Regret, Part 14

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Summary: Elliott thought that getting massively pregnant was a fun idea, but ends up regretting this decision. Idea submitted by NLH.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Elliott was given one more checkup before discharge.

“All the numbers look good,” Dr. Wilkins was saying. “All the babies look great. They’re all a healthy size – you don’t usually see that with multiples. All that being said, I really do think you should consider staying here at the hospital for the remainder of your condition.”

Elliott again declined. Andrew was nothing but supportive. They could handle this, at home.

As the doctor frowned, a nurse came by, whispering something in his ear as she handed him a tablet.

The doctor frowned down at the tablet as he touched the screen, broadening whatever he was reviewing. He then looked back at Elliott and Andrew, blinking.

“We’ve made an unexpected discovery,” said Dr. Wilkins, again glancing at his tablet screen. “During the last scan, we seem to have discovered a sixth fetus. This one was hard to spot, it was tucked away between Baby C and…”

Andrew’s brain seemed to stop working. Everything that followed turned to static.

“Wait…what?” Elliott’s voice snapped him out of his reverie. “Just — h-how?”

The doctor frowned. “Typically, it’s rare that we would miss this type of thing, but given the circumstances…” he went on.

They were having six–six–babies? That was one more than expected. Five more than intended. Andrew’s mind was reeling.

“What–the fuck.” Elliott was freaking out.

“Five, six, not much of a difference,” Andrew’s mouth started to work on autopilot. Even though he couldn’t figure out how this would even work out, schematically speaking. How the hell were they going to look after five, let alone, six babies?

“Sometimes…these things just happen,” said the doctor lamely. He too was out of words.

As Elliott hyperventilated, Andrew rubbed his shoulders. It shouldn’t have surprised him. There was always something. Andrew tried to breathe through it.

An extra baby.

Dumbly, he stared at Elliott’s massive belly.

-

They took the first apartment they saw. Elliott didn’t have the energy to see others. And Andrew didn’t have the time.

It was small and worn, but it was on the ground floor, so Elliott wouldn’t need to deal with stairs. The neighborhood was nice enough, and the two finally had a decent bedroom of their own. Not some closet under the stairs Elliott could barely fit into anymore.

Moving was an exhausting process, but they did it in a day. Andrew managed to again drag their belongings to the car. After selling all the stuff in their last apartment, they didn’t have much left in terms of furniture. Just a few things leftover, as well as a thick boxspring and two firm mattresses stacked atop it. It was probably for the best they didn’t have the frame anymore. Andrew had doubts it would have been able to support Elliott’s weight by then.

“We should be able to get a cheap couch at the thrift store,” said Andrew tiredly, as he dropped himself across the bed beside Elliott. Their new apartment was about an hour away from his parents and fifteen minutes farther away from campus, but it was still better than the prior situation. Or, he hoped it would be.

Elliott was staring off. Between the shock of the additional baby, the fatigue of moving again, and the uncertainty about living independently, he had been quiet most of the day.

“I have a little savings,” Andrew tried to assuage what was sure to be Elliott’s foremost insecurity. “We’ll make it work.”

Elliott visibly swallowed. “I have to keep working,” he said weakly.

Inexplicably, Elliott was the breadwinner now. The income from his modeling job was the only way they would be able to afford rent in the coming months. On top of that, his employment was entirely dependent on their babies staying inside him. They didn’t have much time. Andrew couldn’t imagine how overwhelmed his husband felt.

Yet everything was riding on Elliott. Elliott, and the babies inside of him. Had they made a complete mess?

“I have to save money like crazy,” Elliott said. “Get as much work as I can. Maybe I can even talk to some other agencies. And I’ll ask Jeffrey for more shoots.”

And then what? Andrew wondered. This one bedroom wasn’t big enough for them plus five – no, six – children. But it was all they had. They had to make it work. They could apply for some benefits; see what they were eligible for. Anything was better than the stress of living with Andrew’s parents.

“Oww.” Elliott winced, suddenly cupping his left breast.

Andrew’s eyes automatically observed. Elliott’s tits were round and plump. They looked so full. Andrew wondered if they were sore.

“I can’t believe I’m…” Elliott trailed off, wrinkling his nose. “Well, I should’ve figured. You’re no help,” he added accusatorily.

Andrew smiled. It was a welcome distraction from their many worries. “I can help you with that,” he offered amiably.

“Stop,” Elliott chastised him. He shifted with effort, pushing himself further upright against his pillows. “The nurse said if I stimulate them, they’ll keep producing. And, well — growing.” He looked ill at the concept, frowning down at his perky, perfect D-cups.

“More food for the babies,” said Andrew.

“Eugh, no,” Elliott protested. “I know I’m pregnant, but I’m not taking things that far. I mean, I’m still a man.”

Andrew continued to gaze thoughtfully at his spouse’s chest. “Elliott…do you know how much formula we’ll need for this many kids? I think you’re gonna need to, well, help. Besides, there are supposed to be tons of health benefits in breast milk.”

“Gross,” said Elliott, but in a feeble way that revealed he knew he was losing this. He threw his arm over his eyes. “I can’t believe my life,” he whispered.

“It won’t be so bad,” said Andrew, his gaze trailing down to Elliott’s abdomen. “I think at a certain point, the maternal instincts will kick in. Like with women.”

Elliott just mumbled some obscenities under his breath. His huge belly was stretching out the T-shirt he had on, one of his arms clutching the orb, as though to support it somehow. His thighs were spread, his massive belly looking as though it was pinning his body there.

As much weight as he had put on, the rest of Elliott’s body was still rather narrow. It made his condition look all the more preposterous.

And his tits were perfect. Round and fat, sitting high on his chest. Hardly drooping at all despite his wearing no bra. Plump Ds, his nipples bulging prominently. Constantly swollen and erect, practically demanding attention. Andrew salivated just looking at them.

“They look pretty full,” Andrew noted, shifting closer to his husband. He reached out. “Here, let me—”

Elliott quickly folded his arms over his chest, protective of the mounds. But then he winced and cursed, dropping his arms again. He groaned, his legs kicking out fruitlessly beneath the weight of his belly.

“Seriously, let me help,” Andrew laughed.

“You’ll just stimulate them…” Elliott trailed off as Andrew kissed the crook of his neck, steadily moving downwards.

“Elliott?” Andrew asked.

“Fuck,” Elliott breathed, as Andrew’s kisses continued to migrate downwards, persistent but meticulous. Elliott twisted his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “Yes. Fuck, just—” Elliott groaned as Andrew got to his chest. In a fluid movement, he pulled up Elliott’s shirt then went back to kissing Elliott’s cleavage, slowly making his way to the nipple.

“Mmmghhhhh…” Elliott groaned against the palm of his hand.

“We’re not at my parents’ place anymore,” Andrew supplied. “No need to keep quiet.”

Elliott squirmed as Andrew started to suck. Elliott arched his throat and whimpered, running his free hand over his face as though he was struggling to hold it together.

“Tastes so good,” Andrew noted, his words muffled on soft, warm skin. He wondered if he was stimulating them. Well, he knew he was. He was sucking them and making them bigger. The thought gave him a thrill.

“Oh, we probably shouldn’t,” Elliott yammered, even as Andrew did. “Oh, this is a bad idea. Fuck, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Suck them. Suck my tits,” he begged.

Andrew did.

-

Elliott was up a cup size by morning.

Andrew was certain of it.

They must have been DDs.

But Andrew said nothing. Even though he couldn’t seem to stop staring as he leaned back against their rickety dresser, sipping his coffee.

Elliott was continually adjusting his clothing, sometimes wincing when he reached his chest. His nipples must have been sensitive. They were really sticking out.

But his plump breasts were hardly noticeable past his enormous belly. He looked completely unbalanced at his size, but somehow he managed to hold himself up with a belly practically the size of a beach ball bulging out from his torso.

He did have a plump ass. It looked perky and juicy, but Elliott was otherwise slim. He had been that stereotypical twink. Blonde and narrow. He was flushed and panting even standing there against the wall after the mere exertion of getting up and dressed. His blonde fringe was deliciously disheveled, a bit of sweat beading on his forehead. Andrew had turned him into this. Blew him up. His body screamed with the evidence of how thoroughly Andrew had fucked him.

“Are you listening to me?” snapped Elliott, grimacing and clutching his enormous swell.

Andrew came out of his reverie. “Yeah,” he lied. “You said you had to…”

“I have to go to my parents’ house,” Elliott mumbled, looking uneasy. “To pick up my new insurance paperwork. Can you drive me over?”

-

“This is a bad idea,” said Andrew, after they had pulled into the driveway of Elliott’s childhood home.

“It’ll be fine,” Elliott responded, not meeting his eyes. “I’ll make it quick.”

Elliott, in his present state, was perhaps the antithesis of ‘quick.’ “You should let me talk to them,” Andrew suggested. Elliott’s last conversation with his parents had decidedly not gone well. “You can just wait in the car.”

“No Andrew, they’re my parents. It’ll be fine.” Even as Elliott said this, he looked terrified.

“El—”

“Just wait here,” said Elliott as he opened his car door. “Please,” he entreated.

Andrew resisted the urge to help him, instead watching as Elliott struggled to get out of the car. Elliott grunted as he maneuvered, rocked, and shifted, until he had managed to heave himself up.

After he took a moment to gather his bearings, he waddled up the walk. He was wearing a hoodie and an oversized trench coat he couldn’t hope to button. Instead his belly bulged out prominently, unobscured by the layers. Whatever Elliott had been trying to do to subdue his appearance had failed.

Elliott struggled his way onto the front step, his face contorted as he stood there panting and clutching his orb. He reached out to ring the doorbell, and then waited, straining from just standing there.

Andrew watched the front door open. There was a moment of stunned silence.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” shouted Forrester’s voice. That was Elliott’s father.

“Oh, Elliott,” Annette said weakly as she stepped onto the porch, gazing at her son with wide eyes.

Elliott started. “I just —”

“How dare you show up here!” his father snarled. “You have no business here. I want nothing to do with you, you freak!”

Elliott looked mortified.

“You disgusting, perverted, freak!”

Andrew had already gotten out of his car. He could see Forrester turn and walk back into the house, leaving Elliott on the doorstep with his mother.

Elliott was hunching over, groaning and sobbing as he clutched his belly.

“Elliott,” his mother cried.

“I’m fine,” Elliott choked out. His belly shuddered visibly.

Andrew hurried over, holding onto Elliott to steady him. “He just needed to pick up the updated insurance paperwork,” he said.

Annette sniffed, and gave a jerky nod, her face pale as she continued to gape at Elliott’s massive, quaking orb. But she gathered herself and turned, hurrying into the house. She returned shortly after with some papers in her hands. “Here,” she handed them to Andrew, who tucked them under his arm.

“Thanks,” said Andrew. He rubbed Elliott’s back as Elliott continued to groan and clutch his lurching orb.

“Your father’s right,” she said softly, gazing at her son.

Elliott managed to look up, both he and Andrew staring at her in shock.

“You made a fool of us,” Annette went on. “We only wanted the best for you, and this is how you repay us? I love you Elliott, but how could you? Making a mockery of this family?”

“We are your family,” Andrew said. He nodded to where his hand was cupping Elliott’s belly. “Your grandkids.”

Annette took a shaky breath. “I can’t even talk to him looking like this.” She gestured harshly at her son’s warped body.

“A-Andrew.” Elliott grunted as his belly gave a forceful jerk, like a fitful beast.

Giving Elliott one more horrified look, Annette shook her head, stepped back into the house, and slammed the door.

As Andrew helped his husband back to the car, several neighbors emerged from surrounding houses, all of them staring at the scene.

“Elliott? Little Elliott Brooks?” called a middle-aged man, looking baffled.

“Errgghhhhh...” Elliott groaned, arching and struggling, his fingers wrenching at his sweater as his belly trembled like it might tear right apart.

Ignoring their spectators, Andrew did his best to help his husband into the vehicle.

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