The Janitor Pt. 10

Hot off the press! This part is entirely original, not at all referenced in the Kompera version. Hope you guys enjoy!

The Janitor - Revisited

By

Brimmingbelly04

Based on The Janitor

By

KomperaKlause

Part Ten

***

“Damn it. This guy better freakin’ show!” The young Uber driver groused as he checked his phone again to see if his pickup had at least messaged to say he was coming.

He hadn't, which meant now, he had less than a minute to get to his ride, otherwise it was going to be canceled. If that happened, yes, the driver would get the cancellation fee, but he’d miss out on the good fare. It wasn't every day he got a long ride, so he hoped his passenger showed.

With only seconds to spare, finally, he did. The driver heard him first. He looked up from his phone when through his open window, he heard a combination of heavy footsteps and breaths.

As his gaze slowly moved upward, his eyes widened in shock as they took in the biggest and roundest belly they’d ever seen, pregnant or otherwise. Before he could stop it, his mouth fell wide open.

“D-Derek?!” The young man stammered, eyes drawn to his huge, wobbling breasts as he continued to slowly and ponderously approach his minivan.

All the panting and already perspiring thirty-three year old could manage was a nod of confirmation. The rest of his efforts were concentrated on him making it the rest of the way to his ride.

By then, Derek was all too accustomed to feeling well and truly stuffed, but this morning, following his “necessary” night with Matt, he really did. He really looked it too…

Over the course of one night, it looked like there was now another full-term baby in his already packed womb. Derek really, really wished he wasn't, but he couldn't stop wondering how many more babies the janitor had fucked into him?

And yet, here he was, about to be on his way to get even more pregnant, and this time, he “wanted to,” (at least as much as that was possible.) Now was yet another prime example of how the thirty-three year old still sometimes couldn't even begin to fathom how out of control his life had gotten.

Fuck.

As Derek (literally) rounded the front of the minivan, he took his right hand from his back and placed it on the sloped hood for some much needed, additional support. Hours later, he was still adjusting to his most recently added bulk.

He was also all too accustomed to feeling huge and heavy, and yet somehow, Derek had once more (sort of) inadvertently gone and taken things to the next, asinine and insane level. He honestly didn't know if he'd be able to cram himself into the second row of the minivan, but prayed he'd be able to. Otherwise, the reason he'd spent yet another “productive” evening and early morning he'd spent with Matt, would be lost.

By the time he made it to the passenger side's sliding door, it was already open for him. Derek took his left hand and grabbed hold of it, while his right grabbed the B-pillar. For the next several seconds, he stood there on already throbbing, swollen feet he'd barely managed to stuff into a pair of flip-flops, and took in short gasps of air, sweat dripping off his brows, onto his tits, which were struggling to be contained by the biggest t-shirt he owed.

“Are you alright, man?” The driver asked him, as turned around to (further) gawk at him as his seatbelt allowed.

Still panting hard as his heart (just about the only part of him that could still move quickly) pounded away beneath his now dribbling left breast, Derek looked up and glared at him.

Was this kid special or something?! He had to be because obviously, he wasn't remotely close to being alright!

Derek opened his mouth more than it was already hanging to speak, but no words came out. All that did was too much of the precious air he'd just sucked in… But evidently, the look he gave his young driver said it all, because after looking Derek up and down two more times in rapid succession, he promptly turned forward again and proceeded to silently stare out the windshield.

The massive preggo groaned as he leaned forward a little more, only as much as he dared, and stuck his head inside the van. He immediately groaned again as soon as he registered the vehicle's interior temperature, which would've been considered just perfect by most, but unfortunately, not by someone like him.

“Windows up, and… air… all the way up!” He rasped out as with a grimace, he eased himself back up as close to fully upright as he could muster. “Do what I… say and… don't talk or look at… me, and I'll…” he paused to reinflate his lungs. “You'll get a… no, the… biggest tip, deal?”

“Deal!” The driver readily agreed with a nod, without turning around.

It took a couple minutes and as many tries but eventually, Derek got in the van. Still without looking back (at least not fully,) the driver leaned to the right and powered forward the front passenger's seat a few inches, affording the giant preggo some more room.

As soon as Derek had it, he exhaled and his belly expanded a few more inches in each direction. Though his abs hadn't been visible for months, they were now stronger than ever, thanks to the still increasing burden they had to bear.

The thirty-three let out another groan as he felt the underside of his tremendous pregnancy slide over and then drop off the front of his knees, pulling the rest of him along with it. As this was happening, the driver dared a quick glance in the rearview mirror. His eyes bulged again as he shifted the minivan into drive and pulled out of the lot.

When Derek released the pressure he'd purposely been keeping his abs under to help keep his spine as straight as possible, along with the rest of his belly, his stomach also expanded, gurgling loudly as it did. The CorpaCorp exec quickly sucked in his bottom lip and bit it to keep from groaning in discomfort. As he did so, he very gently placed his hands on the bulging sides of his giant swell to keep it from rocking too much as the van pulled onto the main road.

His trek to Ben's was barely underway and already, Derek wanted it to be over. His stomach grumbled again, this time just as loud as the first.

For the first time in a long time, the unintentional daddy/mommy-to-be's organ wasn't protesting because it needed filling… No, this time, it was audibly protesting because it was upset. Why..?

Because some twenty minutes prior to leaving his place, Derek had crammed not one, but two handfuls of pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry. Since he didn't know which did what, he made sure to down some of each. Too many of each, evidently…

“Fuck me…” he muttered quietly as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

That's precisely what he'd be asking Whitman to do once he got to his place. Derek grimaced at the thought of getting any bigger, but unfortunately, that's what was going to have to happen in order to finally bring things to the end, or at least the start of it.

What a fucking mess. Ugh…

***

About halfway through the ride, Derek's stomach finally settled down. His belly hadn't gotten any smaller or less packed but mercifully, all the babies seemed to have been pacified by the lulling of the van.

But then, as the driver pulled into Ben's driveway and bumped up the lip, several of the thirty-three year old's biggest inhabitants woke up. As the van slowed to a stop, Derek's belly came to life, numerous limbs and noggins pushing out against his tight t-shirt here and there, causing him to grunt.

The young driver, who'd remained quiet and done his best to ignore the biggest passenger he'd ever driven, looked back in the mirror again and couldn't help but stare as Derek tried to settle his quaking orb. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat.

“We're here,” he said as he reached up and pressed the button to open Derek's door. “Do you, uh… need a hand getting out?” He asked, hoping the answer would be no.

Eyes once again closed, Derek slowly shook his head as he continued to rub and gently push various protruding body parts back into place. He sighed as he opened his eyes and looked out at Ben's house.

If things went according to plan, it might be his house someday. Ben's place was nice and had a good amount of room (for most families,) but needless to say, the prospect of living there didn't exactly excite Derek. It was just what he really needed to happen.

“I'll be fine,” he said quietly as he began the very slow and arduous process of extracting himself from the minivan.

Unsurprisingly, it took Derek longer to get out than it had for him to get in. By the time he finally did, almost half his pregnancy was exposed and he was red-faced, sweating and panting again. For safety’s sake, not to mention the fact he suddenly felt very lightheaded, Derek once again used the van's door and frame to brace himself as he searched for his awkward center of gravity and fought to catch his breath.

He still hadn't caught it when he released his grip. As soon as he did, the driver hit the button to close his door.

“Have a… good day? Don't forget about that big tip!” He shouted before starting to back up before the door was fully shut.

Derek rolled his eyes. A promise was a promise though, and the driver had kept his word and left him alone, so he reached into his right pocket and pulled out his phone while his left hand fumbled with the hem of his shirt, fruitlessly trying to work it back into place.

“$50 is more than enough,” Derek said as he added the amount to his ride.

Promise fulfilled, he pocketed his phone again, fiddled around a little more with his shirt, then started waddling towards Ben's front door. Derek had texted just before he left so he knew Whitman was expecting him. What Matt's by far biggest preggo wasn't expecting though was for his second (“hopefully”) baby-daddy to greet him out on the front porch in broad daylight.

Ben looked blatantly pregnant, but he was a mere pipsqueak compared to Derek. Much like the Uber driver's had, Whitman's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his horny “friend,” whose belly was now much bigger than it'd been the last time he'd seen it.

“Woof!” He huffed. “Someone had a growth spurt!”

Bracing his belly as best he could with his hands and forearms, Derek grunted as he neared the stairs. Just before he reached the bottom, Whitman stepped down, reached out and gently placed his hand on the front of his gargantuan mound, bringing him to a wobbly stop.

“No…” Derek groaned, rolling his eyes again. “Gotta get in… side and… sit,” he panted.

“We're not going inside,” Ben shook his head.

The much more massive preggo frowned. “What? I…”

“Things are… particularly chaotic today,” Whitman sighed and shook his head. “But the ladies have it under control. For the most part…” he assured, more so himself.

“Need to… sit!” Derek reiterated.

“I'll do you one better than sitting,” Ben said as he moved to Derek's right and wrapped his left arm around his immensely wide waist, his forearm coming to rest atop the bubbled shelf of the bigger preggo's ass. “You'll be off those feet and laying down in just a minute,” he promised as he started gently guiding him back down the walkway.

“Where are we… going?” Derek asked as he reluctantly allowed himself to be ushered along.

“My retreat.”

“Your…”

“Why don't you save your breath?” Ben suggested with a knowing chuckle. “We're going to the pool house,” he shared. “I haven't worked up the nerve to ever open the pool,” he shook his head. “Maybe when everyone's a little older and more of them know how to swim? Anyway, since I wasn't using the pool house for anything but storage, I decided to jazz it up a little and turn it into a retreat from all the madness,” he explained.

“Only me, the kids presently inside me, and on the very rare occasion, such as now, a special adult guest, are allowed in,” he concluded with a grin and a nod.

Well, shit… Ben had a pool and a pool house. Given how big and nice the house was, coupled with his finances, of course he did, but anyway… It was too bad the pool wasn't open, because taking a dip sounded like an absolute dream to Derek. Almost as dreamy as getting off his damn feet!

While he was listening to Whitman, without realizing it, the pace they were moving at had ever so gradually increased. Derek only noticed when he kept hearing an annoying wheezing sound…

After a few more seconds, the thirty-three year old realized the annoying sound was his own breathing. He felt additionally pathetic, but since he’d already worked up to this (barely) increased clip, he decided to maintain it for as long as he could.

Though increasingly winded, Derek felt a little more inspired when they rounded the front of the house and the hedged and fenced in backyard came into view.

“Will you be good if I let go?” Whitman asked. “Gotta get the gate.”

The massive, huffing and puffing preggo, whose belly was once again, almost half exposed, nodded.

Slowly, Ben pulled away. As he did, Derek belatedly realized how much he'd been supporting him. The moment Whitman's aid was fully withdrawn, the thirty-three year old let out a loud groan as his hands shot from his belly to his now extra deeply arched, aching lower back.

“Fuuuuuuuuck…” he moaned in pained frustration as he threw his head back.

“I know, but don't worry… You're almost there!” Ben said encouragingly as he unlatched, opened and held the gate.

“Thank… God!” Derek huffed, still looking up at the sky.

“Uh oh…”

Uh oh… Simple and overused as the phrase was, all too often, it was underused, and was therefore rarely good to hear. Any hope of its use actually being OK were further dashed if you were someone as “lucky” as Derek had been as of late.

“Uh oh, what?” He groaned as he lowered his gaze and leveled it on Ben.

“It's not a big deal!” The older man quickly assured. “OK, actually, it is…” he amended with an anxious laugh. “Just literally though!” He laughed some more.

Derek groaned again. He had no idea what Whitman was talking about, but already knew he probably didn't want to…

“Fucking say it, already!” He demanded through suddenly very tightly clenched teeth.

“Wow… Someone gets pretty cranky when they're all huge and horny!” Ben teased before realizing he was probably pushing his luck…

Aside from whenever Matt came around to put a few more babies in him, he rarely got to have sex. It'd been years since someone had asked Ben to fuck them… Those very few he “recently” had, he'd had to pay for the pleasure. That, Whitman could easily afford, what he couldn't was missing out on the chance to fuck someone who was more pregnant than he'd previously ever dreamed of being.

“Sorry!” He quickly apologized as he stepped through the gate. “You're just… You're gonna have to sort of… angle yourself through,” he explained. “Jesus… I'm just realizing how big you are now!”

“Well I'm not!” Derek huffed.

“I'm jealous!” Whitman winked, causing him to groan again as he rolled his eyes.

The thirty-three, fecund VP couldn't imagine how or why? He was miserable like this… Why on earth would Ben want to be like him?!

And yet this was the man he was doing EVERYTHING he needed to, to basically stick himself with…

“Fuck… I can't wait till I'm as big as you!” Matt's second favorite preggo admitted with a lecherous smirk.

Derek released a short and dry chortle. “Yeah, you say that now…”

“Actually, I wanna be bigger!” He nodded as he licked his lips. “I'll probably need to hire more help, some just for me…” he realized aloud, which only made his smirk grow. “Think you'll still want me to fuck you then?!” He asked with a series of brow wags.

No, Derek fucking did not. The only reason he could fathom Ben fucking him with his gargantuan belly resting on his back, was because someday, in the not so distant future, that's precisely what was going to happen whether he liked it or not. So long as it didn't result in any more babies being added to HIM, then Derek had no choice but to go along with it.

In the meantime though, he realized he at least needed to act like he was into the idea. As such, Derek forced a smile onto his strained face as he nodded and thrust his belly out further than it already stuck.

“You know it!” He confirmed with a wink as he cradled what he could of his belly again.

“Good!” Whitman winked again. “Now come on through,” he nodded.

Following a loud grunt, the thirty-three year old tottered forward. As he worked himself back into motion, he let his hands return to his giant pregnancy to keep it as steady as possible. Slow as he was moving, now that he was on grass versus asphalt or concrete, Derek quickly discovered that his hands and forearms weren't able to keep things as steady as they (barely) previously had.

Looking out over his belly and breasts, he also discovered that as he closed in on the opening in the fence, he was “rapidly” losing sight of it. Having hardly moved from where Ben had left him, the opening was still a few feet away from the front of his belly and already, his target was falling out of view.

 “You're gonna… guide me, right?” He asked Ben, who nodded.

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna let you pop!” The former CEO promised with a laugh.

Derek wished he would. Morbid as it was to think about, if his too taut belly came in contact with the gate or fence, and a splinter or piece of metal caught one of its bulging curves and applied just a little too much pressure..?

Oh well. Bursting would probably hurt like hell for a second, but overall, it didn’t seem such a bad way to go compared to the alternative (supposedly “naturally” giving birth countless times, via his ass!) But once again, Derek didn’t get so lucky…

Ben successfully helped him navigate through the unseen gate, though there was a casualty… Derek’s shirt caught on the latch.

As he felt it catch and then start to tug, all he could do was hope it got unstuck, but it didn’t. As he kept moving, along with Whitman’s directions, the thirty-three year old heard a tearing sound. The noise increased along with the tugging, and by the time he made it into the backyard, he did so topless, his torn shirt left hanging on the gate’s latch.

Ben gawked. He didn’t bother trying to be the slightest bit discreet. If anyone was accustomed to seeing the very pregnant male form, it was him, but Ben had never seen anyone as pregnant as Derek was, so the sight was quite jarring. Quite sexy too…

Whitman grunted and licked his lips as he rubbed his own belly. Now more than ever, he couldn't wait till Matt got him as big as Derek. No, bigger. Way fucking bigger. Ben couldn't wait till he was so huge, he made the present version of Derek look small in comparison.

He also couldn't wait to fuck the obscenely overpacked and overburdened, now topless man, who was obviously struggling as he slowly lumbered deeper into the yard. Ben moved his hand lower, grabbed hold of his throbbing manhood and gave it a few tugs.

Every time Derek took a step, his fully exposed breasts and belly quaked and swayed. Once again, his huge, dusky pink nipples both started to leak, sending streams of breastmilk running down his sweaty, bloated middle.

“This is gonna be good!” Whitman smirked and muttered as he quickly closed the gate and “hurried” to catch up with Derek.

***

“Oh… thank god!” Derek exhaled as he waddled into the pool house. “Air!”

“I turned it on when you said you were on your way over,” Ben replied as he closed the French doors behind them and lowered the blinds. “Figured we'd probably get a little warm…” he chuckled.

“I’m already… burning up!” The thirty-three year old panted.

“Well then let's get you out of the rest of those clothes.”

“Please!” He groaned.

Without his shirt, all Derek still had on were a short pair of shorts, a jockstrap and his sandals, but he desperately needed to cool down. That and sit or lay down as soon as possible…

With a quiet grunt, Ben squatted behind him and grabbed onto the skintight waistband of his shorts. The elastic was practically glued to Derek, forcing him to really work his fingers in to get a good grip, which he had to make even better as he pulled them down the younger man's hugely fattened ass and thick thighs.

Derek carefully stepped out of his sandals and then his shorts one leg at a time, leaving him in just his jockstrap. Already, he felt a little cooler, but even with now next to nothing on, he still felt like an overstuffed sausage.

Ben grabbed the waistband of the jock and started to pull. While it was tight, it was looser than the shorts so he soon had it down beneath Derek's ass, at which point the pouch started its descent as well. Almost as soon as it did, the massive preggo suddenly grunted in pain.

He hadn't been able to see them in months, so only by feel, Derek knew his balls had really blown up, especially as of late. No matter how much he came (which was up to Matt since he wasn't able to reach himself and therefore, could only cum if the janitor offered a “helping hand” or inadvertently caused him to while he was fucking him,) much like his belly and boobs, the thirty-three year old's balls continued to swell and swell, to the point that each was now nearing the size of a grapefruit.

Needless to say, Derek's nuts had become incredibly sensitive, but since so much (too much, really) of him was so stretched, sensitive and pressurized too, most of the time, the additional discomfort didn't even register.

Most of, but not all of the time, especially not when the huge, heavy orbs were suddenly tugged on hard as not realizing the issue, Ben increased his efforts.

“Waah!!!” Derek yelped. “Stop! They're caught!”

“What's caught?” Whitman asked, still clueless.

“My balls!!!”

“On what?” He questioned as he finally stopped pulling.

“The pouch!”

“How is that even possible?”

“I don't know?!” Derek huffed.

“Well turn around and lemme see,” Whitman instructed.

The vastly bigger preggo complied by awkwardly shuffling his feet to the right. Fortunately, he did so slowly enough to allow Ben, who while much more so than his friend, still wasn't exactly the quickest or most mobile person to awkwardly shuffle back a little himself, narrowly avoiding getting clocked in the handsome face by the belly he was so jealous of.

Once Derek had come to another ponderous, lightly quaking halt, the only thing Whitman saw was belly. Lots of it… Even though he wasn't actually touching it, he felt it too, or at least the incredible amount of heat radiating off of it.

“Holy fuck…” he said quietly.

“What?” Derek asked, his voice also sounding quiet to Ben thanks to the enormous blockages separating them.

“Gimme a sec…” Ben requested a little louder as he angled his head to the right and then forward so he could see under the massive, literally hot mass, to try and figure out what “the problem” was.

He ended up not having to try at all… It took Ben less than the second he'd requested to figure out the issue, which shocked him so much, he lost his already precarious balance.

This caused him to instinctively reach out and brace against the closest thing, which just so happened to be Derek's belly. As Ben's hands landed on it, both men grunted out enough for the other to clearly hear.

“Your balls are fucking massive!” Whitman needlessly stated as he continued to stare in wide-eyed amazement at the indeed, massive orbs.

“Yeah, I know!” Derek huffed.

“Have they always been this big?”

“No!” He huffed again. “I mean they were always a good size, but they weren't like this till recently.”

“Must be all the hormones,” Whitman reasoned aloud. “Shit…”

“So what's the issue?” Derek asked.

“The pouch got all twisted up. It looks like you've got a thong on your balls!” Ben laughed as his eyes moved up some and landed on Derek's dick.

It wasn't the biggest he'd seen. That honor belonged to Matt's monster, but Derek's was sizable and attractive. It was hard to the point it would've stuck straight up had his belly not been in the way, but since it obviously was, instead it stuck straight out above the jockstrap's waistband, right over his bulging balls.

“Woof!” Whitman huffed. “You're so fucking sexy!”

The thirty-three year old grunted and rolled his eyes which of course, Ben wasn't able to see. ‘Haven't heard that in a while…”

“Oh, come on… Matt must tell you all the time!”

Derek grunted again. “He mostly tells me he likes me being such a blimp!”

Whitman laughed. “Coming from him, that means the same thing!”

“You can always count on Matt being nice!” The by far bigger preggo facetiously replied. “Anyway, can you take care of the problem down there?” He requested.

Yes, Ben quite easily could've. Doing so would've required him moving his hands from one bloated part of Derek to a couple others, which he wouldn't mind doing at all, but first, all of a sudden, he had the strong

urge to get his mouth on yet another bloated body part…

“Sure,” he replied. “There's just one thing I need to do first.”

Derek quickly bit his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning in annoyance. “What's that?” He asked, his words notably clipped.

“You'll see in a sec,” Whitman responded as he cocked his head to the right against, liking that angle of approach. “Not see,” he corrected himself. “Feel…” He said as hands still braced on Derek's belly, he ducked further under it, opened his mouth wider, and leaned in.

Derek instinctively jerked his head back when he felt (but obviously didn't see) warm, moist air suddenly quite close to his crotch. “What the…” he started to ask but quickly trailed off when next he felt hair grazing across the underside of his titanic middle.

The next thing he felt was more warmth and moisture, which was immediately followed by even more of both as Whitman wrapped his lips around his dick, or at least what they could take in of it…

“OooOoooh, fuuuuuuuck!” Derek moaned, voice shaking as Matt's other serial preggo's tongue lapped at the underside of his throbbing, engorged shaft.

Whitman moaned around his mouthful. Derek had a few more inches to offer, but they were inaccessible unless Ben pushed and held his belly up out of the way, and he wasn't that strong. Regardless, he was satisfied, because same as fucking asses, it wasn't often he got to suck dick.

As he did, Derek released a loud series of moans and increasingly ragged breaths. He hadn't been on the receiving end of a blow job in ages, so he was thoroughly enjoying this one. Already though, the hyper-fecund thirty-three year old felt his bloated balls starting to churn as his strained sack rapidly grew even tighter.

He wasn't going to last much longer, and Whitman knew it. If there was anyone close to knowing how Derek felt, and how much he needed (and deserved) release, it was the janitor's second favorite preggo. Whitman was all for the massive man he was slowly sucking, getting his bloated rocks, he just didn’t want it to happen down his throat as he wasn’t a fan of swallowing.

Ben moved his right hand from Derek’s belly to his left nut and cupped the orb to better gauge its size. He could only imagine how much backed up spunk it and its slightly larger partner contained. As Ben was feeling his nut up, the utterly stuffed CorpaCorp VP released a noise very unbecoming of someone with his title.

It almost sounded like the moo of a cow. It was deep, guttural and undeniably animalistic in nature. As he “moo’d,” Derek pulsed in Ben’s mouth, the former CEO’s tongue registering the slightly sweet but more salty taste of pre. The gigantic preggo was about to blow…

His load, anyway. Load of semen, to be precise. Not the load of babies it looked like he so desperately needed to.

After giving it one last suck, Whitman let Derek’s dick pop from his mouth. The moment it did, it slapped back against his belly, causing the mammoth preggo to jolt and groan in disappointed surprise.

“Damn it! Why’d you… stop?!” He panted. “I was about to… bust!” He moaned.

“I know, that’s why I stopped…” Whitman chuckled then grunted as he slowly worked himself up to standing, which is exactly what Derek needed to stop doing.

“I really gotta… sit!” He panted, wobbling slightly on his now unsteady, swollen feet.

“Over here,” his host finally relented as he shuffled over to his left side and gently guided him to the closest place he could (somewhat) take a load off.

After Ben helped bring him to a stop, with a loud grunt, Derek turned as “quickly” as he could and dropped down onto a charcoal colored chair and a half, which he promptly filled to capacity. He and the chair both groaned as he grabbed onto the armrests and leaned back, thrusting his boobs, belly, dick and balls all further out in front of him.

***

“Wow…” Ben said as he stepped back and stared.

In a chair meant to very comfortably accommodate one person, maybe two, if they were small and/or cuddling, Derek looked massive. Ridiculously so, especially as all of his orbs heaved and quaked with his labored breaths.

“OoooooOOOooooh…” the thirty-three year old exhaled as he set his hands on his middle and slowly rubbed it. “Why on… Earth would you… ever wanna be… this big?” He asked Ben, who immediately grinned at him like the fiend he was.

“‘Cause I think it would be great!” He nodded enthusiastically. “I think it would be so hot to be at least that huge and full!” He nodded some more.

Derek grunted and rolled his eyes as he continued to rub. He went from staring down at himself to up at Whitman. He knew the former CEO had “issues,” but he’d naively thought that seeing him like this would finally change his mind. Evidently not.

As such, Derek once again found himself questioning his plan. Did he really want to be saddled with someone like Ben for at least the next eighteen years? No, he did not.

Yes, Whitman would provide some much needed financial and child support, but the guy was certifiably insane!

But Derek was out of options. It was Whitman, or be stuck going the road as a single father of God knows how many kids…

“So…” he panted out again, but simultaneously forced himself to smile. “Are you gonna fuck me now?” He asked with a wag of his brows. “I really, really need it!” He emphasized.

He really, really did not, he just wanted to get it over with. That and Derek really, really wanted to get off. His

He really did not, he just wanted to get it over with. That and he really wanted to get off.

Ben set his hands on his wide hips as he raised his brows. He looked at Derek dubiously, like maybe he was reconsidering things…

“Do you really think you’re still up for it?” He asked, sounding as unsure as he looked.

Before he could stop himself, Derek let out a loud, huff of laughter. Where did Ben get off doubting him? He wanted to be him!

“Yeah, I am,” he nodded, forcing himself to keep smiling.

“Wow…” Ben shook his head. “Your hormones must be insane!”

“They really are,” Derek confirmed with a nod and sexy smirk.

His host narrowed his eyes some, like he still didn't believe him. He eyed the younger man up and down a couple more times then suddenly shrugged, making his tits jiggle.

“Alright, then let’s do this.”

“Ohmygod, yes, please!” The thirty-three year old sighed in “relief” as he nodded just as enthusiastically as Whitman recently had.

Ben's brows went back up as his eyes widened and he cocked his head to the left, but otherwise didn't react. “You're gonna have to get up…” he finally said.

“Oh,” Derek frowned. “Right… I, um… I could use a…”

“Damn it!” Ben suddenly groaned. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Derek's frown deepened. “What's wrong?”

“Condoms!”

“What about them..?”

“I don't think I have any out here!” The older man groaned again. “Fuck!”

“That's OK! We…”

“I have some in my bedroom,” Whitman remembered. “Back at the house…” he rolled his eyes.

“Really…” Derek tried again. “I don't think we…”

“I'll go get them while you get yourself up and situated. Take your time, ‘cause I'll be taking…”

“NO!!!” The already stupidly pregnant VP suddenly yelled. “I don't have time!”

“You don't have…”

“No!” Derek repeated, this time in a shout as he braced his hands firmly back on the armrests. “I fucking need it…” he paused as he readied to push. “NOW!!!” He yelled again as with a mighty push from both his arms and legs, he somewhat rapidly heaved himself upright.

The “quick” maneuver left him dizzy and breathless. Honestly, Derek couldn't believe he'd succeeded, but didn't give himself even half a second to relish in his “victory.” Instead, he slowly, awkwardly and shakily turned himself around and then with a groan, leaned forward, placed his hands back on the armrests, and hoisted his right knee up onto the chair.

“Fuck… me!” He begged. “Now…”

“But we…”

“We don't… Need them. You're not… Matt… Pretty sure that… somehow, only he has the ability to… get people even more… pregnant! So, I… I think we're… safe!”

Hands still planted firmly on his broad hips, Whitman let out a grunt as he stared at the truly massive ass in front of him while considering the obviously horny proposition its owner had made.

“No, I am not Matt…” he conceded. “And… You are very much already up the duff!” He needlessly confirmed. “But still… I…”

Before he had the chance to finish, Derek took his right hand from the armrest and moved it back, whacking the bulging side of his belly in the process, which earned him several more internal jabs. As he let out a grunt, both from the commotion and the fact his left hand and arm were forced to take on more of his weight, he took his (more than) hefty right cheek in hand, and pulled it away from its equally plumpened and fattened twin, fully exposing himself, aka, his hole.

“Fuck me now, Benjamin,” he said.

It wasn't a request or a suggestion, it was a demand. To emphasize it, Derek lightly bore down and made his still swollen hole (thank you very much, Matt) wink.

Ben's eyes bulged. “Oh shit!” He said, quickly gulping down all the saliva that had suddenly flooded his mouth.

Screw the condoms. They didn't need them, right? Honestly by this point, freakishly fertile as he was, Ben doubted if even Matt was capable of getting Derek any more pregnant.

Speaking of the janitor…

Despite what his new friend had (sort of) said, he still had a sneaking suspicion that Derek and Matt were still doing it on a regular basis. Every time he saw the younger executive, he was notably bigger than the last, and if anyone knew a thing or two about pregnancy, it was Ben, so he was fairly certain it wasn't just because the babies already inside Derek were still growing…

Of course they were, but Derek was also growing so much, so quickly because the janitor kept adding more babies to his ridiculously packed womb. The quick glimpse he'd caught of Derek's slightly red and puffy, obviously recently used hole, before he released his fat ass cheek and let it wobble back into place, confirmed all of the above.

Knowing Derek was still having sex with Matt much more than he was, made Ben jealous. To be fair, he could now really see why the maintenance worker was such a fan though… Derek’s ass was just so big and round, and looked so breedable. Him winking his hole at him had been the hottest thing the former CEO had seen in a long time, and made his cock throb even harder up against his belly.

On the subject of baby bumps, it belatedly dawned on Whitman that during this particular sexual encounter, he'd have more than just his own to deal with. The last time he'd had the pleasure of fucking someone, he'd been as close to being “between pregnancies” as he'd been in some time…

Following a bit of a dry spell with Matt, Ben's womb had almost actually been empty, but not quite, because never. Anyway, his belly hadn't been an issue like it was going to be now. That being said, big and round as it was at the moment, Ben wasn't about to let it cause him any issues.

Derek's back on the other hand? Well it was about to have to take on a much deeper arch than it already had, because Ben needed to rest his belly somewhere while he fucked the massive, cock-craving preggo.

Seeing as he'd just begged for it (again,) Whitman didn't bother asking Derek if he was ready. Instead, taking his belly in his hands and then hefting it up as high as he could, he slowly started shuffling forward. He did his best to keep himself centered on the fat ass he was about to invade, but despite its size, it quickly disappeared from the fecund, former CEO's view as he approached.

Fortunately, Ben's blind aim was spot on. When he felt his cock work its way into the deep valley between the younger man's southernmost globes, he brought himself to a stop and slowly set his also Matt-filled belly down on Derek. He hadn't even finished yet when the CorpaCorp exec let out another loud groan.

“OoooooOOOooooh, fuck, Ben!” The younger man complained in the form of a follow-up moan as his back took on the deeper arch he hadn't been expecting it to.

“Sorry,” Whitman half-heartedly apologized as he continued to settle himself and his internal brood “Didn't you know this was gonna happen?” He chuckled.

“No. Didn't… think that far ahead,” Derek admitted with a grunt as he leaned over the chair with no choice but to continue accepting his unexpected, additional burden. “Never been… fucked by a… another preggo before.”

“So in a way, I'm taking your virginity, huh?” Ben smirked, his own back experiencing an almost complete sense of relief for the first time in a long time.

“Whatever… Can you just… I…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know how much you need it…” he interjected. “How much you say you do, anyway.”

“What's that… supposed to… mean?” The bigger preggo grunted out as the smaller one (who was still much bigger than most other pregnant people) continued to settle himself.

“It means, I know you lied to me,” Ben said as he reached down and grabbed Derek’s ass and slowly spread it. “I know you’re still letting Matt fuck you.”

Derek didn’t say anything, even as he felt Whitman’s cock work its way deeper between his sweat-slickened cheeks.

“When was the last time?” Ben asked, his tone dropping.

Once again, Derek didn’t respond. Not with words, anyway. He did moan though when he felt the tip of the former CEO’s cock make contact with his hole, which instinctively opened and tried to take it in, but Ben didn’t allow it.

“When was the last time?” He repeated.

“Last night,” Derek replied at just barely above a whisper.

“And you let him put a couple more in you, didn’t you?” Whitman asked with a smug and knowing laugh.

The more pregnant man groaned again, both at the line of questioning he was being subjected to, and because his back was killing him. Derek swore it was about to snap in two… If it did, it might not be that bad? Being paralyzed would suck, but at least he wouldn't have to feel how much being this pregnant sucked more, and if he couldn't move, then he couldn't be expected to take care of all his kids, so…

“Come on, don’t be shy now!” Ben goaded, releasing his right hand’s grip, pulling it back and slapping Derek’s cheek.

“Ooooh!” The younger man yelped. “Yeah, I did, OK? Now can you… Can you just…”

“Why’d you let him?”

“I dunno?!” Derek groaned.

Ben laughed again as he gently stroked the cheek he'd just slapped. “Just admit it… You’re just as addicted to being pregnant as I…”

“No, I'm not!” Derek huffed. “I hate it!”

“Then why do you keep letting Matt…”

“I'm done, OK?!” He snapped. “Last night I just… I couldn't say no! But now I can!” He nodded as he looked back over his shoulder and tried to make eye contact. “Look at me, Ben! I can't take anymore! I feel like I’m about to fucking blow!”

“I’d be able to take more,” Ben said. He was bragging.

The freak, but now wasn't the time for name calling or judging (at least not out loud.)

“Yeah, I'm sure you could!” He nodded. “You're WAY better at this pregnancy thing than me!” He commended, hoping that would help.

It didn't.

“What if I end up putting another one in you?” Whitman asked. “The only babies I wanna have are the ones that I…”

Oh God… Things can't be going off the rails again?! Derek silently bemoaned. Not now!

“You won't!” He shouted again. “You can't, ‘cause you're not Matt!”

Whitman sighed as he kneaded Derek's big butt in his hands. “I dun…”

“Just fuck me, damn it!”

“I'm sorry, Derek, but I just don't think that would be a good idea,” he sighed again as he continued to knead.

Ben had him there. No, this obviously WAS NOT a good idea, but it was the only one Derek had that might in the long run, somewhat help alleviate the mess that was now his life. It might end up (slightly) screwing up Ben's in the process, but oh well, he'd get over it once he was back to being the janitor's biggest and most favorite preggo, which evidently, was going to take some more work on Derek's part, but so be it. He wasn't going to fail now.

Since Ben was suddenly on the fence, then he was just going to have to fuck him. Initially, anyway. Hopefully…

Before the former CEO could protest anymore, or outright change his mind, Derek made it so he could do neither. Gripping onto the arms of the chair as tight as he could, he thrust himself forward with a grunt, and then with another, he “quickly” thrust himself back.

For a brief, terrifying (to Derek) moment, Ben's cock lost its way, floundering and bouncing around between his cheeks, but then its head found his hole again and this time, there was nothing the older man could do to keep the more massive preggo's hungry orifice from sucking him in…

“OoooooOOOooooh… fuck me!!!” Whitman shakily exhaled as despite his obvious reservations, he greatly firmed up his grip on Derek's ass.

“No!” The thirty-three year old countered in the form of his own shaky exhale as he continued to thrust himself back and forth to keep building momentum. “Fuck… me!” He panted.

His entire, bloated body ached, from his severely strained back, his puffy, overworked hole, to his tired arms and legs, but he kept going. Derek literally couldn't afford to lessen his efforts till he was absolutely certain he'd gotten this awkward, pregnant fuck train, out of the station and too far along the tracks to be stopped.

Fortunately, after just a few more, already waning thrusts, Whitman succumbed. After further tightening his grip on Derek's ass, he started matching and then quickly overtaking the younger man's efforts.

“Fuck it!” He growled as he did literally, just that.