Miracle Drug Week 39

It's been a minute, but I'm also back to this story. I've also lightly updated the first three chapters, which I will be reposting over the course of the next day or so. You won't have to re-read them, but could if you want to. Enjoy!

Miracle Drug

By

Brimmingbelly04

(Inspired by Overdue

By

SoOverdue of MpregCentral)

Week 38, Day 6

“One… more… day! One… more… day! One… more… day!” Betsy repeated as she slowly and rhythmically bounced up and down on her trusty purple exercise ball.

With her belly covering her panties in the front, she looked nearly naked as she rolled her hips, trying to loosen them a little more in final preparation for labor and delivery. Betsy's now D-cup sized breasts were tightly packed in her white Calvin Klein tank top that had been rendered a crop, the milk-filled mounds pushed together by the straining, elastic fabric, giving her some seriously impressive cleavage even though she wasn't wearing a bra.

She could hardly contain her anticipation or excitement as she anxiously tapped her fingers on the overstretched top of her still almost perfectly spherical womb. Still bouncing, Betsy reached to her right and grabbed her phone off the coffee table. She opened her messages and clicked on a contact she'd recently renamed “T,” for Trent, of course…

*Hey. Just checking in. Haven't heard from you in forever and not that I think I need it anymore, but I didn't get my delivery this week… Are you OK?

She hit send and held her breath. The three previous texts she'd sent had all come back “undeliverable” with no other explanation. A few seconds later, her most recent text did too. What the hell was going on with Trent?!

Annoyed, Betsy tossed her phone back onto the table and refocused on her bouncing. She kept going for another few minutes when all of a sudden, the boys both started to squirm, forcing her to stop.

“Ooof! We talked about this boys… You guys are way too big to still be moving around like that!” She reminded her son's as she tried to calm them with gentle rubs from her soft hands. “It makes Mommy extra uncomfortable…”

“Yours are acting up too?” Justin asked as he slowly waddled into the living room, struggling to pull the wide, elastic band of his paternity jeans up and over the widest point of his belly.

Betsy nodded as she looked up at him from her ball. “Having a little trouble there?” She couldn't help but chuckle.

“More than a little! What's the point of all this elastic if it can't do its job?” Justin huffed as the band promptly slid down his heaving belly as soon as he let go of it.

“Babe… It's not the elastic's fault, it's yours for getting so big!” She teased as she continued to rub her belly. “But the good news is that by this time tomorrow, it won't matter or almost won't!” She grinned as she started to roll her hips again only to stop almost immediately as she lost her breath. “Oooh! Woof!” She exclaimed as she brushed some errant hair from her sweaty face. “I'm done for now… Help me up?”

Justin tottered the rest of the way over, turned slightly to the side and then offered Betsy his hands. Following a quick count to three, he leaned back and pulled as she extra firmly planted her feet and pushed, both of them groaning loudly as they got her standing.

“How long did you bounce this time?” Justin asked as he took his left hand from her right and placed it on that side of her belly to help steady her. “You're drenched!”

“Thanks to this furnace I'm lugging around…” Betsy huffed as she turned and pressed the front of her belly against his. “I started to sweat four bounces in. I did…” she looked down at her watch. “Twenty minutes.”

“Good job, babe,” her boyfriend commended. “If the restaurant wasn't so nice, I'd wear shorts so I don't start sweating like a whore in church, but jeans are stretching it, literally!“ He groaned as he pointed to his pants. “That and none of my nice shorts come close to fitting anymore!” He rolled his eyes.

“Well come tomorrow or maybe Saturday, depending on how long things take, things will fit a lot better again!” Betsy said as she turned again and leaned in to give Justin a kiss on the cheek. “Now lemme go get ready, then we'll go, OK?”

“OK,” Justin said as he gave her sexy ass a little slap as she started waddling away.

“I hope my special surprise still fits…” she said over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs. “If it does, you're in for a sexy treat!”

“Then I hope it does!” Justin called after her.

*****

Like Justin's jeans, Betsy's special surprise didn't quite fit the way she'd hoped it would, necessitating some help from him and therefore, a premature reveal.

“Are you… pulling?!” She panted.

“Yes, babe…”

“Well then pull harder!”

“I don't wanna… rip anything!” Justin mutedly replied, pretty much speaking directly at Betsy's belly button. “Can you suck in a little?” He asked as he carefully pulled on the hem of the dress again.

“I can't suck in at all!” Betsy shouted, arms flailing as they stuck straight up out of the dark blue dress that would've been tight on her before getting pregnant, but it was stretchy, so she thought she'd be able to squeeze herself into it. Maybe not..?

“Not even a little..?”

“PULL NOW!!!” She “shouted” again though tightly clenched teeth as she tried her best to suck in, her girth only reducing by maybe an inch, which thankfully, proved enough to do the trick.

“Here we go!” Justin shouted back as the (beyond) skin-tight dress slowly started to slide the rest of the way down Betsy's pregnancy. Once it had, things were easy. “We did it!” He said as he straightened the hem where it landed just above her mid-thigh.

To celebrate the difficult accomplishment that'd gotten him sweating again, Justin planted what he intended to be a chaste kiss on the front of his girlfriend's strained (and now very tightly confined) belly. Since he couldn't see Betsy's face, he didn't see her eyes rolling back in her head, though he did hear her…

“Oooh, fuuuuuuuck…” Betsy moaned as she lost herself in the thought of where a kiss like that could take her right then and there.

Reaching out to his right to brace himself on the foot of the bed, with a series of grunts and groans, Justin slowly stood. “Wow, babe… You look amazing!” He said as he took Betsy in.

She really did. Her face was dewy and deeply flushed, but still radiant, her done-up hair all full and voluminous, and her tits… wow! “But can you breathe?” He hated to ask, but had to.

“No, not really!” Betsy replied with a correspondingly breathless smile as she looked down and out at herself. “But worth it, right?!” She asked as she looked back up at her boyfriend.

“Totally!” Justin nodded.

He knew he probably really should have, but following all their work, he wasn't about to tell Betsy that her belly had made the shiny dress nearly sheer. At least with him and his even bigger belly by her side, she wouldn't garner all the attention, but then again, she probably would ‘cause she looked so damn sexy…

Five minutes later, they were waddling out of the house to his car. After the whole dress ordeal and making their ponderous way downstairs and outside, both of them were out of breath, most especially, Betsy.

“We don't… have to… do this,” Justin said, doing his best to support his now truly struggling girlfriend, who'd insisted on wedging her swollen feet into a pair of her lower heels.

“Yes we… do! We're almost… there. Jesus!” Betsy huffed, still determined despite all the extra, extra effort her getting ready had taken.

Huffing, puffing and perspiring (but not as much as his counterpart,) Justin guided her the rest of the way to her door, stopping her far enough away from it so he had room to open it for her. Holding his other hand in a death grip for some much needed support, Betsy slowly turned and then lowered herself into her seat, praying hard her dress wouldn't tear and then sighing in relief when it didn't and her backside was firmly planted.

“Oh, thank God!” She whispered when she finally finished turning forward, the front of her belly pressing almost uncomfortably against the glove compartment.

“Really…” Justin said as he stood between the door and the car. “If this is too much, which it might be, we can just go back in and have something delivered?” He suggested, kind of hoping she'd take him up on it.

Betsy shook her head. “This is our last night before babies. We're going, now get in!” She pointed to the driver's seat before crossing and setting her arms atop her belly, right in front of her tightly confined tits.

“Yes, ma'am…” Justin muttered as he closed her door, feeling somewhat less enthused about going to dinner now that simply getting to the restaurant was proving to be a challenge, with more to come…

He waddled around the front of the car to the driver's side and repeated the same motions Betsy had, without help. Justin was turning to face the wheel when he felt it brush against his belly. Actually, it did a lot more than brush… Now the wheel pressed hard against it. Justin's expression changed to that of confusion as he tried again. There was no way he'd actually…

“Ooof!” He grunted.

“Everything… OK over there?” Betsy asked as she struggled with her buckle.

“I…” Justin started then stopped, clenching his teeth as he sucked in as much as he could and gave it another go. His belly didn't move. “I… I don't fit.”

*****

They were over half an hour late for their reservation but eventually, Betsy and Justin made it to the restaurant in the back of an Uber XL the soon-to-be daddy requested. The couple's unique, advanced and mutually shared condition attracted a lot of attention, both on the way to and at the restaurant, but they were used to it by then. Besides, come tomorrow, they'd go back to being normal-sized people, no longer sharing their bodies and all their resources with two others.

“Perfect timing,” Justin said as he finished signing the check and saw his phone light up. “Our side's two minutes away.”

“I dunno about perfect…” Betsy said as she slowly pushed herself even further back from the table than her belly had already kept her. “It might take me that long just to get up!”

Even though his belly and the babies in it were bigger than hers, overall, Justin was bigger than Betsy too, so he didn't have quite as much trouble handling his load. While he managed to get up and out of his seat before his girlfriend did, he still did so slowly and carefully. By the time he made it around to Betsy's side of the table, their waiter and a busboy were already helping her the rest of the way to her feet, once again attracting the attention of fellow diners.

Since they were too big to fit between the tables side by side, Justin let Betsy set the pace of their exit by going first. On their way out, his phone rang.

“Hey, Justin. This is Darren, your Uber driver. I'm out front in the dark blue Accord.”

“Accord?” Justin repeated. Fuck… He'd forgotten to request an XL. Hopefully, a mid size sedan's backseat would be more accommodating than the front seat of his own. “Great. We're uh… on our way out, see you in a second,” he said before hanging up, knowing he should've said “in a minute” because poor Betsy was really taking her time, forced to take extra small and careful steps her dress was even more tight following dinner.

Out in front of the fancy restaurant that was on Darren’ list to try, he set his phone back in its mounted cradle. He usually Ubered a few times a week so he could afford to take his husband out on fun dates and treat him to nice meals without breaking the bank. He'd have to ask this Justin guy how the place was, if he ever made it out…

As he waited, he refreshed the Uber app to see if he could pick up another ride yet, then played around with his mirrors a little and still nothing. Darren was about to grab his phone and call Justin to say he was going to have to leave when the front door of the restaurant opened and not one, but two incredibly pregnant people slowly came waddling out, headed directly for him.

“Dar-?” Justin asked, all out of breath as he lowered his head into the open window.

“Um… Yeah, that's me!” Darren replied after spending several moments blatantly staring at the truly massive couple.

Justin opened the back door and let Betsy get in first. As she struggled to slide across the bench seat, grunting and groaning as she did, he realized he probably should've helped her in on the other side of the car, behind Darren.

“So… sorry to… keep you waiting!” Betsy haltingly apologized to the driver as crammed behind him, she almost frantically rubbed at her belly. “We're a little… extra full at the… moment!” She huffed.

“Yeah, I can…” Darren started to say as he stared back at Betsy in the rearview mirror, noting how thin, sheer, and obviously strained her dress was, both across her belly and breasts. “N-no worries!” He more politely finished instead.

With Betsy finally situated as best as she could be, Justin worked on getting himself into the back of the Accord. Fortunately, after some intense and rather ridiculous maneuvering, he made it in, but the front of his belly was less than an inch from touching the back of Darren’ front passenger's seat, which already seemed to be scooted pretty far up.

“So, um… When are you guys due?” Darren asked as he pulled into traffic. Unsurprisingly, he'd forgotten his question about if the restaurant was as good as he'd heard it was.

“Tomorrow,” the bloated couple replied at the same time, each with a hand on the other's bump as they continued to try and get a little more comfortable in the backseat that wasn't big enough for them. Almost immediately, they both realized they weren't going to be able to and gave up.

“Wow, how exciting! My husband and I just found out we're expecting. Well, he is,” Darren shared as he drove.

“Congrats, man!” Justin offered. “I'd give you a fist bump or something, but I can hardly move…”

“Yeah, I…”

“Um, Justin..?” Betsy suddenly very quietly but urgently whispered as she took her hand from his belly and placed it on hers. “Situation…”

“Contraction?” He whispered back.

“I wish, but no,” she shook her head. “I think I… I got bigger during dinner!”

Justin let out a quiet laugh. “Pretty sure I did too! Don't worry… it'll go down as we digest, then it'll really go down tomorrow when…”

“No! Look at my dress!” Betsy whisper-hissed.

He followed her frantic nodding down to her right hand, which was now literally holding the side seam of the dress together. The seam and the fabric surrounding it were about to blow…

*****

“Gotta… get… this… thing… off!” Betsy huffed in panic as she tried but failed to muster more up than just her rather pathetically slow waddle towards the house.

Her seam had audibly blown while Justin had been helping her out of the car. Darren offered to assist and he was about to accept the offer when Betsy discreetly shook her head while shooting him a death look. Now, Justin waddled ahead as fast as he could so he could have the door unlocked and opened by the time she got there.

As soon as they were inside and the door was closed behind them, the heavily panting pregnant couple just stood there huffing and puffing and staring at each other for a few seconds. Then they both looked down at Betsy's belly as she took her hand from its side.

The moment she stopped holding it together for dear life, the seam continued to audibly split, now at a much more rapid rate. The dress blew open, Betsy's belly surging out and to the sides now that it had the room it so desperately needed.

“This was the… biggest dress at the store!” She quietly said as her eyes started to well up. “And I'm too big for it! I'm a huge… pregnant cow!” She cried, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.

“Whoa… Come on, now!” Justin soothed as he approached, setting his hands on her shoulders as he lined their bellies up side by side. “You are not a huge, pregnant cow,” he shook his head. “You're my sexy, pregnant Betsy!” He nodded and smiled as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, earning himself an inadvertent taste of salty tears.

Betsy nodded back and began to calm down as Justin lowered his hands and placed his left on his belly, his right on hers. “Tomorrow…” he continued. “We'll be able to say goodbye to these,” he said, giving each of them a pat as he kissed her neck. “And hello to our babies,” he added between pecks.

As he kissed her, Betsy let her head fall back, exposing more of her neck to him. Justin took this as a sign and helped her out of her ruined dress right there in the hall, leaving her standing there in her straining panties, her bra having a difficult time containing her swollen breasts.

“That feels so much better…” she sighed.

“I'm sure it does,” Justin chuckled.

“I'm so glad they're coming out tomorrow,” Betsy said as she looked down at her bare belly.

“You and me both. But till then, I'm gonna make sure Mama's nice and comfortable,” Justin said as he pulled back and smiled at her. “Well, maybe not comfortable,” he amended. “Only because I know that's pretty much impossible mow!” He rolled his eyes. “But at the very least, I'm gonna make sure you enjoy yourself!” He winked as he reached down and back and gave her ample backside a squeeze.

Leaving what remained of the dress on the floor, the two expanded lovers waddled up to Justin's bedroom. There, they undressed (Betsy not having much left to remove) and then slowly and awkwardly lowered themselves onto the bed. For the next several seconds, both of them were stuck on their backs, huffing, puffing and really sweating by the time they'd worked up the inertia and energy to roll over and face each other.

“Ooof! Sorry, unnnngh!” Justin grunted as their bellies bumped and pressed together, his now naked form dominated by his disturbingly globular midsection, which was so tightly packed, it shined in the light coming from the lamp on his nightstand.

“Babe… I think we're just… too big to do it anymore!” Betsy huffed.

She wanted to have some of their usual fun especially since come tomorrow, they wouldn't have the time or energy to, but at the moment, she was just so stuffed and now also, exhausted. Justin felt exactly the same but tried to keep the mood up or really, get it there…

“Just about, but not quite,” he smiled as he shook his head. “This is our…” he paused to grunt as he shimmied up some more so he could kiss his girlfriend, the side of his pregnancy dragging heavily across the mattress. “Last chance.”

“I know…” Betsy sighed as she leaned in over her belly so her lips could meet her boyfriend's puckered waiting ones. “I want to,” she nodded once they'd finished kissing. “I just… We…”

“Come on, babe…” Justin practically begged, giving her his best puppy dog eyes and a cute pout as he moved his right hand to Betsy's bloated left breast and gently cupped it, noting its warmth and heft. “I'll do all the work,” he promised, hoping that in doing so, he wasn't setting himself up for failure.

“All of it?” Betsy asked, a small smirk forming on her pretty face.

“All of it,” he nodded as with a series of grunts, he worked himself up onto his knees.

“But you…”

“Will enjoy every second of you enjoying yourself,” he cut her off, eyes rolling back as she rubbed the underside of his over-packed womb.

“You're getting some more stretch marks down here,” Betsy said as she took in the sight of her boyfriend's pregnancy from an angle she didn't usually get to see it from.

“No…” Justin groaned as he turned to reach for the bottle of lotion on his nightstand, intending to get their evening in bed off to a start by giving Betsy's belly a much needed, gentle rub.

As he did, her hand moved further south, finding his wonderful cock ready to go. As she took hold of it, Betsy started to get excited, mentally anyway… Physically, her body had other plans, starting with her eyes, which suddenly felt very heavy and she couldn't help but close for what she intended to be only a second.

“Maybe after this, you can get me good and knocked up with your b-b-babies…” she yawned as Justin fumbled with the cap of the bottle, having some extra difficulty with so much blood rushing to his member.

Once he got it opened, he was about to fill his palm with several large globs but as he turned his gaze back to Betsy to tell her that he'd like nothing more than what she'd just said (maybe not for a few years, but still…) he found her already sound asleep, the big boys inside her gently lolling about, subtly shifting the shape of her belly here and there.

With a quiet sigh, Justin returned the lotion to his nightstand and then carefully as he could, he laid down facing Betsy, the fronts of their bellies touching. Needless to say, he was disappointed they weren't going to have one last pregnant romp, but they'd had plenty. That, and there'd always be the next time, when he knocked Betsy up with a baby or two of his own… Fortunately/unfortunately, Justin probably wouldn't have another bun or two in his oven, but that was OK.

“See you guys tomorrow…” he whispered as he took his upper hand from his belly and reached out and gently placed it on Betsy's.

Week 39

“Are you sure you measured right, doc?” Betsy asked Morrow as he took the measuring tape from her belly.

She craned her neck forward to peer over as much of it as she could as she scratched at a particularly itchy patch of stretched skin near her navel. Betsy had on a pair of sweats and one of her “sleep shirts” that used to reach her knees before pregnancy but now only just covered her underwear around the house.

Morrow grabbed his iPad and sat on his stool. “It appears I did. You're measuring fifty-one weeks, Big Mama!” He chuckled as he rolled over to Justin and his slightly bigger but equally exposed belly. “Once the drugs have been administered, it shouldn't take long for them to kick in.”

“How long do you think it'll take for things to get underway?” The doubly pregnant man asked, watching as Morrow ran the tape measure from his pubic bone to right up under his pecs.

“If I had to guess, I think both of your waters will break within an hour,” the doctor replied. “Wow… Measuring in at fifty-two weeks, Justin!”

“One year pregnant! Jesus!” He huffed. “A little much, no?” He rolled his eyes as he gave the sides of his belly some pats.

“A little, but you and Betsy both grew some big, healthy babies,” Morrow commended as he picked up his iPad again to enter Justin's measurements. “How are you two with needles?” He asked as two nurses entered the room, each wheeling along an IV stand.

“Fine, so long as you keep ‘em away from my belly now!” Justin chuckled. “I've had my…” he stopped himself as he'd yet to discuss his participation in the drug trial with Betsy. “Just be careful,” he requested with a smile and nod.

“So what're you going to be pumping into us?” Betsy asked as the nurses wheeled the IVs around to either side of the very, very pregnant couple.

“Basically a counter agent to ensure we can aid the body in starting the natural labor process. Justin probably has a good understanding of how everything is supposed to work since…”

“Right!” Justin jumped in. “I understand. Don't worry, babe, it's totally safe,” he assured his anxious girlfriend.

“Wonderful,” Morrow smiled as the nurses stuck the needles in their arms. “Just sit tight and relax and I'll be back in an hour to check in.”

1 Hour Later

“Are you sure? Not even one contraction?” Morrow asked with a frown as he looked between the two swollen parents to be.

Betsy and Justin both shook their heads as they rubbed wide circles on their bellies. Morrow's brow furrowed deeper as he looked at the nurse who'd called him in and was now doing a terrible job of keeping the worry off her face. Smiling at his patients, he gently pulled her aside and whispered to her to up the dosage.

“As much as you can and then call me in fifteen. Also, let's get them moving,” he instructed.

“That should work?” The nurse whispered back.

“It better. Trent said it would. With the upped dosage and moving around, I give it another fifteen minutes tops before we finally have some action.”

1 Hour Later

“Hey… doc?” Justin huffed, placing his hand on the wall as he doubled over his bump in the hallway, trying to catch his breath. “Shouldn't… something have… happened by now?” He asked as Betsy waddled ponderously past, her face red with heat and exhaustion.

Morrow stared down at his phone. He'd called Trent several times but none of them had gone through. “The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service,” he'd been informed by the automated operator.

“Yes, it should've,” he hesitantly admitted. “Just um, keep walking and… I'll check back in shortly,” he said before he hurried off to his office as he tried to figure out what to do next.

Justin's eyes followed him as he pushed off the wall and groaned at the effort it took to get himself waddling again.

45 Minutes Later

“I… have to… stop!” Betsy gasped. “If I don't… I'm going to… collapse!” She told Morrow, who was now sweating bullets himself from all the nerves.

“This… isn't helping,” Justin said as he approached from behind, his shirt soaked with sweat, the exposed portion of his belly shining with moisture.

“No, it isn't,” Morrow finally conceded. “Come with me,” he said as he got between the pair and ushered them back to the exam room, where the nurses helped them back onto the table.

Justin and Betsy both sighed in relief once they were off their aching, shaking legs.

“I'm ready to… call it,” Justin huffed out. “I want a c-section.”

“Me too,” Betsy nodded in agreement.

“Um…” Morrow hesitated. “Unfortunately, that won't be possible.”

“Today? Fine…” Betsy sighed. “We'll schedule it. Can we do tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow won't work either,” the doctor replied so quietly she almost didn't hear him.

“Why not?” She asked as she tried to sit further forward, her belly stopping her.

“You see… the um, contracts you both signed state that the babies must be delivered naturally, otherwise you'll be charged for the costs of the…”

“What?!” Justin snapped. “That's bullshit!”

Morrow held up his hands. “I'm sorry, but it's not my…”

“Can Betsy and I have a few minutes, please?”

“Of course,” he nodded as he and the nurses left the room.

Once he and Betsy were alone, Justin closed his eyes and sighed as he anxiously rubbed his belly. It seemed the time had come to get Trent involved, which meant he had to tell his girlfriend the truth. All of it…

“Betsy, there's something I have to tell you…” he started before grunting and rolling his eyes. “Shit… Where to begin?”

“If it makes you feel any better, there's something I need to tell you too,” she nodded.

“Oh?”

“Remember how I said I didn't think I'd ever be able to get pregnant?”

Justin nodded back. “I remember. It was the same for me too.”

“Right, so anyway… I have a… friend, who works in the medical field. He owns a company that created a drug that allows…”

Justin's eyes suddenly bulged almost as much as his belly. “Ohmygod… You know Trent?!”

“I do…” Betsy slowly replied. “We dated back in college. When I found out I couldn't get pregnant, I reached out to see if he could help and well, obviously!” She grunted. “He did. Trent is actually the boys’...”

“Biological father?” Justin finished for her.

“Yeah. It was one of his conditions to help,” Betsy replied. “Wait… How do you know Trent?”

“He's my boss! I'm the official participant in the drug trial!”

“Oh, wow… Um…”

“And he's the other father of my twins!” Justin finally came clean.

“Trent is your donor too?!”

“He's um…” he hesitated. “He's a bit more than that. We never dated, but we were intimate. I'm bi, Betsy.”

“Why am I just finding this out now?!”

“Because everything between us happened so fast and I genuinely like you! What we have is so much more than what Trent and I ever did, and…”

“Same goes for me,” Betsy cut in. “So you and Trent, huh?”

“Me and Trent…”

“Wow…”

“Are you weirded out?” Justin frowned.

Betsy shook her head. “Just very surprised.

“Understandable,” he grunted. “Shit, it's a small world, isn't it?”

“Very!” She grunted back. “Have you heard from him lately?”

Justin shook his head. “Not in weeks. He's MIA.”

“Yeah, he is! So what are we supposed to do now?”

“I guess we talk to Morrow?” Justin shrugged. “See what he suggests.”

“This is bad, Justin… We have to get a hold of Trent! He needs to… fix this!” Betsy gestured at their bellies.

“Do you really think he'd come after us if we have c-sections?” Justin asked.

“I wouldn't put it past him!”

“Where the hell is he? Why would he cut both of us off like that?”

“Maybe he knows something's wrong with the drug?” Betsy guessed.

“Nothing's wrong with it! Look at us!” Justin huffed.

“Yeah, look… Look HOW pregnant we are, Justin! Maybe the drug works too well?”

“Shit…”

At that point, Morrow returned to the room without the nurses. He, Justin and Betsy all finally cleared the air, confirming their connections to Trent and what they knew about him and the drug now.

“I haven't heard from him in a couple weeks either,” Morrow shook his head. “Every time and every way I try to get in contact with him has been unsuccessful.”

“So what do we do now?” Justin asked.

“I say we try again in a few days. I'll get you guys in the system for another appointment.”

“Why can't we keep trying today?” Betsy frowned.

“Because we used all the induction drug the hospital had in stock,” Morrow replied.

“All of it?!” Justin groaned.

He nodded. “That being the case, my hope is it might just be taking a little longer than expected to kick in… Maybe it will some time in the next day or so?”

“Maybe?”

“Honestly, it's tough to say, I'll admit. Till I get more, just try to relax and give some of the old methods a shot,” Morrow suggested. “Trust me, we all want these babies out.

“Apparently not Trent!” Justin huffed as he rubbed at his eyes in disbelief.

“That bastard!” Betsy growled. “We gotta find him and make him help us!”

“We can barely move, babe!”

“That's just ‘cause we're exhausted right now! We gotta try!”

“We'll… We'll figure this out,” Justin sighed. “All of it. In the meantime, we just need to hold out for a few more days, right doc?” He asked as he turned to the OB-GYN.

“Right,” Morrow nodded.

“You call us the second you get the drug!”

“I will,” he promised as he made another hasty retreat, leaving Justin, Betsy and the four babies still inside them alone again.

“Well…” Betsy sighed. “There is some good news…”

“Is there?”

She nodded. “We can have sex again! When we have the energy to!” She rolled her eyes.

“Who's the horn dog now?!” Justin laughed as he raised his brows before getting serious again. “But maybe we could take a nice, long nap first?”

Betsy grunted. “A nap was a given! But then after, maybe I'll fuck you since apparently, you're into that sort of thing!” She couldn't help but tease.

Her boyfriend's brows rose a little higher. “Yeah, but only when I'm with the right person. I'm perfectly happy with you,” he assured. “You have just the right equipment.”

“You wouldn't be interested?”

“In you fucking me?!” His brows went higher still.

Betsy smirked as she nodded. “Ever heard of pegging?”

“Yeah, I have,” he nodded back. “But would you seriously be…”

“Come on, babe… You should know by now that I'm down to try anything at least once!” She winked at him as she raised her phone. “That being said, I'm ordering a strap-on right now…”

“Ooh, fuck!” Justin grunted, face flushing again as his cock gave a hard twitch beneath his still mammoth middle.

Maybe being pregnant a little longer wouldn't be so bad after all?