Knocked Up Nights Ch. 6

Chapter Six

Following his appointment with Dr. Hamilton, Brad was finally taken to the hotel. Since he was now only a signature away from becoming Swollen Studios' newest star, Josh insisted on carrying his bags up to his room for him despite Brad's protests.

"Might as well start gettin' used to not lifting a finger unless you want to," Josh said with a wink after they got to his room.

After his would-be driver/assistant left, Brad took a shower and got settled in. Rather than venture out, even back down to the restaurant in the hotel lobby, he decided to order room service for dinner. By the time it arrived, he'd changed into a comfy pair of sweat shorts and a fresh t-shirt.

Brad set everything on the bed, then carefully climbed on and turned on the TV, watching as he ate. As he flipped through the channels looking for something that caught his attention, it dawned on him that most of what was offered was made somewhere nearby. That and soon, his own image would be gracing screens. While weird, the realization also excited him.

The doubly pregnant, soon-to-be pornstar wasn't able to finish everything he'd ordered before he started to get tired, but he did an impressive job, stuffing most of the large meal he'd ordered to celebrate his new job into his expanding stomach. The next morning, a call to the phone in his room woke him. It was Tim.

They arranged for Brad to come by the studio the following day to sign his contract. Since he'd only packed enough for a couple days away, Brad mentioned his clothing dilemma, which made Tim chuckle.

"Where did you think you were going to be working?" He asked. "Here in LA, of course…"

"No, I know. I just thought I'd be going home before I started. Have a chance to pack for an extended stay and get stuff in order."

"What do you need to get in order?"

"Well my home, for one. The lawn, the mail, stuff like that."

"We'll arrange to have all that and whatever else you need taken care of," Tim promised. "Come up with a list and give it to me tomorrow. There's no reason to go all the way home and come back unless you feel you really need to. As far as clothes, I'll send Josh over this afternoon with my credit card and he'll take you shopping. You have my permission to get whatever you want."

"Seriously?"

"Of course! And by the time you're done shopping, your home away from home should be all ready for you."

"My home away from home?" Brad repeated.

"You didn't think we'd make you stay in a hotel the whole time you were out here, did you?" Tim asked with another laugh.

"Um, yeah..?"

"Well, no. As we speak, your place is being prepped for your arrival and like I said, should be ready by the time you and Josh are done. Sound good?"

Brad thought about it for a second. Tim seemed to have a handle on things, including getting his home taken care of while he was away. Clothes weren't going to be an issue and he wouldn't have to stay in a hotel (not that he minded seeing how nice this one was,) so there was nothing keeping him from agreeing.

"Sounds great!" He replied.

Later that afternoon, Brad found himself on famed Rodeo Drive with Josh in tow, now serving as his bag carrier as they moved from store to store that catered to pregnant men. Never one to refuse free money, it wasn't long before Brad and his "assistant's" arms and hands were loaded with bags of clothes, shoes, and everything else he'd picked out during his all expenses paid shopping spree.

After everything had been loaded into the back of the Escalade, Josh drove Brad to his "home away from home." The pregnant man was in total awe as he was driven up the curved, gated driveway after having traveled up a long, zig-zagging residential road, high in the Hollywood Hills. The house wasn't massive, but it was certainly big…

Two stories tall, done in a Mediterranean style, complete with a red, clay tiled roof, surrounded not only by a gate and tall privacy fence, but beautiful landscaping as well. As Josh brought his bags in, including what he'd brought on his journey, Brad walked around the first floor of the home, ending up out back by the pool which he quickly recognized to be the same one from the pool boy movie. After looking around "his" new yard, the doubly pregnant man returned to the kitchen, where he found Josh helping himself to a glass of water.

"Sorry," he apologized after swallowing his latest sip. "Water and ice are pretty much all you have till the chef comes tomorrow and you two work out a menu, but I'd be happy to run to the store and grab some basics to hold you over till then?" He offered.

"I'll be fine," Brad waved. "I'll just order something in for dinner."

"Save your receipt and give it to Pete or Tim so you get reimbursed," Josh said before taking another sip, finishing off the glass before setting it in the sink. "The chef or the housekeeper will take care of dishes for you," he explained.

Brad shook his head as he looked around. "I can't believe it."

"What?"

"Everything! That I'm living here now, that I'm gonna have a chef, housekeeper and personal trainer…" he listed off.

"But you can believe you'll be doing porn?" Josh asked with a chuckle.

"I didn't say that… No, I can't believe that either, but crazy as it sounds, I'm excited!"

"I'm glad," he nodded. "Let me give you my number in case you need anything tonight."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"You're gonna need it eventually," Josh pointed out. "I am your ride, after all!" He reminded with a wink. "I don't live too far so I can get over here pretty quick if and when you need to go somewhere."

"OK," Brad said as he pulled out his phone. "But you have a schedule, don't you? What're your days off?"

"I'm on your schedule. Whenever you need me, I'll be available."

"That doesn't seem fair," he shook his head.

"Don't worry about me," Josh chuckled. "They might not put me up in a place like this," he said as he too looked around. "But Tim and Pete take good care of me, so seriously…" he nodded. "Call or text whenever, promise?"

"As soon as I get your number…" Brad reminded with a wag of his brows.

"Oh, right!"

After entering Josh's name and number in his phone, Brad sent him on his way for what he promised to be the evening. He liked the guy and might possibly be interested in him, but he was eager to explore his new place some more, especially the pool. Once he was alone, Brad went upstairs, found the master bedroom where his stuff had been left, and rifled through the shopping bags till he found one of the swimsuits he'd picked out earlier.

After changing into it, Brad found some sunscreen in the medicine cabinet, where he just knew he'd find some. Despite the sun having already started to descend from its highest point, he made sure to cover himself fully so his pasty skin wouldn't burn under LA's stronger rays.

He spent what was left of the afternoon poolside, staying till the sun fully set. After it had, Brad headed inside, showered and changed before returning to the kitchen, where he found a takeout menu for a nearby Chinese restaurant in one of the drawers. After eating his dinner of not one, but two orders of combination fried rice, the doubly pregnant man remembered to rub himself down again, this time with the stretch mark cream Dr. Hamilton had provided.

As he'd done with the sunscreen, he made sure to coat himself thoroughly, which took some time. Before he was done, Brad found himself repeatedly yawning. Since Josh would be there bright and early to take him back to the studio to officially sign his contract, he decided to call it an early night.

The next morning, Swollen's newest star found himself heading for the front door at the same time as Pete, so they walked in together, Brad entering first.

"Today's the big day!" Pete said as he reached out to pat his new employee's big, broad back. "You still wanna go through with it, right?" He asked with a nervous laugh.

Much to his relief, Brad replied with a big nod and smile and a confident, "Sure do!"

"Great!" The casting director grinned as he moved to walk alongside Brad till they reached the door of the hall that would take them to his office. "I didn't think you would, but just had to be sure you didn't have a change of heart…"

"Nah…" Brad shook his head. "I won't lie and say I'm not nervous,but more importantly, I'm excited! And besides… All this is just gonna be for a few months, right?"

"That's right," Pete confirmed.

"Don't get me wrong, I aim to please, but how much 'work' can I do in that time?" The pregnant stud shrugged.

"Exactly!" The casting director nodded. "You'll be popping those two out before you know it!"

Brad grunted. "I wish it was gonna be that easy… I made the mistake of doing some reading online and came across some real horror stories about labor and delivery…" he shuddered.

"I know it's easier said than done, especially since this is your first time, but try not to psych yourself out… A big, strong guy like you will be able to handle it."

"I'm taking it you haven't given birth before?" Brad asked.

"I have not," Pete confirmed with a shake of his head. "But given what I do and who I work with, I've had my fair share of exposure to pregnancy and labor and delivery."

"Pregnancy I get, but labor and delivery?"

"Sure," he nodded. "For some of the guys we work with, it's no big deal."

"Really?"

"Uh huh," he nodded again. Some of 'em, the ones who've had more than one… They've told me it's like taking a massive shit!" He laughed. "A couple times, they didn't even make it to the hospital before they delivered!"

"Seriously?" Brad asked, eyes bulging.

"Two of our…" Pete paused. "More seasoned performers have given birth here at the studio," he shared. "I'm assuming by now you've heard labor and delivery tend to go faster the more babies you've had?"

"I have…"

"Well…" he continued. "One guy, who unfortunately doesn't work with us anymore, was in the middle of what was supposed to be his last scene, which was fortunately set in our back-up doctor's office, and anyway…" he chuckled and shrugged. "He ended up going into labor and quickly, and quite easily, might I add, giving birth right there on our exam table!"

"What?!" Brad gulped. "No way!"

"Way!" Pete laughed again. "It was his fourth or fifth pregnancy, I can't remember…" he rolled his eyes. "But he went from just having had his first contraction to his water breaking and pushing the baby out, all in less than ten minutes."

"Jesus!"

"To be clear, we called Dr. Hamilton as soon as his contractions started, and he made it here in a flash."

"So he was here before the guy gave birth?" Brad asked.

"Just barely…" Pete admitted. "But yeah, he made it."

"Well that's good. And, kinda funny…" the currently pregnant man admitted with a chuckle as he followed Pete into his office.

"I thought so too, but the crew didn't… Needless to say, they had quite the cleanup on their hands after all was said and done!"

"Ugh…" Brad shuddered before letting out a grunt as he sat. "I bet it was nasty!"

"Everything alright?" Pete asked as he took his seat, sans grunt.

"Yeah, my back just tightens up now whenever I sit or stand.

"Finally reached that point, huh?"

"Guess so…"

"I was gonna say, I think you look a little bigger than when I last saw you…"

"It hasn't been that long, but I'm sure I am!" The pregnant man chuckled and rolled his eyes as he stroked the sides of his belly. "Dr. Hamilton told me the babies are on the larger side."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Pete rhetorically asked with a big grin. "We all want big, healthy babies, don't we? Boys I hear?"

"That's what Dr. Hamilton thinks," Brad nodded.

"That's great. Just great!" Pete said as he turned to his computer and started clicking away till a document began to emerge from the printer behind him. "So… after our discussion, I had your contract looked over by our attorneys again, and they were fine with your feedback and requests, all of which have been included," he nodded as he took the five pages the printer had spit out and handed them over. "But take as much time as you need to go over everything again…"

"If you say it's all here, I believe you," Brad nodded as he flipped to the last page, printed and signed his name, and dated the document. "I trust you guys to not have put anything outrageous in here," he said as he returned the now signed contract to Pete.

"Of course not!" The casting director scoffed as he shook his head, hoping he hadn't broken out into the anxious sweat he felt building as he'd waited to see if Brad took him up on his offer to carefully read over the legally binding document, which mercifully, he hadn't. "So that makes it official!" He beamed. "Welcome to the Swollen Studios' family!" He said as he stood and walked back around his desk to lean down and in to give his newest star a hug. "We're so happy to have you!"

"And I'm so happy to be here!" Brad smiled back up at him. "And excited!"

"Good!"

"So when do we start?"

"Right now!"

"Seriously?"

Pete nodded. "Tim's over on Stage 1, finishing up the last scene Victor will shoot for us during this pregnancy."

"Victor?"

"The 'Pregnant Pool Boy.'"

"Oh…" Brad nodded. "It'll be cool to meet him and tell him he's part of the reason I'm here now."

"Ha, right…" Pete chuckled before letting out a sigh. "Unfortunately, I can't say for sure Victor will appreciate hearing that," he shook his head.

"Oh..?"

"Victor's a little… well, you'll see soon enough. Hopefully, he'll come around quickly, 'cause whether he likes it or not, the two of you will be working together today," he said as he headed for his door, turning back to wait for Brad.

"But you just said he was filming his last scene now?" The doubly pregnant man said as he followed the casting director down the hall leading to Studio 1.

"He is. And when he's done, you'll both be posing together for our calendar. Or really, your calendar…"

"I'm gonna have my own calendar?"

"Yes, sir!" Pete nodded. "Tim came up with the idea… It'll show you progressing through your pregnancy over the months," he explained. "We'll be shooting the January picture today. It was my idea to include Victor, since he's due any second now, and I figured people would enjoy seeing the two of you together, doing some mutual belly rubbing and touching," he shrugged. "Nothing hardcore, since it's just a calendar…"

"It's a good idea," Brad nodded back as they reached the studio, the red light over its door, used to indicate whether the set was being filmed on, off, so Pete let them in.

Tim was seated in his director's chair, looking over some paperwork but raised his gaze to see who'd entered when the large, metal door slammed shut behind Pete and Brad. Though startled, he was more surprised and obviously excited, practically jumping from his chair, letting his papers fly as he ran over and greeted the pair, but more specifically, Brad.

"Is it official?!" He immediately wanted to know.

"That it is," Brad smiled and nodded.

"Awesome!" Tim beamed as he wrapped him in a hug. "Welcome to the family! He genuinely offered as he ended the embrace, but not before giving his newest star's already bulging belly a couple of solid pats. "Did Pete fill you in on what we'd like to do today?"

"He did. Sounds pretty cool. A calendar tracking my progression is a good idea, but…" Brad hesitated.

"Yeah..?"

"Do you think people will buy it?" He shrugged. "I couldn't tell you the last time I bought a calendar," he shook his head. "Who needs one anymore?"

"No one," Tim admitted. "Not with their phones always in their hand or pocket."

"So…"

"So, this calendar will have you!" He said, as he came around side Brad and wrapped his arm around his shoulders as he started leading him towards the back of the studio. "People will go crazy and pay anything to see you swell up!"

"You really think so?" Brad asked, sounding less than convinced.

"They won't be able to wait till it's the next month so they can turn the page!"

"Well…" the former foreman chuckled. "I don't mean to sound cocky, but maybe you're right? You've been in the business a while, so if anyone knows what the people like, it's gotta be you!"

"I do know what they like! And I know it's gonna be you!"

By then, the three of them had reached the back of the studio, where hair, makeup and wardrobe were located. In front of them sat a young man, sitting in a director's style chair, getting his hair done. Brad wasn't able to see his face at first, but soon caught a glimpse of it in the large mirror in front of him. It was Victor. The younger, heavily pregnant man caught sight of him, and smiled back at him in the mirror.

"Victor!" Tim said, his voice thick with charm as he walked up behind him and started rubbing his bare shoulders. "I have someone I'd like you to meet… This is Swollen Studios' newest addition, Brad."

Upon hearing his name, Brad walked up next to Victor and offered his hand. The "Pool Boy" was much cuter in person, which surprised him as it was usually the opposite. Now that Brad was standing beside Victor, it appeared he was wearing nothing, though he couldn't see his crotch as Victor's pregnancy more than filled his lap, nearly to his knees.

"You are the one having the twins?" Victor asked.

"That's me," Brad smiled and nodded, still holding out his hand, which had yet to be taken.

"We'll um… Leave you two, or should I say, five!" Pete chuckled. "To get better acquainted. Brad, why don't you have a seat and get your makeup done while you guys talk?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sure…" Brad nodded, forcing himself to keep smiling as he returned his right hand to his side and walked over to the chair to the right of Victor's.

He was about to sit in it when his makeup artist asked him to strip down as well. Brad thought about the request for all of a second and then set about removing his clothes right then and there, giving everyone a view of his "goods" till he was seated like Victor and his pregnancy blocked them from view.

"You are a big boy," Victor commented as Brad got more comfortable in his chair. "How far along are you?"

"Almost six months," he replied as his makeup artist started wiping down his face with a disposable cleansing cloth.

"Almost as big as me, and I'm due tomorrow!" Victor chuckled.

The comment was true. Brad's belly was already nearly the same size as the younger man's, though his looked bigger since his body overall, wasn't nearly as big as Brad's.

"You're due tomorrow..?" Brad asked.

"Yes."

"Then shouldn't you be home, getting ready or something?"

"Ready for what?" Victor huffed as he played with his phone. "I've been through this so many times now, it's nothing."

"How many times have you been through this?" Brad asked as a fresh wipe was applied to his neck.

"Four now."

"Shit… How old are you?" He asked. "You can't be much older than legal…"

"I'm thirty-two," Victor replied. "I got pregnant my first time when I was eighteen and decided to get into the business… I quickly realized what kind of money I could make, and I've been at it ever since. I get pregnant again, wait till I'm big enough to do movies and photo shoots, then I work till I pop," he shrugged. "Then, I give myself a couple months off and then, then, I get pregnant again," he nonchalantly explained.

"But you're due tomorrow…" Brad pressed.

"So? I've been due three times before! That's why I'm still working, even though I started having contractions yesterday and today, started dilating… I really had to work hard to keep tight while I bottomed today," Victor rolled his eyes. "My top kept going soft and blaming me! Telling me I was too loose, and he couldn't feel nothing, but fuck him!"

"Did you fuck him..?" The doubly pregnant man asked.

"Not literally, just verbally!" Victor huffed. "Who is he to tell me I'm loose?! I'm still as tight as a virgin when I'm not going into labor! He knows that too, 'cause he's the one who knocked me up this time, the prick!"

"Oh, wow… Um, OK, well…" Brad chuckled. "That explains why. You're not nervous now."

"Of course I'm not nervous!" The younger man glared at him. "I might not be as old as you, but I've been around the block a few more times, so excuse me for not sharing your excitement over me going into labor!"

"Just trying to make conversation…" Brad rolled his eyes. Obviously, Victor considered himself hot shit, or maybe, he considered him competition? "So sorry if it's not to your liking…"

"Can you hurry the fuck up?" Victor suddenly yelled at Brad's makeup artist. "You take much longer, only one of us will be pregnant for the shoot!"

"Yes, sir!" The poor woman, who was old enough to be Victor's mother apologized as she stopped wiping Brad down and began shaving his chest and belly.

She was quick, yet very thorough and thorough as she ran the straight razor she'd grabbed from her kit from the tops of his full pecs to the bottom, after spraying them down with some sort of shave gel. Not having much hair on his chest or torso, Brad had never bothered to shave any of it, but he held his breath as the poor woman did, not wanting a mistake or mishap to be made now.

Before he knew it, his torso was hair-free. He barely got a glance at it before it was being coated with a lotion that made it shine. When Brad was finished being taken care of in the hair and makeup department, he and Victor were asked to move over to "wardrobe," where he had a couple measurements taken before he was given the tiniest pair of cut-off jeans he'd ever seen, along with a sleeveless, plaid shirt, which didn't come close to closing and had been cut off to end just below his chest.

His "outfit" was completed with a pair of work boots and hard hat. Victor was garbed similarly, though his shirt and shorts were a different color. They were supposed to be "construction workers," an homage from Tim and Pete to Brad's "real" career.

Once he and Victor had been all done up and dressed, they were led back to the front of the studio, where the previous set had been dismantled and was now set up to resemble a construction site. Along with Pete and Tim, a photographer was waiting for them.

"Looking good, boys," Pete smiled at them. "Ready to go when you are…"

Brad and Victor took their places in front of the camera and soon began posing as directed by the photographer. The shoot lasted about half an hour, during which dozens of photos were taken, with Brad as the center of attention. This didn't sit well with Victor, who prior to Brad's arrival, had been used to being treated as Swollen Studios' fecund, queen bee.

"I never had my own calendar!" Victor complained between shots.

"We just came up with the idea," Tim explained. "We'll do one for you next time."

"If there's a next time!"

"Ha!" Pete laughed. "Like there won't be?! Don't lie… You know you'll be pregnant again in just a couple months, you slut!"

"Oh, fuck off!" Victor huffed, flipping Pete off.

"Alright, come on, boys…" the photographer interjected. "Last shot."

"About time!" Victor groaned. "My back is killing me!"

"Mine too," Brad said, attempting to sympathize.

"I'm in fucking labor!" Victor scoffed as he shot him a hard look. "What's your excuse?"

The former foreman rolled his eyes as he transitioned into the next position the photographer wanted him in, which was him standing slightly to the side, so his profile could be seen. In this position, the front of Brad's cut offs couldn't be seen as his belly was already big enough to hang over and in front of his crotch. The photog instructed Victor to squat down in front of the twin-filled man, and place his hands on either side of his pregnancy, while also facing slightly to the side so his pregnancy could be seen… This earned him quite a few moans and groans from Victor, along with some grumbling about how his back was killing him, and his ass looked fat.

"Just a few more shots, then we're done," the photographer promised.

He got his "couple more shots" before all of a sudden, Victor let out a loud grunt, followed by a groan…

"Fuck…"

The expletive was followed by a splash. Victor's water had broken and was down pouring down his thighs. As another contraction took hard and deep hold, he reached out and grabbed Brad's bloated waist for support.

"Goddamnit…" Tim groaned. "Looks like we're done for the day. Someone help him up and call Hamilton!"

Stagehands began running around performing various tasks. Two came and helped Victor stand. His cut offs were soaking wet so they helped him out of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. The younger man began waddling over to a nearby chair with the help of the stagehands when yet another contraction hit and he suddenly doubled over, giving Brad the perfect look at his dilated ass. The former foreman watched as Victor's expanding hole quivered with the contraction.

Another guy ran over to Tim and told him a car was waiting outside to take Victor to the hospital and Dr. Hamilton would meet him there.

"Get him movin'!" Tim yelled. "And get him some pants, or at least a robe! You know the hospital hates it when one of our guys shows up nearly naked!"

Another flurry of activity ensued and victor was helped into a big robe, then escorted from the set. With all the attention temporarily focused on the younger man, Brad was left without instruction. Carefully avoiding the mess Victor made, he found and took a (dry) seat. A few more minutes passed during which the mess was cleaned, then Tim and Pete finally remembered Brad was there.

"Sorry about that, Brad," Pete apologized. "Great work today… You were a total natural! Come look at this shot," he waved. "It's the last one we got before Vic's water broke. It's the one! Look at you two!"

"Fuckin' hot!" Tim said, looking at the screen over Brad's shoulder. "People are gonna eat this shit right up, man!"

"I'm no expert like you, but I think they will," Brad nodded and grabbed. "Is um, is he gonna be OK?"

"Who, Victor?" Pete snorted. "He's a pro! He'll have that baby out in less than thirty minutes. In fact, I hope he doesn't deliver in the car again!" He rolled his eyes. "Last time he did, and it was out of service for a month getting detailed…"

Happy with his "work" for the day, Pete and Tim sent Brad home and told him they'd call sometime in the next few days to start talking about his first real shoot. After changing back into his street clothes, Brad headed out to Josh and his waiting Escalade.

"Where to, boss?" Josh asked as he opened the door for him.

"We're hungry," Brad replied, rubbing his belly as it gave a growl. "Wanna grab lunch?"

"Sure," his handsome assistant smiled back. "Craving anything?"

"Not at the moment."

"Well I am," Josh chuckled. "Mind if I choose?"

"Not at all," Brad replied. "Just make sure it's good and there's lots of it!" He winked.

"The place I have in mind fits the bill," Josh winked back as he closed the door.