Attention- Brimmingbelly Edition (Patreon)

Another story originally by @bigmpregnm he asked me to revamp. I took it from first to third person and changed it from a penis to an anal birth. Think it came out great. Let us know what you think!

ATTENTION 

Brimmingbelly Edition

The moment he arrived at the gym, Chris knew all eyes were on him. Honestly, all eyes had been on him since he left his apartment but inside the gym, the attention he received was more obvious. 

A lot of people would've been nervous or embarrassed to have so many people looking at them, but not Chris. He loved it. Why? Because he was the biggest motherfucker just about anywhere he went (the gym included) and he loved showing off his incredible size and how hot he was. 

That's why whenever he worked out, he exclusively wore singlets. They showed off each and every inch of his massive body better than anything else, allowing everyone to see all of his big muscles in action. Out on the streets, especially if he was only wearing some short shorts over his singlet as he made his way to the gym, Chris knew that a lot of people got intimidated when he walked past, but he didn't mind. He loved that too. 

He didn't consider it fear so much as well-earned respect. Chris thought people needed to appreciate the chance to see such a perfectly shaped and sized specimen such as himself in the flesh. That's what he thought anyway, but unfortunately, wasn't always the case. 

More often than not, if people weren't scared or intimidated, they weren't also recognizing perfection. What most of them were doing was being jealous. People didn't respect or appreciate Chris’ body or all the hard work he put into it, they envied it. Honestly, he couldn't blame them though because he was a freaking beast, freakishly handsome, and had the biggest bulge he'd personally ever seen. Regardless, attention is attention, and if anyone deserved it, it was him. 

Chris had really started bulking up over the last few months. In a short amount of time, he grew a lot… Along with his pecs, arms and ass, even his balls and dick started to grow. Chris didn't know what to attribute the growth of his genitals to, but he loved the look and feel of coming to have the biggest dick and balls around. 

Something else had also grown recently… Chris’ belly. This growth he did attribute to his muscular gains and reasoned it was to be expected. Initially, he wasn't a fan of his growing gut, but as it too grew to eclipse any and all competition much like the rest of him, it just gave everyone else something else to be envious of as it brought him even more attention. 

The first thing Chris did once he got to the gym was head to the locker room and shed his shorts. Once he had, he sauntered over to the full-length mirrors at the end of the lockers to check himself out. As he struck pose after various pose, he of course found himself the recipient of a lot of attention. As he glanced back at them in the mirror, Chris caught more than one guy trying to hide or adjust the erection he'd given them, so what did he do..?

End his “show?” Hell no! No instead, rather than turning his ass to face the mirrors so he could look back at it, Chris turned so the huge mounds were aimed right at the crowd he'd drawn and then leaned forward as much as his huge belly and pecs would allow. After flexing the globes and making them alternately bounce, Chris righted himself with a grunt and turned to face his audience head on, so they could get their best look at his biggest bulges. 

Chris couldn't help but give a cocky grin as he performed. Aside from his belly (which he'd begrudgingly come to accept,) he loved how big he looked and felt. He missed his abs, but the definition of every other muscle he still possessed was second to none. 

As always eventually happened, finally, a couple guys worked up the nerve to approach and strike up conversation with the biggest guy in the locker room. Those who dared to approach started off with small talk, but quickly the conversation moved on to Chris. They asked about his routines, what he ate and eventually, if they could touch? What? Everything, including his belly.

It was weird, but it also wasn't the first time. Far from it, in fact… Anyway, Chris allowed it because he took it as their way of showing how much they appreciated him. That and it felt good, physically of course, but also mentally as he looked down and saw their puny, rock hard dick straining their workout pants. 

“You look and feel pregnant, dude,” one of the guys said. “Like really fuckin’ pregnant!” He needlessly stressed. 

Of course he did. This also wasn't the first time Chris had heard this and even he couldn't deny the validity behind it, but no, he wasn't pregnant. He couldn't be.

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” he replied with a roll of his eyes. “But I'm not. I always top,” he stressed back. “The belly's just a result of the bulk. I'll start cutting soon.”

“That's some fuckin’ bulk!” The other guy huffed, eyes widening as they looked at Chris’ indeed, very pregnant looking belly. 

And with that comment, Chris decided the show was over and said as much. 

“Free show's over guys… You stick around, you gotta pay and none of you can afford me!” He smirked as he stopped posing and paying attention to the crowd, and started adjusting his singlet, which had ridden up in various places during his routine. 

There was no point in doing so because it was just going to ride and bunch up again while he worked out, but since he was the epitome of it, Chris was a stickler for perfection. That being said, as he looked at himself in the mirrors one last time before heading out to the floor, he knew the time to stop growing and start cutting had come. Way past come… 

Not only had his middle gotten a lot bigger than he was mentally or physically comfortable with, while the pregnancy jokes had come to be expected, they weren't appreciated but getting harder and harder to deny. Chris looked blatantly pregnant. Not only did he look due, it looked to be with more than one baby!

On top of that, he'd been having some bad stomach cramps lately, especially the last few days. Chris chalked them up to all the over-eating he'd been doing, which he needed to stop because that morning, one of the cramps had left him breathless. After he'd recovered, he still felt a little funny. Enough so that he thought about not going to the gym, but he was never one to skip out on chest day so he put on his favorite red singlet and off he went. 

Now that his impromptu locker room performance was over, Chris headed out to the floor, where the real show was about to begin… He freaking loved chest day and lately, he really did as his chest had undergone some serious gains as of late. Along with the gains came an unusual increase in the sensitivity of his nipples, but Chris didn't mind so long as he was able to keep working out and keep getting bigger and sexier to keep drawing everyone's attention. 

He was only ten minutes into his workout when he started to feel weird and uncomfortable again. Same as it had that morning and several times the night before, Chris’ stomach started to cramp. Not only did he feel pressure building within it, but also lower down in his guts and back towards his ass like he needed to use the bathroom and it wasn't going to be good. 

It was some twenty minutes ahead of schedule, but Chris sat up and took a break. As he spread his massive legs to accommodate his belly, he rubbed it, trying to ease the discomfort, but it didn't help. The cramping abated a bit but then quickly returned and was stronger than before. Strong enough to cause him to grunt and grimace. 

Quick as he could, Chris tried to regain his composure. Of course, people were watching him and he didn't want to disappoint. As he laid back down on the bench, he figured something he'd eaten the night before wasn't agreeing with him, that's it. Just some indigestion, and gas, because his stomach continued to rumble. 

As it did, the pressure near his ass continued to build. Had Chris not suddenly been worried about hitting himself, he would've let one rip right there on the floor, but he didn't trust his body at the moment. Halfway through his third set of chest presses, the pain, pressure and discomfort became too much for him to continue. 

Forcing a cocky smirk onto his face, Chris sat up with a grunt, took in a couple deep breaths and then stood. As he headed over to the incline bench, he realized his gait felt different… He couldn't put a finger on it but instinctively, he spread his tree trunk thighs further apart as he lumbered the rest of the way to his next station. 

Chris managed to eek out two sets on the incline bench, but they were half-assed at best which needless to say, was unusual for him. He considered forcing one more set out of himself but then smartly decided against it. 

I'm just having an off day, he reasoned with himself. Everyone has one every now and then, even me… I'll make up for it tomorrow, he silently promised himself as he started to get up. 

He didn't make it. Halfway through sitting up, he felt something big and solid shift within him, pinning him back against the bench. 

Fuck, this gas is intense! Chris silently bemoaned. There's so much of it, it's fuckin’ keeping me from being able to bend enough to get up! Guess I don't have any choice but to trust and hope I don't shit myself? He realized, not liking his odds. 

He raised his head from the bench and looked around. Several people were still looking in his direction of course, but everyone was pretty far away and had their earbuds in, so he figured he could go ‘head and let one rip. If it ended up being more than a fart, Chris reasoned he'd have alleviated enough pressure to quickly get to the locker room where his shorts were before anyone noticed. After saying a quick, silent prayer, he went for it. 

As soon as he started to push, he felt movement, but not gas and thankfully, not shit either… No, once again, whatever it was was much more substantial, making Chris groan in pain and frustration as he realized whatever he was dealing with, it wasn't simply gas. 

Not till some sweat dripped into his left eye, causing it to sting, did he realize he was now heavily perspiring, and not from his workout… No, this was a cold sweat, brought about by fear and intense pain. Before Chris was able to get his bearings and try to figure out what to do next, a guy walked over and came to a stop down by his feet. 

“You OK, man?” He asked as he looked at Chris, his handsome, somewhat older face lined with concern. 

Chris had yet to see who'd dared to approach him. He nodded as he reached up and wiped his forehead. “Just some…” he paused to wince and grunt again. “Stomach issues.”

Not that the guy hadn't already noticed the huge hulk's massive belly, but his comment further drew his attention to it. As he placed his hands on his own trim waist, the guy looked down at the giant orb and frowned a little harder. 

“Stomach issues…” he repeated, sounding less than convinced as he furrowed his brow. 

Chris nodded some more as he blinked the rest of his sweat from his eye. “Something I ate doesn't seem to be agreeing with me.”

"Yeah, I don't think that's it…” the guy said. 

He stopped blinking and forced himself to look at him, eyes narrow, surprised some wimp had the audacity to contradict him like this. Chris knew his body! This guy… 

Wasn't “some wimp.” He was actually big and strapping, almost as much as Chris himself… The older guy also had muscles for days, none of which were as big as his, but all of which were impressive nonetheless. Laid back on the incline bench in pain, Chris couldn't say for sure, but the guy might've been taller than him by an inch or two. Chris couldn't fault him for that though since height was the only thing he didn't have any control over when it came to his size. 

The two men shared a couple more similarities… The older guy was also very handsome, and he also sported a big, round belly,  though “big” on him proved to be a bit more of a relative term. If someone was to tease the guy about looking or being pregnant, they could only peg his swell at around maybe seven months along with just one baby, so he also had Chris “beat” there. 

“OK, big guy…” Chris said, some of his cockiness returning despite his continued discomfort. “If you don't think it's stomach issues, what do you think it is and why?” He asked, raising his brows. 

“Seriously?!” The guy laughed, eyes widening. 

“Yes, seriously!”

 “You're joking, right?” He continued to laugh. 

“No!” The bigger (except for maybe in height) man huffed. “So tell me what you think is…”

“Dude!” The guy cut him off. “You're in labor!” He said slowly and rather condescendingly as he nodded in the same manner. “When are or WERE you due?”

 Chris huffed again as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. As he did so, he realized the two of them (but probably, mostly him) had attracted a bit of a crowd. “I'm not pregnant, therefore, I'm not in labor. I…”

“What's your name?” The guy interrupted again. 

“Chris.”

 “Well, Chris, it's nice to meet you. My name is Isaac. Dr. Isaac Miller, OB-GYN, and you, my friend, are pregnant, probably overdue, and definitely in labor.”

Chris silently stared at him for the next several seconds before bursting out into a big, loud bark of a laugh before he suddenly found himself groaning in pain again as his hands flew to the sides of his now fiercely clenching belly. As he frantically rubbed at what he could reach of the orb, he felt movement. Strong, outward movement, coming from within it, seemingly from every direction. He groaned again…

“What're you feeling, Chris?” Isaac asked as he took a couple steps closer, approaching from his muscular yet bulbous left side. 

“Pressure…” Chris replied through tightly clenched teeth. “A lot of it,” he admitted before adding, “And movement… A lotta that too!” He nodded before stressing, “But it's just gas and, nnngh! Indigestion.”

“No, Chris, it is not,” Isaac replied in a slightly kinder manner as he slowly shook his head. “May I?” He asked as he raised his right hand high enough for the younger man to see. 

Chris looked around the floor and frowned. The crowd had grown bigger. Yes, he was once again the center of attention, but for the first time, he didn't want it… 

“Why?” He asked, quieter than anything else he'd said. 

“I think I'm gonna call for an ambulance…” Someone in the crowd said. 

“Thanks for the offer, but there's no need for that just yet,” Isaac said. “These things tend to take time,” he explained to the crowd before turning back to Chris and speaking quieter. “Please tell me your water hasn't broken yet?”

Even if he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, by then, it was safe to say Chris was in denial. If circumstances were different, he'd be the first to admit to Isaac that he was (more than) easy on the eyes, and that he'd like to “get to know him” in a more “intimate” way, aka, with his cock buried up his ass, but at the moment, all Chris wanted to ask him was where he'd gotten his so-called “medical degree,” because again, he was NOT pregnant! 

Not only was he not pregnant, he wasn't overdue, and he wasn't in labor with multiple babies! He would've known if he was and he wasn't a doctor! 

“No, Isaac… My water hasn't broken yet, ‘cause I'm not pregnant!” Chris replied, back at full volume this time. 

Someone in the crowd scoffed. “Is he seriously denying this?!” They asked. “Sure, he's got more muscle than two or three of us combined, but he still can't even get up right now?!”

“Right?” Someone else said. “I think we should call an ambulance… Dude's about to fuckin’ blow!”

“Muscles aside, he looks like a damned beached whale! Maybe we should call the aquarium?!” Another guy joked, but was he actually..? 

His funny (but still somewhat serious) commentary earned him some laughs, but also a lot of murmurs of agreement. Chris couldn't believe this was happening… He was hard pressed to remember a time he'd drawn so much attention, which he USUALLY LOVED, no matter the kind, but now wasn't one of those times! 

Mercifully, Isaac once again came to his rescue. 

“Please… Thank you all for your concern, but no one call for help of any kind till I ask for it, OK?” He requested of the crowd before turning back to Chris again and leaning in to whisper, “Which I'm going to do RIGHT NOW if you don't let me…” he wagged his right hand in between them. 

“Fine!” Chris relented. “I don't see the point seeing as I'm NOT FUCKIN’ PREGNANT AND NOT IN LABOR, but if you insist!” He rolled his eyes. “By ALL FUCKIN’ MEANS, OoooOooh!!!” He trailed off in another moan/groan as his belly tightened again, his pain and the pressure quickly ramping back up. 

“OK, OK, here we go…” Isaac said gently as he turned to face his belly from the left. “I… Oh, wow!” He said as his hands made contact. “You seriously don't know how far along you are or how many you're having, Chris?” He asked as he raised his brows. 

“I'm not…”

“Chris!” Isaac cut the hulk off as he quickly but thoroughly moved his hands around what they could reach of his belly from its bulging left side. “There are at least two, if not THREE, BIG, to term babies in here!” He told him before turning back to the crowd. “Now, someone can call 9-1-1, but just one of you!” He made sure to be clear. 

Chris let out a shocked gasp. “What?!” He shook his head. “There's no way?!” He moaned. 

“Um, obviously, there is!” Isaac huffed. “Quit shitting me, dude!”

“I'm trying not to shit myself!” Chris finally shouted as the crowd around him grew bigger still. 

He since the gym he belonged to was pretty hardcore, it was almost solely comprised of guys. Chris was too preoccupied to notice, but while some of them appeared to worried and concerned, most of them appeared to be turned on by the sight of the now struggling him, some huge, muscled HIMBO, too damn preoccupied with himself to realize he was PREGNANT and now IN LABOR!

Chris knew he should've been worried and offended (both of which he was, but not enough) but for some inexplicable reason, he was also incredibly turned on… Once again, he couldn't help but love all the attention, which at least somewhat distracted him from some of the pain, pressure and discomfort he was experiencing. 

He wasn't really pregnant… He wasn't actually in labor… He couldn't be?!

That's what Chris kept telling himself anyway as he tried to figure out what in the actual fuck was going on?

Oh. Oh no… Fuckin’ shit!

All of a sudden, an event in the past clearly came back to him. Memories of a drunken night he'd till then, somehow managed to forget, hit him like a ton of bricks…

Some nine months ago, he'd been out at a bar… He'd started talking to a handsome stranger, a big, giant stud, worthy of his attention… Worthy of Chris giving up his ass after too many drinks. 

He remembered a massive cock almost as big as his in his hole. He remembered moaning loudly… Fuck! Whatever the stud's name was, that fucker had gotten him pregnant!

Chris’ romp down memory lane was interrupted by another cramp. Another contraction… Very belatedly, he realized that for the last several months, he hadn't been “bulking up” in the traditional sense, but rather bulking up with babies that now wanted out! 

“How come he's not pushing yet?” Someone asked. 

“Because his water hasn't broken, idiot!” Another guy replied. “He'll probably flood the place when it does!” He predicted with a laugh. 

Pretty much everyone else joined in. Many of them also raised their phones and started snapping pics and/or taking videos of Chris, as if they knew he wasn't going to be so big too much longer. They'd end up being right… 

All of a sudden, the indeed, heavily pregnant hulk let out a loud grunt which he quickly followed up with a moan as another contraction hit. Along with it came a new sensation Chris very much didn't enjoy: more movement from within, but this time, of a different variety. A few seconds later, a pop echoed through the gym, which was followed up by a loud splash as warm, sticky fluid started spewing from Chris’ hole, blasting through his singlet, out onto the bench and floor. 

“OoooOooh!” He shakily exhaled. 

His water had broken. Water Chris hadn't even realized he had till then! He couldn't believe this was happening.?!

He stared down and out at his belly, watching as it got slightly smaller though overall, it remained enormous. As it shrunk and contracted, the orb also wobbled as the babies he still somehow doubted it contained, thrashed about within. All of a sudden, Chris cried out in pain as something started to descend further and deeper between his hips. 

Said something was the first baby's head. Even though amniotic fluid was still leaving his body, though now just in small spurts, the pressure he was experiencing continued to increase as his belly contracted and the babies expressed their displeasure. 

“I should've asked sooner, but this is your first pregnancy, right?” Isaac questioned, sounding like he already knew the answer. 

Chris glared at him in response. 

“I figured… Anyway, it would probably be a good idea for me to check and see if you're dilated,” the hunky doctor continued. “Since this is your first time, you're probably not, but still…” he trailed off for a second as he stared at Chris’ singlet-clad belly and frowned. 

“What?” The younger man frowned back. 

“You don't have shorts to pull down, which means we need to get this thing off of you,” Isaac said as he reached from the closest strap of the singlet, pulled it and then let it snap back against his shoulder. “Think you can get up now?” He asked, once again sounding like he already knew the answer. 

No, Chris did not think he could get up, but he nodded anyway. He clenched his teeth and then started to lean forward over his belly as he pushed up with his legs. He barely made any progress before he collapsed back against the bench, moaning and groaning. As a result, he switched to shaking his head. 

“Alrighty then…” Isaac sighed and shook his head. “Guess we'll have to take a different approach?” He said as he reached across Chris’ chest and took hold of both straps. 

They were already strained over the younger man's boulder shoulders, as was the rest of the singlet, so the moment he pulled, the garment split open right down the middle. Chris grunted in surprise and relief as his massive chest and (even more massive) belly spilled free. 

Once they had, Isaac let go of the ruined straps, walked down and stepped between Chris’ legs. There, he slightly widened the tear, then proceeded to pull the singlet down and off, leaving the pregnant man naked aside from his shoes. 

“God damn! He looks even bigger now!” Someone commented. 

“He's a fuckin’ whale! Super jacked, yeah!” Someone else huffed. “But a fuckin’ whale!”

 “A sperm takin’ one!” Another guy shouted, earning himself a round of hoots and laughs. 

Chris groaned. Attention was attention, and as much as he usually loved it, even he had his limits… With another groan, he raised his head off the bench and looked around. The first thing he noticed were all the phones aimed at him. The second thing he noticed were all of the hardons.

Speaking of which, the moment his was freed, it slapped up against the turgid underside of his massive belly. As soon as Chris’ balls popped from the singlet, the giant orbs rolled off the end of the bench and dropped between his legs, all of which earned him several wolf whistles and lots of appreciative grunts and groans. 

Well whaddaya know… Chris silently mused. Even now, while I'm in fucking labor, I'm still turning people on! He realized, actually proud of the fact. 

Before he was able to take any more pride in his swollen self, his next contraction hit and he was suddenly in too much pain to think about anything else. 

“God damn! Look at his schlong!” A guy said as he aimed his phone at it. 

“That's not a schlong!” His workout partner disagreed. “That's a cock! A fuckin’ horse cock! Shit!”

“And those balls… Woof!” Another guy grunted. “Wonder if he knocked himself up?!” He laughed, several other guys joining him. 

“If ANYONE could, HE could! But is he seriously turned on by this?!” Someone else asked. “Crazy fucker must be since he's so hard!”

Chris was in fact turned on, but confident as he was in and about himself, he wasn't about to admit it. He couldn't have anyway as the contraction barreling through him left him unable to do anything other than groan in pain. 

“He's erect because of all the pressure on his prostate,” Isaac explained. 

Someone laughed again. “And he always told everyone he only topped! Fuckin’ liar!” He scoffed. “But really… Who the hell could take THAT thing?!”

Not some bitch ass wimp like you! Chris silently replied. But you'd be surprised… He went on as he mentally recalled a few of the holes he'd permanently loosened as his current contraction thankfully loosened its vice-like grip on his belly. 

“How ya doin’ Chris?” Isaac asked, pulling him from his sex-related reverie. 

“I've been… better,” he replied as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Hopefully, the paramedics will be here soon, but I'd still like to check and see if you've dilated any yet,” Isaac said. “It'll make things quicker and easier for them once they get here.”

Chris frowned at him. Hard. “You really wanna check me right here, right now?”

“Is that a problem?” The hunky doctor asked. “You do realize you're alright naked, right?”

“Yeah, thanks to you!” The laboring hunk grunted back as he rolled his eyes. “That was my favorite singlet!”

“Pretty sure you stretched it out too much to wear again…”

“Still!” He huffed. 

Isaac forced himself to smile. As an OB-GYN, he was used to dealing with patients (mostly guys) when they weren't at their best. That being said, he'd almost always developed a bit of a “relationship” with them by then. It'd been quite some time since he'd last had to deal with a patient who somehow didn't know they were pregnant?! Isaac was only so patient and already, Chris was starting to test his limits…

“Yes,” he nodded, still smiling. “I'd like to check you, right here, right now.”

Chris looked beyond the studly doctor, out at the group behind him. Honestly, he didn't give a shit about being naked in front of them, though he would've preferred not to have been pregnant, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option. 

His lack of clothing wasn't the issue… As much as he liked/loved attention, getting checked by Isaac out there on the gym floor, where people were gawking at, taking pictures of and/or recording him, was a step too far, even for someone as full of themselves as Chris was. 

Sensing his impromptu patient's trepidation, Isaac turned to face the group as he set his hands on his hips again. In the process, he ended up giving Chris a great look at his ass, which was big, round and nice enough that despite the extenuating and embarrassing circumstances, the laboring hunk still let out an appreciative grunt. 

Mmm… Chris said to himself as he stared at the older man's big, fat and muscular globes. I wouldn't mind getting in there and wrecking that hole, but yeah, right! He silently bemoaned as he rolled his eyes. Isaac isn't gonna let me anywhere near him after all this! He predicted. I'm sure he thinks I'm a fucking idiot, and MAYBE, RIGHTFULLY SO, ‘CAUSE HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT KNOW I WAS PREGNANT?!

Of course, he didn't say any of that, but he did moan aloud again. Not that he was comfortable, but at the same time, Chris wasn't in (severe) pain at the moment, just the amount he'd come to associate with generally being in labor… Seriously though, what the fuck?!

“Come on, guys…” Isaac started out with another sigh as he looked around the group. “This is an…” he hesitated for a second. “Intimate moment, that deserves some decency and respect. As such, if everyone could put their…”

“No offense, doctor, but fuck that!” The guy who'd called Chris a liar cut in. “The moment might deserve decency and respect, but he doesn't!” He scoffed as he pointed at the laboring man. “For years, most of us have had to deal with him teasing and belittling us, or just not giving us the time of day ‘cause he thinks he's better!” He continued. “And maybe he was, but not any more!” He concluded with a shake of his head. 

Immediately, a chorus of “Yeah!” “That's right!” and the like filled the floor as no one lowered their phones. No one also jumped in to help Isaac or defend Chris. 

Isaac sighed again as he turned back to the younger man, taking away his view of his ass, which Chris had almost been so focused on, he almost didn't understand the implications of the group's feelings towards him, but he did. He did so even more as Isaac shrugged. 

“Well..?” The doctor asked. 

“Just fuckin’ do it…” Chris groaned as he rolled his eyes again. 

Despite the negative consensus the group had reached, in his mind, he still didn't owe anyone anything, including an apology. Chris wasn't trying to prove a point, but now that the tide had turned against him, all he was concerned about was not looking like a total pussy in front of his not so adoring “fans.”

Isaac groaned as he let his head fall back. “I can't just fucking do it!” He huffed, his irritation finally bubbling to the surface. “You've got to do it too, as in move!” He nodded. “You can either get up, turn around and bend over, or, you can scooch down some and raise your legs to either side of your belly. I'll leave the decision up to you, big guy,” he concluded with slightly hostile emphasis as he raised his brows and waited for a response. 

Chris didn't even bother trying to get up. He knew he wouldn't be able to. He also didn't know how he was going to raise his legs to the sides of his belly either…. Big and buff as he was, he wasn't exactly known for his flexibility, mentally or physically. He tried anyway, his hands scrambling for the back of his knees as he simultaneously leaned forward as much as he could while raising and further spreading his lower appendages. 

Right away, Isaac realized he was going to need help, and not just from him… He turned back to the group and rather than asking for volunteers, picked four himself. 

“You, you, you and you,” he pointed to the four biggest guys in the crowd. “Come help,” he didn't ask, but rather told. “Two of you each take a leg and carefully help him move it back and to the side and then hold it there,” he instructed. 

The four “helpers” moaned, groaned and grumbled at having been selected, but they complied. As instructed, they split off in pairs and took a leg, two gripping them by their bulging calves, the other two by the thick, strained thighs. All four of them, along with Chris, grunted as they slowly and carefully moved his legs into position. 

The hulking preggo continually alternated between grunting and groaning as his less than flexible legs were forced higher and wider apart by his helpers. In the process, his massive, sweaty and heavy body slowly slid down the bench a few inches till about a third of his ass hung off the foot. As the mounds settled into position and spread along with Chris’ legs, they looked bigger than ever. 

While Chris was getting worked into position, Isaac directed a fifth “volunteer” to get him a first aid kit. Once the kit had been delivered, the doctor worked on a pair of gloves as he took his place at the foot of the bench. As he stared between Chris’ lower extremities, initially, he smiled because not only did he appreciate the view, but right there between the younger man's massively muscular cheeks was what he needed access to: his hole. 

Isaac suddenly stopped smiling and started frowning though when he realized that also right there, about to start making its way out of said hole, was the top of the first baby's head. First-time dads don't usually progress so quickly, but needless to say, Chris wasn't much like other guys… This might've been his first pregnancy, but already, the doctor saw he was dilated enough to start pushing, if not right away, then soon. 

“I need someone to grab a bench for me, please,” Isaac requested of the crowd, not assigning the task this time. 

Yet another big and burly guy complied and carried a nearby bench over. Once he'd set it between Chris’ legs, the hunky doctor quickly straddled it, sat down and then leaned forward. 

Chris moaned as he clutched his contracting belly. “So much… pressure!” He gritted out. “God, it… hurts!” He whimpered before he could stop himself. 

“The first baby is already in position and the head is visible,” Isaac announced. 

“What?!”

 “I said, the…”

“I heard… you!” Chris cut him off in pained disbelief. “How?! Why is this, nnnnnngh! Happening so… fast?!” He groaned. 

“Probably because the babies are so big and you might even be overdue?” Isaac guessed, quickly continuing before the laboring hunk could interrupt him again. “Now just breathe through this contraction… I'll have you start pushing with the next.”

“What?! No! I can't, nnnnnngh! Give birth… here!” Chris wailed. 

“You're gonna have to, big guy,” the doctor replied. “Now just focus on your breathing… Hee, hee, hoo… Hee, hee, hoo!” He demonstrated, correctly assuming Chris hadn't attended any birthing classes. 

As soon as the contraction started to peter off, Chris let out a ragged sigh. His relief was short lived as not even thirty seconds later, the next one hit and hit hard. 

“I need you to focus now, Chris!” Isaac shouted at him over his latest groan. “Tuck your chin to your chest and push till I tell you to stop. Got it?”

Still fighting for breath, Chris nodded. Isaac wasn't able to see him do so with his towering belly and heaving chest dominating the space between them. Since he didn't get an immediate response, either verbal or physical (that he was able to see,) the handsome, muscular doctor was about to repeat himself but then all of a sudden, Chris did the latter. 

In the short time before he did, he moved his hands from his belly and placed them on the sides of the weight rack. Chris squeezed each bar hard, then roared as he pulled his upper body as far forward as he could, tucked his chin to his chest, and bore down. 

The second he did, not only his hole, but the portion of his cheeks immediately surrounding it, along with his taint all bulged. Unsurprisingly, Chris was a good pusher… During his first, he succeeded in getting a quarter of the first baby's head out. He would've made even more progress had Isaac not yelled at him to stop pushing and breathe. 

While the laboring hunk was making good and impressive progress, he still had a long way to go. Big and strong as Chris undeniably was, Isaac was still worried he'd quickly tire himself pushing two (or maybe even three) big babies out. 

By that point, the crowd had grown even more. Apparently, everyone at the gym, staff included, had stopped whatever they'd been doing to come watch. Chris didn't know it at the time, but his audience was actually bigger than it appeared. Much bigger…

He wouldn't find out till later, but several people had started livestreaming his ordeal all over social media and already, their feeds were racking up some serious views. Chris didn't know it, but he was getting more attention than ever before but needless to say, he was a little too busy to care about “missing out” at the moment. 

As he lay there panting and gasping for breath, waiting for his next contraction so he could resume pushing, he felt his occupants continue to move. However many there were, they clamored for space now that their soon-to-be oldest sibling had made slightly more room for them. As a result, even though it wasn't clenching at the moment, Chris’ belly continued to move a lot. 

When the next contraction started up, he didn't wait for Isaac to tell him to push. As soon as it hit, Chris tucked his chin back to his chest and pushed with all his might. Quickly, he went from clenching his teeth to screaming hoarsely in pain as his hole steadily widened and stretched along with his taint around the first baby's head. Unfortunately, the contraction ended just as he got to the widest part of the head, leaving him super tight and stretched and howling in agony as a result. 

Even though (but also probably because) Chris was obviously in a lot of pain, the crowd (online and in person) seemed to really be enjoying the show he was putting on for them. Many in attendance started cheering the panting, laboring stud on, failing to draw his own attention as he mentally retreated to try and cope, though it did get Isaac's. As the doctor looked back over his shoulder, he was surprised (but then again, not really) to see that several guys had their dicks out and were stroking them (or their nearest neighbor's) as they watched Chris struggle to give birth. 

Despite the biggest member of the gym's undeniable strength, not to mention the good and quick progress he'd made thus far, struggle he truly did. Even though Chris wasn't presently pushing or contracting, his entire, massive body remained rigid with tension… Each and every one of his many enviable muscles (including his abs, even though they weren't visible) bulged and strained as he inadvertently put himself through the most intense workout he'd ever experienced. 

“This is just fuckin’ perfect!” Someone in the crowd said. “Serves him right!”

 “Why?” Someone else asked. “‘Cause he's such a cocky fuck?”

 “Yeah, that too!” The guy huffed. “But I was thinking more along the lines of now he knows MORE THAN how it feels for someone to take that mega cock of his!” He laughed. 

“Dude's TOTALLY gonna have to wear diapers after this!” The second guy laughed. “Look HOW MUCH his hole is stretched! Hell…” he grunted. “His fuckin’ taint is SO TIGHT, it's SHINY!” He laughed some more. “He might NEVER fully recover?!”

“Serves him right if he doesn't!” Someone else said. 

Even though he was gasping for breath and reeling with pain, Chris heard all of this. Because of all of that (and then some,) it took him a little longer than usual to process the dialog, but once he did, much like the situation he was in, he decided he didn't like it. 

These fuckin’ asshats… he said to himself. Like always, they're just jealous of me! If ANY of them were in MY position, they probably would've passed out by now! He rolled his eyes as he took his right hand from the rack and wiped his brow. Lucky for them, unless I was the one to put a few babies in ‘em, THEY wouldn't have to worry about that! 

Yes, somehow, Chris had reached the point he'd become competitive about the pregnancy he'd just barely come to acknowledge even existed! It made no sense other than to go along with his uber competitive nature and the fact that no matter what, he considered himself better than just about everyone else… 

Now, more than ever, he was annoyed by the fact that everyone didn't see him as the god he was?! Obviously, they needed to be put back in their place, so as soon as he felt his next contraction starting to build, Chris released another mighty roar as he started to push again. 

As much as he wanted/needed to, he refused to let himself scream this time… Now, Chris was trying to make a point, even as it made his hole and taint bulge out obscenely in the process. 

“Whoa, buddy…” Isaac said from between his legs as the rest of the first baby's head started to rapidly emerge. “Slow and steady!” He gently encouraged, impressed but at the same time, concerned by his inadvertent patient's sudden (additional) show of strength. “The last thing you want to do now is tear!”

 No, the last thing Chris wanted to do now, was to have his first baby inside him a moment longer… As such, despite the incredible pain and the threat of causing (maybe) permanent damage to the body he'd worked so hard on, he continued to bear down, refusing to heed any warnings, be they verbal or physical. He was the biggest and strongest man he or anyone else for that matter, knew, after all… 

“Oh, wow! OK!” Isaac said as the baby's left shoulder started to emerge, almost immediately followed by the right. “Wow!” He said again with an anxious laugh. “You're doin’ AWESOME, Chris!” He commended. “But really, maybe you should…”

“GAAAAAH!!!” Chris allowed himself to bellow as the first baby's second shoulder joined the first, opening him wider than he genuinely feared possible. 

He felt like his asshole was about to explode, and that his taint was about to split right down the middle, same as Isaac had made his favorite singlet, but he kept pushing, even as the current contraction ended and he no longer had its aid. Chris’ renewed/reinvigorated show of force further hyped the crowd he'd attracted and seemingly thankfully, started bringing them back over to his corner…

“Dude my be a cocky asshole, but he's a fuckin’ beast!” Someone said. 

“Yeah!” Someone else grunted. “I would've been dead already!”

 “Does make you wonder though…” Someone else cut in with a chuckle. “What kinda workouts has he ACTUALLY been puttin’ his hole through, right?!”

Almost everyone laughed at that last comment, including even Chris, though his laugh wasn't as loud or as long as everyone else's… He laughed nonetheless as he shook his head, once more relishing in the attention he was receiving as he finally stopped pushing, long after he should've. 

As the four guys holding his now sweat-soaked legs far up and wide apart all simultaneously readjusted their grip, Chris let his head fall back against the bench as he closed his eyes. For the next few seconds, he just lay there taking in as much air as he could, glad for the break he'd finally allowed himself. 

But while he'd given himself a break, Isaac hadn't… Without warning (purposeful on his part,) the doctor reached his hands under the first baby's armpits and slowly (but seemingly suddenly to Chris) the rest of the way out. 

“Oooooh!!! What the…” the still pregnant man trailed off in a pained yet relieved moan as the first of his children fully exited his body without him having to do any more work. 

“A boy!” Isaac shouted as the literal newborn started to wail. “A big one!”

 “No shit!” Chris panted. “Lemme… see!” 

“Just a sec…” the doctor replied as holding the big, brand new baby boy against his chest with his right forearm and hand, he used his left to reach into the first aid kit for the dinky pair of scissors intended to cut gauze. 

As soon as he had them in hand, he popped the handles into his mouth, which might have been less than sanitary, but so was giving birth in a gym. Then, he dug around in the kit for something to tie the cord. The first suitable thing Isaac found was an inexplicable case of class, which he pulled from and used to tie the cord off before taking the scissors from his mouth to cut it above the Boy Scout grade knot he'd single handedly made. 

The crowd cheered as Chris’ firstborn continued to wail. Once he had a firm but gentle grip on him, Isaac carefully stood and then walked around Chris’ side to show him the large baby. 

The younger, laboring man gave a tired smile. Isaac expected him to say something about how big the newborn was or how cute (or maybe gross he was covered in birthing fluids) but instead, Chris asked, “How many… more?” As he slowly turned his gaze from Isaac and the baby and focused it back on his still massive middle. 

Isaac looked too. Needless to say, it was a fair question because despite losing one large inhabitant, all in all, the orb hadn't lost much size. 

“Two, if I had to guess,” the doctor replied. 

Chris groaned as he let his head drop back against the bench. Two more?! He worried whether he'd have the strength? He worried he was going to have to give birth to them there at the gym as well… Not that hunky and handsome Isaac wasn't doing a great job, but where were the paramedics?

“Look at that gape!” Someone said as they aimed their phone at Chris’ hole, which was lazily “winking” at the crowd as it struggled to close back up. “I could fit my head up there!” 

“He'd probably like that!” Someone else laughed as they snapped a picture. “Dude's still hard as a rock!

Chris groaned again. Not at the commentary but at the strange sensation coming from his chest. The baby's reedy cries seemed to be making his sensitive nipples sting and his chest to start feeling hotter than it already was. Chris raised his head from the bench again and looked at his chest just as both of his nipples produced beads of moisture. Beads of milk. His breastmilk. Or was it pecmilk in his case?

One of the very few women present approached Isaac with a stack of gym towels. Working carefully together, they gently wiped down and then swaddled the first baby. 

“You guys can let go of his legs for now,” Isaac said to the four hunky helpers. “It should be at least a few minutes before he has to start pushing again,” he explained. “In the meantime, let's all quiet down and give Chris a chance to feed his son,” he said as he started to lean forward to hand over the baby. 

But in keeping with the progress he'd made so far, Chris’ labor and delivery continued to move along rather unexpectedly… For most people, there usually was a pause lasting several minutes between the birth of multiples. A few had passed since Chris had delivered his first baby but all of a sudden, he groaned and grimaced as his belly clenched again and he felt a strong flurry of movement coming from within. Already, he was ready to keep pushing. 

Fortunately, the guys had yet to set down his legs. Chris wished they had, if even for a second as his thighs were burning almost as much as his hole, but he didn't have time to complain. He had to focus. So did Isaac, who handed the first baby off to the woman and then quickly pulled on a fresh pair of gloves as he headed back between Chris’ legs. 

“Oh, wow!” The doctor said as he took his place back on the bench. “The second head!”

 “Already?!” Chris groaned. 

“I see it,” Isaac confirmed. “But it hasn't crowned yet.”

 Chris already knew that. For as long as he lived, he'd never forget how painful it had been when the first baby crowned, but he'd survived. Not only that, thanks in large part to Isaac, he'd gone on to get the rest of the boy out rather quickly, so he had some big shoes to fill this second time around. All he could do as he readied to push again was hope that this time, things would be just as quick but less painful. 

Thankfully, they were. Because his body had already “warmed up,” and his hole had been forced to quickly stretch to an alarming degree, as soon as Chris started to push again, he produced impressive results. During his second first push, he succeeded in getting the second baby's head entirely out, astonishing himself, Isaac and the crowd, many of whom blew their first or second load as they beat off to the unusually erotic sight. 

Chris wasn't so lucky. Not yet anyway… He remained hard as steel, his massive erection still pressing up against the underside of his belly, which had slightly more give to it now that it had lost one and a quarter of its inhabitants, but remained painfully tight as it continued to contract. His mighty cock continually belched thick strands of pre as his prostate was once again besieged by pressure and weight. 

Finally, as the second baby's shoulders were both wedged in his hole at the same time, waiting to be expelled, as he continued to push with a mighty roar, Chris experienced relief of an unexpected variety… 

“OoooOooh!!!” He exhaled in surprised relief, quickly transitioning from screaming to moaning in ecstasy as he came in buckets, shooting his potent, hot and sticky seed all over what remained of his pregnancy, of which, there was still plenty to coat, which he did. 

The unexpected orgasm caused him to push without meaning to, once again producing some impressive results. When combined with the contraction that was starting to taper off, Chris got enough of the second baby out for Isaac to reach under its arms and pull it the rest of the way. 

“Ahhh!!!” Chris cried out at the sudden flurry of movement. 

Still cumming, he cried out again, his hole spasming as it was suddenly left empty. Once again, it started to wink at the crowd as it tried but failed to fully close. It did however manage to make some pretty comical and embarrassing sounds as its loosened rim sputtered. 

“God damn!” A guy in the crowd laughed. “He sounds like a wet whoopie cushion!”

 “He'll probably sound like that every time he sneezes for the next month or two!” Someone else chimed in. 

“Congratulations, Chris! It's another boy!” Isaac announced from between his legs as he repeated the process he'd performed on the first boy immediately following his delivery. “I think he's even bigger than his older brother!”

Not that his second son had felt remotely small as he made his entrance into the world, but he hadn't felt bigger either… Hearing his second born was possibly bigger than his first, Chris hoped that meant he was done, but then he looked at his belly again and knew he wasn't. Yes, it was a hell of a lot smaller than it'd been as of late, but it remained big enough that it was obvious it contained at least one more baby. 

Now that there were two babies crying, demanding to be fed, Chris’ nipples were leaking overtime… Knowing how hungry he could get, he felt bad for his sons and instinctively found himself compelled to feed them. Isaac had just cut the second cord when Chris’ next contraction struck, causing him to groan. 

“Damn it… Already?!” He complained as he felt what was hopefully, his last occupant being worked lower by his belly's clenching. 

“I guess so…” Isaac chuckled. “Just breathe through this one,” he instructed. “I've still got some work to do with the… 

Chris suddenly groaned long and lod. “No… I've gotta… Gotta push NOW!” He grunted out as he bore down again. 

“Alrighty then!” Isaac sighed as he hurried to finish tying off the second baby's cord. 

As soon as he had, he cut it, and then handed the baby over to a guy who'd stepped forward with more towels. Most everyone may've considered Chris a cock asshole, but fortunately for him and his sons, almost everyone loves babies. 

Again, as soon as Chris started to push, he felt movement, but this time, it felt different… This time, instead of feeling a large head barreling towards his hole, he felt something that was still quite sizable, but was a lot more pliant. This unexpected sensation caused him to moan in relief, but also confusion…

“It's the placenta,” Isaac explained. 

Obviously, Chris didn't know a lot about pregnancy, but he did think he knew something about placentas… Enough to think he was going to be done sooner than expected…

“So after this…” he panted. “I'm done?”

The doctor laughed. “You wish!”

 “What?! But… But don't babies… all come in the… the same…”

“Placenta or sac?” Isaac finished for him. “No, not always.”

 Chris groaned again as he continued to push. “So that means I have… two more things I… need to get… outta me?”

“Technically, two and a half,” Isaac replied as he took hold of the portion of the squishy, disposable organ the laboring hulk had already expelled, his gloved fingers sinking into the mass. 

“Fuckin’ nasty!” Someone in the crowd groused. 

Even as they did, they stepped in closer, leaned over Isaac's right shoulder, and snapped a pic. 

After having grown and housed two big boys, the placenta was quite large. Still, it only took Chris a push and a half to get it out, though it did cause his hole and taint to bulge and strain, but thankfully, to a lesser degree than an actual baby. As soon as Isaac had the placenta in his hands, Chris’ sore hole sputtered again in protest as despite its best efforts, it remained quite gaped. 

“Good job,” the doctor commended. “Now, you only have two more things to get out,” he said as he stood and carried the placenta to the nearby trash can to dispose of it. “I think…” he muttered under his breath, feeling bad for whoever's job it was to empty the trash. 

Chris groaned again as he looked at his belly. With two big boys and one large placenta now out of it, it was much smaller than it'd been that morning, but he still looked pregnant. Very pregnant… Anyone else with a belly that size would've been assumed to be carrying twins, but given the size of the hulk's hulking sons, it was now fairly safe to assume he only had one more baby left to birth. 

While it still looked very pregnant, as he gingerly placed his hands on it, Chris released his belly no longer felt like that. Down towards the bottom, it still did, but higher up, while still bloated, it now had a lot of give…. As he moved his hands around up under his pecs, he was easily able to sink his fingers into the mass. Unaccustomed to feeling any part of his body being soft aside from his lips and his cock when it wasn't erect, Chris shuddered at the unpleasant sensation. 

“So now, there should be a break in the action,” Isaac said as he pulled off his gloves and threw them away. Despite what he said, he didn't sound entirely convinced, let alone convincing. “While there hopefully is, let's see about getting these two their first meal,” he said as he waved over the woman and man holding Chris’ sons. 

The muscled man approached from his left and the power lifter woman from his right. It was a good thing Isaac was there to assist with the transitions, because Chris hadn't held one baby (in his arms) in a long time, let alone two at once. 

Because his leaking pecs were massive, and the boys were quite large, it was fortunate his arms were as well. Chris would definitely have to get used to it, but with Isaac's aid, he was able to hold two of his babies at the same time. The doctor gently guided each of the boys’ mouths to their corresponding nipple and immediately, they latched on and stopped crying. 

“Oh, wow!” Chris was the one to say this time, quietly as the babies sucked. “This is so…” he trailed off in a bemused and bewildered whisper. 

“Strange? Unexpected?” Isaac ventured with a chuckle. 

He nodded. “But cool.”

“I'm glad you think so,” the handsome doctor smiled down at him. “Now while I have the chance, lemme make sure everything's still good downstairs,” he said as he stepped away and took his place back between the younger man's legs. 

They were still being held in place by the four helpful studs. The good news for Chris was that between all the “distractions” and how long they'd been held in the same position, he hardly felt them anymore. The same unfortunately couldn't be said of his role… As soon as Isaac gently touched it with two of his re-gloved fingers, Chris let out a quiet hiss. 

The doctor chuckled quietly as he gently prodded and poked. “I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but you can expect to be sore down here for the next several days.”

“Hey, doc! You sure you don't mean the next several MONTHS?!” Someone laughed. 

“Yeah, I'm sure,” Isaac replied as he turned to look over his right shoulder at the “offender.” “Now if you were my patient, then, I would've misspoken,” he said. “But for a guy as big and strong as Chris, well he'll be back in action in no time!” He concluded with a smirk, wink and reassuring pat to his right inner thigh as he turned back to look at the man whose legs he was in between, whose face he was now able to see after his belly had lost so much mass. 

Tired and pained as he was, Chris smirked back. While Isaac touching him in and around his hole didn't feel good, the doctor touching his thigh sure did… So good, it made the younger man's still hard cock twitch, but with one more baby to birth (plus another placenta, at least,) even Chris had to admit that now wasn't the time to be thinking like that!

That was some pretty impressive thinking for a guy like him, but as it turned out, Chris’ thought process wasn't shared by the doctor… At least he didn't think so as Isaac continued to gently rub and massage his tight inner thigh for the next several seconds, during which time Chris leaned back, closed his eyes and “relaxed” as much as he could. 

For the first time all day, he felt something akin to normal. He felt almost comfortable as he honed in on the pleasurable sensation, somehow managing to drown everything else out. Just when he had, the hunky older doctor pulled his large hand back. 

It went without saying that Chris was disappointed. He was about to say as much, getting so far as opening his eyes, craning his head forward and opening his mouth, but before he could say anything, Isaac's hand found its next unexpected destination…

“These still look and feel very full,” the doctor noted as he cupped Chris’ massive balls under the bench, which was going to need a thorough cleaning if not entirely replaced. 

“Oooh!!!” Chris exhaled. 

“Do you think you'll cum again the next time you give birth?” Isaac asked, voice low as his hand moved from his balls, up to the base of his thick, rock hard shaft, which he squeezed, causing the younger man to groan again as his eyes rolled back in his head. 

Chris’ mind raced as Isaac slowly moved his hand up and down the length of his now throbbing member. Maybe the sexy doctor didn't think he was some huge, himbo idiot after all? Maybe he was interested in him?

Or maybe it was all the pregnancy hormones flowing through his still expectant body, messing with him? Unfortunately, that seemed the more likely guess. 

“So..?” Isaac asked after the other man failed to respond, other than to moan and shudder. 

“So… what?” The laboring behemoth shakily replied. 

“Do you think you'll cum again?” The doctor repeated as he continued slowly moving his hand up and down. 

Chris let out a short, breathless laugh as he gave a shaky nod. “I'm gonna cum now if you… keep that up!”

“Well, would you like to cum now?” Isaac asked, raising his brows. 

Chris was never one to turn down a chance to cum, the present being no exception, even though he was holding and feeding his new sons… He nodded again as he eagerly licked his lips. 

“Yeah, I thought so!” Isaac smirked and winked again as he started working his hand harder and faster, causing Chris to moan. 

“Shit, this is hot!” Someone said. 

“Fuck yeah it is!” Someone else grunted in agreement. 

Chris moaned again. He was experiencing so much at once… He was still getting used to the sensation of the boys feeding and now, he was on the receiving end of an unexpected handjob from a super hot and studly, older doctor! One thing he thankfully wasn't experiencing at the moment was a contraction… As much as he could be, Chris was ready to get his third and hopefully, final birth over and done with, but till that happened, he planned on enjoying the time in between as much as he could. 

As it turned out, his body had other plans… Needs, actually, mainly the sudden, immediate one to expel the third baby. Isaac hadn't been “at work” for long but already Chris felt his second orgasm of the day building up, which of course, was when his belly decided to resume its painful contracting. 

As soon as it did, he automatically started to push again. His fourth first push didn't produce any visible results as the remaining baby had yet to descend into his birth canal. Chris groaned in frustration as he pushed as hard and long as he could, any pleasure he was receiving from the handjob quickly forgotten, along with his approaching second orgasm. 

“Damn it!” He panted as Isaac removed his hand from his shaft, which promptly slapped back up against what remained of his belly.  

“I know, I know…” the doctor said, at least having the decency to sound apologetic and even somewhat disappointed. 

“I wanted to cum!” Chris groaned again. 

“I know,” Isaac said again. “You might as well learn now that when you're a parent, your own needs usually come second…”

His two “babysitters” returned and took the boys, neither of whom were happy to have their first meal interrupted, but their dad needed to concentrate. 

“Damn it… And damn it! Why isn't it coming… out?” Chris huffed as he finished pushing, eager this time for that painful burn as his hole stretched. 

“It's further up in you, that's all,” the hunky doctor explained. “Don't worry, you'll get it out soon enough.”

It took Chris another two huge pushes before the third baby's head finally started to crown. His pushes remained strong, but he was undeniably exhausted by then, so they might not've been as strong as they'd been the first two times. That and/or this baby might be even bigger? Isaac soon confirmed his fears…

“Ooh, man… The head on this one is huge!” He said as it started to crown, causing Chris’ hole to bulge to a new degree and his taint to shine it was so strained. “For this one, I'd REALLY take it easy!” He suggested as he reached up and gave the laboring hulk's thigh another pat. 

Chris moaned in pained frustration. He didn't want to take it easy! He wanted this to be over with! He also didn't want to literally push things and tear, so for once, he listened to Isaac. As the widest point of the third baby's head started to crown, his current contraction ended and this time, he only kept pushing as much as he had to to keep from losing any progress. 

“I know it hurts,” Isaac said. “You're almost done…”

As Chris groaned, all of a sudden, there was a loud bang and he thought for a second he'd torn. He followed the sound with his eyes and saw a team of EMTs hurrying into the gym pushing along a gurney. About damn time! 

Isaac shared his sentiment. “Now you show up!” He huffed. “He's on the last one,” he told the EMTs before more quietly adding, “I think…”

“Thanks for all you've done, but I should probably take over, sir,” one of the EMTs said as he hurriedly pulled on a pair of gloves. 

“I'm a doctor,” Isaac replied. “I've got this. Go check on the first two babies,” he instructed, leaving no room for debate. 

Chris watched his sons being tended to, but then his belly started contracting again, requiring his full attention. He took in as deep of a breath as he could, tucked his chin back to his chest and pushed with all his might. 

As he pushed, he somehow still couldn't believe what was happening?! Less than an hour ago, he didn't even know he was pregnant and now, he was about to be the father of hopefully, only three children! Fuckin’ triplets! No wonder his belly had gotten so big!

Financially, Chris was going to be fine, but needless to say, otherwise, he wasn't the least bit prepared, emotionally or physically. He had no parental training, no baby clothes, no diapers, no nothing! He didn't know how he was going to manage, but once again, now wasn't the time to think about anything other than the task at hand, or hole, in this case… 

Chris screamed to the high heavens as the third baby's head slowly and painfully made it the rest of the way out, his hole barely closing around its neck as the contraction died down and he had a bit of a break. Finally, he was almost done…

He'd been through a lot of grueling workouts, but Chris had never been more exhausted or pained in his life! He was pouring sweat, and where it wasn't red, his skin was bright pink as he panted and gasped for breath. 

“Alright, Chris,” Isaac said from between his legs. “I need another big and strong but controlled push when it's time,” he instructed. “When it is, I want you to put your hands on your belly and push in and down, right above where you feel the baby. That'll help. Got it?”

“Got it,” Chris replied with a very tired nod. 

Before he was ready for it, his next contraction was upon him. As he pushed with all his might, feeling like he was taking the most massive dump of his life, Chris also pushed into his belly with his hands, right where he felt what he presumed to be the third baby's butt. He was grossed out by how mushy and deflated his middle now felt, but more importantly: Isaac's advice worked. 

Pushing with his abs, ass and hands, produced great results. This third and final time, Chris managed to get both shoulders out in a single, albeit extra painful push. He had to push a little more to get enough of the arms out for Isaac to be able to reach under them and carefully guide the rest of the bruiser of a baby out. 

As he pulled, Chris’ hands flew from his belly to the weight rack as he collapsed back against the bench. At the same time, he came again, once more shooting in buckets all over his now mostly deflated, but still quite bloated midsection. 

“Oooh, fuuuuuuck!!!” He exhaled. “Mmmmmmmpppgh…” he moaned as his cock continued to spurt. 

“Whaddaya know?!” Isaac laughed. “It's a girl!” He excitedly shouted over all the commotion. “And she's even bigger than her older brothers!” He laughed some more as he and Chris’ daughter were peppered by amniotic fluid by his sputtering hole. 

“Combo buster!” Someone in the crowd shouted, earning themselves lots of laughter, along with some high fives, like he was the one who deserved congratulations. 

“Please…” Chris pantingly pleaded. “Tell me I'm… done?” He said as he raised his head and looked down at Isaac. 

The doctor didn't respond right away. As he clutched the younger man's big, newborn daughter to his chest, he carefully leaned back to allow one of the medics space to more professionally tie off and cut her umbilical cord. Once she had and he'd handed the baby off to her, Isaac leaned forward again, gently placed his hands on Chris’ belly and started to feel around. 

Gentle as he was, Chris still winced. Needless to say, many parts of his exhausted body were now aching after the super intense workout he'd put it through, including, but second most especially, his abdominals, as his asshole took home the “honors” of having been put through the ringer the most.

“You're still really, really bloated…” Isaac said as he felt around, pushing and prodding here and there. “But that's to be expected,” he went on as he continued his exploration for a few more seconds, during which he pushed deeper and harder just to be sure. “Sorry,” he apologized when the younger man groaned in discomfort. “Just want to be thorough…”

“You're… good,” Chris grunted back. “Now tell me… Am I?”

“Aside from the second placenta, you're good,” Isaac nodded. 

The younger man groaned as he let his head fall back against the bench. Between all the commotion and “excitement,” he'd forgotten he still had a second disposable organ to expel. At least he knew now that doing so wasn't as difficult as a baby… 

When Chris’ contractions resumed, it only took one and one last big and strong push for him to finally rid himself of anything pregnancy-related. Even though he could've given his spot up to one of the EMTs, Isaac stayed put and “delivered” Chris’ second placenta, which he promptly handed off for “proper” disposal this time. His duties finally complete, the doctor stood, unstraddled the bench, removed his gloves (which he handed to another EMT) and walked around to Chris’ left side, where he proceeded to surprise the younger man to no end. 

“You did a great job!” He commended as he leaned in for an unexpected hug and even more unexpected kiss on the lips. 

“Oh!” Chris said once the doctor had backed off but remained close and beaming down at him. “Thanks! For everything!” He nodded and laughed. “I dunno what I…” he switched to shaking his head. “What I would've done if you weren't here?!”

“Well then, it's a good thing I was huh?” Chris chuckled as he straightened back up. 

“Very!” The younger man nodded in agreement as all of a sudden, the two of them were surrounded. 

Evidently, Chris’ undeniably stellar “performance” had put him back in his “fans” good graces, many of whom now closed in to congratulate him. A few gave Isaac a pat on the back, but the focus was on the hulk who'd just birthed three massive babies… 

Without asking for permission, as they commended him, more people than not (mostly guys who still had hardons or at least semis) reached out to touch, rub and otherwise fondle Chris’ still tense body, most especially, his now truly deflated belly. 

“That was AWESOME, big daddy!”

 “Yeah, way to go, bro! Those babies are fuckin’ MASSIVE, just like their dad!”

“This is ONE TIME I don't envy you, but good job, man!”

Now that everyone seemed to be back on his side, Chris was back to loving being the center of attention. That being said, other than to offer a weak, half smile, he was too tired to otherwise respond to any of the praise or congratulations he was being lauded with. He was also too tired to tell anyone to stop touching and poking at him and wished he wasn't because that, he didn't appreciate. 

While all this was happening, Chris kept trying to peer through the crowd, not only for his children, but for the man who'd (more than) helped bring them into the world. Cocky as he was, now that he was just laying there naked, all sweaty and exhausted, still in pain, he wanted everyone to go away. Hell… He wanted to go away!

Isaac sensed this… After letting Chris “bask in his glory” for a few more minutes, he “parted the seas,” and set about getting the crowd to disperse. 

“Alright, show's over, folks!” He said loud and forcefully enough for there to be no doubt as he started waving them away. “Thanks for comin’, but it's time to go!”

Everyone grumbled and groaned but started to leave. As they did, most snapped one last pic of Chris in all his “glory,” or whatever state it was left in… Then seemingly all of a sudden, the gym was empty aside from the now emptied hulk, his impromptu doctor, his newborn children, and the three EMTs. 

One of the EMTs tended to the babies while another went outside to wait for the second unit that had been called since they were going to need another ambulance to get everyone to the hospital. The third came over to help Isaac get Chris up, but the doctor told him to wait. 

“He still needs to deliver the second placenta,” Isaac explained. 

“A second placenta?” The EMT said in surprise. “That's…”

“Not as unusual as you might think…” Isaac sighed as he looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. 

“I dunno…” the EMT countered. “I've delivered my fair share of babies, and…”

“Guys…” Chris groaned as he felt the now all too familiar pressure returning to his strong but stressed out core. 

“I'm an OB-GYN!” Isaac stressed. “I've probably delivered more babies in a week than you have in your whole career!”

The EMT scoffed. “So this is a competition now?! Delivering babies is important, but have you ever dealt with a stab wound or a…”

“I stab people!” Isaac huffed. “Professionally, of course… It's called performing a c-section! Have you ever done…”

“Guys…” Chris repeated, trying again to get their attention as he felt the need to push. 

It didn't work, but the time had come. 

Oh well, I tried, Chris said to himself as he pushed for what he hoped would be the last time. 

And it was. He got the second placenta out in a single push. It came out so quickly and easily, that Isaac and the EMT were both too distracted by their argument to even realize it was being delivered till it landed on the floor with a rather sickening plop. Chris leaned back against the bench, closed his eyes and sighed in relief. 

“I'll let you properly dispose of that,” Isaac said as he stood and offered the bewildered EMT a curt smile. “The other one's in the trash can over there,” he pointed as he headed over to grab a stack of fresh towels from a nearby pile. 

The second team of EMTs arrived as the EMT was collecting the placenta from the floor. Isaac gave them a quick rundown of things as he helped Chris dry his sweaty body off as best they could. One of the new EMTs produced a sheet, which he placed over Chris’ shoulders, giving him some coverage as he made his slow and shaky transition to his waiting gurney. 

Isaac insisted on coming to the hospital with him. He also insisted on riding along in Chris’ ambulance despite the younger man's protests. Chris wanted him to ride in the other ambulance with the triplets, but Isaac and one of the EMTs explained there wouldn't be enough room. As a compromise, the doctor gave the EMT his phone after connecting it with Chris’ via FaceTime, that way they'd be able to see the babies on the way to the hospital. 

As the two men rode in the back of their ambulance with an EMT, who started taking Chris’ vitals, they were quiet at first. After a couple minutes of awkward silence other than the wail of the sirens, Isaac cleared his throat. 

“I should've asked you sooner, but needless to say, things got pretty busy, pretty quick,” he began. 

“Yeah, you don't say…” Chris rolled his tired eyes. 

“Anyway… I'm assuming the other father isn't in the picture?” Isaac continued. 

The younger man shook his head. “Nope.” 

“Well then, that should make my next question easier,” the doctor smiled down at him as he reached for and grabbed his closest hand. 

“Yeah?”

 “Would you like to go out on a date sometime?” Isaac asked. “It could be at home,” he continued with a nod. “I realize you're going to have your hands full as a single dad, so…”

“That doesn't scare you?” Chris asked. 

Isaac shook his head. “Not at all.”

 “And you don't think I'm some stupid idiot for not knowing I was pregnant with triplets?” 

“Well…” he laughed. 

“Fair enough!” Chris chuckled back. “I deserve that,” he rolled his eyes again. “But my body…”

“What about it?” Isaac frowned. 

“You saw the belly I'm left with!” The younger man groaned. “And my pecs are only so big ‘cause they're full of milk!”

 “The belly will go away. So will the milk. Neither bother me,” Isaac replied. “So how ‘bout that date?”

 “Does now count?” Chris smirked at him. 

The doctor laughed. “No, it doesn't! But I do think it's a good time for a kiss!” He said as he leaned in and planted one on Chris’ lips.