The Janitor Pt. 11

Derek is back and bigger and better than ever! At least I think so... This is all new content, not included in the original. Let me know what you think!

The Janitor - Revisited

By 

Brimmingbelly04

Based on The Janitor

By

KomperaKlause

Part Eleven

***

Derek couldn’t help but continuously groan as Ben pistoned in and out of him, the older man’s belly sliding back and forth atop his sweaty back. The former CEO’s cock wasn’t nearly as long or thick as the janitor’s, but it still felt good. Unexpectedly good, even if Whitman also wasn’t nearly as good as Matt was “in bed…”

This meant Derek’s groans weren’t entirely pained despite how much his back ached and how little he wanted to have any more babies inside him. On his end, he thought this interaction was going to be more “transactional,” but evidently not…

After a few more strokes, Ben released the firm hold he had on his ass, spread his arms wider, and then placed his palms firmly on the thirty-three year old’s slick flanks. 

“God… I can’t get over… how huge you are! I seriously can’t… wait till I’m bigger than… you!” He said between thrusts, punctuating his last word with a harder and deeper one. 

Well, as deep and hard as his own pregnancy, “limited” dick and Derek’s hugely fattened ass cheeks allowed. 

The CorpaCorp VP kept on groaning. He tried to moan instead, but wasn’t able to pull the transition off. By then, even though he was just “standing” there, supporting himself (and Ben and Matt’s pregnancy) with the help of the chair and a half while the other fecund man handled everything else, once again, he was dripping with sweat. The more Whitman pistoned in and out of him, the more Derek’s mind, heart and shallow breaths, all simultaneously raced. 

Thanks to “purposely” overdosing himself on the janitor’s pills, his already whacked out hormones were now reeling, further adding to his pleasure, along with the confusion and misgivings. Surprisingly enjoyable as this fuck was proving to be, the overly fecund exec still wished it wasn't happening. 

Even more so, he wished it wasn't going to result in what he “hoped” it would, but he desperately needed it to. Silver lining: he was at least enjoying it, and so apparently was Ben, despite the misgivings he'd had just before he'd been “forced” to fulfill his offer. 

“You feel so… fucking good!” He commended. “You're kinda loose, but… obviously, I can work with… it!” He grunted, once again making a (blunted) point to physically punctuate his last word. 

Thanks to Matt's “frequent visits,” Derek's hole was in fact a lot looser than it'd once been. As a result, Ben had “plenty of room” to work with and in, but suddenly, it didn't feel that way to the younger, much more pregnant, executive/corporate mascot… 

As he continued to jostle about under the former CEO, not only did Derek's subconsciously clenching hole feel very tight and full, so did his already overpacked middle, which definitely said something. Something he didn't want to think about or acknowledge…

“Oooh, fuck!” Whitman moaned as loose as it was, Derek’s hole continued “massaging” his dick. 

It felt so good, for a brief second, he couldn't imagine going back to bottoming, but yeah, right… As much as he was absolutely loving topping a fellow preggo for the first time, one whom he desperately wanted to dethrone as the biggest; the janitor's dick, but more importantly, his babies inside him, all felt too good to be forgotten. 

“Fuuuuuck…” he hissed.  “If you keep squeezing my dick like… that… You're gonna make me… cum!”

“Good!” The thirty-three year old lied in a sigh of relief. 

As much as he wanted to yell or scream at Ben to pull out, he literally couldn't afford to… Derek needed his load, and for it to take. He needed a Whitman baby or two in him for his ultimate “exit plan” to work, but hopefully, just one, because God knows he had plenty more coming from Matt, their shared, deranged and overly fertile baby daddy…

“Mmm…” he forced himself to moan, hoping it sounded at least somewhat seductive, even though he'd obviously already entrapped Ben. “Shoot that… big pregnant load… inside me!” He haltingly encouraged, which worked. 

Immediately, Ben began thrusting a little harder and faster. He let out a moan of his own before laughing and joking, “Shame I can't… get you… any more pregnant!”

Derek released a brief laugh which sounded as strained as his belly now felt, especially with Whitman's hands now pressing more firmly against it. 

“Yeah…” he panted as he looked back over his left shoulder in a vain attempt to offer his hopefully second baby daddy an at least half sexy and appreciative smile. “That's a… shame!” He breathlessly agreed as he turned his head back forward and let it drop. 

As he did, sweat dripped from the thirty-three year old's forehead, down onto his tits. The wobbling orbs were also perspiring, while more than dripping themselves… Now, immediately after Ben had worked himself as deep as he could between the massive preggo's quaking ass cheeks, both of his giant nipples simultaneously spurted, further soaking the chair and a half. 

All of a sudden, Derek was dizzy and particularly short of breath. For the next several moments, all he was able to semi focus on was the scary fact he felt on the verge of passing out, and that he felt… 

Strange. 

But familiar… Derek knew something he'd already experienced was about to happen again soon, but in his current state (physically and mentally,) wasn't able to put a finger on it. 

All the unexpected pleasure he'd recently experienced was gone. Now, he just wanted this to be over. 

“Fuckin’ cum!” Derek shouted. 

It didn't sound sexy, it sounded exactly like what it was: a demand. If Ben noticed the change in tone, he didn't comment, he just thankfully did as he was told. 

He pressed his hands harder against Derek’s flanks, using them for leverage as he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in. The aggressiveness of his thrust caused Derek’s rocking tits to forcefully spurt as they swallowed his chin, somewhat muffling his loud groan. 

“Ahhhh!!!” Whitman roared behind him. “I'm…”

He didn’t finish what he was shouting, but he didn’t need to. After one last final thrust all the way back into him, Derek felt Whitman’s first volley of cum blast into his bowels. It was quickly followed by another, nearly rivaling one of Matt’s typically overly generous releases. 

As Ben filled him with his baby batter, the thirty-three year old’s “hungry” hole pulsated, literally sucking the stuff up. As it did, Derek suddenly felt pressure blooming in his bloated core. A quasi-familiar sense of pressure he instantly dreaded. 

It was the same sensation he'd experienced after Matt had crammed all those pills in his mouth, back when what had to have been several more babies had been added to his womb, causing it to rapidly expand. 

“Fuck!” Derek groaned as his belly began to pulse and throb. “Y-you gotta… p-p-pull out!” He stammered before shouting more clearly, “Pull out!”

Ben heard him loud and clear, but didn’t comply. Simply put, he couldn’t, too lost in his incredible orgasm (and Matt had given him some good ones,) but already, this one was different… The former CEO could hardly think of anything else, aside from the fact he was certain he’d never cum so much in his life!

And still, he kept shooting. As he did, the activity inside Derek rapidly increased, and in more ways than one…

He knew it actually didn’t, but it seemed like his hole had a mind of its own as it went to town on Whitman’s cock, milking it for all it was worth. As it did, the tension in Derek’s core continued to build as the babies packed in it got in on the action as well, kicking, rolling, stretching and punching as much as their confines allowed. 

“Ben!” Derek shouted again. “Whitman!!! You gotta… Gotta pull out!!!” He panted. 

While somehow still cumming, Ben heard the younger man’s increasingly frantic pleas, but still didn’t comply with them. He still still didn’t, even as Derek’s belly started pushing back against his hands, and not just because of all the fetal commotion…

It was also pushing back because it was getting bigger. Rapidly and noticeably so… Ben couldn’t believe it. Hot as he found it for whatever reason, he didn’t want to! 

He couldn’t be getting the VP any more pregnant, let alone so quickly! Right?!

Having yet to be “gifted” with the kind of growth spurt Derek was unfortunate enough to have already experienced once, Whitman didn’t know such a thing was possible?! Needless to say, he was deeply shocked and alarmed by what was somehow happening, and yet he remained as deep inside Derek as he could, still shooting. 

The thirty-three year old’s gigantic belly gave a great pulse as it rapidly expanded in every possible direction. Down towards its underside, it met resistance, pushing against the seat cushion with such force, it pushed the “rest” of Derek back causing him to lose his grip. He fumbled to regain it, but found the chair and a half now out of reach. 

Ben grunted as his still spurting cock was sucked in another inch or so, his pelvis pressing hard against Derek’s huge ass as it unexpectedly invaded his space. 

“What the…” he started to ask, but didn’t get to finish. 

He didn’t get to because as Derek’s pregnancy continued to bloat against the chair and a half, it forced the massive preggo into more of a standing position. For a few more moments, Ben’s hands remained firmly planted on the growing orb, but then they were forced to move to his own as it started to slide off the younger man’s back. 

“Holy shit!” He was the one to shout this time. 

***

As his torrent of cum finally abated, he steadied himself. Once Ben’s belly was off his back, Derek righted himself the rest of the way and promptly tried to steady himself as well. His hands flew up and out to the sides, where they flailed about wildly. Wide as his legs and feet were spread, they tottered beneath him as his belly continued to grow. 

“Ohmygod…” he moaned. 

This can’t be happening?! He thought.

But obviously, it could and it was. How the hell had he not considered the possibility?! Fuck!

On the “bright side,” at least Derek knew for sure Whitman had knocked him up. Evidently, very much so as by then, his now super tight, increasingly shiny, red, sweat and breastmilk coated belly, had expanded almost one and a half times more than it had back when Matt decided to “teach him (another) lesson.”

Not that he hadn’t already, but now, the thirty-three year old felt like an absolute elephant. Even as his most recent growth spurt thankfully subsided, Derek’s breaths quickened and became increasingly shallow as panic and disbelief set in. He’d never felt so dangerously close to bursting than at that moment, his middle so tight and pressurized, it brought tears to his eyes. 

“Ohmygod…” he moaned again, his voice shaking this time. 

For whatever reason, it was then that he realized that even though he’d been rock hard while Whitman had been fucking him (and still was,) he hadn’t cum. Derek almost always did when Matt fucked him. Regardless, the chance had passed. 

The thirty-three year old’s missed orgasm was the least of his concerns. The only reason he remained hard was because of all the internal pressure. Thanks to his belly’s rapid and substantial expansion, Derek’s dick was now less accessible than ever, to both him and Ben, which sucked (or literally didn’t,) but he had much bigger things and (stupidly unexpected) consequences to deal with. 

Smart as he was (or once had been,) Derek didn’t know where to begin? When he’d come up with the “solution” to his problems, he’d “hoped”/assumed he wouldn’t have to inform Whitman that he was the father of some of his babies till a later time, not immediately following their conception! But once again, luck was not on Derek’s side. It seemed like it never would be again…

Ben, on the other hand, knew exactly what needed to be said. He did so loudly after Derek had slowly and awkwardly tottered about in place till he was facing him, the fronts of their sweaty pregnancies sliding against one another as he came to a stop. 

“What the fuck?!” Whitman belatedly finished in a shout of disbelief, eyes wide as his left hand flew to his forehead to brush some errant hair back into place. “Did I just… Like instantly knock you up?!”

Derek looked down beyond his leaking tits to the belly he was struggling to support with both hands. “I think the answer’s… pretty damn obvious,” he sighed. 

“HOW?!” The former CEO yelled. “It looks like… like.. Like I added ANOTHER TWO, FULL-TERM BABIES to…” he abruptly trailed off as he shook his head and ran his hand through the hair he’d just fixed, messing it up again. 

Still looking down and out at his (even bigger) Matt and now Whitman, baby-filled self, the thirty-three year old grunted. “Feels like it too…”

“But, I…” Ben shook his head some more. “No, I…” he continued to shake it, causing his tits to get in on the action as well. “I KNEW I SHOULD’VE USED A CONDOM!!!” He yelled again. 

For a very brief moment, Derek felt bad that he'd all but forced Whitman to knock him up in hopes of somewhat saving himself. While the thirty-three year old was his own (literally) biggest concern, he now had some “fixing” he needed to do… 

Since his Whitman pregnancy reveal had happened much sooner than he'd intended and their “future” was far from sealed, once again, Derek had to think quicker on his swollen feet than he could possibly move on them. He forced himself to smirk at the former CEO as with a grunt, he leaned back as much as he could, thrusting his belly and tits even further out in front of him. 

Since their pregnancies were still touching, the frazzled and surprised Ben was forced to take a couple steps back. He was even more surprised by what Derek said next…

Despite his own surprise, not to mention discomfort (mental and physical) Derek refocused on his mission, which wouldn't be complete till he got Ben fully on board. That wouldn't happen today, but thanks to the accelerated timeline, it at least needed to start.  

“I literally didn’t think you had it in you,” the still smirking thirty-three year old chuckled as he shook his head. 

Whitman huffed and rolled his eyes as he continued running his hand through his hair. “Neither did I! Not that I've tried, but I thought only Matt could get someone MORE pregnant?!” 

“Well evidently, you can…” Derek batted his brows as he seductively rubbed his enormous belly. “Which means…” he trailed off. 

“Yeah..?” Ben raised his brows and kept them there as he expectantly waited for the (much, much) bigger preggo to continue. 

“Which means, maybe I can put some more babies in you too? Would you like that?” The VP asked, batting his brows again. 

“Would you? You said you only bottom…”

“I never said only, just that topping wasn't really my thing, but topping another preggo? A massive one… Making him even more massive…” Derek trailed off again. 

“Yeah..?” Whitman repeated, a little more eagerly this time. 

“I think that would be pretty hot, don't you?”

He nodded. “Hell yeah!” He excitedly agreed. “Wanna try now?!” He asked, his chubby, handsome, still flushed face breaking into a big grin. 

Bingo. That's what Derek had wanted. Not to fuck Whitman right then and there (if even ever,) but to get him thinking about having more babies (and a future) together. 

“I'd love to,” he nodded back. “But…” he looked down at himself again. “I literally don't think I could at the moment,” he said as he went from smirking and nodding to frowning and shaking.

Whitman grumbled. “You're right, but damn! You're obviously super, super fertile right now!”

“Maybe even a little too fertile?!” Derek chuckled and smirked, even though he still felt like he was seconds away from bursting and wanted nothing more than to lay down, or at least sit again, but all in good time. 

Not that he even had any luck left, but on the off chance he did, he didn't want to push it. That being said, Derek didn't feel too uncomfortable thinking that his (continued) suffering would now prove worth it in the end…

He went on. “You know even better than me that Matt would be pissed if I was the one to get you super knocked up,” he pointed out. “He'd probably stop fucking you and keep fucking me, which is the opposite of what either of us wants, so I suggest we leave that honor to him, and let me pop at least a few of these brats out before I pop some into you, so both of us can really enjoy it, OK?”

“OK,” Whitman nodded. “But I'm a little confused…”

“About..?”

He sighed. “You keep saying you're not like me, and that you're not into this whole pregnant thing yet, and I believe you,” he nodded some more. “For now, or I did, but then you keep on letting…”

“Believe me, I'm done with Matt,” Derek cut in.

He was amazed he hadn't had any contractions during all the “excitement.” Glad too, because the pills the janitor had given to stop them were over in his shorts, which might as well have been on Mars at that point. 

“So you've been saying…”

“I really am this time,” he insisted, hating himself for not sounding more convincing. 

“And then I went and somehow just  got you even more pregnant!” 

“That you did,” the thirty-three year old nodded. 

“And that doesn't bother you?” 

Derek sighed. “I won't say I'm thrilled about it, but the fact you could is kinda hot.”

“But Matt knocking you up isn't?”

“No.”

“I don't get it?”

He forced himself to smile and laugh as he shrugged, making his tits bobble and lightly spurt. “Can't say I do either,” he “admitted.” “Let's just chalk it up to all the hormones.” 

Ben smirked back. “Deal,” he agreed. “So long as you promise me that even if your hormones aren't raging as much as they are now, when the time is right, even if that's when you aren't pregnant, we'll see how many babies you can put in me,” he requested. 

“Deal,” Derek also agreed. “Now can you please help me sit?” He asked as he very cautiously started backing up and (hopefully) aiming his huge rump at the piece of probably expensive furniture he'd more than likely ruined by soaking it with sweat and breastmilk. 

After the two preggos got the bigger one seated on the saturated cushion, the older, richer and smaller one checked his watch and started to get dressed. 

“I need to go check on everyone,” Whitman said as he waddled about the pool house, collecting his strewn about clothes. “You know, make sure they're all still in one piece…”

“Can't say I know yet, but I will soon,” Derek smiled fondly as he stroked what he could reach of his belly with both hands. 

It remained incredibly tight, tighter than ever, in fact. It was very warm and almost painful to the touch, but he kept doing so anyway, still putting on a show.

 “You know…” Ben started as he finished pulling on his shirt, once again completing his outfit. “We should talk more about that.”

“About what?”

“About what you're gonna do after you start giving birth and actually become a mommy,” he nodded.  

Derek's smile thinned, but he managed to maintain it. He'd yet to get used to being referred to as such and probably never would, even if he really should for his own sanity.

“If you're interested, maybe I could help?” Whitman offered. 

“How?!” The thirty-three year old asked too eagerly, but thankfully, his second baby-daddy didn't seem to catch his instant excitement. 

“You could stay here for a while and the girls and I could help get you into mommy-mode.” 

Another fucking “mommy” reference, but at least this one came with an offer that brought Derek that much closer to his plan succeeding, so his smile quickly grew again. 

“You'd do that for me? You wouldn't mind?” He asked, probably still sounding a little too excited. 

Ben shook his head. “Now, our kids are half and fully biologically-related! That and I think I'm a little better equipped to handle a situation like yours than you are!” He chuckled. 

Still painfully tight, tired and flushed, Derek sighed in genuine relief for the first time in a long time as he closed his eyes and briefly let his head lull back. This was (the start of) why he'd done what he'd done today… Even if he was presently seated, this was a huge step/waddle in the right direction! 

“Ohmygod…” he exhaled as he opened his eyes, righted his gaze and grinned at Whitman again. “I'd kiss you if I could!” He winked. 

“Who says you can't?”

He chuckled. “Not who, what… And what being this!” He said as he nodded down at his most massive swell as he continued to (very) gently rub its warm as they were bulging, flanks. 

Now that the deed had been done and he was the only one naked, Derek couldn't help but feel silly. Silly and almost incredulous that at one point, seemingly in a different life, he'd had no qualms about having his clothes off. At the moment, he just considered his nudity as part of the show he was still performing. 

“But if you could..?” Whitman asked. 

“If I could kiss you without having to stand up and perform some sort of acrobatic maneuver?”

He nodded. 

“I'd kiss you,” Derek nodded back. “And gladly at that,” he added with a wink.

Upon hearing that, something changed in Whitman's eyes and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to put that declaration to the test… If he had, Derek couldn't say he would've minded, but instead of doing so, the former CEO asked some follow-up questions.

“If it was possible, meaning one or both of our bellies didn't require us to throw our backs out in the process, would you kiss me while we fucked..? While you put some of your babies in me?” 

The thirty-three year old nodded again. “I would,” he replied, voice a little deeper and quieter. 

Ben smirked. “Good to know… Matt's never kissed me. Never,” he shook his head. 

“Matt is… Matt.”

“Has he kissed you?”

“Has he kissed me?!” Derek scoffed  as he shook his head. “No!” He lied. “And if he tried to?!” He huffed and rolled his eyes. 

“I'd like it if he tried kissing me,” Ben sighed wistfully. “But as you said, Matt is Matt…” he shook his head and sighed some more. 

“That, he is…” 

“Anyway… You gonna be OK out here, while I…”

Derek nodded and dismissively waved with his right hand after raising it from his pregnancy. “Go do what you need to do. I'll be here when you get back. Speaking of which… Could you bring me a shirt to wear home?” He requested. “Ideally the biggest one you have…”

“You don't wanna show off what I just did to you?” Whitman chuckled as he headed for the door. 

“Not any more than I have to!”

“I've yet to be your size, so you'll probably still have to show off more than you'd like, but I'll come up with something,” he promised as he waddled out, leaving Derek alone with his internal brood in the air conditioned pool house. 

***

Ben sent him on his way with a kiss. A kiss on the cheek, but a kiss nonetheless. Baby steps…

Derek's Uber ride home was even more embarrassing than the ride to Whitman's had been. While huge, the shirt his newest baby-daddy had given him was nowhere near huge enough, providing the driver with quite a show, whether she wanted it or not.

After cramming himself in the back of her Suburban, Derek once again promised a generous tip if he was just left alone. The shocked and almost terrified looking, middle-aged woman, readily agreed with a rapid series of silent nods before turning her attention anywhere but at him. 

Thanks to his most recent growth spurt, not that it hadn't been already, but clothing became an issue that required his immediate attention. Nothing he had at home was going to “fit” now, meaning that Tammy was going to have order him some new, custom pieces. Around home, he didn't care what he looked like, which was fortunate seeing as his corporate attire was costing him an arm and a leg. 

Because custom pieces (especially ones the size he needed) took time to create, there was no way Derek was going to be able to go into the office tomorrow, let alone the rest of the week… Even once he had (likely only temporarily) adequate work clothes again, the thirty-three year old wondered how much longer he could keep going in? 

This pregnancy… Now it was really getting to be too much. Surely CorpaCorp would finally have to agree, and tell him to stay home till he popped, right? 

Wrong. 

Stuffed in the back of the Suburban, Derek used his tits as a makeshift desk for his phone, letting those who needed to know that he wouldn't be in for the rest of the week and that he wanted to talk about the need for him to continue coming into the office after. Almost as soon as he'd sent it, his boss replied to his email confirming Derek’s requested absence, but concluding that they could discuss “the future, in person Monday morning.”

Could Derek say he was surprised? Unfortunately not. 

Freakishly fertile as he was, his “career” had quite literally grown to be too important for CorpaCorp to let him stay home and out of the spotlight. Not only had he become their mascot, he was the face of Manternity, even if the organization was pretty much just a joke which he hadn't done anything for or about it in weeks, and ultimately, just a tax write-off for CorpaCorp. 

At least he now had a long weekend to “himself.” But before he could think about all he wasn't going to do during it, he still had a “work-related” issue to address: what he was going to wear to the office come Monday (and more than likely, beyond.)

He emailed Tammy, asking her to order him yet more, now much bigger, still quasi-professional attire. Derek emphatically stressed “much bigger” in hopes that what his assistant ordered would last him till he finally started popping (some of) the janitor’s kids out and started shrinking… In the moment, he didn't consider the fact that he had so many babies that had yet to reach their “stride,” that even after “evicting” the first batch from his brood, he might end up even bigger than he currently was.

Second email sent, the time had come for Derek to get down to actual business. Pregnancy-related, of course… 

As he jostled about in the second row of the full-size SUV, he thought about what he wanted to have for dinner. The answer: everything.

Between the babies Whitman had recently added, the sex that’d put them there, and the lingering results of his overdosing, the thirty-three year old was even more ravenous than usual. None of the babies were craving anything at the moment, but the VP still had a hard time deciding what he wanted and from where, so he chose several things from several different places. 

Enough to feed a large family, go damn figure… Derek certainly wasn't going to be doing any shrinking anytime soon.

As much as he unfortunately understood this, the thirty-three year old had no idea just how true that would soon prove to be. If he thought he was huge now, he had another thing coming…

By the time he got out of the Suburban and into his place, Derek was a hot, sweaty mess again. He desperately wanted to go and take a cold shower, but didn’t want to miss the DoorDasher bringing him his feast. The overly fecund exec needed the bags handed to him because if they were left on the ground, there they would have to stay, as bending over or squatting were all but impossible now. 

For the third time that day, his state and appearance shocked and alarmed a service worker. As he handed over the bags containing Panda Express, Taco Bell, Jersey Mike’s, and Chick-fil-A, the young man’s eyes bulged almost as much as the bags themselves. 

“Thanks,” Derek practically wheezed as he took them, alarmed by their weight. 

Unquestionably, he’d gone overboard, again. He really didn’t need all that food, not even half of it. He knew he’d still somehow eat it all in one sitting. All that weight and calories were going to go into him, at least till he and the babies used up as much as they could of it and honestly, he hardly cared anymore. 

Why would he? There was no point. 

Derek was screwed. Literally, recently had been yet again, this time, all thanks to his own doing. 

Ravenous as he was, he'd eat after he showered. After leaving the Dasher standing in stunned disbelief on the other side of the door, Derek tottered to the kitchen, where he deposited the bags on the island, then headed for his bathroom.

Prior to getting knocked up (and up and up,) Derek could’ve easily shared his glass-enclosed shower with two other grown men had he wanted to. Big as the space was, obviously, it didn’t accommodate (just) him as much as it once had. As of just this morning, prior to going to see Whitman, two studs joining him would've still been possible, whereas now, just one would've been a squeeze. 

“Ugh…” he groaned at the disturbing realization. 

The thirty-three year old groaned again then shuddered as he turned to the side and set the shower to its coldest setting. A hot shower would’ve eased some of the tension coursing through his gigantic body, but he needed to cool down as much as he could because gorging himself (yet again) was only going to heat him right back up. 

On the subject of “up,” Derek’s enormous nipples perked all the way up as he turned and let the water rinse all the sweat and dried breast milk from them and the tits they capped. As he showered, struggling to lather and rinse off his vast dimensions, Derek went from feeling like an elephant, to an elephant seal on display at an aquarium. 

The fact that he and others were constantly comparing him to notoriously large animals, was nothing new, but it was still disturbing. It was no wonder he ate so much…

Speaking of eating, cramped as it was, his stomach reminded him it needed to be filled again. It rumbled hard and loud enough that the babies closest to it (aka, laying on it) squirmed in protest, causing Derek’s boulder of a belly to tent out and bugle in several places. 

“Alright, alright!” He grumbled over the continued gurgle. “You guys are fuckin’ relentless! You turned me into a giant, bottomless pit!” He complained, directly addressing his “babbling” brood, which was something he still rarely did. “But dinner’s coming…” he promised. 

Imminent as actually becoming a daddy/mommy was, Derek remained almost entirely emotionally unattached to his children. With so many on the way, that was probably a good thing, seeing as even with help, there was no way he’d be able to attend to all of their emotional needs at anything close to a “normal” level. 

If they were lucky, the kids would grow up to have well-paying jobs with good insurance so they could afford the therapy they were surely going to need. If not, at least they’d have each other, and/or maybe one or two would become therapists themselves? 

Derek finished up in the shower, then set to drying off. He went through three towels before giving up and lumbering out of the bathroom naked, still dripping breasts wobbling about atop his belly. As his stomach grumbled again, he already had every intention of heading directly to the kitchen, but what he saw waiting for him in his bedroom brought him to a jarring, ponderous stop. 

Not what, actually, but who.

Matt was standing at the foot of his bed, with his muscular arms crossed over his beefy chest. The uniformed maintenance worker didn’t look the least bit happy, and yet he smirked at Derek as he struggled to steady his ungainly mass. 

“W-what are you… doing here?” The thirty-three year old panted in surprise. 

“I came to see Ben’s handiwork in person,” Matt replied, glaring at Derek’s belly as errant beads of water continued to run down it. 

While there were no more cameras (that he knew of) at Derek’s place, evidently, they were still in place at Whitman’s, including in his pool house, but of course there were. Shit.

“I dunno who I should be more upset with, you or Ben?” The janitor went on. “Him for fucking so many more babies into you, or you for stealing from me?”

Derek scoffed. “How can you call it stealing if the pills ended up in me anyway?! I’d think you’d be happy they did?!” He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m not saying I’m not,” Matt shrugged. “But you and Ben getting together wasn’t part of my plan.”

His favorite, now (much) bigger, preggo, shrugged back, bloated tits bobbling. “It sure may seem like it, but not everything is about you,” the thirty-three year old dared to declare. 

“Isn’t it though?” The maintenance worker chuckled, causing Derek to roll his eyes again. 

“Jesus! What do you want, Matt?” He asked. “I was about to…”

“I know what you were about to do…” the janitor snickered. “I saw the buffet you have in the kitchen. Don’t worry, all that food’s gonna go where it’s supposed to,” he assured. “Right into you. But first…” he wagged his brows as he slowly started across the room. 

He no sooner had when Derek’s only slightly relaxed nipples began to leak. Not gush, just leak, a “natural” reaction to simply being in the presence and under watchful eye of their “creator.”

“If you needed it that bad, you could’ve just called or texted me,” Matt said as he uncrossed his powerful arms. “You didn’t have to go and schlep yourself all the way out to Ben’s.”

“That’s not why I went out there,” Derek shook his head, steeling himself for whatever was coming next, knowing it wouldn’t bode well for him. 

Why couldn’t Mat just leave him the hell alone? Hadn’t he suffered enough already?!

Evidently not. 

Would he ever?

Probably not.

Thanks to how far his belly now extended in every direction, as his first (and most prolific) baby-daddy closed in on him, Derek wasn’t able to see him below the waist. Had he been able to, he would’ve seen the tent he was now sporting in his dark blue work pants, which just so happened to be a pair of Dickies.

Matt kept his gaze on Derek’s midsection till he rounded his now even more bloated and bulging, right flank. Once he had, his eyes moved to his fat ass. 

“Why not?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. 

The thirty-three year old huffed. “Because you…” 

“It was actually a good idea,” Matt cut in as he undid his belt and then pulled it from its loops. “Get yourself knocked up by Whitman too, so you can use him for his money and childcare, since you won’t be getting any of either from me.”

“They’re your children, you bastard!”

“Meh…”

Derek groaned as he tried to look back over his shoulder. He couldn’t see Matt but he could hear him working on his pants. Christ… He was getting ready to fuck him again, wasn’t he? Fuck some more babies into him, to be precise.

“Did you even consider the risks or consequences..? What taking way too many of all those pills would do, or what my reaction would be?” The janitor asked in a taunting tone. “How I’d feel about Ben one-upping me..?”

The thirty-three year old scoffed. “One-upping you?! He only fucked me once!”

“And thanks to your idea, that’s all it took for him to get you more pregnant at once than I have, so far, anyway…”

“Matt!”

“You had to know I’d be upset…” 

Cradling what he could of his belly, Derek swallowed before responding. “Honestly..? I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t expecting another sudden growth spurt,” he admitted before adding under his breath, “Stupidly.”

Matt snorted. “You said it, not me. Here I was, thinking my biggest baby-mama to date was also the smartest, but guess not, Hopefully you’re smart enough to know what that means?” He asked as he let his pants drop down to the floor. 

Derek knew what that meant: He was about to receive another “lesson” from the janitor, but what could he possibly have left to “learn?!” Jesus!

“Come on, Matt…” he whined. “Please! Just… Haven’t I…”

“Learned who’s in control?” Matt cut him off. “That’s obvious!” He said as he stepped out of his pants. 

“I don’t need to learn any more lessons from you!!!” Derek shouted, instantly wishing he hadn’t as doing so left him panting and gasping for breath. 

He hardly had room left for air, the most fundamental thing! How could he possibly…

“Yes, you do,” the maintenance worker disagreed as he reached around Derek’s left side and pulled his arm back. 

“W-what're you… D-d-doing?!” The thirty-three year old panted out as Matt reached around to his other side and pulled his right arm behind him as well. 

Derek wanted to resist, to put up a fight, but he couldn’t. All he could do was (barely) helplessly wriggle his arms (and breasts and belly,) which had zero effect. 

Within seconds, Matt used his belt to bound his wrists together at the base of his back. This forced the giant preggo to have to lean precariously forward, the bottom of his belly ending up several inches lower than his knees. Derek thought for sure he was going to topple forward and would’ve, had Matt not grabbed tight onto the belt, somehow managing to keep him semi-upright. 

“You know you took enough pills to overdose a cow?” Matt informed with a chuckle, adjusting his grip on the belt so he was only holding it with his left hand.

Derek felt a firm and familiar pressure against his backside, which looked bigger and fatter than ever, sticking out behind him. The janitor’s bare crotch pressed against the fat globes, his addicting cock working its way deep between them, soon applying firm and familiar pressure against his hole. 

Matt leaned over and in, a low grunt popping from the fecund VP’s mouth as he was forced to lean further forward. The maintenance worker took the opportunity to assess his favorite preggos’ mutual handiwork, by placing his right hand on Derek’s pressurized flank. 

“I’ve gotta say, I’m impressed,” he admitted as he stroked the warm, incredibly taut skin. “You and Ben do good work,” he commended as his cock worked itself an inch or so deeper between Derek’s cheeks, really applying pressure against his hole, but not entering it. “But now that means that you and I have some catching up to do.”

Chin squished between his tits, Derek groaned. “Please… Don’t do this!” He begged. 

“Oh, but I have to!” Matt replied. “If Ben got you so good, just imagine what I’m gonna be able to do with all the hormones and other shit still flooding you!” 

“Matt…” 

“I know you’re hungry, so I promise I’ll be quick. This time… Next time, I’ll take my time. It’s a good thing you’re off the next few days, ‘cause I plan on teaching you a lot!” He chuckled as he pushed his crotch forward, finally allowing his cock to enter Derek, who moaned. 

Miserable as he was, he just couldn’t deny how fucking good it felt when Matt was inside him. Damn it.

***

Matt spent the entire long weekend, which had only just gotten underway, with Derek. 

True to his word, he kept their first fuck quick. Quick but thorough. Very much so…

After, he helped Derek straighten up, and then guided him towards his bed. As he did, it looked like another set of full-term twins had just been added to his womb. The massive preggo groaned, huffed, puffed, panted and winced as the janitor helped him sit back against his headboard, his arms still bound behind him. 

“You must be absolutely famished now!” Matt said as he stepped back and assessed his own, most recent handiwork. 

The huge grin he suddenly popped made it clear how proud of himself he was. This, he and Derek’s latest fuck, yes, but really, this preggo overall, was his best work yet! The shoes Whitman so desperately wanted to fill, had just gone up another couple sizes. 

The one-time Fortune500 CEO would’ve been insanely jealous if he saw Derek now, and Matt was only just getting started, with days to go before he planned on stopping. 

“You stay there!” He teased the massive man, who sat/lay there panting, sweating and glaring at him. “I’ll bring the buffet to you!” He winked before turning and heading for the door, still wearing just his shirt, but no pants. 

Had he been able to, Derek would’ve yelled “NO!!!” after him, but he couldn’t with his breasts and belly weighing so heavily on and against him, pinning him down to the bed and back against his arms, hands, and the headboard. While he was in fact still starving, the last thing he wanted or needed right then was anything else inside him, especially not all that food he’d ordered!

But thanks to Matt, in it went. All of it. He made sure of it.

He hand fed his favorite preggo, ensuring he consumed every last morsel of his giant feast. By then, Derek had become a champion eater, both in quantity and pace, but this time, the process was slow. The janitor allowed it to be, only because the thirty-three year old had been so productive that day. 

Back in the beginning, way before Derek had even started to show, Matt had known he’d made the right call going after him. That being said, sometimes, he still couldn’t get over how right he’d been…

Simply put, the CorpaCorp VP somehow continued to shatter all the lofty goals and expectations Matt had set for him. Absolutely fucking shattered. As such, the sadistic maintenance worker decided to set some new ones, figuring he might as well really go for it, while he still had the chance. 

Amazing as it would be, Derek wasn’t going to stay pregnant forever… At some point, probably sooner than Matt was going to like, their first “batch” of kids was going to be born. How soon till the next one did the same, remained to be determined, but in the meantime, the janitor planned on adding at least a few more, and many more pounds to Derek. 

After all, the stubborn VP still had a lot to learn..