Regret, Part 13

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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 lucky enough to get a private room at the hospital. Andrew wondered if he was still on his parents’ insurance. Or maybe Elliott was just such a unique case, the staff wanted to take some measures of secrecy.

Everyone who came in and out was staring at Elliott. Even the doctor betrayed a moment of shock, before he gathered his composure and employed some bedside manner.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you, Elliott: your situation is unprecedented,” Dr. Wilkins was saying. “We don’t have any physicians here who have experience with male pregnancy. And being that you’re carrying multiples, it would be best that we err on the side of caution. I am recommending bedrest until you go into labor. We want those babies to stay inside of you as long as possible. The only times you should be on your feet is when you’re going to and from the bathroom. In the meantime, I will try to contact any specialists who are willing to travel to see you here.”

Elliott was silent as he listened, his lips pressed and his expression unreadable. Andrew looked from the doctor to his husband.

“That’s not possible,” Elliott finally said. “Can’t afford it. I need to work.”

“Mr. Brooks,” said Dr. Wilkins. “You have to realize the seriousness of—”

“Elliott, darling,” a voice interrupted. Andrew looked up to see his mother walking into the room. “Are you okay?”

“We were in the middle of Wyatt’s game,” grumbled Andrew’s father, as he walked in after his wife, dragging along a dirt and grass-stained Wyatt who had snot running from his nose. “Poor kid hasn’t stopped crying.”

“I’m — not — crying,” sniveled the thirteen-year-old, who was clearly crying. “It’s just — I was about to score a touchdown!”

“Yeah, yeah,” said the patriarch dismissively.

“Sorry, Wyatt,” said Andrew with sympathy.

Wyatt sniffed.

“Now what’s going on, what’s wrong with Elliott?” Andrew’s mother asked.

Dr. Wilkins straightened a little. “We were talking about bedrest.”

“Bedrest?” Andrew’s father snapped. “In my house?”

“How is he gonna work?” Andrew’s mother questioned. “Who’s going to take care of him? Andrew has college!”

Wyatt started to moan lowly, even though he supposedly wasn’t crying. Andrew refrained from giving his little brother a smack to the back of the head, instead staying at his husband’s side as he felt Elliott’s body go tense.

“I should give you all some privacy…” said Dr. Wilkins awkwardly, already moving towards the door.

“No,” Elliott cut in tightly. He looked so helpless there, lying back in bed, the sheets pulled up to his chest as his belly practically towered over him. Heaving up and down, and looking massive. He was flushed and breathless. “No, just — they’re leaving.”

Andrew’s father bristled. “We come all this way to check on you, now you’re trying to kick us out!?”

Andrew’s pulse was picking up.

“You are so ungrateful. I let you live in my house, free of charge, eating all our food, you have Wyatt crying—”

Wyatt sniffled pathetically.

“— and now you think you can just —”

“We’re moving out,” Andrew cut him off.

His mother, father, and even his little brother, all looked at him in shock. Elliott’s mouth was hanging open, his eyes wide but hopeful.

And Andrew meant it. “We’re moving out,” he repeated, more to himself. It was a revelation. He didn’t know when things had gone so sour, but they couldn’t do this anymore.

Elliott grabbed his collar and kissed him.

The doctor blinked slowly at the scene, looking very much as though he wanted to leave.

Andrew’s family members’ faces all soured.

Perhaps it had taken too long to finally accept it, but Andrew knew it was time. They were leaving his parents’ house.

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“Your dad was so pissed, I thought he was gonna pop a blood vessel,” said Elliott happily. He was squeezing Andrew’s arm so hard it was starting to go numb.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do it earlier,” Andrew responded, still disturbed by how harshly his family had spoken to his partner. Had they always been so toxic?

Elliott was just giddy even through his fatigue. They had been talking about it for the two hours since Andrew’s family had left. Andrew wasn’t sure how he felt about the move, financially speaking, but it seemed essential for Elliott’s health. And that was the most important thing.

By then it was getting late. They had spoken to the doctor one more time, gotten a bland, but caloric, hospital dinner, then had had the lights turned off. A nurse came by to take Elliott’s vitals every few hours, otherwise they finally had some privacy.

“I’m fucking relieved,” Elliott murmured.

Andrew hadn’t seen Elliott this happy in a long time. “Should have done it sooner,” he mumbled, allowing himself to doze against Elliott’s right breast.

“Andrew,” said Elliott weakly.

Andrew groggily lifted his face. He gazed at the way Elliott was biting his lip, his eyes half-lidded, and his breathing faintly audible.

Andrew knew that look very well. “We’re in the hospital,” he protested, even as his dick perked up.

“This is the first time we’ve had any space in months,” Elliott countered. “It’s impossible to do anything in that cramped fucking closet we sleep in.”

“Someone could walk in,” said Andrew helplessly even as his hands wandered, cupping all he could of Elliott.

“Worth the risk,” Elliott responded, kissing him.

It was delightfully clumsy, Andrew touching and kissing every bit that he could reach of his husband. Helping to turn him on his side.

Elliott held up his pointer finger. “Wait,” he managed.

Then he slowly, arduously, sat up. Andrew helped as Elliott steadily shifted himself to all fours.

Elliott was gasping for breath by then, and needed several minutes to gather himself.

“We can stop,” Andrew murmured, kissing his nape.

“No chance,” Elliott retorted.

Elliott’s position just reacquainted Andrew with how massive the blonde was. Andrew must have acclimated to it; somehow normalized it in his head, what with seeing Elliott so often. But the hospital environment was grounding. Andrew had gotten several peeks at expectant mothers when he'd wandered the corridors. He had seen a woman in labor pacing in the hallway, clutching her pregnant belly which had looked so small. Just tiny. Could that really be full term? Elliott’s belly had to be three times the size of hers.

Even in Elliott’s current position on the mattress, his belly was pressing hard into the bed. It outspanned the length of his thighs, and maybe his arms, connecting hard with the mattress. Sure, this position was better than both of them lying down, but Andrew wasn’t sure it would be comfortable for his spouse.

“Here,” said Andrew, helping Elliott to shift so that he was gripping the headboard. Much better. Elliott was already panting, grinning wearily, looking wicked and hungry, and absolutely delicious in all his massiveness. This slim, supple, overwhelmed little blonde, attached to this massive pregnancy that practically dominated his body. Andrew had done this to him. Knocked him up thoroughly. Packed him to bursting. And here Elliott was grinning, as though he wanted some more. So fucking dirty.

Andrew pressed himself snugly against Elliott’s back, wrapping his arms around him. One of Andrew’s hands cradled Elliott’s belly, while the other clutched his left breast. Andrew realized that Elliott’s hospital gown gave him easy access.

One of Elliott’s hands joined his on Elliott’s belly, their fingers intertwining. Andrew kissed the crook of his neck.

Everything that followed was a haze of pleasure, Andrew pumping as Elliott arched and groaned. Andrew covered Elliott’s mouth, trying to keep their volume down. But they kept going, tightly gripping the headboard with one hand as Elliott’s belly rocked with each thrust. Bobbing, shivering, as they fucked and melded together.

Andrew’s thoughts devolved to something instinctual; something feral. He imagined, with every thrust, that he was fucking and filling him. Filling Elliott more. Pumping more babies into him. And he wanted it. There was something so truly triumphant about breeding your partner to capacity, and beyond it. Pushing him farther. Packing him until he looked like he might split.

Andrew came harder than he ever had in his life, the both of them becoming lost to the white-hot pleasure, their bodies rigid, Elliott crying out, orgasms overlapping in the best of ways as the surrounding monitors started to go haywire.

“Errghh…” Elliott grunted, his eyes clenching shut. “Mmmghh…”

Something new was starting. Andrew looked over his shoulder, watching as Elliott clutched his belly over the hospital gown.

The gown was shifting. Getting tighter? Andrew found himself staring in shock as Elliott groaned, tilting his head back, his jaw clenching as his belly inched forward. It was almost imperceptible, but Andrew saw it. Elliott’s belly was expanding.

As his body quaked, Elliott whimpered and covered his mouth with his own hands. His eyes were tearing at the corners. His round breasts heaved as he struggled to breathe through his nostrils. Andrew held Elliott and felt as the growth spurt gradually subsided.

“It’s okay,” Andrew comforted, dizzy as he felt. Both of them were still frazzled by the chain of events, but they had to gather their composure. Andrew peppered Elliott’s shoulders with kisses until he felt them relax. Soon the monitors leveled, beeping more steadily as Elliott’s body sagged against him. Andrew felt delightfully lethargic in the afterglow. He could have gone right to sleep.

Instead he found himself marveling at Elliott’s belly.

“God,” Elliott breathed.

Both of their hands were cupping it protectively. Andrew rubbed it idly. There was always that uneasy feeling after a growth spurt, but also something arousing that swelled and overtook Andrew’s senses. Elliott was expanding right before his eyes. Expanding with their children.

“That was nice,” Andrew reflected. For once, their coupling wasn’t terribly awkward. There was no hitting things or bumping into things. There was no freezing up every time they heard late-night footsteps on the staircase above them.

Elliott dropped his head back and closed his eyes.

-

“I know you said you wouldn’t be able to adhere to bedrest. Though that’s against medical advisement, the doctor asked me to stop by,” said Laura, one of the hospital’s physical therapists, who seemed to be trying her darndest not to stare at Elliott like he was a circus attraction. Except for the occasional glances downward, she kept her eyes locked on Elliott’s face. “Why don’t you try out a few of these walkers I brought?” She nodded to three walkers she had lined up by the bed.

“I really don’t think it’s necessary,” said Elliott, who nevertheless, reached out and gripped onto one. He screwed up his face and managed to heave himself up on the second attempt, but then plopped right back onto the bed. Andrew saw the issue, and so did the physical therapist. Elliott’s belly was either too wide or spanned too far. Either way, he couldn’t get close enough to the walker for it to be of any use to him.

Laura frowned to herself as Elliott cupped the side of his belly, panting.

“Those are our largest sizes…” Laura murmured to herself.

Elliott’s belly was massive. It was wider than the rest of his body. As he sat there, it looked like he had a huge ball perched on his lap. Practically squashing him there on the hospital bed.

“I can try to order a custom size –” Laura started.

“There’s probably no point,” Andrew cut in. “He’s, heh, growing every day. By the time it arrives, it won’t matter anyway.”

Elliott’s cheeks reddened. He gazed at his belly in unease.

“Right,” said Laura, seeming at a loss of what else to say.

“Besides, I’m helping him get around,” said Andrew, his shoulders aching just at the reminder.

“Well…um… I’ll have a word with the doctor.” Laura flashed an awkward smile, looking from one young man to the other, before shuffling the papers on her clipboard and walking out of the hospital room.

“When am I getting discharged already?” grumbled Elliott as he struggled to ease himself against his pile of pillows. He managed to sprawl back, gasping for breath.

Andrew shrugged. “You know they take forever. I think the doctor said he wants to do one more exam just to make sure everything’s okay.”

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