Due II, Part 10

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Summary: Sequel to Due. Fred's visit to Derek in jail leads to a chain of uncomfortable events. Contains: Mpreg, male breast expansion, male butt expansion.

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His parents were in shock. “W-we wanted to surprise you,” his mother stammered.

Holding his lower belly, Fred slowly eased himself down on the living room couch.

He was certainly surprised.

Still flushed, he breathed deeply, and gently rubbed circles on his belly. The group was now seated around the living room, Fred doing his best to stay calm as his belly tensed in short bursts, pressure shooting to his backside. He was so full, he felt like babies might just start popping out.

The triplets were staring up at Fred in awe. Fred was equally awed. They are almost two now, and he hadn’t seen them in some time.

Fred’s father stood. “Fred, what is the meaning of this!?” he demanded.

Fred sucked in a deep breath, then puffed it out. He forced a grin despite the beads of sweat the littered his flushed face. “Mom, dad, I’m—p-pregnant.”

They responded with silence. He supposed it was fairly obvious. One of the triplets crept forward and began to poke at his mass.

The girls were gorgeous, like Derek, with his dark hair and perfect skin. Fred missed them so much, it stirred tension within him. He continued to patiently breathe in and out.

“Whose?” Fred’s mother asked weakly.

Fred looked down, smoothing his apron against his mass. “G-guys—” he stammered.

“Is it Derek’s?” she wanted to know.

Fred felt his face redden more. He pressed his lips and said nothing.

“For the love of god, Fred!” snapped his father.

Fred’s heart pounded.

“What are you doing to yourself?”

Now Fred was lactating, continuing to puff out his long, deep breaths. His mother got up and started fretting over him. She went to his side and started adjusting the pillows at his back.

“Look at him, honey,” she said to her husband. “He looks ready to burst. Is Derek…is Derek making you carry them past term again?” she asked Fred.

Fred shook his head. “No, there’s—m-multiples.”

His mother covered his mouth.

Now his father was pacing. “I thought that bastard was still in jail.”

“He is,” said Fred weakly.

Both his parents paused to stare at him.

“Then how?” said his mother blankly.

His shoulders trembling, Fred covered his face with his hands. “Oh god,” he groaned, his eyes tearing. Don’t make me say it.

Fred’s father’s face flushed in anger. “Conjugal visits? Do you mean to say you did this to yourself!?”

“Mommy?” a small voice broke the tension.

Fred was grateful, and latched on to it. “Violet?” he responded, with a smile. He struggled not to cry.

“Why is your tummy so big?” she gazed up at it, seeming intimidated by the mass.

Fred reached out to her, and she took his hand. He gently guided her to his side so that he could squarely look at her, without impediment. “I guess it’s because I’m…um…growing your brothers and/or sisters in here.”

“Brothers and sisters?” Violent’s eyes lit up.

Fred nodded. “F-five.”

“Five!?” the others all repeated, the triplets in excitement, and Fred’s parents in horror.

“Yes mom, dad, I’m carrying quints,” said Fred. “And I’m entirely happy,” he lied, still fully embarrassed by his predicament. “In fact, Derek and I are t-thrilled.”

“Fred, listen to yourself. You’re defending him now,” said Fred’s mother. “Let me take you to see a therapist.”

Fred shook his head. “Mom, he’s not that bad anymore. He might even qualify for early release!” As Fred said this, his belly trembled, and he clutched it, reddening, breathing in and out. “Oh god…not now…” he grunted, pressure shooting to his swollen bottom. He wasn’t at term, but he feared he couldn’t contain them much longer.

Mrs. Mathers covered her mouth, and the room fell silent, everyone watching and waiting as Fred’s body slowly calmed down.

“We’re stressing you out,” said Fred’s mother tearfully. “We should go.”

Fred nodded. “I think that may be for the best.”

His parents stood, and began to gather up the girls.

“Bye mommy.” The triplets waved.

Fred smiled and nodded back, and offered them his love. He waited until all five of his family members had walked out, the door closed securely behind them, before he brought his face to his hands and allowed himself to bawl.

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Fred was acutely aware of the fact that he was in no condition to take care of his girls. It gave him all the more incentive to get through this pregnancy. Get it over with. Carry the babies to term, birth them healthily, and put this behind him so that he and his children could move on.

“I’m getting close,” Fred alluded on the speaker phone as he absently rubbed his bottom.

Derek scoffed back. “You’re not even at term.” He almost sounded offended.

“Derek!” Fred snapped, but then he halted his next words. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down, now rubbing circles on his abdomen. “Look Derek, my doctors say they’re strong. Strong enough for an early delivery. I know you want to see me before I give birth, but—”

“One more week,” said Derek.

Fred blinked.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Derek continued nonchalantly. “But I’m getting out soon. I want to be there for you, Fred. I want to do things right this time.”

Fred almost believed him.

“What harm is another week, Fred?”

Fred stared off. “Fine.” He whispered.

There was a moment of silence between them, but Fred could hear the pleasure in Derek’s next words: “How are you?”

Fred knew what that meant. Derek wanted some form of description. Like the surveillance wasn’t enough. Fred looked down at himself. He was presently leaning his hands on the kitchen counter, his back straining and demanding that he take a seat. But Fred’s casserole in the oven was almost done, and he couldn’t handle the idea of settling down just to heave his massive body up again. “I feel like my belly’s bigger than I am,” Fred managed. “It’s like a fucking bolder, Derek. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be mobile.”

“One week,” Derek reassured him, the pleasure in his voice only seeming to grow.

Fred nodded, trying to ignore his massive, heaving ball of a mound, how it was wider than he was, and bulging out before him by more than two feet. Fred thanked the gods real and imaginary when the oven timer went off.

“You’re cooking?” Derek sounded amused.

“Just to…keep…occupied,” Fred strained as he waddled to the oven.

“You always knew how I liked them—barefoot and pregnant.”

Fred blushed.

“My perfect little housewife. Cleaning, cooking, keeping up with the chores.”

“Just to keep occupied,” Fred reiterated, though he wasn’t sure if it was true. He was pregnant to bursting and straining himself over casserole. He vaguely wondered what had gone wrong.

“Time’s up,” Derek muttered. “Soon, love.” Fred’s heart clenched, and Derek hung up.

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It was a long and terrible week for Fred. He had hit his due date, and he felt on edge. Every time the phone or doorbell rang, his belly surged with tension and the babies squirmed for release. But interestingly, he did not go into labor. Instead, he tightened and swelled, and continued to anticipate Derek, but he did not arrive. On the eighth day, Fred answered the phone, and he was truly relieved by who it was.

“Fred.” Derek’s voice was cool as ever.

“Derek!” Fred’s face flushed, but he tried to remain calm. “Where…are you?” he forced out. “You said—you said a week. Hahhh…hahhhh…” He panted.

“Don’t get too worked up,” said Derek indifferently. “There was a slight…set-back. It’s going to be another seven days.”

“Seven days!?” Fred clamped his jaw, feeling his bottom swell. “Fred these are quints. My body can’t carry them any l-longer. I’m either going to drop or burst—either or.” The wriggled and he contained a moan.

“I know, love, but I need you to just hold out just a little longer. I know you have it in you.”

There was that word again. Love. Fred’s cheeks burned. “This is ridiculous,” he gasped.

“Fred—”

But Fred didn’t want to hear anymore of it. He hung up the phone, leaned back, and groaned.

His belly was a massive, heaving ball, perched in his lap, pushing up against the dripping DDD-cups on his chest. Fred’s entire body was soaked in sweat. He ran his hands through his hair, just trying to catch his breath. His phone started ringing again, and Fred lifted it to his face. It was the hospital. Reluctantly, he pressed Accept. “H-hello?”

“Fred? Is this Fred Mathers?”

“Yes.”

“Fred, this is your OBGYN. You missed your appointment, and I’m getting concerned.”

Fred’s breasts were throbbing. “I decided to wait a bit longer—”

“Fred,” said the doctor in disapproval. “You are past due with quints. Large quints. Your body cannot support them any longer. In fact, I advised you to deliver weeks ago.”

“I know, doctor, I’m j-just not ready.”

“I know you’re anxious, Fred,” the doctor continued. “It’s natural. You’re a single parent after all. But your body may be on the brink of collapse. I would recommend an emergency C-section.”

Fred swallowed.

“Think of the babies.”

“But I…” Fred trailed off. He tried to remember what was important. “Can you put me in for Friday?” he said weakly.

The doctor agreed.

Friday was five days from then. That gave Fred ample time to speak to Derek, and apologize. For all he knew, Derek was just stringing him along, hoping to get him stuffed to the point of crying—like last time. Fred wasn’t willing to go through with that again.

By Friday, Fred could barely feel his legs beneath him. He staggered, and wondered if it would have been smart to request an aide. He heard a car horn outside, and made his way to the door with his throbbing mass, walking slowly, until he could see his cab through the window. He reached for his jacket, jittery. His hips ached and his back throbbed.

To Fred’s surprise, the rear door opened, and a man stepped out of the car.

Derek.

Fred stared at him in shock. He opened the door, feeling on the brink of collapse, when Derek hurried over to him, supported him, and rubbed his hands all over his baby-mound.

“I’m so glad I made it,” Derek smirked, and kissed him. Fred felt in a state of bliss.

Then Derek wrapped his arm around Fred’s waist and began to help him back into the house. In the meantime, the cab sped off.

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