Competitive Pt. 2

Things take a (maybe) unexpected turn... Illustration to follow...

Competitive

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part Two

Nothing got any easier or more comfortable for Josue or Fletcher in the days that followed. Every day, everything got a little bit harder, more tiring and more challenging as they and their babies continued to grow.

Despite all the increasing challenges, etc. the guys continued to push themselves as much as they could, but eventually, they were forced to stop. After they both passed their due date, Josue and Fletcher's doctors decided enough was enough. If they didn't naturally go into labor five days past their due date, they would be induced.

When Patrick's boyfriends found this out, initially they were relieved. Finally, they could see light at the end of the tunnel… Their relief was short-lived though because now, they both had questions…

Had their competitor's doctor made the same call, or would their pregnancy be allowed to continue to proceed?

Did potentially needing to be induced mean they'd succeeded in going their baby big enough to have won?

Yes, the other doctor had made the same call. If neither of them went into labor naturally before then, Josue and Fletcher would be induced on the same day, at the same time.

Possibly/probably being induced had come to be a necessity if either were to have a chance of naturally giving birth to their now enormous babies. That being said, who had won this ridiculously insane competition remained to be determined.

Given the fact they'd both quite literally grown to be fierce competitors, it wasn't much of a surprise that Fletcher and Josue both remained pregnant. Even with the end of their ordeal in sight, neither one of them backed down, using every remaining second they could to get their babies as big as possible. As much as they wanted to, they simply couldn't stop or throw in the towel now…

After the babies hadn't arrived when he'd been told to expect them, Patrick started losing interest in the competition for himself he'd created. It certainly didn't help that over the last few weeks, he'd taken a great interest in one of his company's newest hires: a handsome, smart and svelte twenty-four year old named, Gregory. While his name may've left something to be desired, nothing else about Gregory did, quickly enamoring his new boss.

To be fair, Patrick had tried to keep it in his pants till he ended up back inside either Josue or Fletcher, but Gregory proved too tempting. The kid was sexy, smart and as Patrick came to find out, also incredible in bed. Despite his best intentions to "remain faithful," the man nearly twice Gregory's age had succumbed to temptation and brought his newest interest to spend the evening with him on his boat docked at the marina. Soon, one thing led to another and Patrick was pounding away inside the twenty-four year old…

He was doing so again the following morning when he got a text from the clinic letting him know the time had come for Fletcher and Josue to be induced. As he read the message, Patrick's cock twitched inside Gregory, causing the much younger man to moan and groan and buck back against him.

Thrusting in and out, long and hard as he typed, Patrick messaged the clinic back telling them to keep him in the loop. Once the text was sent, he tossed his phone aside and then grabbed Gregory, who was taking him doggy style like his life depended on it, by his tiny little waist, and imagined filling him with a baby… Imagining yet another sexy, competitive and determined young man blowing up with another one of his huge babies quickly did the trick, Patrick (re)filling Gregory's hole with (another) load for the first time that morning.

While Patrick was fucking a new, potential, unknown competitor, at their respective homes, his hopeful, hyper-fecund beaus, were both getting their days off to their now usual starts: stuffing themselves again, after of course first emptying their constantly full and squished bladders. Josue and Fletcher had both been told to report to the clinic at ten o'clock sharp, giving them a few hours to fill. They could've/should've filled the time trying to relax and get themselves in a better headspace to prepare for the day ahead, but they both chose to fill it filling themselves, one more time…

As an already huffing and puffing Josue lumbered out of his building to meet his Uber, he didn't hear her do so, but his driver gasped as she watched him slowly and ponderously approach… To say he was a sight, was an understatement. After one final, quite literally gut-busting breakfast (during which, he almost entirely cleared out his loaded fridge,) Josue had taken a "quick" shower and then once again, stuffed himself, this time into clothes that could barely contain him.

As he neared her minivan, his Uber driver almost forgot to hit the button to open its right sliding door as she looked from Josue's almost half-exposed, enormous pregnancy down to her own. The thirty-something year old woman was expecting her second child in a week, who her doctor expected to weigh more than 10 lbs, but suddenly, she didn't feel whalish anymore because her latest passenger's belly was easily two and a half times the size of her own. Maybe even three.?!

Josue just barely managed to greet her after just barely managing to toss his bag inside the minivan and then cram himself into the right captain's chair in its second row. As he did, his heavily pregnant (in her own right) driver, just silently stared back at him in the rearview mirror as he truly struggled to simply fidget, almost entirely overwhelmed by his own mass. The now truly enormous daddy-to-be was red and sweaty, his huge, engorged breasts (that also put his shocked driver's to shame,) wobbling and bobbling as he fumbled over and around them and his belly (of course) to get buckled up.

Over at his apartment, after having stuffed himself one last time, Fletcher stuffed himself into a bra, his biggest tarp of a t-shirt, and his most massive (and stretchy) pair of so-called "yoga" pants. Huge as the garments all were, they were all still ill-fitting, leaving a lot of bulging skin out on display…

The top third-plus of his humongous ass cheeks (each now the size of a giant, Christmas ham) popped over the top of his pants severely strained waistband. His so taut it shined, stretch mark-riddled lower belly, which his own stunned ride-share driver guessed had to contain triplets, bulged almost obscenely out in front of Fletcher as he approached his full-size SUV.

It took both of Patrick's boyfriends twenty minutes to get to the clinic, during which they tried but failed to catch their breath and get into a better headspace. Josue and Fletcher were now both so anxious about giving birth, they hardly remembered why they'd gotten themselves so pregnant to begin with?! Prior to that, they'd been so focused on the competition, neither of them had actually given much more thought to marrying Patrick, but that would prove to be a good thing, at least for one of them…

As their rides pulled up to the front of the clinic one behind the other, over at the marina, Patrick was fucking Gregory for the third time that morning. Their most recent tryst took place in the shower, where they'd moved following their second go, supposedly to clean up.

"I wish I didn't have to leave…" Gregory pouted as Patrick soaped his back following the completion of their third act. "This has been great!"

"Yes, it has," Patrick agreed as he pushed his fingertips firmly into the younger man's shoulder blades, a little more than gently massaging them. "But who said you have to leave?"

"No, one I guess?" Gregory giggled. "But you're leaving, so…"

"So you stay. I'll be back in a few hours. Just hang out and relax."

"While I try to recover!" He giggled again before going back to pouting. "Can't you stay with me?"

Patrick shook his head. "Unfortunately, I have an important… meeting I need to attend."

"For what project?" Gregory asked. "Do you need me to come? I can…"

Patrick had forgotten they worked together. He should've come up with another excuse,but it was too late for that now. "Just something I've been working on on the side. It's not a big deal, but the meeting is important enough I need to go to at least see it started."

"Oh?"

"I won't stay for the whole thing," he continued. "You know how long meetings can be, and something tells me this one's really going to drag on…" he sighed.

"Stay as long as you need," Gregory said, hoping he sounded responsible and respectful, feeling the need to prove himself to the older man, not knowing he was playing with fire. "I'll be fine."

"I know you will," Patrick replied before planting a kiss on the right side of his neck. "Now soap me up 'cause I really do need to get going."

"Yes, sir!" Gregory grinned and giggled as he turned around to face him, happy to have his hands all over the older man again.

*****

Back over at the clinic, the mutually perspiring and struggling for breath, Fletcher and Josue, had just extracted their bulky selves and their bags from their rides. As soon as they saw each other, their eyes bulged almost as much as their bellies now did.

Something or someone had to be fucking with them because once again, their pregnancies were the exact same size?! Well, sort of… Both bellies were obviously far larger than they'd been some four and a half months ago but once more, seemed to have grown at the same shocking rate!

"You've gotta be… fuckin' kidding me?!" Fletcher huffed out as he pointlessly tugged at his crop top of a shirt as he stared in utter disbelief at Josue.

"There's just… there's no fuckin' way?!" His competitor muttered to himself, shaking his head in equal parts shock and dismay.

Their now gigantic bellies and significantly chubbier faces were where the same changes to occur to the guys ended. Once they got over the initial shock of seeing each other and how similar they still somehow looked, they started noticing how the other's body had otherwise changed… Only very few times before had Fletcher seen anyone with the tits the size Josue's, who'd never seen anyone with hips so wide or an ass so hugely protruding as Fletcher's!

Had their faces not remained relatively the same, Patrick's fecund boyfriends wouldn't have believed they were looking at the same "other man?!" As Fletcher and Josue stood there staring at each other while cradling what they could of their bellies, they both realized something that was as insane as it was disturbing…

While certain parts of their bodies had developed quite differently than the other's, what would win them Patrick's hand: the size of the huge baby presently residing in their enormous belly; was probably going to come down to a difference of just a few ounces. Mere ounces after they'd tried their absolute best to outdo the other, both of them having packed on well over 100 lbs in the process.

The guys' staring contest came to an end when four nurses came out from the clinic to bring them in. All four of the medical professionals had seen and treated Josue and Fletcher over the course of their pregnancies so none of them were surprised by their size, but it was pretty jarring to see them at the same time. It made all their differences and similarities all the more apparent, not to mention the fact they were each only pregnant with one baby all the more absurd!

After taking a few moments to do some staring of their own, the nurses broke into pairs. One in each steadied the extra-wide, extra-reinforced wheel chair, while the other helped their patient into it.

Given how significantly his hips had widened and how ridiculously "ample" his ass had become, wide as his "chariot" was, the arms of Fletcher's wheelchair had to be removed in order to accommodate him, making him feel more like a fattened pig than ever before. Had the arms of his chair been any higher, Josue's breasts would've out spanned them but instead, they sat so high atop his belly, they went to either side of his head, making him look like he had three (two of them being exaggerated bobbles.) Even if his baby didn't stop consuming way too much, given the size of his carrying father's tits, it was safe to say it would continue to be well/overfed once it started nursing.

After each nurse tasked with pushing the wheelchairs had made very slow and wide turns, the motley crew headed inside. The two other nurses definitely lucked out, having been assigned the much easier task of carrying Josue and Fletcher's bags in for them.

Having both grown too big to drive, the guys were going to have to arrange transport home that included a carseat… The "lucky" one, the winner, would be fortunate enough to have Patrick's help. Or so both of his boyfriends still thought…

*****

After getting all suited up like he really was going to a meeting, Patrick headed for his car. He still had every intention of going to the clinic, but as he started making his way, he found himself making a detour…

Following his sex-filled morning, Patrick found himself quite hungry, so he stopped at his favorite diner. Not only did he want to fill his (visibly non-existent) belly, he wanted a drink, which he knew he'd have no problem ordering despite the early hour.

As a general rule, Patrick didn't drink too much or too often, but when he really needed to think, he found a drink or two tended to help. When he got to the diner, he stayed in his car for a few minutes… As he sat there, engine idling, he grabbed his phone from the seat next to him and opened a locked folder in his photo gallery.

He took his time looking through the pictures he'd secretly taken during Fletcher and Josue's midpoint check-in. In no rush whatsoever, Patrick thoroughly inspected each image, trying to will himself to be as excited now about the competition he'd created as he'd first been. Try as he might, even as he imagined how much more different his guys were going to look when he next saw them, Patrick just couldn't get back into it…

Thinking back, he honestly couldn't say how or why he'd come up with the admittedly insane competition, other than that sometimes, he liked to use the mountains of money he had at his disposal to "jazz things up," if only for himself… Patrick knew he was a catch and at one point, had considered Josue and Fletcher the same in their own regards.

That being said, he couldn't say he felt the same anymore. The more he thought about it, the more Patrick realized he might never have? Maybe, he finally had taken things too far? He needed a drink…

Two Screwdrivers (it was still the morning, after all,) didn't help. When they didn't have the intended effect, Patrick switched to coffee, hoping some caffeine might do the trick. The only thing it did though was negate the slight buzz he'd developed, so he paid his bill, exited the diner and went back to his car.

Back behind the wheel but still in his spot, Patrick debated… The more he thought about it, the more bad and almost guilty he felt about what he'd done. While at one time, he really had loved both Josue and Fletcher, he knew longer knew if he loved either, let alone the babies the guys were carrying…

What Patrick did know was that what he'd made the guys do had been incredibly shitty and selfish, but obviously, it was too late to take any of it back now. As such, even though he very much considered going back to the marina and summoning his captain to sail him and Gregory away from this mess, Patrick put his car in drive and headed to the clinic to try and sort it out instead.

How he was going to do when he got there and saw first hand what he'd caused, he didn't know? He could choose to (finally) man up and go through with the legally binding agreement he'd had his lawyer draw up, or, he could just say "fuck it," and go back to Gregory, who wasn't the answer either, but at least offered some much simpler fun.

Neither was a good choice and whichever one he made, Patrick now realized he'd go on to hurt people. Fortunately, all the money he had tended to not only make things "better," but cause any problems he didn't want to deal with directly, to simply disappear.

Whatever he decided to do was more likely than not, going to cost him a lot, but Patrick could just go and maker more money and then just forget about everything he wanted to. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Fletcher or Josue…

*****

This time, after they'd both been helped into their gowns, neither Fletcher or Josue asked for them to be tied up. Neither bothered because even if they'd wanted, the biggest gowns the clinic had were too small to close over their enormous pregnancies and other "assets."

The guys were already hot and sweaty from their trek to the clinic, so after trying the gowns on the right way, both opted to put them on backwards. This embarrassinglyleft their bellies and breasts all out on display, but at least allowed them to start cooling off before things really heated up…

As they sat there propped up in their beds waiting for their doctors and Patrick, Josue and Fletcher once again silently faced each other. With so much to look it, it didn't seem right to pretend to be interested in their phones, so they just stared. Fletcher was immensely grateful his breasts hadn't bloated up as huge as Josue's till he realized he was now several inches taller than his competition while sitting, thanks to the many inches that'd been added to his ass.

While most definitely not a fan of his ginormous rack either, Josue was incredibly grateful his ass hadn't positively exploded. It was going to be hard enough to get his baby out without it having to pass through all the "extra cushion" Fletcher now sported. He was also grateful to see his competitor had developed just as many stretch marks as he had, both of their bellies positively obliterated by the squiggly, angry looking lines. Their same size pregnancies also shared a dark linea negra, which vertically bisected them from their crotch to just above their navels, both of which looked like giant turkey timers popped far out in front of them.

The doctors arrived before Patrick did. The medical professionals explained the induction process as they readied the necessary drugs. Josue and Fletcher were both administered a high dose of Pitocin to get their overdue contractions started, as well as a somewhat counterintuitive mix of muscle relaxers, which the doctors said were necessary to hopefully allow them to stretch as much as was going to be required, which needless to say, was going to be a lot.

As the drugs were injected, the doctors warned their incredibly pregnant patients to expect long and difficult labors. Not only did first(ime fathers usually take a while, Fletcher and Josue's babies were each expected to weigh more than 25 lbs, so it went without saying they had much stretching, straining and pushing in their futures.

While they waited for the Pitocin to kick in, final measurements were taken. As had incredibly been the case four and a half months ago, once again, belly measurements were identical. Patrick's now enormous boyfriends had each piled on another 73 lbs, bringing their gains to 152 lbs apiece. Their pregnancies both measured in at an astounding 55 weeks with twins. That neither Josue or Fletcher had given themselves gestational diabetes was just another "amazing" feat their bodies had proved capable of performing.

After belly measurements were taken, their legs were raised and their doctors performed quick internal exams. Amazingly, neither of them were even a centimeter dilated yet. When it came to long and difficult labors, the guys had been anticipating as much for some time and had therefore been constantly reminding themselves that the extra, extra effort they were going to have to put in, would be worth it.  One of them was going to finally snag Patrick…

*****

The guys were as ready as they were ever going to be for their long and painful day. They thought it would get off to a quick start following their huge dose of Pitocin, but some forty minutes later, both were still waiting for their first contraction, as well as the arrival of their shared boyfriend…

The doctors suggested they get up and walk (waddle) around to help get things moving along. Neither Fletcher or Josue wanted to, but since they were getting sick of staring at each other, they begrudgingly complied.

For an additional, lofty sum, Patrick had arranged for the clinic to be closed to other patients for the day, giving he and his boyfriends free reign. After their respective doctor and nurses helped them back onto their swollen feet and ankles, the guys lumbered out to the hall, each wheeling along their portable IV stand. Josue and Fletcher made wide turns in the opposite direction and then slowly headed off, each flanked on either of the bulging sides by their nurses.

The clinic was a free-standing building, built in the form of a big square. Each time their cumbersome paths crossed, Fletcher and Josue both willed themselves to straighten up a little more, thrust their bellies further out in front of them, and attempt to move a little faster. They were still competing after all, and neither wanted to show the other any sign of weakness.

Halfway through their fourth lap around the building, slow as they were moving, Patrick's boyfriends were both panting and sweating profusely. Screw weakness, each was ready to call it quits the next time they made it back to their shared room but first, their paths crossed one more time in the lobby.

As they approached each other again, now at a very slow and breathless lumber, they tried to give each other demeaning looks to psych the other out. They both ended up psyched out, not by the other, but by Patrick, who suddenly waltzed into the clinic like he owned the place (which he kind of did, for the day, anyway.)

Not expecting to be greeted right at the door by his now ginormous boyfriends, the impeccably dressed business man came to a dead stop right between them. As he looked from one to the other, Patrick felt like he was going to be sick, suddenly more psyched out than Fletcher and Josue combined.

Finally, he saw the results of what he'd thought would be a fun and interesting competition… Patrick had never seen anyone so pregnant in person, let alone two people at the same time, both of whom were carrying just one of his children, despite looking like they were each carrying three.

"Pa-trick!" Josue huffed out, forcing a big grin onto his severely flushed and sweaty face. "You're… here!"

"Hey… baby!" Fletcher panted, not about to let Josue claim all of his boyfriend's long overdue attention.

"Baby…" Patrick repeated slowly as he looked back and forth between the guys again.

Just saying the word made him want to gag, to say nothing of the sight before him. Patrick knew what he'd asked of them and that given their super competitive natures, had fully expected both Josue and Fletcher  to really try and win and yet somehow, he hadn't been expecting this…

Usually the epitome of calm, cool and collected, Patrick found himself almost entirely dumbstruck. Simply put, despite knowing full well they had, now that he was seeing the results, he couldn't believe the guys had gone through with it?! Patrick knew he was ridiculously handsome, successful and wealthy, making him quite the catch, but was he worth ALL THIS insanity?!

Both wearing now very strained smiles on their red, sweaty faces, Josue and Fletcher continued standing there with their bellies and breasts thrust "proudly" out in front of them. As their shared boyfriend (and nurses) continued to gawk, both got the sense something suddenly wasn't right, but neither could put a finger on it…

Both silently told themselves Patrick was just surprised and excited. How couldn't he be? What he'd somehow convinced the both of them to do, literally for him, was pretty… impressive (?) after all, right..?

The guys also told themselves that they were excited too, even though the truth was they just wanted to get back to their room and start getting their overgrown babies out of them. As Patrick continued to stare back and forth between them, Josue and Fletcher both eagerly anticipated what he'd say next, neither expecting what that ended up being….

"I…" Patrick started again, his voice uncharacteristically quiet and a bit shaky. "I… I can't," he shook his head. "This isn't right," he concluded as he shook it some more.

"What isn't right?" Fletcher asked, fighting to keep the smile on his face, especially as he felt an (extra) unpleasant bloom of tension forming in his strained, overburdened core.

"All of this! Everything!" The older man replied in a huff as he moved his gaze from his giant belly, down and back to his monstrously wide hips and ridiculously protruding ass.

Josue let out an anxious huff of a laugh, drawing his attention. "What're you… talking about?" He smiled as he took his left hand from his belly and moved it up to cup that gigantic breast before giving its enormous nipple a tweak.

Patrick couldn't help but grimace as he watched "the show" Josue was quite blatantly putting on for him. He knew the incredibly busty younger man intended for it to be, but he didn't find it remotely sexy. Once more, Patrick felt like he was going to be sick… What the hell had he done?!

Undoubtedly, it was going to cost a lot to get himself out of this mess, but it would be worth it. Now frowning, one more time, Patrick looked back and forth between the most pregnant people he'd ever seen, then shook his head as he lowered his gaze to the floor, easily able to see his own feet, unlike them.

"This was a… a bad idea," he finally admitted, needless to say, a little too damn late! "A really bad one."

Fletcher huffed. "But it was yours! And these…" he shouted as he gestured between himself and Josue. "Are YOUR babies! We did this FOR YOU!"

Josue wasn't about to be outdone, not now… "I dunno about him!" He shouted as he flailed his right hand at Fletcher, doing his best to ignore the pressure building inside his bloated form. "But I thought this was crazy from the beginning!" He reminded as the pressure he was trying to ignore made both of his now super sensitive nipples tingle and start to leak. "But I still went along with it 'cause I love you! Or, I mean…" he trailed off as he wiped at the nipple he was still inadvertently tweaking. "I did…"

"But you don't anymore?" Patrick asked, sounding slightly more like his usual, confident self as he looked up and back over at him.

"I don't know anymore?!" Josue shouted again. "You made me COMPETE for you!"

"Yeah!" Fletcher chimed in again as he pushed as hard as he could against his widened, aching, rounded left him. "Who the hell does that?!"

Patrick chuckled before countering, "The real question you should be asking is, who the hell goes along with it?"

As soon as he made his rhetorical query, he frowned a little harder as he took in the disturbing view before him… He'd ruined them, both Fletcher and Josue. Absolutely and without a doubt, even with all the money he now planned on throwing at them to make them and their/his babies go away, which would be enough for each of them to have as many sessions with a personal trainer as they could dream of, as well as a good deal of cosmetic procedures (including some now much needed nipping and tucking,) neither man would ever look close to the way they had before they competed so fiercely over him.

And whose fault was that?! A little bit of everyone's.

Patrick obviously shouldn't have made Josue and Fletcher compete for him at all, let alone in such a ridiculously ludicrous manner, but to be fair, neither of them should've agreed to! There was more than enough blame to go around and ultimately, they'd each have to pay in some way or another… Fortunately for Patrick, he'd only have to do so financially. Once he had, he'd be able to go on with his life and forget all about this, other than to remember to never do something so insane and horrible again.

"Because of you, both of us did this!" Fletcher reiterated, his teeth now tightly clenched as his insides began to churn in a very unpleasant and unfamiliar manner.

"You'd have to be blind not to see that!" Patrick replied with a roll of his eyes.

All this time, the nurses had just been standing there… All four had stepped back from their patient but remained close should their sudden assistance be required. Given their profession, all of them were used to seeing and being part of some pretty stressful situations, but not had even been witness to something like this! As they silently took everything in, the nurses all felt like they were in the audience of "The Jerry Springer Show" (R.I.P. Jerry) or maybe, more accurately, "Maury," because Patrick was about to declare himself "not the father!"

"So what are you saying?" Josue demanded. "You had a bad idea… So what?" He shrugged.

"So I don't want to be a part of it anymore," Patrick shrugged back.

Fletcher snorted. "Too bad you have to. We all signed that agreement!"

"Which can easily be undone," his "boyfriend" shrugged again. "This isn't the first bad idea I've ever had," he admitted.

"Please tell me it's the first you've had that involves people's lives?!" Josue groaned.

"The literal creation of life!" Fletcher added.

"Oh, of course!" Patrick nodded. "I'm not an idiot… I always learn from my mistakes so I won't be doing this again!"

"I should hope not!" Fletcher scoffed as he continued to rub at his hip, his other hand now rubbing that side of his tense belly. "You're gonna be married to one of us soon!"

"No, I'm not," Patrick shook his head. "Don't you get it? The deal is off."

"What?" Josue frowned.

His "boyfriend"/potential husband (or not) nodded. "I'm not going through with it," he said firmly but evenly, like it wasn't that big of a deal. "My lawyer will get in contact with both of you and make the proper arrangements."

"Proper arrangements?!" Fletcher huffed.

"Don't worry…" Patrick replied with a roll of his eyes. "All four of you will be well taken care of," he said as he looked between the guys one last time, shook his head and then turned and left.

"Ohmygod…" Fletcher said quietly once the clinic's sliding door had closed behind him with a resounding thunk. "Ohmygod! What the…"

"He left!" Josue shouted. "He left us! Like this!" He gestured down and around himself before bringing his hands to the lower hemisphere of his belly and cradling what he could of it as he stared down beyond his huge tits as the mound in shock and dismay.

"W-what are we gonna do?" Fletcher asked, feeling tears starting to form, even though he strangely felt a sense of relief.

No one spoke or did anything for the next few minutes. Everyone just stood there and stared, the guys down at what they'd done to themselves, now for no apparent reason; the nurses at them, feeling sympathetic, but also like Josue and Fletcher had gotten what they deserved for being so stupid, selfish and above all, competitive.

Eventually, Josue broke the awkward silence. "I wanna go back to the room," he quietly told his nurses, both of whom helped get him moving again.

"Me too," Fletcher told his helpers.

They helped him turn so he and his now former competitor headed back to their room in the same direction. Even though they'd yet to give birth, the competition was obviously over and Fletcher and Josue were both losers.

"You know… he's just gonna get his… lawyer to try and… pay us off!" Fletcher huffed out once they'd made it back to the room and his massive ass was propped on the closest side of the bed, deeply compressing it. He wanted to lay down, but needed a break before he'd have enough energy to make the transition.

"After all this, it better be a lot!" Josue grumbled. "But it probably won't be… You know we're total idiots, right?"

"Oh yeah…"

Once they'd regained enough breath and energy to fully transition back onto the bed and into the stirrups, the doctors returned to check the guys again. Fortunately, they came bearing some good news to help take some of the sting Patrick's unexpected departure had caused: all that walking had started opening the guys up.

According to their doctors, Fletcher and Josue were both now at three centimeters. Neither one of them had had a contraction yet, and both felt closer to popping than ever, but finally, progress was being made. To keep it going, the doctors suggested more waddling, but the guys declined, now feeling as mentally exhausted as they were physically getting.

All the competitiveness they'd possessed was gone. Any fear of showing a sign of weakness to the other was all but forgotten as they tried to come to terms with their new shared reality: both of them were going to be single dads of now pointlessly overgrown, truly enormous babies.

The guys spent the next hour moping in bed with their legs up high and wide around their bellies. Even though they'd both sweated up a storm during the waddle around the clinic, Fletcher and Josue were both being kept hydrated by the IV in their arm. That coupled with their heart bellies towering over them, putting even more pressure than usual on their cramped bladders, eventually forced Fletcher to inform his nurses that he needed to pee.

One of them retrieved a handheld urinal from the nearby closet and offered to hold it for Fletcher (since he couldn't reach around his belly) so he could relieve himself without actually having to go to the bathroom. Tempting as the offer was, the bottom-heavy preggo still had some dignity left, so he wouldn't allow himself to piss in front of Josue, even if it would've been much easier.

This time, it took both of Fletcher's nurses and one of Josue's to get him back to his feet. By the time he made it to the bathroom, he was profusely sweating again and thick as they were, his thighs shook from the effort it took keeping his bulging, bulky form upright. Still, after being helped down onto the toilet (so he wouldn't make a mess) and settling his fat ass on the seat, Fletcher insisted on being given his privacy, which ended up working out for the best…

Now that the the facilities had been mentioned, Josue felt the need to empty his bladder (again) as well. The very buxom daddy-to-be also required additional assistance getting back onto his feet, but since the room's single bathroom was occupied, and he knew firsthand how long using it could now take, he, his nurses, and one of Fletcher's, all took their time so he didn't break into quite as big of a sweat. That being said, Josue's giant, pendulous tits still swayed from side to side several seconds after the rest of him had come to a stop, just outside the door Fletcher's nurses had both insisted he leave open.

By the time his one-time competitor had been helped up, flushed, washed his hands and very slowly and ponderously made his way out of the bathroom, Josue really had to go. As soon as he dropped heavily down onto the toilet with a grunt, he seriously wondered how the hell Fletcher had managed..? The bathroom itself was big, over half of it taken up by a walk-in shower with two rain heads (presumably so couples could take a comforting shower together while one of them labored, and both of them could keep wet,) but not only was the toilet normal-sized, it had been worked into an odd and tight corner of the room, almost like an afterthought.

The space the commode was in was so tight, Josue had to turn around and back into it, the burgeoning sides of his belly coming dangerously close to touching the handrails located to either side of it. After dropping down onto the seat, Josue realized he didn't have room to spread his legs as wide as he did back at his condo, making him wonder how Fletcher had dealt with the lack of space given his extra-wide ass and hips?

Josue's pregnancy rested heavily in his lap as he shimmied around on the barely adequate (for him) toilet seat, trying to get his dick angled down into the bowl. His enormous nuts (made even bigger by their recent lack of us) made this process additionally challenging, as did the fact that with nowhere else to go, his massive belly shoved his massive, milk-filled melons up so high and hard, they went from leaking to spurting milk. Had he known for sure that Fletcher's huge ass hips had barely fit between the handrails, or that his (comparatively) diminutive tits had also been made to leak, Josue may've felt slightly better, but probably not…

"Thanks" to the warm "milk bath" he inadvertently gave himself and the necessary clean-up following it, he took a good deal longer in the bathroom than his "roommate." When Josue finally emerged, he was bright red in the face, not just from all the exertion he'd been put under, but now also from the rage boiling inside him… Any and all love, admiration, affection, and/or fondness he'd once had for Patrick were all gone.

Josue now hated the man he'd so stupidly agreed to do whatever he had to to try and make him his husband. Now, he wanted revenge… All of a sudden, his competitiveness reemerged with a vengeance. If he was able to make Patrick suffer even just a fraction as much as he'd been forced to over the course of the competition, he was going to do so.

Given his (former?) nature, more often than not, Josue was used to doing things on his own, but not this time… This time, he was more than willing to accept help, even if doing so would mean he'd have to share a victory, something he'd never dreamed of copping to in the past, but it was safe to say, things were different now.

"Can you… give us the… room, please?" He haltingly requested of the nurses once he'd been propped back up against the side of his bed.

The medical professionals all stopped whatever they'd come on to do and quickly looked at one another. Could they give the guys the room? Yes. Were they supposed to? No…

After several silent seconds, during which the nurses all looked back and forth amongst each other, willing one of them to say something, Josue rolled his eyes and spoke up again. "Look… I get you have a job to do, which includes babysitting us, but please!" He begged. "Just give us a few minutes to ourselves, OK?"

One of the nurses cleared her throat and shook her head as she looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, sir… For everything the two of you are going through, and I think I speak for my colleagues too," she said as she looked around at her fellow nurses. "But…"

"Y'all deserve a break," Fletcher chimed in. "You've already been babysitting us for a couple hours now, with God knows how many more to go!" He rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry… We take breaks when we need them,l the most vocal of the nurses assured with a nod.

"That's good to know," Fletcher replied with a nod in return. "But right now, Josue and I need a break, so maybe y'all could either take one yourselves, or at least go wait out in the hall for a few?" He requested with as genuine a smile as he could currently offer.

After taking another cursory look around the room at her co-workers, the nurses nodded and the four of them left. The last didn't close the door all the way behind them, but only left it open a crack, just in case…

"Good job," Josue said to Fletcher once they had the room (relatively) to themselves.

"Thanks…" he replied with a roll of his eyes, less than enthused. "So what's the plan?"

"The plan..?"

Fletcher huffed. "I know you're thinking about something! You don't need a break!"

"The hell I don't!"

"They're not gonna stand out there forever, so if you have something to say, say it now, other…"

"I fuckin' HATE him!" Josue suddenly seethed. "Don't you?!"

"Who, Patrick?"

"Yes, Patrick!!!"

Fletcher grunted. "He's certainly not my favorite person anymore…"

"You do realize that he didn't just toss us away, don't you?" Josue asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is he did so back when he started this whole stupid thing!" He huffed as he palmed his belly which still, had yet to contract, same as Fletcher's. "He created the competition so he wouldn't have to choose between us! If he'd really cared or loved either of us…"

"He wouldn't have done what he did, I know," Fletcher cut him off.

"Right!"

"But he did."

"And he thinks he's just gonna get away with it!"

"Well isn't he?" He snorted. "You and I both know, we're gonna take his money!"

"Oh, of course we are!" Josue nodded.

"So..?"

"So, we're gonna take a lot more than he's willing to give, that's what!' He grinned despite his discomfort.

Fletcher didn't grin, he frowned. "How do you figure that?"

"I'm guessing it's fair to say you're embarrassed, right?" Josue asked.

"Um, duh?!"

"Same… Now are you willing to get a little more embarrassed..?"

Fletcher stopped frowning so hard (but not entirely) as he cocked his head to the right while also getting in on the belly rubbing. "That depends… What do you have in mind?"

"Patrick, ugh…" Josue shuddered at saying his name. "He's sleazy to say the very least… He thinks he can play dirty just 'cause he has boatloads of money at his disposal…"

"Which he does," Fletcher nodded. "Unlike us, which means we can't compete!" He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, but we can!" Josue disagreed. "So long as we're willing to play dirty too!"

"And further embarrass ourselves in the process?"

"Potentially, but hopefully, not."

"And that would get us..?"

"A lot more than he was originally willing to give!" Josue grinned. "So whaddaya say?"

"I say I'm interested," Fletcher nodded. "But you're gonna have to fill me in a little more…"

His former competitor turned maybe accomplice(?) slapped his palms down on his belly as he leaned over it as much as he could and started sharing his plan, he and Fletcher both forgetting for the time being that even with it, they still had a lot ahead of them, including expelling two big heads (and bodies) from their poor asses…