Competitive III

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

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Edward watched in amusement as Tim groaned and struggled. He had been trying to give birth for hours yet wasn’t making much progress. If anything, he had only gotten larger. All his amniotic fluid was making him blow up like a balloon.

“Maybe we should call a doctor,” said Edward dryly.

“No…” Tim groaned in protest. He knew that having a doctor called would disqualify him. Instead he shifted positions to an awkward squat, gripping the back of the couch with his fingertips because his belly was just too big for him to properly reach it. He arched and groaned and sobbed a bit, before managing to straighten up, where he leaned back on the wall, his massive belly bulging mostly out of his stretched T-shirt.

Edward stared at the orb. His eyes shifted downwards. “Are you aroused?” He raised his brow at the way Tim’s dick was tenting out his sweatpants and jabbing at the underside of his mound.

Tim’s face went redder, were that even possible. “I’m giving birth!” he groaned, his eyes tearing. He tried to paw for his hard gender, only to fail. “My body’s doing w-weird things.” He panted heavily, leaning harder into the shelf and arching as his belly quavered through a new contraction. A few books fell loose around him.

Edward stared blankly at Tim’s momentous abdomen. Tim looked as though he had a grown man curled inside of him. Edward’s eyes shifted to his own body, his stomach already beginning to swell somewhat, but he knew he had no chance of beating Tim. “I went ass-size to be a competition tier,” he forced out.

“Bullshit!” Tim groaned and whimpered, desperately clutching as his mass. “You can’t just—c-change the rules mid-game.”

“Says who?”

Tim just moaned, rocking gently. “Fuck, this baby is huge,” he grunted as he slid his hand to the underside of his mound.

“It’s all fluid,” Edward argued.

“F-fuck you.” Tim wobbled his way back to the couch, his small body looking like it might topple from the weight of his belly. He plopped himself down and began to kick his sweatpants down to his knees.

“You’re touchy today,” Edward taunted.

“Nrrgggghh…” Tim responded, now blindly digging through the couch cushions with his hands.

The door to the stairs burst open and James hobbled down, looking flushed and sweaty, his clothes covered in dirt. “Guys, you wouldn’t believe this. I found the—is that my sisters dildo!?” His jaw dropped.

“Shut up,” said Tim as he wantonly impaled himself on said dildo. “I just need—to break—my water,” he gasped out.

Edward swallowed. “Always knew you liked it up the ass.”

“Gonna kill you,” Tim promised, tears streaming down his pink face by then. “Nnghhhh, mmggghhmm.” His plump ass jiggled obscenely with the dildo’s vibrations, and he writhed on the couch between the contractions and the stimulation.

James averted his eyes. “Er, I found the scroll.” He held it up.

“What?” said Edward. “I thought you burned it.” He made his way over to James, tits bobbing and ass jiggling.

“It repaired itself somehow,” said James, handing it over to Edward. “Guys, I think we have to return it. We have to go back to South America!”

“That’s ins-sane,” Tim managed, now on all fours, his belly pressing hard against the couch cushions. He seemed he had given up on the dildo, and was now back to panting and groaning.

“James, we’re in no condition to—”

“We have to,” James insisted. He winced and rubbed his hand against his large, low belly. Edward could see that his nipples were beginning to seep through his shirt. “In another few weeks, we’re going to be literally buried in babies.”

“Do you really think it’ll break the curse?” asked Edward.

James nodded.

So that evening they booked three seats back to South America.

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Two days later, Tim still hadn’t managed to give birth, though James had gone into labor and now had four new, healthy, six-pound babies.

James was drained, but still managed to take care of the piles of wailing infants that chronically surrounded them. Edward pulled James aside that evening, and the two eyed Tim as he fidgeted in the kiddie pool they had set up for him in the corner.

“Our flight is in the morning and he still hasn’t popped,” Edward said, absently rubbing the mound of his own gut. He already looked as though he was six months along. “It we wait any longer, I’ll go into labor and he’ll still be shoving out his giant fucking baby.”

“I can hear you!” Tim cried out through a groan. “Fucking asshole.”

James threw Tim a commiserating look. “Have some sympathy,” he whispered to Edward.

Edward rolled his eyes.

James’s own gaze shifted downwards. “Holy shit, are you getting off on this?”

“What? No!” Edward quickly adjusted himself in his shorts.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” Tim moaned as his belly shuddered. He leaned up on the edge of the pool, thighs spread and plump ass quavering. His breasts were round, fat EE-cups, his whole body flushed pink and glistening. His swollen nipples both gave a squirt of milk, and Edward excused himself to the bathroom.

When Edward wasn’t arguing with Tim, or helping James take care of the babies, he had become a caretaker for the laboring young man. He had put Tim on a liquid diet, as that seemed to be the easiest thing for him in his current state. Tim favored syrups, oils, cake batter, and anything with high calories. Over the past few weeks, he seemed to have groomed himself into a state of constant hunger. And so he swelled.