That's What Friends Are For

Yay! Surprise collaboration with @Bigmpregnm! I've been a big fan of their work and we finally decided to work on something together! It's been such a fun process and I'm happy to report we're well on our way to completion! Not only that, @Bigmpregnm is going to do a drawing of our characters! I'm so excited! Let me know what you think! 

That's What Friends Are For

By

Brimmingbelly04 &

Bigmpregnm

Part One

"Ooof!" Marcus grunted as the front of his belly pressed hard against the bottom of the steering wheel. The driver's seat of his Tahoe was already all the way back and he still barely fit.

The bump caused his bump to come to life. All three of his nieces and/or nephews (he didn't know what he was carrying) lulled about, causing him to groan in discomfort. Not that it'd ever been too comfortable, but now that they were ten days overdue, anytime they moved (as much as they still could) it was pretty intense.

"Why won't you guys come out?" He asked as he looked down at his swell. "Your mom and dad really wanna meet you, and I really don't want you inside me anymore!" He informed with a huff as he started his truck and put it in reverse mindfully, so as not to elbow himself in the belly in the process.

Despite his care, the baby located at the top of his swell chose then to really stretch, one of its feet nailing him right in the lungs. Marcus groaned and grimaced as he saw the disturbingly clear outline of the appendage through his tight tank top. He swore had the baby pushed any harder, it would've broken right through his skin!

"OK, OK… I wanna meet you too!" He assured them and their siblings/wombmates as he put the truck in drive. He hoped his added niciety would help, but it didn't.

Nothing Marcus had done since going overdue had. Much like their mother could often be, his sister's triplets were stubborn. It was because of his bossy, older sister, Cynthia, he was still pregnant… Despite his protests, she insisted her babies would come when they were ready, and therefore refused to let him get induced, leaving Marcus, the good brother he was, with no choice but to keep impatiently waiting while he just kept on growing.

According to the research he'd done, spicy food was supposed to help move things along, so for almost the last two weeks, he made sure everything he ate (and he ate a lot) was spiced. Marcus doused any and everything (already spicy or not) with the hottest of hot sauces, even if the combination didn't make sense or taste good. Despite his valiant, heartburn-inducing efforts, so far, no dice.

Exercising was supposed to help as well, so even though he didn't feel like going, Marcus had gone to the gym every day following his due date. The gym used to be one of his favorite places but recently, not so much… Still, he stayed till he felt like he was about to pass out (which really said something,) and still, the triplets didn't seem to want to budge.

"Your mom really owes me for doing this…" Marcus griped as he drove.

As much as Cynthia really did, he'd never say so. She and her husband, Mike, had been trying to have a baby for years, but a pregnancy just wouldn't take. Cynthia had been to countless doctors and spent tons of money trying to conceive, but no one could make it happen. Both she and Mike were fertile so that wasn't the issue; it was something else no one could seem to figure out.

Eventually, they decided Mike would carry but when they stopped and thought about it, even though he physically could, he couldn't… Because his job was so physical, if he got pregnant, he'd have to take leave, which they couldn't afford after having spent so much on failed fertility treatments and procedures. Enter Marcus…

Cynthia begged her younger brother to be their surrogate. To say the request came at a surprise was an understatement, so Marcus was understandably hesitant to agree… He was twenty-seven, recently out of a relationship but looking for another, and in the best shape of his life. He had everything going for him so now wasn't the time (not that there ever really would be) but eventually, he agreed, unable to say no to his desperate sister.

Before he knew it, Marcus was at the doctor's office with his legs up in the stirrups for the first of what would go on to be many times, getting artificially inseminated. Because they were running low on funds, Cynthia and Mike decided to use the last fertilized embryos they had. All three were implanted in Marcus with the hope that one or two would take. The doctor assured everyone (most especially Marcus) that twins or more were highly unlikely. Highly unlikely, but obviously, still possible…

Marcus freaked out a few weeks later when the doctor told him, Cynthia and Mike the "good news." His sister and brother-in-law freaked out too, but in a more happy and excited manner. Not only were "they" finally pregnant, they were going to have triplets! As he looked from the monitor down past his massive pecs, to his rippling abdominals, Marcus groaned…

Not long after breaking up with his girlfriend of two years, he realized he'd let himself go a bit during the relationship. Still, Marcus was in better shape than most guys could've ever hoped to be in, but with a lot of time freed up, he started hitting the gym again with a vengeance. In short order, he not only got his six pack back, he got it more cut and defined than before. Marcus also added more muscular bulk everywhere, making him look like a 6'3" tall Adonis.

His big muscles, tiny waist, killer smile, blonde hair and green eyes were a stellar combination. Marcus got compliments and flirty looks all the time from girls and guys, all of which he appreciated. Not only did he love showing his amazing body off every chance he got, he loved comparing himself to other guys. Cocky and confident as he was (or had been,) Marcus was at least kind enough to keep his critiques of others (good or bad) to himself.

All that being said, as soon as he found out he was pregnant with triplets, he worried what that would do to his fine-tuned form? Being such a big guy, he knew he'd be able to handle a large pregnancy, but he didn't know at what cost? Yes, Marcus was big, but so was Mike… Whatever happened, it wasn't like he could take his "yes" back. The damage was done, or more accurately, probably, unfortunately on its way…

Earlier that morning, following a massive, spicy breakfast, he'd "waddled in" to his friend, Gavin at the gym as they both finished their workouts. They'd been going to the same gym for years but hadn't connected till they were both obviously pregnant and Gavin struck up conversation. As soon as he became one, Marcus seemed to meet or at least see other pregnant guys everywhere he went, but Gavin was the first and only he'd gotten close to, which probably had something to do with the fact they were each expecting more than one…

A few inches shorter, a few years older, and previously, more than a few pounds lighter than Marcus, thirty year old Gavin was expecting twins. Big identical boys, now weighing in at some 12 lbs apiece, "fathered" by his ex boyfriend, who'd peaced out on him as soon as Gavin told him he was doubly knocked up and wanted to keep it that way. Like Marcus, he was also overdue, having surpassed his due date by twelve days.

Like Cynthia, Gavin was against being induced, if it involved his doctor and drugs… He too wanted his babies to come when they were ready, but he'd reached the point when enough was enough. Gavin wanted to hold the twins in his arms rather than his gargantuan belly, so he wasn't against trying to get them there "sooner" via more natural means. Not only did he not have a problem with it, he had a plan. A plan that involved his also overly (and over being) pregnant friend, Marcus…

As they lumbered back to the locker room side by side, each cradling their bellies, attracting stares and repeated glances from everyone they passed, Gavin casually asked the even more pregnant hunk next to him if he had any plans for the weekend? The question was pretty pointless since their shared condition didn't allow them to do much of anything other than what they absolutely had to anymore. They laughed more as they entered the locker room, earning themselves more attention still and sending the guys inside scurrying out of their ways as if they thought their condition might be contagious.

Following some mutual grumbling about how over being pregnant they each were, Gavin enacted his plan and invited Marcus over. He knew it was going to work… He also knew the younger, more pregnant man's predicament thanks to his sister, so he explained the invite by saying not only could they continue to commiserate as only the other would understand, but that they could also spend the weekend (but "ideally" not that long, he made sure to stress,) trying various natural methods to finally induce their labors.

Since all he could think/dream about anymore was no longer being pregnant, that sounded like absolute music to Marcus' ears and he readily agreed. He might not have (back at the time, anyway) had he known just how "natural" Gavin planned on taking things…

But since he didn't, Marcus was at the light, waiting to turn into Gavin's neighborhood. It was only a short distance from his own, but it was very different. Marcus lived in a one bedroom apartment in a fancy high-rise, which wouldn't have suited him had he been keeping the babies, but since they belonged to Cynthia and Mike, it was fine.

Less than a year ago, Gavin's more family-centric neighborhood hadn't exactly suited him, but it would soon, its large yards and homes a perfect place to raise a young family. Marcus wanted to live somewhere like this someday, after he found the right girl and knocked her up, but not yet… What he wanted now was to get his nieces/nephews the hell out of him and then really get back to the gym so he could hopefully get back in shape and resume his paused search for a partner.

"Nice place…" he said to himself as he pulled into Gavin's driveway.

As he put the Tahoe in park, the triplets moved again, causing Marcus to groan and his pierced nipples to throb. This had been happening more over the course of the last month, but he still wasn't used to it. What Marcus had gotten used to was his sister's babies not moving as much as they used to, simply because they didn't have the space. Still, each and every movement and stretch, stretched Marcus' patience, pain tolerance and the limits of his skin.

Marcus looked down and saw a hand pressing out against the left side of his belly. "Easy there…" he cautioned the offender. "Unlike all his clothes now, Uncle Marcus isn't made of latex," he said as he pulled his tank top up to under his chest revealing his giant, round belly in all its glory right there in Gavin's driveway.

Sometimes, he still couldn't believe that not only had he gotten pregnant, but he'd gotten to this point. The days when the tops he wore were tight and bulging just because of his muscles, seemed like forever ago. Marcus couldn't help but worry and wonder again if they'd return?

As he willed himself to get out of the truck, he rolled his tank back down. Marcus let out a disappointed but unsurprised sigh when it reached as far as it could as several inches of his pregnancy were still exposed. The hem of the tank was stretched tight just above his decimated navel, the former outtie now just a tiny dark mark on his incredibly taut flesh. Marcus' belly button had been put under so much pressure it had flattened out and all but disappeared.

Big as Marcus and his muscles were, it took all of them to get him back on his feet. As soon as he was standing, his back ached so his right hand went straight for it, pushing his belly out even further and causing his tank top to ride up some more. It hiked up even further after he grabbed his weekend/hospital bag from the backseat.

"And this is my biggest tank…" he grumbled as he pointlessly tugged at it again. "It was the biggest one in the damn store!"

As he waddled up the walkway, Marcus' feet and hips join his back in reminding him he's too damn pregnant. Whatever Gavin had in mind to induce them better work because even with all his muscles and strength, his overdue, overgrown triplet load is just too much to handle anymore. Marcus groaned again as he looked beyond his bloated pecs and belly and saw what he'd come to hate the most: stairs. There were only three of them leading up to Gavin's door, but that was three too many.

"Wonderful…" he grunted as he reached for the handrail with his left hand, right still bracing his sore and strained lower back.

Even though he worked out all the time, the three stairs and the short waddle from his truck were enough to get Marcus lightly panting and sweating by the time he reached the door. Before he knocked, he gave himself a few seconds to try and catch his breath, his massive pecs heaving up and down, nipples rubbing against the inside of his tank. Once he'd evened his breathing out as much as he could, Marcus took his hand from his back to knock on the door but before he did, it opened inward.

"Finally!" Gavin smiled up at him. His facial expression was the fourth thing Marcus noticed, following quickly taking in his entirely bare belly and barely contained in a sports bra, breasts. "You really need to work on your time management skills… Late giving birth and late for our little experiment!" He teased as he adjusted his grip on the two jars of peppers he was holding against his belly, right in front of his boobs.

"How the hell are you so chipper?" Marcus grumbled as he lumbered inside and dropped his bag by the door once Gavin had stepped back to give him room.

Even though he was carrying one less baby, his friend's belly was still big. Gavin's twins were each expected to weigh 12 lbs, so he was only carrying a few less pounds of baby than Marcus. He was just as ready and eager to give birth as his bigger, buffer friend, yet his attitude remained remarkably positive.

"How aren't you? We're finally gonna get ourselves to go into labor!" Gavin grinned and shrugged as he turned and waddled off.

"Speaking of and being late, you're even more late than me!" Marcus pointed out as he followed Gavin inside. "Nice place, by the way," he complimented as he looked around, trying to look anywhere but at his twin-filled friend since he was so scantily clad, which Marcus found… oddly intriguing.

"Whatever and thanks!" Gavin laughed as they entered the kitchen and he set the peppers down on the table.

As he did, his chest heaved, his big, thick nipples poking extra hard at the cups struggling to contain the milk-filled mounds they capped. Marcus wasn't doing a very good job not looking…

Usually full of it (when he wasn't full to bursting with babies,) he was currently lacking confidence. Gavin was full of it though, blatantly showing off his bloated body. It wasn't like Marcus' ill-fitting tank top was doing even an adequate job masking his own pregnant form, but he couldn't imagine parading around even just in front of his friend, in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of very tiny shorts.

"Spicy stuff doesn't work," he shook his head as he eyed the peppers. "Believe me, I've tried…"

"You told me this morning," Gavin reminded him. "But you haven't tried these…" he gestured at the jars, making his boobs bobble some more.

"No, but…"

"This is just the first part of my, I mean our plan…" Gavin said as he waddled towards the pantry. "Take a seat."

"Gladly," his friend sighed as he slowly and awkwardly eased himself down onto the chair he'd just pulled out. Of course, he now had to sit with the table to his side. "How many steps does this plan of ours include?" Marcus asked as he tried to get comfortable. Unsurprisingly, he couldn't.

"A few," Gavin said as he carefully exited the pantry, arms loaded with more jars of peppers. Several more.

"Can you be more specific?" Marcus requested as he reached out and slowly took two at a time and set them on the table till Gavin's hands and arms were free.

"Well there could be no more if these do the trick…" Gavin nodded at the jars of peppers covering the table as he waddled around it to take a seat across from his friend. "People swore by them online," he said as he eased himself down, also to the side. "They're Moruga Scorpions."

"Never heard of 'em," Marcus frowned as he grabbed a jar and opened it effortlessly.

"Neither had I till today. They're from Trinidad, the people there swear by them."

"And if they don't work?" He asked, raising his brows.

"Then we move onto the next step!" Gavin smirked from across the table.

"Which…" Marcus began to ask.

"Might not be necessary!" His twin-filled friend cut him off as he reached for a jar of his own. "Now be careful…" he warned as he worked harder than Marcus had to open it. "They're supposed to be really hot!"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," Marcus replied with a roll of his eyes as he reached into his jar and pulled out a small pepper.

He stuck the whole thing in his mouth and started to chew. As soon as he broke the pepper open, Marcus turned as bright red as one of them.

"Fine, huh?" Gavin chuckled, watching his triplet-filled friend's handsome face change shades again as he started to cough. "Lemme, ooof!" He grunted as he pushed himself to standing, bare belly first. "Get you some… milk!" He huffed as he tottered towards the fridge.

When he returned to the table a minute later with a full glass, the still coughing Marcus, who looked like he was on fire, also looked reluctant. His squinting, red, tear-filled eyes honed in on Gavin's breasts.

"Ohmygod…" Gavin groaned as he threw his head back and shook it. "It's not my milk! It's from the store!" He laughed.

Marcus didn't really think his friend was going to give him a glass of his breastmilk, just enough to hesitate. As soon as he had confirmation the milk was from a cow, he reached out and grabbed it, still coughing.

"More!" He raspily demanded three seconds later after downing the whole thing. "Please…" he nodded repeatedly before coughing some more.

Gavin chuckled and shook his head as he waddled back over to the fridge. "Guess it was a good idea to grab two gallons…" he said as he grabbed both of them and then a glass for himself before returning to his seat.

Marcus didn't bother with his glass anymore. As soon as Gavin set his gallon down on the table, he grabbed it, yanked off the cap and took a huge gulp straight from the jug. Instead of setting it back down when he finished, he transferred it to his left hand as his right reached back into the jar for another pepper, which he chewed and swallowed as fast as he could before replacing it with another.

And another and another… Five minutes and just over half a gallon of creamy whole milk later, Marcus had eaten every single pepper in the first jar, including each and every stem and seed. He could only imagine how bad his heartburn was going to get as his tongue, mouth as a whole, and throat were all on absolute fire, but he still pushed the emptied jar aside and reached for the second.

One entire jar down the burning hatch and nothing yet. Had he been able to speak Marcus would've asked Gavin if any of the overdue Trinidadians who swore by the disgustingly hot Morgan Scorpions, happened to mention how many they had to eat before they did the trick?

Back on his side of the table, Gavin was taking things a lot slower… He accompanied every small bite of ridiculously hot pepper he took with a correspondingly sized sip of milk from his glass.

'Slow and steady…' he reminded himself as he reached for a napkin to wipe at the sweat that'd formed on his brow.

Before getting pregnant, Gavin hadn't been a fan of spicy food. He and his twins really weren't now, so this was torture.  Being so pregnant had come to be as well though, so it was all a bit relative.

He wasn't going to tell Marcus, but he'd been slightly "generous" with his comments on the efficacy of the demon peppers… If they worked, Gavin would not only be surprised, but also (more than) kind of disappointed. Yes, mission accomplished (or finally on its way to being,) but too soon. As much as he wanted to finally go into labor, deliver and officially meet his very big twins, what Gavin really wanted/hoped was to get a few more steps into he and Marcus' labor-inducing plan.

Back on the other side of the table, his triplet-filled friend was still going to town… Marcus was really powering through the peppers, present working on his third jar of them, popping them into his mouth one right after another, like they were candy. As the now profusely sweating, still red but no longer coughing man finished his gallon of milk, Gavin could only imagine the pain Marcus had to be in, but it was obvious he was determined to get his nieces/nephews out.

He wondered how determined his friend would remain if the peppers (hopefully) didn't work? Gavin also wondered now if the two gallons of whole milk were going to be enough? He soon got his answer when without asking, Marcus' long, muscular arm reached across the table and grabbed his.

Back while he'd been working on jar four, Marcus had pulled his tank top up under his pecs in a vain attempt to cool off. By the time he finished off a total of six jars of peppers and two gallons of milk, his belly felt like it was about to blow, skin covering it hot and sweaty to the touch and tight as a drum. Marcus let out a low and long groan as he rubbed his warm, damp bulging flanks, trying his best to ignore all the (additional) agony and discomfort he was now experiencing, including his lips, mouth, esophagus and stomach all burning like hell and his midsection as a whole feeling like it was really about to burst.

"It. Didn't. Work…" he slowly said, disappointedly punctuating each word.

"Not yet…" Gavin conceded with a shake of his head as he pushed his unfinished second jar away from him, just as eager to move on from the peppers even though he'd consumed less than a third as many as Marcus had. "But it should soon, for you anyway, considering you just ate the equivalent of Hell!"

Marcus frowned and groaned again. He wasn't so sure the peppers were going to work "soon" seeing as they hadn't already. He looked from the six jars he'd dementedly emptied to Gavin's less than two, and shook his head as he continued to gently rub his belly.

"My… mouth is… ooof! On fire!" He grunted as he slowly stood, grimacing as he got back onto his feet.

They'd enjoyed the break, but the rest of him hadn't… In Marcus' current state, being in one position for more than five minutes caused (additional) discomfort, which was presently centered around his hips.

"Got any… more milk?" He asked as he lumbered towards the fridge, bracing his over-packed belly to keep it from swaying.

"You drank it all!" Gavin replied with an incredulous laugh.

"Ugh…" Marcus groaned as he made a wide turn and headed for the living room. He didn't necessarily want to sit again, but Gavin's couch looked very inviting.

After hoisting himself back onto his feet and bracing his hands on his lower back, Gavin turned and followed. "Don't sit!"

"Why not?" Marcus grumbled.

"'Cause you'll have to get right back up again to do our next activity!"

"Activity?" He groaned as he came to a ponderous stop, still eyeing the couch and debating whether to disobey and sit, but then he thought about getting back up.

"Uh huh!" Gavin nodded and smiled up to him as he saddled up next to Marcus, his twin-filled belly facing the left side of his triplet-filled one. "We're gonna go for a nice walk!"

"A walk?!" Marcus huffed. "There's no way!"

"Come on now…" Gavin huffed right back, rolling his eyes. "Don't tell me a big, strong jock like you, doesn't have it in him!"

"At the moment, I don't!" Marcus huffed again. "What I have are three huge, overdue babies and WAY TOO MANY peppers and TOO MUCH milk!"

"No one told you to eat that many or drink that much…" his "friend" couldn't help but point out with a chuckle.

"Shut up…" he grumbled as he cradled his swell.

If anyone knew how Marcus felt, it was Gavin, but he remained undeterred. "There's a nice park just a few blocks away, where…"

"A few blocks?!"

"Yes, a few blocks…" he replied with a slow series of nods. "Don't worry… I won't make you race me there!" He laughed again. "We can take our time. Then, when we get there, we can do some squats!"

"Squats?!" Marcus balked. "You gotta be kidding me, dude?! If I even make it to the park, there's no way I'm gonna have the strength or energy to do fucking squats! Look at me, Gavin!"

"I can't not!" Gavin winked, laughed and smiled as he went back to staring at his gravid friend. He knows its wrong, but he just can't get over how fucking hot Marcus looks all hugely muscular and pregnant, not to mention all vulnerable and annoyed.

So even though he feels like a beached whale, almost totally incapable of doing anything at the moment, he still begrudgingly agrees to haul his planet-sized pregnancy back outside and head to the park.

"You know… You might have to… call an ambulance or an… Uber to get me… back here," Marcus said as he followed Gavin out of the house. He's only half kidding…

With Gavin's help, the three stairs out front are slightly easier to get down. Marcus still doesn't know how his friend deals with stairs on the daily… He avoids them like the plague and is usually successful since his building has an elevator. Gavin's big (in a pregnancy-related way) but he's not as big as Marcus, so at least he has that going for him…

By the time they waddle to the end of the driveway, Marcus is already regretting his participation in this latest "activity," and the park is still blocks away. As he and Gavin slowly make their way down the sidewalk, more than taking up its entire width, he curses the good weather… All of his slightly less pregnant friend's neighbors are outside too.

Whatever they're doing: washing their cars, mowing their lawns, getting the mail, walking their dogs, or playing with their kids, they all come to a complete stop when they see the pregnant pair, and stare at them in disbelief. Most of them are used to seeing Gavin out for a waddle, but they're not used to seeing so much of him, or in the company of someone even bigger and more pregnant!

Literally, everyone stares, all their eyes going wide as they try to take everything they're seeing in and between Marcus and Gavin, there's a lot! Marcus was used to being stared at and used to not mind it, but not now. At least he has Gavin there waddling along beside him, his outfit leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination, though his own wasn't doing much better…

More than a third of his pregnancy is exposed for everyone to see and his tank top was really working overtime to contain his massive pecs and enlarged, pierced nipples. Marcus' shorts aren't as tiny as Gavin's but they too were taxed trying to keep his big, muscled ass covered… At least in front, the exposed portion of his biggest bulge helped cover his crotch. Somewhat, at least… If anyone bothered to look down there, they'd easily be able to see how much he was packing.

If he didn't know that doing so would get his overly pregnant ass smacked and then chewed out, Marcus would've turned around and headed back for Gavin's house, but at least he had his friend there to take away some of the attention… Gavin was the only person Marcus didn't feel ridiculously pregnant around, but still…

As they waddled along, Marcus looked over at his friend. Gavin was shorter than him and smaller in all departments but by any standards, he too had grown to be huge. Gavin's chest was almost as big as his own, but in a very different way… His pecs weren't pecs anymore, they were boobs, softer and rounder.

Gavin had referred to his chest during previous conversations as boobs, tits or breasts without embarrassment. In fact, he told Marcus he liked the way his chest was now 'cause it made him feel sexy… Marcus couldn't deny, even though he was straight, his friend's "rack" was pretty hot, indeed. Almost whenever he saw him, Gavin's thick nipples were erect, including presently, everyone staring (himself included,) clearly able to see them through his straining sports bra, which was creating some seriously deep and delicious looking cleavage…

Then there was Gavin's twin-filled belly, all out on display. There was no doubt whether or not he was proud of his bulge, as he should be… Gavin's belly was incredibly smooth and round, despite being so tightly stretched, which Marcus couldn't deny looked good. Even his friend's bulging, popped out navel looked… good?

Gavin's pride in and fondness of his pregnancy likely had a good deal to do with the facts he for whatever reason, really just seemed to enjoy being pregnant and that he was rightfully, already attached to the babies inside it. Yes, Marcus already loved his nieces/nephews, but the connection wasn't the same… They weren't his children. He told himself that's why people just stared and gawked at him versus smiling at Gavin after they'd done the same to him. Gavin was a proud mama, Marcus, not so much…

His friend's big ass also called much attention to him. Marcus' was bigger, making his shorts look like they were struggling to contain two slightly deflated basketballs, but Gavin's was juicy, and therefore jiggled almost hypnotically with every step he took. Because it didn't have as much muscle mass as Marcus', Gavin's ass was softer, more supple, and definitely heavier looking, more feminine too… Marcus couldn't deny, pregnant guy or not, that his friend had a nicer ass than a lot of the girls he'd been with, or, wished he had.

Gavin deserved attention higher up as well… He kept his very dark brown, wavy hair short on the sides and longer on the top, giving him a cool and casual, if not slightly disheveled look. He had the bluest eyes Marcus had ever seen, the right accentuated with a surprisingly tasteful and fitting eyebrow piercing. Gavin also had the perfect smile, when combined with everything else (twin pregnancy and all its accouterments aside) had him looking better than most guys Marcus knew. His thick-framed glasses and the slight layer of chub the pregnancy had added to his face, made him look extra cute and in an unexpected way, sexy..?

Assessing Gavin took Marcus' mind off his waddle. Before he knew it, they'd reached the park. He was embarrassingly out of breath when they arrived, but probably would've been even more so had he not had something so… whatever Gavin was, to focus on.

The park was very nice and large. As such, as soon as he came out of his "friend" assessing reverie, Marcus couldn't say he was too surprised to see more people staring at him and Gavin. As soon as his unexpected train of thought had been broken, he noticed the stares they were still getting and how much his back, feet and hips were all screaming at him, Marcus was ready to go home.

"Can we… go back… now?" He asked. "My back is killing me! Hell… everything is!" He grimaced as he rubbed his belly with his left hand, his aching spine with his right.

"Not yet," Gavin shook his head as he smiled up at him. "Don't worry, you'll be fine!"

"I am not fine!"

'Oh hell yes, you are!' Gavin thought to himself as he kept waddling and led them away from the park's crowded entrance.

"Where are we… going?!" Marcus huffed as he looked around for a place to sit. "I need… a break!"

"No, you don't," Gavin shook his head as he led them off the path and onto the grass, slowly heading for a small grove of towering trees that would not only give them some shade and privacy, but some also much needed support.

As soon as he saw where they were headed, Marcus groaned. "Yeah!" He huffed. "Any of those trees could support me, but I am not doing fucking squats!" He shook his head.

"Oh yes, you are!" Gavin disagreed with a chuckle as he reached out for the nearest trunk and braced himself on it as he turned around. "Now quit your bitching and watch me…" he said as he placed his hands on his hips and then took in a deep breath.

As he slowly and evenly released it through his nose, he lowered himself into a deep squat before popping up again with surprising speed and seemingly, lack of effort, making his breasts bounce.

"How the hell did you…" Marcus began to ask.

"Squats help your hips engage and stretch," Gavin explained as now that he was fully vertical, he slowly circled his hips a few times. "Now you try!" He smiled and nodded.

Marcus just stared at him and blinked. "You're kidding, right?! How the hell did you even do that?!"

"Do what..?" Gavin asked with a shrug as he went into a deep squat again and then popped right back up. "You mean that?"

"Yes, that!" Marcus huffed. "You… I…" he started before catching movement out of the corner of his right eye and noticing that the people closest to him and Gavin were shocker, staring at them. "Ugh… And with an audience?!" He groaned.

"Audience or not, it's really not that hard," Gavin insisted with a shake of his head and a smile. "If I can do it, you can!"

Marcus blushes. Gavin was right… Big and overly pregnant as the both of them were, if his twin-carrying, less physically fit friend could do it, so could he. His big, straight, muscle-man ego took over and told him he could do four squats back to back, compared to the two Gavin had performed between breaks. His body was going to have to perform a task way harder than squatting sometime soon (hopefully,) and three times at that! All that said, Marcus still wasn't happy…

"Cynthia and I will kill you if I fall…" he only half-teasingly threatened as he waddled over to the other closest tree, turned around in front of it and spread his legs wide before placing his hands on his hips just as Gavin had.

"You'll be fine, big guy!" His friend winked at him. "I'll do one with…"

"Please don't…"Marcus groaned, his machismo telling him that would mean he'd have to do six squats to really show Gavin up.

"I don't mind!" The twin-filled man shrugged and smiled, causing Marcus to groan and roll his eyes again.

"On the count of three…" Gavin nodded at him. With a roll of his eyes, his friend begrudgingly nodded back. "One, two…"

Immediately following his count of "three," as they both dropped into a squat (Gavin more fluidly than Marcus,) there was a very loud rip. As the underside of his massive middle touched the grass, everyone close enough who wasn't already looking at them, turned towards the pregnant men to see what they'd just heard. For a few seconds, Marcus didn't know what'd just happened..?

For the briefest of moments, he thought his belly had ripped open, finally succumbing to all the pressure and strain, but of course not. What'd happened was much worse, to him, anyway…

His shorts had ripped. Not ripped, actually… They'd been blown apart, only the waistband remaining intact, and just barely. They simply hadn't been able to contain Marcus' huge ass and thighs as he stupidly squatted. The triplet-carrying man's face quickly went bright red, like he was eating more peppers, as he felt plentiful fresh air blowing across his ass cheeks, grass tickling the underside of them he'd squatted so deeply.

Gavin fought hard not to burst out laughing as he watched his friend freeze in place, eyes bulging in shock almost as much as his pecs and belly were from muscle, milk (cow and breast), peppers and of course, babies. The next few seconds seemed to last an eternity as Marcus tried to figure out what the hell to do now?!

He almost hadn't bothered putting on underwear since it was just another chore and hardly any pairs he had fit him anymore, but fortunately, he'd found a jockstrap that did and forced himself to put it on. It really didn't fit either, but it came the closest out of his options and now, at least provided some coverage, but only in the front…

Marcus' big, muscular ass was now out in the open. Fortunately, his second biggest globes were aimed at the tree, meaning no one had gotten a good look yet, but they would as soon as he moved, if he even could! Thankfully, Marcus' tank top held, but that still left him now more than half naked, suddenly taking the throne from Gavin as the park's most scantily clad, ridiculously pregnant man!

Quick as he could, the mortified triplet-carrying hunk sent up a silent prayer that his jockstrap would hold as it too was under a lot of strain, especially now… People seeing his ass was one thing, they looked at it all the time when it was fully covered anyway, but while a lot of people eyed his crotch too, not many got to see it in all its glory! Even if his jock held, they'd now come close…

As soon as he went through puberty, Marcus' balls had been big. Now, after several months without any action, coupled with all the hormones flooding his bloated body, they were huge, the sides of the fat and heavy orbs already bulging out the sides of the jock's pouch. Marcus couldn't help but shudder and moan slightly when the breeze hit his bull balls… It felt undeniably nice after they hadn't seen the light of day or been touched by anything other than himself in longer than he cared to admit, but now was NOT the time to relax and enjoy, it was time to panic!

Gavin still squatting there in front of his tree, just staring, Marcus tries to stand up. As he does, he reminds himself he used to easily be able to do squats for hours on end, but it doesn't help… Now, he can't even finish one!

He grunted and groaned as he tried again, but his belly was literally pinning him to the ground. As much as he wanted to run away in shape, he couldn't even get up! Finally, Gavin raised himself with enviable ease (though to be fair, he did grunt and groan,) waddled over and offered the angry and embarrassed, still squatting man a hand. Then another…

Even with both of them working together and breaking a sweat, it took a few attempts, and a lot of grunting, groaning, panting and more sweating before they got Marcus back to standing. As soon as he was vertical, the overly triplet-filled hunk backed up against "his" tree, its bark tickling his mostly bare ass.

"If you and I weren't… pregnant, I swear to… God I'd kill you!" He breathlessly seethed at Gavin through tightly clenched teeth. "What the hell am I… supposed to do now?!" He whisper-yelled as he looked around and worked his hand under and around his belly to his crotch, where he worked frantically to adjust his jockstrap so his package also didn't end up bursting out.

After taking a couple cautious, ponderous steps back to "better assess the situation," aka, ogle his sexy, now nearly naked friend, Gavin once again found himself fighting not to laugh as he cupped and rubbed his belly. He knew Marcus had to be mortified and pissed, but this was fucking incredible!!! After a few seconds of belly rubs, he thoughtfully replied, "Obviously, you're gonna have to take off your tank top and…"

"Take off my tank top?!" Marcus scoffed, full on yelling this time before he realized that attracted even more attention from the people nearest to them. "Then I'll really be almost naked!" He finished in a hiss of a whisper.

"Yes…" Gavin conceded. "But if you tuck it into the back of your jockstrap, you'll at least be able to cover your ass," he shrugged. "Your hands are big…" he nodded. "But they're not that big, and you have a really big butt, and uh…" he trailed off as he forced himself to look away from Marcus' crotch, eyes naturally moving back up to his sweaty, heaving belly.

"You can't be serious!"

"Do you have any better ideas?" He asked with another shrug. "If you do, I'm all ears and will do whatever I can to help, and yes… People will stare at your huge pecs and massive, bare belly," he confirmed with a few more nods. "But not as much as they would at your whole, huge ass!" He finished with a giggle he'd been trying so hard to hold in. That and a pat to Marcus' left pec as he waddled forward, saddling their bellies up side to side again in the process.

"I have… pecs," Marcus slowly, almost robotically replied as he looked down at his chest, focusing on the left bulge and how Gavin's hand was still on it. He used his muscles, the ones now buried under milk and fat, to make the mound bounce, causing his twin-carrying friend to giggle in what seemed to be delight.

"Yes, you do, big guy!" Gavin smiled up at him like he was Marcus' biggest fan (which he literally was.)

The soon-to-be uncle of three still groaned as he gently threw his head back against the tree behind him. After (needlessly) thinking about it some more, Marcus wasn't able to come up with any other solution. That being said, Gavin's suggestion wasn't "good" by any means, it was simply the only thing to do since Marcus couldn't waddle all the way back to the house with his whole ass hanging out!

"Ugh… I fucking HATE you!" He groaned as he slowly pulled his tank top the rest of the way off.

Gavin couldn't help the devilish smirk that formed on his face as his fecund friend fully revealed himself to him and everyone else staring. Marcus' strained tank hadn't left much still to be seen, but Gavin still relished in the complete reveal. Without coverage, Marcus' massive, milky pecs and thick, prominent and pierced nipples looked even more impressive, but at the very same time, vulnerable… Totally primed for suckling from…

"You just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna ask?" Marcus asked with a frown as he held out his tank, pulling Gavin from his horny reverie.

"Right!" Gavin nodded as his eyes zoomed in on Marcus' big pierced nipples. The nubs were so prominent now, they didn't have to zoom in much. "Sure," he said as he took the tank and waddled behind his friend.

He shouldn't have been considering what he'd just tasked Gavin with doing, but Marcus was still surprised when the other man touched him. His eyes closed and he had to fight against the urge to shudder and moan… It'd been awhile since anyone aside from his doctor had touched him, Marcus not having the confidence to seek a more "personal connection" with anyone the more his condition advanced.

Gavin moved his left hand lower, down the small of his powerful yet strained back to the strained waistband of his jock. As much as he wanted to yank it and "accidentally" make it give out too, the soon-to-be daddy of two didn't dare, knowing Marcus would be furious. More furious than he already was…

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he carefully worked the tank between Marcus' warm flesh and the strap. He made sure the tank was sideways so it would cover as much skin as possible. "I was just trying to help… I figured if I could do squats, you could, but I didn't take into account your ass being…"

"So big?" Marcus grunted and rolled his eyes.

Gavin nodded and giggled as he kept tucking. "That and your shorts being so tight!"

"Right…" the triplet-carrying, soon-to-be uncle grunted again. "I've seen how you stare at me… Don't lie!"

"Well…" Gavin giggled again as he finished tucking the tank in and stepped back. "There… I think that'll do."

Marcus turned and looked over his right shoulder as he took his hands from his belly and moved the back to his ass. His huge cheeks were mostly covered, up top anyway… Big and tentish as the tank top was, it wasn't enough to cover the bottoms of his cheeks, leaving them and the secondary straps encircling them exposed. His waist and hips had expanded so much that his entire front remained exposed.

"It's gonna have to…" he sighed as he moved his left hand to his back, his right to his crotch. "But stay right behind me so your fat ass hides mine and the fact I'm hardly wearing anything!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Gavin readily agreed, trying not to grin like a maniac as he took up his place behind his nearly naked friend.

"This is so messed up!" Marcus grumbled as he started waddling back to Gavin's. "I, oooh!" He grunted in surprise when he felt something bump against him. Something big, warm and round…

"Oops, sorry!" Gavin apologized after "accidentally" bumping his big, bare belly against Marcus' big, nearly bare ass. "You said stay right behind you…" he reminded as he gently pushed his babies-filled orb against the muscular globes, causing Marcus to grunt, the sound like music to Gavin's ears.

Marcus otherwise didn't respond. He wished he'd brought his sunglasses so he could better tune out all the stares he and Gavin were getting, but mostly him. He tried not to make eye contact with those they slowly and ponderously passed, but it was unavoidable. The looks he got ranged from shock and disgust to lust.

There's a lot for people to take in, even more so now that he was nearly naked… If he was ever glad his belly had gotten so big, it was now as it somewhat hid his crotch, but Marcus still kept his hand hovering cautiously in front of it, ready to act should his cock and balls make a break for it too. Had he more hands, pointless as it would've been, he would've tried to cover his bulging pecs, especially since all this physical activity and embarrassment had him glistening like a pig.

'What a fucking nightmare…' he thought as he waddled along.

It seemed like an eternity before they finally made it back to Gavin's, his friend's belly constantly bumping against Marcus' ass, sometimes pushing it along. By the time they made it back inside, he was ready to call it quits… Marcus was ready to change into the extra clothes he'd brought to wear home from the hospital, go there and get induced (screw Cynthia.) Nothing he and Gavin had tried to naturally induce themselves had worked and the day couldn't get any weirder or worse, could it?

If Cynthia got mad, so be it. Marcus was done.