. He knew he'd added at least another three babies to his already overloaded womb. Only another three, if he finally got lucky…

“That was…” Matt panted as he stood there right behind Derek, still holding firmly onto his hips. “Fuckin’ awesome!” He declared as he removed his right hand and used it to give his favorite preggo's fat ass a sharp smack. 

All three times they'd fucked, Matt had been gentle… His movements had been slow and tender, and so unlike what they usually were. At first, Derek had considered it a bit unnerving because had he been having sex with just about anyone else, he would've considered the back to back acts, lovemaking, but with Matt..?

The janitor didn't know it, but his sharp smack had brought Derek back to his base. It reminded him of his “mission,” and how fucking important it was for him to accomplish it. 

“Wooo…” the thirty-three year old slowly exhaled as he slowly pushed himself back up to standing using his elbows and hands. 

“Lemme help…” the janitor quickly offered, or tried to… 

Derek batted him away. 

“What would… really help… Is if you'd finally make me and… your babies the… shake we've been… craving!” He breathlessly requested as close to being fully upright as he could manage without assistance, he slowly turned around again and then leaned his ass against the island, all while subconsciously making absolutely sure to keep his hole clamped. “You… promised,” he reminded. 

“I did promise, didn't I?” Matt smirked as he sauntered around to the far side of the island, where his backpack and all the “important” drugs it contained were sitting and waiting. 

“You did,” Derek nodded then grunted as he turned around yet again so he'd be facing the right direction. 

As he did, he made sure to smile, hoping it would help, but then just as quickly, he thought of something that broke his concentration and made him frown. 

“The ice cream…” he pouted as he worked his hands under his tremendous belly and with a loud grunt, hefted it up onto the island. 

“What about the ice cream?” Matt asked as he started pulling things out of his backpack. 

Things being the numerous bottles of ultimately unknown, more than likely, ILLEGAL pills Derek had been and still was SO DESPERATE to access, he'd been willing to get knocked up a few more times (again, hopefully, at most…) The sight of them should've stopped his protest, but his constant and  “legitimate” hunger, need and want for more, unfortunately prevented that.

“It's probably all melted by now,” he continued to pout and frown as he ran the tips of his fingers over the now really bulging sides of his massive middle, which hiked up on the island, was forcing his once again/still dribbling breasts to frame the bottom of his chin. 

Matt smirked again. “Fear not, my bottomless preggo…” he said as he reached back into his backpack and removed a very large insulated, cylindrical container Derek had never seen before. 

“What's that?” The preggo asked as he continued to ghost his fingertips all over and around his belly. 

“It's me coming prepared,” the hunky janitor winked at him. “You might not have, but I knew it was gonna be a bit before I made you and the kids your precious shake… This thing cost me an arm and a leg,” he said as he gave the container a shake. “But after all you've done, I’d say it's worth the expense. Still, you're welcome…” he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes as he set it down on the island. 

Derek released a sigh of relief. “So the ice cream… It's not…”

“It should be just the right consistency by now,” Matt cut him off. “So again… You're welcome.”

Still stroking his belly, while also still ignoring the warm milk dribbling down its drum tight surface, Derek took a moment to regroup… He knew, now more than ever, that he needed to thank Matt for being “so thoughtful,” which he was going to do, but more importantly, he also needed to get his crazy plan back in motion ASAP, if he had any chance of it actually, maybe/fucking hopefully succeeding?! 

“Ohmygod, you're the best!” He grinned and gushed, just managing to get everything out in one breath. 

“Yeah, I know…” Matt smirked again as he turned away from the island and walked over to the cabinet where Derek kept his blender, giving him another great view of his great ass in the process. 

“Looks like the ice ball held up,” Derek noted. 

“Huh?” The janitor asked as he set the blender down and plugged it in. 

“The ice ball in your whiskey. It hasn't melted yet.”

“Of course it hasn't. Spheres have the great capability of keeping their shape and size under extraordinary circumstances,” he looked up and smirked at Derek, who knew he wasn't just referring to the ice ball. 

“You should have some,” the thirty-three year old encouraged. “It's the good stuff.”

“I know it is, and I will. After I make your shake. And after that…”

“Yeah..?” Derek raised his brows  

“I figured we could finally move things to the bedroom,” Matt smirked at him again. 

“Three times in less than an hour wasn't enough?”

“I could go again.”

“But that's a record for us.”

“Records are made to be broken, aren't they?” Matt countered. 

That, they were. Derek was an increasingly less mobile example of just that. 

“We'll see,” he replied before quickly adding, “Can you hurry up? Please.”

“Did my big, sexy baby mama work up an appetite?”

“That, he did,” Derek nodded and sighed as he took his right hand from his belly and moved it up to his tits to wipe at the milk dribbling from them. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. 

“I know I already told you,” Matt said as he added his special ingredients to the blender. “But you're amazing. Your capacity is amazing.”

“All thanks to you…” Derek sighed again. 

“Not all, just mostly,” the hunky, naked janitor smirked again, obviously proud of himself. 

A few minutes later, Derek's shake was ready. Matt didn't bother with a glass, just handed the blender over after removing the blade. 

“Bottoms up,” he nodded. 

“You need to join me,” Derek said as he held the pitcher off to the side away from his belly. “I wanna cheers.”

“To what?” Matt asked as finally, he picked up the drugged whiskey. 

Unfortunately, Derek hadn't thought that far ahead. “Umm…” he hesitated. 

“Cheers to you,” Matt said as he raised his glass. “You deserve it,” he nodded. 

“Cheers to me,” the thirty-three year old nodded back as he held out the pitcher. 

Matt stepped around the island to clink their vessels, then each brought theirs to their mouths. As Derek instinctively (and hungrily) started to gulp down the shake, he watched the janitor intently over the rim of the pitcher. He watched as Matt took a sniff and then a small sip. A very small one…

“What's, UUUUUURP!!!” Derek loudly belched. “Wrong?”

“Nothing…” Matt said hesitantly. “Should there be?”

“No!” Derek laughed. “I was just wondering why you're not…”

“Downing it like you are? The janitor chuckled. “This stuff is too good to down,” he shook his head. “It deserves to be sipped.” 

“You can sip your next glass!” Derek nodded encouragingly. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Matt smirked before taking another small sip. 

“No! I just… There's a whole bottle, and…”

“There's also a whole lot of that shake you've been begging me for,” he cut in, nodding at the pitcher. 

“Right…” Derek remembered with a small, slightly anxious laugh as he took the pitcher back in both hands and brought it back to his mouth. 

As he resumed chugging, Matt resumed sipping. By then, Derek very much was in the mood for some shake, so big, thick and cold as it was, he made quick work of it. As he did, he eyed Matt, who thankfully, continued drinking his whiskey. 

Despite the vast difference in size, because of their vast difference in pace, the guys finished their drinks at the same time. As Matt set his glass down, Derek did the same with the pitcher, while letting out another massive belch. 

As its remnants were still echoing throughout the kitchen, Matt opened his mouth and yawned. His yawn was just as big as the burp his favorite preggo had just released. 

“You sure you want me to have another glass?” He asked, even as he reached for the bottle. 

“It's up to you,” Derek shrugged as casually as he could, causing his breasts to wobble about atop his belly. 

“I'm usually good for two or three before I start to get sleepy,” Matt said before yawning again. 

“You had a long day. Not only that, we just did it three times in a row… That's a lot, even for a big, strong stud such as yourself,” Derek nodded. 

“Why are you…” A pause for yet another yawn. “Being so nice to me tonight? You're never nice to me,” Matt shook his head. 

“I'm being nice ‘cause we really wanted some shake.”

“Want some…” another yawn. “More?” 

Derek shook his head and smiled as he rubbed the sides of his belly. “We're good for now. Why don't you head into the bedroom?” He suggested with a nod as he continued to smile. 

The janitor didn't move. Instead, he eyed the mess he'd made on the island. Matt might not've done a whole lot at work, but he still genuinely didn't like messes…

“Why don't…” yawn. “You head into the bedroom?” 

“I will in a second,” Derek nodded. “I just wanna wash this real quick,” he said as he picked up the pitcher again. “Don't want it to smell.”

“Just fill it with water. I'll wash it later,” Matt said as he filled his glass with half as much whiskey as he'd already had. “Now come on,” he said as he set the bottle back down and held out his hand, indicating he wanted Derek to take it. 

That was new too… They'd never held hands before. Not like that. That being like a couple… 

“I need to use the bathroom, Matt…” Derek said quietly. 

The janitor yawned again. He pulled back his hand and stretched his muscular arms carefully over his head (since he was holding his glass,) making his biceps bulge even more. 

“So come on and use your bathroom.” 

“I, um… I don't want you to hear me,” the thirty-three year old sheepishly admitted. “Something tells me, it's not gonna be pretty,” he shook his head and frowned as he rubbed his massive middle. 

Matt chuckled. “You don't think things aren't already at work..?”

“Excuse me?”

“My seed…” he continued. “It's already done the deed. All three times,” he nodded as he lowered his arms. “So even if you push what's left out, you've already got at least another three…”

“Oh, I know!” Derek giggled. “I just… Can I have some privacy, please..?” 

“Fine…” Matt sighed as he started to amble out of the kitchen, suddenly looking (but thankfully, not seeming to realize) like he was drunk. “I'm gonna go…” He yawned again. “Lay down and close my eyes for a few,” he said as he started heading towards the bedroom. “While I do, make sure you get yourself good and ready to…” Another yawn. “Go again.” 

“Will do,” Derek quickly agreed. 

“Don't take…” yawn. “Too long.”

“I won't,” he promised as without him meaning to, his eyes honed back in on Matt's bubble butt as it bobbled up and down with each increasingly unsteady step forward he took. 

“Ohmygod…” Derek said quietly once he had the kitchen to himself (relatively speaking.) “I think it worked?!” He laughed as he eyed all the pill bottles sitting there on the island. “Ohmygod…”

***

Finally, the freakishly pregnant executive had unfettered access to the janitor's full stash of drugs and supplements. Unfortunately, what he didn't have was his phone. Derek didn't remember where he'd left it, which meant he wasn't able to take pictures of the pill bottles to send to John or research on his own. 

As much of a bummer as that was, Derek didn't let it deter him. Had he been able to, he would’ve run across the kitchen to the drawer where he kept his Ziplock bags but since he couldn't, he settled on a “hasty,” ponderous waddle. 

He knocked himself in the belly with the drawer as he opened it, but he didn't care. Derek opened and set the sandwich bag he'd grabbed on the island and stared at all the bottles for the next several seconds, trying to remember names and dosages, but yeah, right… Not wanting to press what little luck he finally had, he quickly started popping bottles open and dumping several of each variety of pills into the bag. 

Again, he wished he knew what did what and what the so-called “correct” dosage was, but this was better than nothing. This was what he needed. The goal was for Whitman to knock him up, so if he waddled into their time together a little overly fertile, then so be it…

Once he had his own stash of all the pills, Derek put the caps back on all the bottles and then sealed his bag. Mission now mostly accomplished (for the time being,) he braced his hands on the island, closed his eyes and inhaled as deeply as he could to try and calm down. As they pressed down hard against the granite, Derek realized his hands were shaking. 

“Ohmygod…” he quietly said again. “I did it!”

He almost couldn't believe it. Completing his mission had cost more than he would've preferred to pay, but he tried not to think about that. Instead, Derek reminded himself again of the “success” he was hoping to achieve in the long run. Success that unfortunately hinged on him getting even more pregnant still, with at least one Whitman baby.

Once he had at least one Whitman growing inside him, then, eventually, he could schlep all his children off onto Ben. Presumably and unfortunately, more children would be created in the long haul, but if that's what it took to keep Ben on board, then again, so be it. 

The thirty-three year old sighed as he looked down and out at himself, seeing nothing but breasts and belly as he slowly shook his head. Sometimes, more often than he really should've, he still couldn't believe this was his life now. The changes still to come were just as insurmountable. 

“Fuck…” Derek mumbled as he cradled what he could of his pregnancy in his hands. 

After a few moments, he released the mound, which was definitely bigger than it had been when he got home. Tighter too, thanks in combination to the massive shake he'd just consumed and however many more babies Matt had most recently packed inside him. He grabbed his bag of pills and waddled out of the kitchen into the living room, where he opened a drawer in his built-in cabinet and stuffed it inside. 

By then, he did need to use the bathroom, so he turned and lumbered naked to the guest bath. After he finished doing his business, he headed for the bedroom, where unsurprisingly, he found Matt passed out, quietly sawing logs atop his still made bed. 

The janitor looked peaceful and harmless as he slept. He looked undeniably sexy too… So much so that for a brief second, Derek considered trying to rouse him for a fourth go, but as he slowly rounded the bed to head for his side, he caught sight of Matt's cock. 

It was soft. Completely soft. It was still an impressive size resting atop the janitor's still bulging balls but now it too looked harmless because thankfully, it was. For now. How long that would stay the case remained the question? 

There were other questions Derek now belatedly considered… What would happen when Matt woke up? What was he going to remember? Was he going to be able to piece things together?  Would he notice the missing pills?

The janitor's favorite preggo would have to wait till the morning to find out. Matt was out like a light and by the looks and sounds of it, was going to remain that way for a while. 

As such, Derek didn't worry about being quiet as he got into bed. He grunted loudly several times as he awkwardly lowered his immense bulk onto the mattress, jostling it, its other inhabitants, as well as his own. Grunting some more, he slowly lowered himself onto his side, sending twin spurts of milk shooting from his tits, especially the left, which quickly became compressed as his right settled atop and against it. 

After three thorough and satisfying, back to back fuckings, downing another massive amount of shake, and pulling off the heist of the century (in his book, anyway,) he was ready for bed. Ready as he was though, sleep didn't immediately come… Derek laid there awake for several minutes, waiting to drift off but soon realized he wouldn't anytime soon until he took care of two more things…

Fortunately, doing so only required doing one thing. Unfortunately, said thing was moving. Part of the reason Derek couldn’t fall asleep was Matt was snoring away behind him. It wasn’t the noise that was keeping him awake, it was the fact that he wanted to feel the muscular maintenance worker’s body warmly and gently vibrating against his severely bloated one. 

The other reason the thirty-three year old couldn’t fall asleep was because too much of his belly was hanging off the side of the bed, putting (additional) pressure on its left side. So, yeah, Derek needed to move… Along with another series of loud grunts and strong jostles, slowly, he worked himself into position. Panting, he finally came to rest with his ass and upper back pressed against Matt’s left side. 

This time, when Derek closed his eyes, sleep came almost immediately. 

***

Matt was still in the same position and didn't wake when Derek did around two in the morning to use the bathroom. He didn't stir till almost seven o'clock, at which time, stir Matt did, indeed. Stir Derek's insides…

At some point between the fecund exec's most recent bathroom break and then, the janitor had rolled onto his left side and his now once again ready to do cock, had somewhat found its way back between Derek's fat lower cheeks. Matt's favorite preggo stirred a little in his sleep as he pushed himself in a little deeper, but due to the mass of and depth between Derek's ass cheeks, the janitor wasn't able to “hit home” again till he took the right in his hand and lifted it away from the left. 

All of a sudden, the thirty-three year old woke to a surprising yet familiar sensation as his hole was unexpectedly slowly filled by Matt's thick cock again. Derek grunted and blinked as he felt the sexy maintenance worker's large hand take a firm hold on his right hip. 

“Mmmmnnnh… What’re you d-doing?” He asked, still half asleep. 

“What do you think?” The janitor asked as he languidly pushed himself in deeper. “I'm gonna put another baby or two in you.”

“No…” Derek groaned again. “Matt! You… I… Wasn't last night enough?!” He asked as if by instinct and/or need (or a combination of both,) his hole eagerly accepted the cravable member that literally played a large part in his predicament.

“Nah…” Matt chuckled quietly into his right ear before peppering that side of his neck with small kisses. “You can… take a… few more,” he said between pecks as he continued to work himself in. 

“Probably…” Derek grunted before huffing, “But I'd really rather not!”

“Remember…” another few little kisses. “You promised me you…” a few more. “Wouldn't, ahhh…” Matt sighed as his crotch met his biggest preggo's fat cheeks, which he then started slowly and gently compressing. “Complain,” he finished when finally, he could go no deeper. 

Yes, unfortunately, Derek remembered. To be fair though, back when he’d made said promise, his expectations for how the evening was going to go had been quite different… Yes, even back then, he'd been “willing” to add to his womb if need be, but a lot had changed since. 

Too much. And yet he did nothing, even though he could've at least tried to… 

Damn it! Derek silently bemoaned. Do something! He pleaded with himself. Anything?! Tell him you need to shit! Tell him you're about to shit on him!!! That'll get him out!

The false, disgusting and embarrassing declaration all but certainly would've done the trick, making it his best bet. The one that certainly made the most “sense,” but still, all the (already way more than) stupidly fecund thirty-three year old did in response was moan as Matt twitched hard and deep inside him.

“Ready for a couple more..?” The janitor asked as he took his hand from his hip and moved it up to his breast, taking a tight grip on it, causing a large gush of warm milk to gush from it as he pulled it off and away from its “twin.”

Was Derek ready for a couple more babies..? Yes and no. No, he didn't WANT anymore, but yes, he was “ready” for them, IF THEY LITERALLY CAME FROM BEN, NOT MATT!!!

Again, he silently screamed at himself to do something, but he didn't, other than to sigh, nod, and gently push his neck back against Matt’s presently hovering lips. 

“I'm ready…” he quietly confirmed, once more all too easily caving to the albeit demented, but sexy and all too sexually talented and pleasing, janitor.