Competitive

New story written for @CharlieGrand 

Part 2 will be posted soon!

Competitive

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part One

Fletcher had always been competitive, sometimes to a fault… More often than not, he didn't know when to take the L, not realizing that sometimes, it was OK to lose the battle if he could still win the war in the end. His boyfriend, Patrick, had taken note of all of the above, and when the time came, used it to his advantage.

Patrick liked competitive guys. For whatever reason, they got him going. They especially did when what they were competing over was him, so Fletcher really fit the bill, he just didn't know it yet as he didn't know about Josue…

Like Fletcher, Josue was a younger, handsome, cocky up and comer, who also more often than not, couldn't help but do whatever he needed to to win, even if the victory came at his own detriment. For a while, neither Josue or Fletcher knew the other existed, but once they did, it was game on.

Both of them were furious with the boyfriend they hadn't realized they'd been sharing. They found out they were when Fletcher got back from a business trip a few hours earlier than he was supposed to, and went to Patrick's place to surprise him. Upon his arrival, he and Josue ended up being the ones who were surprised when he walked into Patrick's room and found them in bed, not only tousled up in the sheets in the middle of it, but right in the middle of a rather raunchy sexual performance.

Surprised as both of his boyfriends were, Patrick wasn't. He'd been expecting something like this to happen eventually. In a way, he'd wanted it to, so he was able to play it nice and cool as he was accosted from the foot of his bed by his two, equally shocked but competitive lovers.

"How long has this been going on?!" Fletcher demanded as he paced back and forth, glaring at his boyfriend, while trying not to look at Josue, who'd hastily wrapped his bare lower half in the sheet he'd torn off the bed.

"How long have we been seeing each other?" Patrick asked, still cool as a refrigerated cucumber.

"Seven months!" Fletcher and Jose replied in an unexpectedly unified shout, forcing the former to stop his pacing and glaring and finally turn his gaze to his "competition," whom he begrudgingly had to admit was quite easy on the eyes, especially his prominent chest.

"What?! No!" Josue gasped as he took his turn to look Fletcher up and down, unfortunately finding himself not mad at what he was seeing, especially how well the other man filled the seat of his charcoal gray dress pants.

Patrick had good taste, there was no denying that. He apparently just didn't know when to stop "eating."

"You've been seeing both of us the whole time?!" Fletcher shouted again, this time on his own.

"Just about," Patrick shrugged as he pushed himself up against the headboard, revealing more of his perfectly toned, hairless torso.

"But you said you love me?!" Josue was the one to shout this time.

"Shocker…" Fletcher grunted. "He told me that too!"

"Because I do," Patrick nodded.

"Who?!" His jilted lovers shouted in unison again.

"Both of you," he shrugged once more.

"You can't really love both of us!" Josue protested. "We talked about getting married and having kids!"

Fletcher huffed and rolled his eyes. "So did we!"

"Well that's gonna be hard for you, 'cause I'm not going anywhere!" His competition proclaimed, shaken but ultimately undeterred.

"Oh, yeah? Well neither am I!" He scoffed.

"One of us has to!" Josue pressed. "And I don't plan on it being me! I don't wanna have to fight you, but…"

Twisted as it may've been, Patrick would've loved to see his two lovers in a brawl over him, but he really wanted to see them in a different kind of competition…

"There's no need for things to get physical, boys…" he chided, still thoroughly enjoying the theatrics of the situation he'd created. "Violently, anyway… That being said, if the two of you would like to get physical with me, I…"

"Absolutely not!" Fletcher scoffed again. "I'm too damn good to share, so you're gonna have to choose!"

"I'd rather not," Patrick declined.

"So then what do you propose we do?!" Josue shouted again. "Like I said, I'm not going anywhere, but apparently, neither is he!" He tipped his head in Fletcher's direction.

"What I propose is some friendly competition," Patrick replied.

"You want us to fight over you?"

"In a way… But I did say, friendly…"

"What do you have in mind?" Fletcher asked, quickly rising to the challenge like he almost always did anyway.

"To be clear, I do want what I said, with one of you…" Patrick continued. "That, and I do want to have children."

"We've already established all that!" Fletcher replied with another huff and roll of his eyes.

"Personally, I wouldn't be the least bit opposed to a throuple situation, but…"

"NO!!!" Josue and Fletcher shouted back, further proving how in-sync they happened to be.

"Fair enough," Patrick shrugged.

"Fair?!" Josue scoffed. "How is any of this…"

"Here are my terms going forward…" "his" boyfriend cut him off. "I'll marry whichever one of you bears me the biggest baby."

"What?" He frowned.

"I'll get each of you pregnant, then, whoever has the bigger baby wins."

"Wins you?" Fletcher asked.

"Bingo."

"What?! That's SO fucked up, it's BEYOND insane!" Josue screeched.

"Yeah, it is…" Fletcher had no choice but to agree. "But I'm in," he said with a resolute nod as he glanced over at the nearly naked man to his right and rolled his eyes again.

"OK, hold on now… I didn't say I wasn't in either!" Josue quickly clarified. "I just… What happens to the guy and the baby who don't win?" He justifiably questioned.

"Pretty easy… They don't get me," Patrick shrugged again.

"OK, but when he loses, he could easily take you to court and make you pay child support!" Josue said as he nodded in Fletcher's direction again. "And I don't want our baby to suffer just because you have to…"

"You and Fletcher would both sign an agreement, in which you'd consent to the loser having no rights to anything," Patrick interrupted.

"Seriously..?" Fletcher shook his head. "That's messed up, man…"

"I guess, but those are the terms," his previously loving, caring and devoted boyfriend replied. "So are you still interested..?"

Ludicrous, and unabashedly demented as the "friendly competition" Patrick had suggested was, yes, Fletcher was still interested… He hated losing, so much so that he didn't give himself a chance to really think about what he was agreeing to or all it entailed.

He looked back over at Josue and eyed him up and down… They had quite similar builds, except Josue carried more weight and muscle around his chest, whereas Fletcher carried it around his ass. They were both almost equal in height and otherwise built the same, so if he was able to set his mind to it, he could easily have a bigger baby, so…

"Yes," Fletcher replied with a firm nod. "I'm still interested."

"And what about you, Josue?"

"I never lose," he replied, looking right at Fletcher.

"Good to know, because neither do I."

"Well one of us is going to, and it's not gonna be me!"

"We'll see…"

*****

Two weeks later, Patrick, Josue and Fletcher all met at a specially selected fertility clinic Patrick had paid off… Prior to the appointment, Fletcher and Josue had been seen by their doctors, and had been given the "all clear" to get pregnant. In order to keep things are fair as possible, once the guys had signed the legally binding agreement he'd had his lawyers draw up, Patrick went into a small room where he jerked off into a cup.

He didn't look at porn or even use any lube. He just used his dry hand to stroke his hard cock as he imagined Josue and Fletcher at full term with what he hoped would be his very large babies.

Per the agreement, no one was to have contact with one another till the halfway point of the pregnancies, at which time there would be a check-in. After that, they all wouldn't see each other again till the babies were born. Throughout the pregnancies, Fletcher and Josue would be seen (separately) by the same doctor, who would monitor their progress and check their hormone levels to make sure they weren't cheating by taking any drugs or too many supplements. In short, the guys were going to have to make their babies get big using the old fashioned, pretty much disproved method of "eating for two."

Neither of Patrick's boyfriends were happy about not being able to see or be in contact with him, but the game was on… Each of them were willing to do whatever they needed to, including not seeing their man if it ultimately got them happily ever after with him.

After making his "donation," Patrick made the wise decision to depart the clinic. Despite neither of them saying anything as they entered the room where they would be inseminated at the same time, the tension between Josue and Fletcher was palpable as they silently eyed one another, sizing up their competition one more time…

Each wore a gown that closed in the back. Josue's tugged at his large pecs, while Fletcher's pulled at his big bubble butt. Their doctors each took their measurements, which were surprisingly similar… Handsome, nicely tanned and toned, twenty-six year old Mexican-American, Josue, stood at 5'10" tall and weighed 180 lbs, while equally handsome and fit, light-skinned African-American, Fletcher had a height advantage of one inch and outweighed his competitor by 4 lbs.

Per Patrick's request (who had quite the knack for getting whatever he wanted,) the exam/insemination room had been specially arranged for this appointment. Not only had a second bed been brought it, it had been positioned so it was facing the other. Patrick would've loved to have seen "his guys" reactions as they had their legs spread and raised into stirrups, giving each other an unexpected look at what the other was sporting "downstairs…"

It didn't matter much since he was strictly a bottom, but even if flaccid, Fletcher's cock was notably bigger. It was at least three inches longer and two thicker than Josue's, but worth noting, Josue (who happened to be verse) was a grower, not a shower, so Patrick didn't have any complaints. Partially hanging off the bed, Fletcher's ass looked even bigger and plumper. So much so that as much as he hated to admit it, Josue couldn't deny he wouldn't very much enjoy getting the chance to put it to use.

Since this was a competition, Josue was happy to see he won in the ball department. While Fletcher's fat ass partially hung off the table, his full, fat nuts, each of which was the size of an extra-large egg, rested heavily on it. Fletcher's balls weren't small, but Josue's easily claimed victory.

Insemination was quick and easy. Both of Patrick's boyfriends had a decently sized phallic-like device inserted into their lubed rectum. Each device was left inside for a couple of minutes, during which its contents were released and then it was removed. After came the next part of the appointment: Fletcher and Josue had to stay put, entirely still for the next hour, to ensure they had the best chance at getting pregnant.

The doctors and nurses left the room, leaving them alone. They could've talked but they didn't, both instead Googling ways to naturally have the biggest baby possible. Following a very long hour, their nurses returned, got them out of the stirrups and told them they could go change back into their street clothes.

As they left the room they'd shared, Josue and Fletcher knew that if things went according to plan, the next time they saw each other, their gowns would be tugging most at their bellies. Just how much and whose would be bigger, remained to be determined…

A few weeks later, pregnancy tests confirmed both guys to be pregnant. Neither needed the test or its results to know they were as they'd both been struck with morning sickness by then. Josue and Fletcher both had it so bad, they each lost weight, making them belatedly realize the competition wasn't going to be as easy as they'd hoped.

Since until recently, they'd both been under the assumption they'd they were the only one, everyone in Josue and Fletcher's respective circles knew about (and really liked) Patrick. What none of their friends, family or co-workers knew was that there'd been someone else the entire time, and that Patrick had pitted them against one another.

When they revealed their pregnancies, everyone congratulated Fletcher, Josue and Patrick, and invited "their" couple to celebrations. The guys attended, but without their boyfriend since they weren't allowed to see or be in contact with him. Attending events alone had them feeling like single dads, which one of them was going to end up after the competition.

The guys got over their morning sickness around the two month mark. As soon as they were able to keep food down, they got to work, wanting to impress and intimidate at the midway check-in. Neither Fletcher or Josue could say they were happy with the results they quickly achieved, as they'd both worked hard on their bodies, but if growing a big baby (and belly in the process) was what it took to win Patrick, then so be it.

But it wasn't just their midsections that quickly started to expand…

For Josue, his chest started to as well. Large and prominent to begin with, as his belly bloated, so did his pecs. Once he got over his morning sickness, he got back to the gym, but no matter how much he worked his chest, he just couldn't seem to add or even maintain muscle like he usually could. Josue's pecs (and nipples) were growing, but also getting rounder and softer.

Fletcher's problem area was his butt. Always big and bubbled, with previously, the perfect combination of fat and muscle, now, no matter how many flights he ascended on the stair climber at the gym, to keep his ass nice and round and firm, it started to get bigger and softer as some of the weight he was putting on settled there. His waist had yet to expand but already, Fletcher found himself needing to go up two inches in pants in order to adequately accommodate his large(r) rear.

Patrick's boyfriends didn't know it yet, but when it came to the development of their baby bellies, they were neck and neck. Their mutually competitive natures translated well to eating more and by three months along, both Josue and Fletcher already looked like they were four and a half. At the time, their pregnancies could still be described as "cute," but they wouldn't stay that diminutive for much longer…

*****

Patrick was super excited the day of the check-in. Literally… He'd woken up rock hard and still sported a semi as he drove to the clinic, even after having jerked off twice, once to what he imagined each of his boyfriends was going to look like. The reality was so much better than he'd hoped.

Same as during the insemination, Josue and Fletcher were to be seen at the same time, in the same room. Per Patrick's most recent request, the clinic made sure to keep the guys separated till they'd changed into their gowns and were shown to the exam room where their beds were set facing each other, with a chair in between them for Patrick to sit and take in the competitive spectacle he'd created.

Fletcher entered first. While he wasn't waddling yet, it was fair to say his gait had transitioned to more of a lumber. At just four and a half months, his belly had grown big enough to make him look like he was well into his third and final trimester. As soon as he saw Patrick, Fletcher broke out into a huge grin as he subconsciously thrust his belly out further as he made his approach, eager for a long overdue hug and kiss.

As the "couple" embraced, his now prominent, rounded belly pressing firmly against Patrick's toned abs, Patrick started to get hard again. He became fully erect after slowly moving his hands down Fletcher's back till they came to rest atop his ass, which was notably bigger, fuller, rounder and heavier.

"Feels like your belly wasn't the only thing that did some growing…" Patrick quietly said into his boyfriend's ear as he gave each of the mounds he was palming a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah, I know…" Fletcher groaned as he pulled back and looked over his shoulder, easily able to see his ass. "It's starting to get ridiculous!"

"I think it's starting to look great, not that it didn't already!" Patrick nodded and smiled as he guided him towards his bed, where a nurse was waiting to take his measurements.

As he did, he craned his head back and looked at Fletcher's ass. Big to begin with, it and his boyfriend's hips had already filled out quite significantly compared to the last time Patrick had seen him. He couldn't wait to see how much more growing and filling was to come…

He'd just finished adjusting himself when Josue entered the room, causing his literal hard work to immediately come undone. Same as Fletcher, he wasn't waddling yet, but he was moving differently than he had just a few months prior. Not to say he wanted Josue to win, but Patrick was disappointed when he realized that big as they both already were, his boyfriends bellies looked to be equal in size.

He wanted competition! He wanted one of them to show up, be shocked and have to catch up. Then again, when things are neck and neck, they also tend to get exciting…

Patrick became less disappointed as he watched the grinning, slower moving Josue approach and he noticed that not only was he moving differently overall, his chest was as well. His bigger, rounder, now more prominent but less defined chest.

"Oh, I missed you so much, Patrick!" Josue said following their kiss, earning himself a groan from Fletcher as he was having his weight taken.

"I missed you too," Patrick replied as he pulled him a little tighter, relishing in the feeling of his boyfriend's softer chest pressing against his firm pecs. "Both of you," he assured Fletcher over his shoulder.

Josue didn't have pecs anymore, he had boobs. They weren't too big yet, but they were now well on their way to becoming so big, round and bloated that he'd probably have a hard time getting them back to their former pec-ish glory. Up top, Josue definitely had Fletcher beat, but Patrick had fully expected his boyfriends' bodies to adapt differently to their pregnancies.

"I'm so sorry…" Josue suddenly apologized.

"What for?"

"My boobs!" He groaned as he looked down at them. "They just popped up outta nowhere, and they're growing so fast!" He frowned.

"There's absolutely no need to apologize. Your body knows what it's doing, and I like them!" Patrick smiled and nodded again as he led his other boyfriend to his waiting nurse. "They suit you!"

"I'm glad one of us thinks so…" Josue sighed as his nurse showed him to the scale Fletcher had just stepped off of.

As one of his boyfriends/baby mama's was weighed and the other was helped onto his bed and then had his gown raised in the front, revealing his belly, Patrick adjusted himself again before taking his special seat. He grimaced as he crossed his legs because doing so squished his hard cock and overstimulated balls. His now extra confined member twitched as he eagerly awaited hearing how much Fletcher and Josue had grown so far…

Fletcher's nurse announced that just halfway through his pregnancy, he was already up 32 lbs. Not to be outdone, Josue's announced that he was up 36 lbs, meaning they now weighed the exact same. Each of the guys' doctors measured their bellies and in keeping with the trend, both came in measuring the same: twenty-nine weeks, more than slightly ahead of schedule. Whatever Josue and Fletcher were doing to grow their babies was working. Well, sort of…

The playing field was completely level. Like NFL-grade, professionally leveled. Patrick hadn't anticipated this. To be fair, neither had either of his boyfriends… To find out that despite their best efforts to outdo the other, they were equally pregnant, was as disappointing as it was motivating.

Each thought they'd done more than enough to be in the lead, but apparently not… As they silently eyed each other, Fletcher and Josue reached the same conclusion: if they wanted to win, they were going to have to take things to the next level. With another four and a half months to go, they both silently promised themselves they were going to redouble their efforts.

After all, there was a big, handsome prize on the line. Winning it wasn't going to be as easy as they'd thought, but Patrick was worth it.

*****

"Are you sure you're not having twins?" John, one of Josue's co-workers asked with a good-natured, but slightly anxious sounding laugh as they made their way down the buffet that had been set up in the conference room as part of Josue's office baby shower.

"Yes, John, I'm sure," Josue replied with a forced but playful sigh as he used his free hand to pat the side of his seven month along belly. "I'm just having one, big baby."

"You mean huge, right?" John asked as he eyed his co-worker's pregnancy which was just barely hovering over the edge of the table.

"I know you're teasing, but that's a bit much, don't you think?" Josue rolled his eyes.

"Honestly..?" John sighed. "Not really…"

Unfortunately, he had a point… With two months left to go, Josue's belly already looked well beyond term, but to him, that was a good thing. Not necessarily right now, but in the long run. Hopefully, anyway…

Since seeing first-hand that he and Fletcher were "tied," Josue had been doing everything he could to make his baby bigger. No matter the cost (physically or financially) he had to make damn sure the baby he and Patrick shared grew to be bigger than the one his boyfriend and his other boyfriend, did. He had to.

As such, on his way home from the check-in, Josue had stopped at the store, where he proceeded to spend as much on a week's worth of groceries as he usually did in a month, and he'd been doing the same ever since. Now, no matter what he was doing, he was also always either shoveling food into his mouth, and/or sipping on one of those high-calorie shakes. Pricy and oftentimes uncomfortable as they were, what mattered most was that the results he got were paying off.

In just two and a half months, Josue succeeded in packing on another 43 lbs, bringing his gains thus far to a whopping 79 lbs, most of which had gone to his belly. As such, John's (half) joking question had been more than fair, and was also why he hadn't been the only one to recently ask it…

While his belly had done a significant amount of growing, a fair amount of the weight Josue had additionally piled on had gone to his chest. He now had no choice but to describe and treat the mounds like the fat, feminine, milk-filled breasts they'd bloated to be. To try and support and contain them, Josue now always had to wear a bra, which he hated.

Yes, bras provided now much needed support, but they also squeezed his breasts together, creating extra deep cleavage, therefore making them all the more unnecessarily pronounced. Only in the privacy of his own home did Josue dare go without coverage, especially since his nipples were growing and expanding at the same alarming rate as his tits, baby and belly. He still hit the gym, but due to all of the above, plus the fact his nipples now liked to leak whenever they were remotely stimulated, he'd stopped working his chest out, further hastening its transformation and "decline."

Josue also hated how difficult his breasts now made things… He'd been expecting his belly to get in the way, but not his chest. His abundant breasts made finding button down shirts to wear to work even more of a challenge and had grown so much that seeing his keyboard and mouse all but impossible.

Fletcher found himself in a similar, albeit different, situation…

In the two and a half months since he'd checked in with Patrick and his stiffer than anticipated competition, he too had greatly increased his food intake in hopes of tipping the scale more in his favor. Fletcher's efforts had seriously paid off, but another unintended result was that he learned he had another thing coming if he'd thought his ass had already started "getting ridiculous…" Back when he thought it had, it had actually only been getting started…

To say he was developing "child-bearing hips" and a "mama's ass" were coming to be understatements! Now, almost every seat Fletcher took was a tight one, if he could still even fit in it! While most of the additional 43 lbs he'd gained following the check-in had gone to his middle, his ass and hips had continued to expand so significantly, that if a chair had arms, more often than not, he now couldn't sit in it.

That came to include his own office chair! Face flushed with embarrassment after discovering he no longer fit in it, Fletcher had to go see his office manager about special ordering a larger, more accommodating chair for him.

Previously, he'd taken great pride in his big, beautiful butt, but now, he couldn't have been more embarrassed by it and unfortunately, not just when he was at work… One of the many other times happened at the baby shower his family had thrown for him and Patrick, whose absence he explained was caused by a "business trip he couldn't avoid." At the shower, one of Fletcher's cousins asked him if he was expecting triplets?!

His belly had grown a lot, but not that much! Had it grown big enough to possibly contain twins? Yes, but triplets?! No!

The vast majority of the additional 43 lbs he'd put on since the check-in had gone to his belly. Some had finally gone to his chest, but much more had gone to his ass, making each cheek now rival a basketball in size.

Fletcher's damn ass cheeks were the "twins" his cousin, Terry had teasingly asked about. Her query and corresponding laughter resulted in his ass attracting even more attention than its increased size and how tightly it was squeezed into his paternity jeans already had. Ugh…

Hard, thick and long, as Patrick's cock was, which his now extra booty-full boyfriend missed so damn much, Fletcher seriously doubted if it would be able to reach his hole at the bottom of the deep and tight valley between his mountainous cheeks? He hated to think about how much bigger his ass was going to get, and how much more his hips were going to spread before his pregnancy came to an end.

And still, despite how big they already were, and how big and troublesome their former "assets" had become, as had come to be the case for the last several months, Josue and Fletcher both consumed more than their (increased) fair share of food at their baby showers. If they weren't in line at the buffet getting themselves more food, someone else was for them.

Neither one of Patrick's boyfriends had decided to find out what they were having, so all the gifts they received were gender-neutral. Where some of their shower-attendees failed, was in the size of clothes they'd selected for the babies… Safe to say, neither one of Patrick's children were going to be wearing normal sized newborn clothes when they arrived.

For Fletcher, many aunts, cousins and friends he didn't see on a regular basis got their sizing way off. For Josue, he was going to have to exchange many of the presents he'd received from co-workers who mostly worked remotely and hadn't seen him in person for some time.

Still, the guys appreciated everyone's efforts and they enjoyed their showers, most especially the food. That being said, they were both very much looking forward to the conclusion of their pregnancies and their hopeful win.

*****

Sharing an insemination date meant that Josue and Fletcher also shared a due date, but that wasn't to say they would give birth at the same time. Neither of them knew it, but their doctors had both been keeping Patrick somewhat up to date on their progress. Per his request, they kept things simple and didn't go into much detail, other than to say they expected both babies to come at least a week ahead of schedule due to their size.

Patrick wanted to ask what size that was, but refrained. He knew the surprise would be worth it.

But the babies didn't arrive ahead of schedule… Come their shared due date, Josue and Fletcher were both still pregnant, neither experiencing any signs of imminent labor despite having come to be heavily (in more ways than one) waddling, ticking time bombs.

Since Patrick's boyfriends had made their babies grow so big, their doctors placed them on early paternity leave. Leave was granted to both of them at thirty-seven weeks, which they immensely appreciated, but in the long run, undoubtedly did more harm than good. The guys were miserable. Miserable and always hungry…

Thanks to their ridiculously increased consumption, which they proceeded to take to the next, next level once they started their leave, the guys became truly gluttonous, bottomless pits. Because they were constantly forcing more and more fattening food and beverages into them, Fletcher and Josue's super stretched and stuffed stomachs were no longer able to register when they were full, and therefore continually demanded to be filled with more.

Their babies weren't the ones causing their frequent cravings, they were. Josue and Fletcher had done this to themselves.

Two days overdue, Josue looked more like two months past term with twins as he sat shirtless at his kitchen table, once again stuffing his face, this time with forkful after forkful of lasagna straight out of the pan. Unless he absolutely had to leave his condo, he didn't bother wearing a bra or shirt anymore… His ginormous breasts had come to leak almost non-stop, and he was running out of tops and bras that still fit, and/or weren't permanently stained by his messy, careless eating and/or profuse milk production, quicker than he could replace them.

Same as he'd had to for more than a month, Josue sat sideways at the table, no longer able to face it head-on since his pregnancy had grown to outspan his reach. Even though he'd spread his legs as wide as he could without dislocating them, his enormous pregnancy still rested heavily on his thighs. Huge and heavy as they were, It shelved his bare, food-splattered, leaking tits, each of which had grown to be one and a half times the size of his own head so high, the tops of them framed his constantly in motion, now double chin.

Josue's body, life, and kitchen were all a mess, literally and figuratively… As a result, while he gorged himself yet again, he sobbed.

He looked and felt like he was about to burst, nothing he owned came close to properly fitting anymore, he was emptying his checking account straight into his stomach, and his massive, leaky tits were so constantly heavily bloated they ached more than his super strained back had come to!

But despite all this, he couldn't stop stuffing himself! The kitchen table and floor were both littered with emptied food and drink wrappers and bottles, which Josue just kept adding to at an alarming rate. As much as he wanted (and truly, needed to,) he couldn't stop…

Not only because he was somehow, always starving, but more so because he didn't know if he'd won the all-important competition?  Fletcher had proven himself to be a seriously formidable competitor, so Josue couldn't afford to let his guard down now while he was working on borrowed time, even if he could barely afford to keep going, physically or financially!

Till he or Fletcher went into labor, or one of their bellies burst right the fuck open, he had to keep going. Had he known, Josue would've taken consolation that across town at Fletcher's apartment, the scene and mood were very much the same…

Fletcher was a wreck, as were his kitchen and shirt, which even though was one of his biggest, now left his giant, party beach ball-rivaling pregnancy, exposed from two inches above his almost entirely gone belly button, down. The only reason he wasn't crying at the moment was because he'd already run out of tears…

His latest, tear-draining (and shorts-splitting) hysterics had happened over an hour ago, but Fletcher had yet to recover. At least not enough to yet will himself to waddle back into his closet to try and find some shorts or pants that might still fit…

Cradling what he could of his belly in his left hand to keep it from rocking (too much,) Fletcher shoved the last half of the twelfth Boston Creme donut he'd consumed that morning, into his mouth with his right. As he chewed, he shook his head in a combination of disbelief, despair and dismay, as he waddled back and forth across his messy kitchen in just his ill-fitting tee and a thong.

Why a thong..? Because briefs, even the biggest pairs Fletcher could find, weren't just too tight and constrictive, but because his now humongous ass cheeks proved to be just as ravenous as his stomach, when he wore them, he ended up with painful wedgies that were so deep, he struggled to pick them. He'd tried

When briefs were no longer an option, he tried jockstraps, of which he had plenty to choose from, but the straps irritated the undersides of his heavy cheeks. That left freaking thongs Fletcher's only choice if he wanted some support and coverage downstairs.

As soon as he was granted paternity leave, he decided he would only leave the apartment for medical appointments. Other than that, he was staying put. When Fletcher had to venture out, another change he made to his usual attire was the addition of a bra, because he too now had boobs.

Boobs that were way too big for his liking, but we're tiny when compared to his competition's monstrous melons. Had Fletcher known this, he may've felt slightly better, but probably not.

So long as the baby he'd purposely overgrown became accustomed to a less indulgent, more reasonable amount of nourishment, his "small" and perky C-cups, capped by marginally bigger (comparatively speaking) nipples, would provide enough, so he was lucky in that regard. Fletcher's luck ended below the belt he no longer needed to wear, right at his waistline, which had expanded so much, just thinking about it more often than not left him a bloated, blubbering mess.

But it wasn't the thought of said area that had caused him to be drained of tears (again.) No, this time, the reason was far worse and more embarrassing than anything else he'd experienced during his pregnancy, which unfortunately, truly said something!

Since he hardly left the apartment, Fletcher had come to rely on various delivery services… Most of the time, more food was being left at his door, and since he always selected "contactless delivery" when available, coupled with the fact simply bending over had come to be such an issue, he'd purchased and set a small table next to his door so his countless deliveries could be set on it, making them easier for him to retrieve.

Sometimes, he ordered too much or something was too big to fit on the table. That, he understood. Other, more annoying times, the carrier was either too inattentive or inconsiderate to put Fletcher's stuff where he wanted it, which seemed to be the present case…

Following the loud knock on the door, Fletcher hoisted his bulky body off the couch, the cushion he'd been sitting on retaining the indentation of his colossal ass. Slowly, he lumbered through the apartment, low, huge and ponderous pregnancy leading the way. After turning to the side to grant his belly the room it needed, he opened the door and then waddled out from behind it.

Following his baby shower, he initiated the online exchange process for all the baby clothes he'd received in the wrong size. Since everyone had gotten everything from Amazon, everything the correct size (Fletcher hoped) was due to come that day. He had been looking forward to the delivery so he could wash all the clothes and add a couple outfits to his otherwise ready and waiting hospital bag.

He was too busy thinking about doing the laundry and maybe getting around to cleaning the kitchen some if he had the energy, that he didn't notice the Amazon driver was standing there, still finishing scanning in his delivery. The only thing Fletcher noticed when he opened the door was the large box sitting on the ground in front of it.

The box was big, but it still would've fit on the table. Ugh!

"Seriously…?" He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he very slowly began to squat to retrieve the box. "How damn hard is it to do your…"

Fletcher didn't get to finish what he was saying before an explosively loud rip suddenly sounded, echoing down the hallway as his shorts burst open in the back.

"Oh, shit!" The Amazon driver yelped, eyes bulging. Before he could stop himself, he was laughing, long and hard.

Fletcher was already mortified, and he didn't have a full grasp on the severity of the situation… His fuller (face) cheeks flushed as he stood back up as quickly as he could. Between his embarrassment and his view out and down being blocked by his obstructive belly, he didn't realize that his shorts had actually completely blown apart and that "quickly" standing back up had caused what remained of them to drop down around his swollen ankles, leaving him standing there with almost half his pregnancy exposed, looking like he now had nothing on beneath it.

He didn't realize all that had happened till he took a step back after the driver quickly stopped laughing, cleared his throat and lowered his bewildered gaze.

"Oh, shit!" Fletcher was the one to yelp this time as he saw his shredded shorts lying there on the floor.

He forgot all about his delivery. As fast as he could, Fletcher turned around, some very narrow and strained elastic being the only thing keeping him from fully mooning the stunned driver before he tottered back into the apartment and slammed the door shut behind his bulbous behind. As he leaned against the wall trying to process what the fuck had just happened, Fletcher burst into tears.

Screw unboxing and washing the damn babies clothes, now, the dozen donuts he really shouldn't have had delivered that morning, were REALLY calling his name!