Competitive IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for That-Other-Guy.

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Edward could hear the quiet groans throughout the night. He frowned, and looked up from his air mattress.

Tim was sprawled back on the couch in just a large nightshirt, his legs spread wide, as though in preparation to birth a child, but he still had not made much progress. His belly was low, hole slick with lubrication. He had even managed to stretch himself to allow passage for his baby’s potentially gigantic head.

Edward sighed in irritation. They couldn’t afford to miss their flight in the morning. He had put the whole thing on his parents’ credit card. He gingerly climbed off his bed and approached the couch. “Scoot over.”

Tim sleepily blinked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He managed to heave himself up enough to make room for Edward.

“Got any sleep?”

“Not…really,” said Tim breathlessly.

Edward sighed, and absently rubbed Tim’s hip. Tim slumped back, breasts heaving as he anxiously waited for his next contraction.

“How close are they?”

“About five…five minutes.”

“That doesn’t give you a lot of time.”

“To sleep? N-no,” Tim responded.

“Are you dilated at all?”

“F-fuck if I know.”

“Let me check,” said Edward, and Tim was so obedient in heaving himself to all fours—or an attempt at all fours. His overinflated beach ball of a belly was pressing into the couch, bypassing the span of his arms. He was truly massive. He shuddered as Edward slid down his basketball shorts, cupping his plump cheeks, observing his slick crack. “Let me break your water,” Edward heard himself blurt.

He was surprised when Tim responded, “Just s-shut up and do it.”

Heart speeding up, Edward got to his knees. His belly was still small, respectively speaking, and if he got any bigger, he wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this position. Whispering his thanks to whatever entity was listening, he pressed himself against Tim’s ass.

As Edward entered, they both groaned. Tim clenched around him, and as Edward cupped his flanks, he could tell that he was having a contraction.

As Tim suffered, the tight heat of his body drew Edward sharply to the edge. He had discovered that pregnancy made him sensitive, and horny. He managed to hold himself together until the contraction ended, by which point he was leaning heavily on Tim’s back, completely breathless.

“I can feel your baby moving,” Tim managed, weakly.

“What? Yeah…” Edward responded huskily. “This one’s…really active.” Admittedly, at that moment, the last thing he wanted to discuss was babies.

“Mm,” Tim hummed.

Gathering his composure, Edward began to move in long, forceful thrusts. With each one, he could feel Tim’s tension climbing, but not with a contraction, something else. Highly interested in the build-up, Edward reached down, around Tim’s hip. His hand had just barely managed to close around his friend’s cock, when Tim exploded, his breath shuddering. His seed splattered Edward’s hand and the underside of Tim’s belly, and just the feel of it finished Edward.

He groaned as Tim’s body vibrated from the varying stimuli, his dick pulsing, brain fogging. As he poured into Tim, he vaguely heard his laboring friend give a choked noise. “Ohh!”

Edward sagged against him. It took him a moment to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” he managed.

“T-tension,” Tim groaned.

“Is it your water?”

“I don’t…nghhhhh…s-something else,” he said, his hand sliding through his seed as he clutched the underside of his belly, body trembling, face red, and eyes wide. “I think…oh…f-fuck…” His face poured sweat, as he arched, and to Edward’s complete disbelief, his belly began to push out.

“T-tim—”

“Errrghhhh…” Tim groaned as his belly proceed forward, fattening, inflating before their very eyes as Tim struggled beneath it. It swelled up several inches, before it finally ceased, at which point Tim sagged back, limbs spread, breasts wobbling as he gasped for breath. “You fucking got me pregnant.”

Edward was nonplussed.

“Holy shit,” a voice cut through the silence.

Edward and Tim looked up to see James standing up beside his futon, his dick staining the crotch of his pajama pants.

“James,” Edward choked, completely mortified.

Tim was fidgeting uncomfortably, his eyes squeezed shut. One of his hands had reached back to clutch his plump ass.

“I want in,” said James, flushing.

Edward was so shocked, he was again rendered speechless.

“G-guys, I think my water’s about to break,” Tim gasped out.

Edward snapped out of his reverie. “Shit, he’s gonna spill all over the place.” Tim was literally bursting with amniotic fluid.

This queasy possibility drove Edward and James both into action. They helped heave Tim up on shaking knees, and as Tim desperately clutched at his ass, they dragged the massive young man to the kiddie pool, both breathing hard from the exertion of supporting him. The pool was less than half-filled with water as they eased Tim’s swollen form down inside of it. As Tim sat down, he grunted, and the water level began to rise at a rapid rate. Tim groaned and leaned back, spreading his knees as much as he could manage. The water continued to rise, turning a brownish hue as gallons of fluid spilled over the edge and poured onto the carpet.

James swore, waking several babies, who all began to wail around them in a vicious cacophony. “My parent’s are going to kill me!” he said, before hurrying off to get some towels.

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