Stuffed Pt. 1

Based on a story I found on Deviantart. I spoke with the author and they kindly gave me permission to use their amazing tale for something MPreg related. Things are gonna get pretty intense...

By

Brimmingbelly04

Based on Pregnant, Stuffed, and Desperate for Labor

By moo9731 from Deviantart

Part One

"Before we sign off this morning, I just want to take a moment to temporarily say goodbye to and congratulate my friend, Aaron," Marissa smiled into the camera as she reached over and gave her co-host's closest hand a squeeze.

"It's a little early for congratulations, but I'll still take 'em," he smiled and nodded.

"For those of you who don't know, Aaron's triplets are due any day now!" Marissa excitedly reminded/informed their viewers. "After today's show, Aaron officially starts his paternity leave."

The co-anchor nodded as he smiled into the camera. "While I'm away, tending to my new family, FL-TV's talented weekend morning anchor, Sarah Wilkerson will be filling in for me, though she won't quite fill the chair like I've grown to! Lucky her!" He chuckled at his own expense as he gave the upper pole of his pregnancy a loving and gentle pat.

"As soon as he has them, Aaron promised to send me pictures of his brood, his words, not mine!" Marissa chuckled. "And with his permission, I'll share them with you all."

"Permission granted," Aaron said, flashing his pearly whites again. "Now before I sign off, I'd like to thank everyone at the station for their support and well wishes. I'd like to thank the kind viewers too. You won't be seeing me for a couple months, but I'll be back," he smiled and nodded again. "Till then, Aaron Matthews signing off."

"And I'm Marissa thomas. Be sure to join Sarah and I tomorrow, when we'll tell you all about the latest and greatest tech trends. As always, thanks for watching Good Morning Florida! Have a sunshine day!"

"And we're clear!" The director shouted a few seconds later. "Great show, everyone!"

"Oh, thank God…" Aaron exhaled, dropping his cheery facade as he pushed himself further back from the desk than his belly had already been keeping him from it.

"You OK?" Marissa asked, eyeing him warily.

"I will be, ooof!" He grunted as he dropped from his high anchor chair down to his swollen feet. "As soon as I… get this… fuckin' girdle off! That and…" he paused to suck in some more air. "Pee!"

"You're almost done," Marissa said with a sympathetic frown.

"Almost…" Aaron grunted as he started waddling towards his dressing room.

"Wanna grab breakfast?"

"Can't. Have a… doctor's appointment. My last!" The triplet-filled anchor exhaled.

"Lunch after?"

"Maybe. Can I text you?"

"Sure. Good luck!" Marissa offered with a smile and a wave as she easily overtook her co-host and headed for her dressing room.

By the time Aaron made it to his, he was full-on panting. After closing the door, he leaned back against it heavily and just stood there for several seconds trying to catch his breath. As he did, he eyed the couch, desperately wanting to sit on it, but even more so, he desperately wanted, no, needed to get his damn pregnancy girdle off! With a grunt followed by a groan, Aaron pushed himself off the door and set to unbuttoning his shirt.

That he hadn't lost any buttons on air was nothing short of a miracle. Enormous and stretchy as the custom-made button down was, the triplets had just about caused Aaron to outgrow it. The station provided him with a generous monthly clothing allowance, but not generous enough to warrant the purchase of another, even bigger custom top, hence the uncomfortable but necessary addition of the XXXL pregnancy girdle.

His OB-GYN, Dr. Robinson had suggested his most pregnant patient get one for the support. The girdle worked as promised, but was a literal pain to put on and made Aaron even more warm than his three growing babies already did, so he didn't wear it often. He hadn't planned on wearing it ever again but very early that morning, he found it necessary after putting his shirt on without it and barely being able to button it.

The girdle did the trick, but getting it on almost made him late. What it didn't do much of anymore was support Aaron's belly, now it constricted it, but that was just what his shirt needed. Mission now accomplished, after removing the custom tent he'd thankfully never have to wear again, Aaron set to taking off the girdle. Mercifully, its removal process proved quicker and easier.

Twenty minutes later, after removing his TV makeup and putting back on his street clothes, a noticeably bigger looking in the belly, Aaron waddled out of the station for the last time as a pregnant man. While he was initially much more comfortable without the girdle or having to worry about losing buttons, the oppressive Florida heat and humidity, combined with his advanced condition, had him seriously sweating and huffing and puffing by the time he made it to his truck.

Another twenty minutes later, when he entered the waiting room of Dr. Robinson's clinic, Aaron's arrival attracted much attention. One half (more than that now) of the area's most popular morning news show, he was used to attention and being recognized. Aaron usually did his best to treat fans/viewers nicely, but he wasn't in the mood to now. He would've liked nothing more than for people not to be watching him but now, even when the camera wasn't rolling, everyone always did, and not because he was "famous."

As he lumbered over to the reception desk, he did his best to ignore the stares and whispers. Aaron was there for his thirty-eight week exam which thankfully, was going to be his last. He couldn't have been any happier before he was done being pregnant. He felt and looked absolutely enormous, which was to be expected carrying large triplets not only to term, but then some. Not that far back in his pregnancy, doctor and patient hadn't expected him to make it this far and yet here he was.

Despite how enormous and tightly packed it was, Aaron's belly had yet to drop, making it look all the bigger and causing him to be perpetually short of breath. Even though they had little to no room left, the triplets remained annoyingly and now often painfully active. His lower rib cage was his newest sore spot, not just from having been forced to expand, but from all the kicks, stretches and punches the area took. While Aaron had enjoyed some aspects of his pregnancy, simply put, he'd gotten too big and uncomfortable to enjoy it or anything else much anymore, but fortunately, not for much longer…

The arrival of Dr. Robinson's VIP and VP (very pregnant) patient had been anticipated, so a nurse quickly came from behind the desk to take Aaron back to an exam room. On their way, she brought him to a gentle stop in front of a scale in the hall and then helped him carefully step on.

"292," she quietly informed once she'd taken her reading, the one Aaron couldn't see with his belly in the way.

292 lbs. Jesus… Before getting pregnant, Aaron, who stood 5'10" tall, had weighed a solid but healthy 215, meaning over the course of the last nine and a half months, he'd gained 77 lbs. One of the first things Dr. Robinson had told him after telling Aaron he was pregnant with triplets, was to expect to get big. At the time, he predicted the trim but muscular, handsome news anchor would gain somewhere in the neighborhood of sixty or so pounds, so obviously, his math had been a little off.

After recording the VP VIP's latest weight, the nurse showed him to his exam room. There, she helped Aaron out of his sneakers, paternity yoga pants and briefs, all of which she set nice and neat on the nearby chair he wouldn't be sitting in (only since he couldn't fit in it) before promising to return following his exam to help him back into them.

Following the nurse's departure, as Aaron waited for Dr. Robinson, he paced the exam room "Winnie the Pooh" style, naked from his widened waist down. As a TV personality, he couldn't help but look in a mirror whenever one was around, so he brought himself to a stop in front of the full-length one hanging on the back of the door.

Bloated right profile facing it, Aaron hiked his t-shirt up under his chest, revealing the rest of his severely swollen abdomen that hadn't already been showing. Thanks to a twice-daily, rigorous regimen with some stupidly expensive but obviously effective lotion, the babies-filled orb was incredibly, entirely free of stretch marks. Blemishes, not so much, but there wasn't a lotion in existence that could've prevented the formation of the dark linea negra running from his protruding navel down to his crotch.

Following some more hyper-critical self-examination and a few more slow and ponderous laps around the room, Dr. Robinson arrived. After greeting his quasi-famous patient, the OB-GYN set to work helping him onto the exam table. Even though Aaron had been having exams performed every two weeks for the past several months, he still didn't like the embarrassing and invasive process, which was another reason he was quite glad this one would be his last.

Once Aaron was in position, Dr. Robinson began the exam by asking him to hike his shirt up again. Using a flexible tape measure, the doctor measured Aaron's belly from the center of his pelvis to right between his bloated breasts, which sat extra full and high atop his huge pregnancy in his semi-reclined position. Next, the OB prodded here, there and seemingly everywhere around the popular newscaster's gravid womb, describing to him what part of which baby he felt where. Finally, Robinson squirted and then spread a copious amount of gel all over Aaron's belly and performed a sonogram, during which the triplets decided they were going to put on a show, causing their carrying father to repeatedly grunt and groan.

"I must say that I'm quite impressed, Aaron," Dr. Robinson commended as sonogram complete, he set to wiping all that gel he'd had to use off. "I estimate each of the triplets to weigh between 7-8 lbs now, which is a very nice size for multiples, so good job!"

"Thanks…" Aaron replied with a roll of his eyes.

Compliments were usually good and appreciated, but not this one… Even if it wasn't how he'd meant it, in so many words, Aaron took what Dr. Robinson had just said to mean he'd grown to be a whale thanks to the three "nicely sized" gremlins packed inside him. Since there was no sense in denying or sugar coating it, Aaron focused on the one thing that could bring about the beginning of the end of his misery: giving birth. Three times…

Mentally and physically, he was ready. Well, sort of… Aaron had done everything he knew of to naturally induce. He'd been eating lands of spicy food, bouncing on his stupid birthing ball non-fucking-stop, and also been having lots of vigorous sex…

Sex was what had gotten Aaron into this situation, so since it was supposed to help get him out of it, he figured why not? It's not like he could get any more pregnant! The last time Aaron orgasmed, not long after he'd had a contraction that had lasted almost a full minute in length. He hadn't had another one after, but he still knew he was close. He had to be.

"Now for everyone's least favorite part of the exam," Dr. Robinson chuckled as he guided Aaron's left leg into the stirrup, then walked around the foot of the bed and did his right.

After spreading the anchor's exposed, ample ass cheeks with a speculum, the doctor worked practically his entire gloved and lubed right hand up his soon-to-be birth canal to check his cervix. Following several awkward seconds of maneuvering his hand around far up inside Aaron, Dr. Robinson finally removed it and sighed.

"Not dilated at all."

"What?!" Aaron exclaimed. "How is that even possible?! I've been doing every and anything I can! I can't do this anymore!" He huffed. "You said so yourself, the babies are… are big!" He nodded. "I'm so uncomfortable! I feel like I could literally pop any second!" He groaned as he threw his head back against the pillows behind it.

"I'm sorry, Aaron," Robinson said. "I know this isn't what you were hoping to hear, but this is pretty common for first-time fathers, not often ones having triplets, I'll admit, but…"

"But what?!" Aaron huffed.

"But despite the size of the triplets, if you still want to have them naturally…"

"I do!"

"Well then you have some more time to go."

Aaron's eyes opened wider. "But…"

"But nothing, Aaron!" Robinson huffed. "You're the one who still insists on having your babies naturally, so see it though!" He nodded. "You've done an excellent job making sure the triplets are happy and healthy, which is evident given their size and your weight gain…"

"Again, thank you!" The anchor huffed as he rolled his eyes. "But…"

"If you'd like to have the triplets today, that can easily be arranged, you'll just need to have a…"

"I am not having a c-section! I can't! I have to get back to work as soon as possible! Not only that, but since it's just me, I can't be down and out following a major surgery!"

"A c-section is surgery…" Dr. Robinson needlessly confirmed. "But it's quite routine and the norm for a multiples' pregnancy."

"I've got the hips!"

"Excuse me?" He frowned.

Aaron scoffed. "What kind of doctor are you if you haven't noticed?! I'm not saying I want to, but I can give birth naturally, the old-fashioned way! I have to!" He nodded. "But I'll be able to 'cause I've got the hips!"

"Your… hips," Dr. Robinson said. "Will help but really, Aaron, I think…"

"I don't care what you think!" Aaron shouted as he tried to get his legs down from the stirrups without success.

Great, another one… Robinson thought. He had so many difficult patients who somehow, despite not having medical training themselves, knew better than he did. They didn't of course… He knew how things would turn out with Aaron: he would be miserable till he naturally went into labor probably sometime in the coming week, and then be begging for a c-section.

The OB-GYN  knew it wasn't ethical, but when he had patients like Aaron, he would sometimes "forget" to offer an induction. It gave Robinson an admittedly somewhat perverse sense of satisfaction. Someone as stubborn as Aaron wouldn't have accepted the offer had he made it, so he just saved his breath aside from setting Aaron's next appointment and saying goodbye.

Aaron left the office not only in a huff, but close to tears, frustrated, mad and upset. With so much suddenly racing through his mind, he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. Just outside the building, waddling as quick as he could so he'd make it back to his truck before he burst into tears,, he almost plowed into someone big belly first but fortunately, they'd seen his ponderous, not too quick approach and got out of the way.

"Aaron?" The guy asked, pulling the pregnant man from his upset reverie.

Aaron looked over at the guy he'd almost bowled down and instantly recognized him.

"Nathan… H-hi."

Nathan was a producer, or had been. He'd been at Good Morning Florida for all of four months before getting canned, none of his segments or pieces particularly popular or well produced. Aaron, along with some of the other producers and directors, thought Nathan's stuff was too light: too cutesy, fluffy and wholesome, even for a morning news program. Nathan was a nice guy, just in a little over his head, including when he'd gone and asked Aaron out one day, just a few before he got the boot.

"Hi," Nathan smiled but then quickly switched to frowning. "Are you OK?"

No, Aaron wasn't, even if it was partially his own doing… The tears he'd been trying to hold back suddenly came flooding out. He really didn't want to then or there, with an audience of Nathan of all people, but before he could stop himself, Aaron was spilling the tea along with more tears.

"Well first off…" Nathan said once Aaron had reached a break and stopped talking to wipe his eyes. "Congratulations! I had no idea you were pregnant?"

Aaron grunted. "Do you live in a cave?"

"No…" Nathan forced himself to put on a tight, small smile. Aaron had never been particularly nice to him. Helpful either… Had he been able to get the anchor onboard and give just a few of his "wholesome" pieces, things would've turned out a lot different for him. "I just don't like to watch the show I was fired from."

"Makes sense," Aaron nodded as he wiped away the last of his tears. "You probably watch the show you work on now."

"Oh," Nathan frowned again. "I'm not in TV anymore," he shook his head.

"No?"

"No. Anyway… You look…"

"Like a fucking whale?!"

"I was going to say good, but…"

"Ugh!" Aaron cut the compliment off with a groan. "Can you believe the doctor thinks I'm nowhere near giving birth? Look at me!" He huffed as he gestured down and around his massive pregnancy, the bottom third of which remained exposed because in his haste to leave, Aaron hadn't pulled his shirt down as far as it went.

"But couldn't you just have a c-section? I know you said you're by yourself but ultimately, wouldn't that make things easier?" Nathan shrugged. "You'd have the babies now, and…"

"Obviously you weren't fully listening to me!" Aaron huffed and rolled his eyes.

Nathan forced himself to smile again. What he'd ever seen in Aaron, he didn't know? The guy was a real piece of work… A conceited jerk to put it mildly. Everything was all about him, all the time.

Suddenly, a rather twisted thought came to him. During his brief stint at Good Morning Florida, he remembered Aaron being able to eat an uncanny amount of food… He'd made this discovery when he signed the anchor up for the local hotdog eating contest at the fair, much to his dismay, but unexpectedly, Aaron had gone on to win the entire competition with ease! The handsome, toned anchor had relished in his win on camera but as soon as it stopped rolling, he eviscerated Nathan in front of everyone around, complaining about how much work he was going to have to put in at the gym to undo the "damage" he'd just done.

"Funny we ran into each other today…"

"Yeah, I guess," Aaron grunted.

"I'm working at a doctor's office now," Nathan nodded towards the building they were standing in front of. "Office manager…" he sighed.

"Oh… Congrats?"

"Thanks. Anyway, I've come to know how these doctors can be," Nathan continued. "I've also come to know a lot of pregnant people and a few of them in positions similar to yours,  told me something a doctor never would," he shook his head.

"Oh?"

"Got any room left in there?" He asked, nodding at Aaron's belly.

"Does it look like it?!" The anchor huffed. "I'm packed full!" He huffed again as he pushed down on the top of his pregnancy to show how little give it had.

"Exactly," Nathan nodded. "All baby."

"Babies. Three of them!"

"Right," he nodded again.

"Glad we're on the same page. What's your point?"

"It's not mine," the former producer clarified. "But from what I've heard from other moms and dads I talked to who had trouble going into labor, if you put more in your belly, the baby or babies have nowhere to go but down and out," he shrugged.

"More what?"

"Food! A lot of it in a short period of time, and sometimes it takes a couple tries but several people told me it worked for them!" He nodded. "After winning that hotdog eating competition hands down, I'm sure you wouldn't have any trouble."

Aaron rolled his eyes at the mention of the stupid contest. How he'd consumed forty-five hotdogs in less than thirty minutes, he still didn't know, but surprisingly, it hadn't been that hard… What had been was all the extra work he'd needed to put in at the gym after, but…

"Being in that stupid competition might finally pay off…" he realized aloud. "If eating a lot once or twice is all it takes me to go into labor, I can do it," he nodded before grunting. "Shit… Thanks, Nathan. I never expected to get good advice from you!"

"You're welcome," Nathan smiled, even though he wanted to smack Aaron across his smug, handsome face.

"I know where I'm off to next. The store…"

"We should probably exchange numbers!" He quickly suggested.

Aaron frowned. "Why would I…"

"In case you need any help with anything. Or in case I hear of something else from a patient that might help?" Nathan shrugged as he pulled out his phone.

"Wow…" Aaron shook his head as he did the same. "Where were all these good ideas when you were at the show?"

"Ha…"

After they exchanged numbers, the former co-workers went their separate ways. As Aaron slowly continued towards his truck, he felt a little better, slightly less dejected, anyway. Surprising as it was to admit, running into Nathan had been just what he needed. What the former producer had suggested made sense: there was no room left at the inn that was Aaron's belly. If he made it so there was even less, like Nathan said, the babies would have nowhere to go but out.

Wedged behind the wheel, Aaron briefly thought about going and getting several packs of hotdogs. They would be quick and easy and God knows he could wolf them down, but even though the contest at the fair had been over a year ago, he still hadn't quite gotten back his taste for the all-American favorite. He also didn't feel like stopping at the store so instead, he called in three large meat-lovers pizzas.

Forty minutes later, the pizzas arrived. Aaron had just gotten out of the shower to get the rest of the gel Dr. Robinson had missed off, and had hastily thrown on a t-shirt and pair of shorts, neither of which provided nearly enough coverage, but he didn't care. He was on a mission.

When he opened the door (doing so carefully as to avoid hitting his tremendous pregnancy,) Aaron found the delivery guy standing there in shock. He followed his gaze down to his belly, almost half of which was exposed. Above his triplet-filled orb, Aaron's "twins" were really putting the elasticity of the shirt to the test, his large prominent nipples really jutting through the fabric since he hadn't bothered putting his bra back on.

"Thanks," Aaron said as he accepted the pizzas, resting them atop his belly in front of his breasts as he handed over a twenty for the tip.

Bulging eyes darting from breasts to belly, the delivery guy took the bill with a shaky nod. Still staring over his shoulder, he headed back for the elevator.

Over the course of his pregnancy, Aaron's food intake had increased quite a bit. It wasn't by accident the triplets had grown so big. Most of the weight he'd piled on over the last several months had gone to his belly, though some of it had been distributed elsewhere, mainly his ass, hips and needless to say, chest. Prior to unintentionally getting so knocked up, Aaron had been pretty meticulous about what he ate since he had to keep himself camera-ready at all times, but coming to be so pregnant took a lot of energy so whether he meant to or not, he almost always seemed to be eating.

Being in such good shape beforehand helped him handle his pregnancy as it progressed. So did the fact that as Aaron had pointed out to Dr. Robinson, his hips were naturally wide. He'd heard more than once that he had "child-bearing" hips, often when a guy he was hooking up with was fantasizing about putting a baby in him while they fucked. Aaron had never considered such commentary to be a compliment, but at least his shapely hips and ass would come to serve him well, and soon if this worked…

Aaron took the pizzas into the living room and set the stack on the coffee table. As soon as he plopped himself down on the couch, legs spread wide so he could lean in over his belly, he opened the top box and dug in. The pizza looked, smelled and tasted amazing, so he was happy with his choice. He'd meant to turn the TV on to keep himself occupied but didn't notice he hadn't till he'd already polished off half of the first pie. As soon as he realized how much he'd quickly consumed, Aaron also realized how full he felt.

Better get used to it, he told himself as he rubbed his taut belly with his pizza-free hand, hiking his shirt up a little further. It's gonna get worse before it gets better, but it'll be worth it.

Reinvigorated, Aaron powered through the rest of the first pizza. By the time he finished, his stomach, which had been painfully cramped to begin with, was even more so. He was incredibly full and found himself having a hard time breathing. The triplets took up so much room now that big as it'd gotten, Aaron's stomach and lungs simply didn't have enough room to expand any more within his bloated abdomen.

And he still had two large, meat-loaded pizzas to go… With a groan, Aaron pushed the emptied box aside and opened the second. When he saw and smelled the next pizza, he groaned again.

This is gonna be a little harder than I thought, but I can do it, he told himself. I have to, he added as he reached for his second first slice. I'm already a fucking whale, and whales eat a lot, so keep going!

Easier said than done… It took Aaron over twice as long to finish the second pie but eventually, he did. He was panting, moaning, groaning and sweating profusely by the end, as he clutched his sore, bloated belly. Somewhere around his tenth slice, he'd rolled his shirt up under his chest to try and cool off, but it hadn't helped. Aaron didn't care that he'd gotten grease and sauce all over himself, he just cared about not passing out from being so stuffed, with more still to come.

The sight of the third pizza genuinely made him want to puke but if he did, all his hard work stuffing himself would've been instantly undone. Aaron obviously needed a break though, so he leaned back, still clutching his packed gut. Under his hands, he suddenly felt the mound start to change shape, and not just from his change position or his rapid, shallow breathing…

Looking down and out beyond his chest, he watched, grunting as all three of the babies shifted. Slowly but surely, they seemed to be working their way lower.

While undeniably uncomfortable, the process was simultaneously relieving… As the triplets slowly descended, putting a great deal of additional pressure on his hips, a great deal came off his lungs. For the first time in a long time, Aaron was able to take a full breath!

Had he been able to, he would've jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to see the change, but since he doubted he'd be able to get off the couch at the moment, let alone jump, he stayed put, forcing himself to lean back forward and eat the third and final pizza in its entirety. With each slice, no, each bite he consumed, Aaron swore he could see his middle continue to expand…

After eating some ten pounds of pizza, he found himself in need of another break. Aaron leaned back on the couch again and gently rubbed his aching gut for ten minutes before finally deciding he was ready to see the damage he'd done. With Herculean effort, he slowly and awkwardly got up off the couch. The moment he was back on his swollen feet, he really felt the change…

Not only did he feel heavier, now that the babies had dropped, the distribution of his vast bulk felt slightly different. Palms of his hands pressed hard against his deeply arched lower back, Aaron slowly waddled to the bathroom to check himself out.

"Woof!" He grunted as he took in his profile view in the mirror.

His belly looked bigger than ever, because it was, but also because of its change in shape. It wasn't almost perfectly round as it had been till then, now it looked more like a teardrop. An enormous teardrop, that hung low enough to push the front of the waistband of his "stretchy, comfy" shorts lower still. While Aaron was now able to breathe easier, his middle was more pressurized than ever…

Instead of from seemingly everywhere, the pressure now seemed to mostly emanate from the bottom of the orb. Taking his right hand from his back, he cautiously ran it over the area, genuinely afraid that anything more than the most gentle touch would cause it to rupture, Aaron explored his once again altered, biggest swell… It had absolutely no give and was warm to the touch while internally, he felt that one of the babies' heads had come to rest squarely within his pelvis, finally applying some pressure to his stubborn cervix.

Uncomfortable, stuffed, and bloated as he felt, Aaron also felt jubilant and reinvigorated. This was going to work! Thank you, Nathan!

Some ten minutes later, still in the bathroom, still in front of the mirror assessing the latest changes to his body, the soon-to-be father of three realized he might've jumped the gun a bit… Though he'd literally packed himself with an alarming amount of food, he'd yet to have a contraction. Just the thought of consuming any more made Aaron feel like puking again, but he desperately needed this to work…

Yes, the babies had finally dropped, and yes, he felt like he was about to pop, but no, he hadn't had a much needed (and strangely desired) ontraction! Aaron might've finished three pizzas, but apparently, he wasn't done yet…

He lumbered into the kitchen and went to the freezer, from which he pulled a gallon of Rocky Road. After stopping by the utensil drawer and grabbing a spoon, Aaron returned to the couch, where he strangely derived almost equal parts pleasure and pain from the additional onslaught of food. After just a couple chews each spoonful, the ice cream slid down Aaron's throat, into his packed stomach, forcing it, and his midsection as a whole a little further out each time.

Eyes practically glazed over, the soon-to-be dad managed to choke down all the ice cream. As soon as he did, he collapsed back against the couch, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a contraction, hoping it would be a powerful one. When not even a measly one occurred ten minutes later, Aaron considered going back for more food, but couldn't… He didn't think he could move, let alone fit anything else in him. Even though his lungs had more space, he couldn't gully fill them, his overloaded belly rapidly rising and falling with each breath.

Not only was the off-duty news anchor uncomfortable, his babies were too… Despite their lack of space, the triplets continued to kick and squirm, trying to find/make themselves more room. As he sat/lay there, pained as he was, Aaron became sleepy as he was overtaken by a food-induced coma. But even as his brain began to shut down, he remained overwhelmed by many sensations, pleasured and pained…

Audible growls and groans emanated from his stomach as it worked to digest all the food that'd been forced into it. As he drifted off, Aaron's hands continued roaming his midsection, trying in vain to soothe all the fetal and food activity coming from within. Eventually, the gluttonous preggo passed out, his pizza sauce and grease-stained belly rising high above and in front of him.

While they're dad might've fallen asleep, the triplets had not… All three continued to rebel against the confines of their increasingly cramped quarters. They kicked and stretched almost non-stop, warping Aaron's belly all throughout the night he somehow managed to sleep through.

When Aaron woke early the next morning, he did so in a haze. It took him several minutes to come to his senses. Once he had, he almost felt like he was hungover from his binge eating the previous day. Eventually, with much difficulty, he sat back up. His belly encompassed his lap, looking and feeling bigger.

When he stood, Aaron felt heavier. That wasn't necessarily anything new, but it'd been some time since he'd really noticed a big difference. Slowly, he made his way back to the bathroom. As he did, his belly gave a few more garbled sounds, and still felt very stuffed but not as painfully as when he'd passed out the night before.

Back in front of the mirror, it was hard to compare his belly now that the triplets had dropped and its shape had changed, but it was unmistakably bigger. Aaron's previous stretch mark-free orb now sported a few faint ones, which he wasn't happy about but were bound to appear after all the pounds of food he'd so rapidly packed in. Not happy about the stretch marks or the fact the binging hadn't produced a contraction, Aaron grabbed his trusty lotion and got to rubbing.

As he did, he noted an ongoing discomfort low in his belly as it pulled down. The lowest baby was putting a dreadful amount of pressure on Aaron's pelvis and yet he smiled. He'd done it!

Well, not quite, but at least the process of getting the three residents out of his womb was officially underway. The triplets and his belly as a whole had grown as a result which wasn't ideal but honestly, Aaron didn't care because this was going to work.