The Doctor's Diaries - Pt. 1 (Patreon)

A new commission from "anonymous." Each part will focus on one pregnancy from "start" (this will vary) to finish. The doctor has intentionally been left nameless and almost free of description so you can place yourself in their place.

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The Doctor's Diaries

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part One: Connor

Sixteen Weeks

I took on a new patient today. His name is Connor and he's thirty-nine years old, two years younger than me.

When I told him that this, his first pregnancy, was technically going to be classified as “geriatric,” the handsome man didn't look too thrilled. I quickly assured him given what I'd seen so far, I didn't foresee him having any problems.

“Even though I'm having twins?” He asked skeptically.

“Even though,” I confirmed.

After physically examining him and performing a sonogram, I put Connor at sixteen weeks. He'd already told me this but sometimes, patients swear up and down they knew when they conceived, only to be off by weeks. As such, I always like to make sure myself, but Connor turned out to be spot on.

First-time dads aren't always the easiest, but in this regard, my newest patient's age helped. “Older” people tend to be easier to work with and their expectations are easier to manage. Even though Connor's pregnancy involved multiples and “advanced age,” I would take it any day over a teen one.

When Connor told me he'd known he was pregnant for about two months, I was surprised. Why? Because unlike most of my other patients, especially the “older” ones, he didn't seem very excited. He soon told me why…

Connor was divorced from a woman. Had been for going on four years. While he'd been married, he'd actually been married to his career and eventually, his wife had enough. She filed for divorce, took their two kids and moved across the country. As a result of working his ass off for himself and them, Connor hardly saw his kids anymore. He'd lost his family.

So while he had two somewhat “intimate” pregnancy encounters/experiences, his first pregnancy was the result of a hookup that occurred during a work conference (go figure!) Connor basically explained to me that not only had he been lonely, he'd been curious about being with another man for some time, so one thing had quickly led to another.

His certainly wasn't the first pregnancy I'd dealt with that had come about “unexpectedly,” but it was the first in some time that happened to a straight, admittedly curious man. All that being said, I didn't judge. That wasn't my place…

Connor went on to say that once he realized he was pregnant, he thought long and hard about ending it, but ultimately decided not to. He reasoned he was only thirty-nine, still relatively young, and that he'd made boatloads of money after having devoted himself pretty much fully to his career rather than his family. Now that he'd lost the latter, Connor wanted a second chance, even if he'd have to take it on his own.

“Honestly, it serves me right…” he sighed as I finished up his exam. “I get to find out how my ex felt,” he shrugged before asking, “You don't think I'm crazy for going through with this, do you, doc?”

I smiled at him and shook my head as I reached out and gave his presently small belly that I'd just wiped clean of gel, a gentle pat.

“Not at all,” I assured him.

“Well at least one of us doesn't!” Connor grunted as he sat up and then slid off the bed to redress.

After that, he seemed to perk up some. He even gave me a pretty dashing smile as we were setting his next appointment, like he was finally getting excited that this was happening. Finally getting more comfortable with the decision he'd made.

I hope he does, ‘cause it's always nicer to work with someone who wants to be pregnant.

Twenty Weeks

Connor came in for the second time today. In the month since I last saw him, he'd definitely done some growing.

According to his just updated chart, he'd gained 13 lbs, most of which I quickly noted, had gone to his belly, which was more prominent now and starting to look undeniably pregnant. To an untrained eye, it could still pass for a beer belly guys his/our age often end up sporting, but not mine…

13 lbs in a single month, only halfway through a pregnancy would usually be considered too much, but I let Connor slide. As much as it pains me to admit it since I'm older than him, he isn't exactly a “spring chicken” anymore.

Pre-pregnancy, I pegged him as being in pretty impressive shape for a guy our age, who worked as much as he/we did. During his previous appointment, I'd told Connor to start taking it a little easier at the gym, and it appeared as though he'd listened…

Connor's arms were still large, his chest remained broad and muscular, and his legs thick with strength, but he wasn't quite as pumped as he'd been the month prior. As I performed his second sonogram, I noticed that the dense hair coating his newly formed belly was starting to thin… Connor wasn't losing it like some guys do as their hormone levels fluctuate, his was literally thinning as his skin stretched out more and more over the twins.

I usually prefer hairless bellies, but on Connor, the thick but thinning coat of hair worked. I found it strangely appealing that this already literal daddy was a “man's man” at least in appearance… I didn't mention it to him, but all that hair would help Connor hide any stretch marks he'd probably end up developing. From what I knew of him so far, I didn't think he'd get offended if I did, but I decided to err on the side of caution.

Connor definitely seemed to be in better spirits during this appointment. He was notably more engaged and seemingly interested in what I had to say.

He shared with me that he'd started to tell people about his pregnancy. He said some had already guessed and that those who hadn't were surprised given what they'd known of him prior. Either case, Connor said it felt good to finally let the cat out of the bag.

I'm happy for him. Connor being happy won't just make things easier for me, but more importantly, for himself.

As the exam progressed, I noted how important it was for Connor to take care of himself and the twins. Eventually, I got him signed up not only for a birthing class, but one for new parents as well.

He was more than a little reluctant to sign up for the latter, but I gently reminded him he was going to be “doing this alone.” That and it'd probably been a good “minute” since he'd last changed a newborn's diaper, let alone fed one from his own chest, so he agreed without any further argument.

During his second exam, Connor also shared with me that he planned on scaling back his workload. This made me immensely happy as it was a subject I planned on bringing up in the near future, and was already concerned about how he would react to the request/suggestion? But much to my relief, Connor seemed determined to not make the same mistakes he had this time around, saving me the trouble.

When I asked him if he wanted to know the gender of the twins, Connor hesitated. His undeniably pretty blue eyes simmered with excitement as he looked from the monitor, to up and over at me.

“Most people find out, don't they?” He asked, seeming to already know the answer.

“They do,” I replied. “But that doesn't mean you have to,” I shook my head.

“We did… both times,” he said quietly. “But…” he hesitated. “This time is… different.”

“Then just think about it some more,” I suggested as I started wiping his hairy belly off. “You can find out next time if you want, or you can call the office anytime between appointments if you change your mind.”

“Stupid question, I know… But health-care, there isn't any reason to, is there?” He asked.

“There's no such thing as a stupid question,” I shook my head as I reached for another clean towel. Connor was only halfway through his pregnancy and already, we were up to two. “But no, there's no reason.”

 “Then I'm gonna wait,” he nodded.

“Just let me know when you're ready,” I said. “I'm not gonna keep asking…” I warned, shaking my head again. “But that doesn't mean I won't tell you, just that you'll have to ask if you want to.”

“Deal,” he nodded as he gave me his biggest and brightest smile to date.

Twenty-four Weeks

This exam took place bright and early one Saturday morning.

Every other weekend, I saw a couple patients on Saturdays and this time, Connor was one of them. His appointment started my half day off, and assuming no one went into labor, I'd be back home before lunch.

This time, I was the first one in the exam room as this time, Connor and I both had a little more “prep work” to do before we saw each other.

After closing the door behind me, I went over to a cabinet I didn't access during every appointment, opened it, and started looking around inside. If anyone else were to enter the room at that moment and seen inside the cabinet, they might've thought they were in a sex shop rather than a doctor's office as I perused the assortment of different sized, shaped and colored dildos in my self-proclaimed “treasure chest.”

I wouldn't be sure which “toy” I'd end up selecting till after I performed my first internal exam on Connor, but given his sexual history, I predicted it was going to be one of the thicker ones. Not wanting to scare him, I also visually selected a smaller, “more manageable” option I would suggest he start with if he balked at my initial, substantially more girthy, selection.

My selections visually made based on my assumptions, I closed the cabinet and waited for Connor's arrival. He ended up being almost ten minutes late.

As soon as he lumbered into the room, belly first, he apologized. Connor wasn't waddling yet, but he was well on his way now.

“The uh, clean out process…” he began, slightly out of breath. “Took a little longer than expected,” he admitted with a nervous laugh. “It's not something I, uh…” he paused again. “Do every day,” he blushed.

“Don't worry about it,” I waved as the nurse handed me his updated chart.

“Thanks, but I'm going to till I find out if I was thorough enough!” Connor chuckled again as he went over to the foot of the bed and leaned back against it, spreading his thick legs for support.

“Don't worry,” I said again. “You'll quickly get the hang of it.”

“Yeah. So internal exam day, huh?” He asked as he placed his left hand behind him on the bed and his right atop his belly.

“Internal and external,” I said. “You're gonna get it all today!”

 “Yay…” he replied, less than enthusiastically.

“It's not as bad as it sounds,” I promised.

“I'm not worried about it being bad,” Connor shook his head. “I'm worried about it being awkward!”

“Can't help you much there!” I conceded with a chuckle of my own. “But if it makes you feel any better, you don't have anything I haven't seen or felt a million times before,” I smiled at him over his chart before a particular number on it caught my eye, causing me to frown.

Connor noticed right away. “Everything OK, doc?” He asked me as he frowned a little too.

“Yes,” I nodded slowly. “Everything's fine, I think. I just noticed your most recent weight…”

He groaned. “It's too high, isn't it? God, I already feel like a blimp!” He groaned again as he looked down and out at his belly beyond his now slightly softer and fuller but still large and masculine chest.

“Actually, no…”

“No?” Connor frowned a little deeper.

I shook my head. “It's a little low.”

 “Low?!” He repeated in surprise.

I nodded. “You only gained 7 lbs since I last saw you.”

 Connor grunted. “Yeah, 7 more!”

“Yes, but you're having twins,” I needlessly reminded. “I would've liked you to have put on at least another 10.”

 “Another 10?!”

 “Connor…” I chuckled. “You're gonna put on A LOT more than that before all's said and done!”

“I know…” he rolled his blue eyes. “It's just…”

“Pregnancy should be seen as a time to let go,” I gently cut in. “Within reason, of course.”

He grunted. “I've always struggled with that. Letting go, I mean.”

“I know you have a lot on your mind and a lot's changing for you now,” I nodded. “But that also makes it a good time to change your mindset as well.”

 “OK,” he nodded back.

“We can talk more about that after I examine you,” I said as I set Connor's chart down on the counter and pulled on some gloves. “Now if you could get undressed for me, please,” I requested.

“Oh, um…” the thirty-nine year old hesitated as he looked around the room. “I don't think the nurse left a gown for me?”

 “She didn't,” I shook my head. “This is a full exam,” I emphasized.

“Right…” he chuckled again as he pushed off the bed and started to slowly strip. “Nothing you haven't seen and felt a million times before, right?”

“That's right,” I nodded.

Since it was Saturday, Connor was dressed casually. The t-shirt had probably fit him pretty snuggly before his pregnancy so now it clung to him. As soon as he raised his arms above his head to take it off, several inches of his now prominent, hairy belly were exposed.

“I guess since this is a full exam, you want everything off, huh?” He asked as he set his t-shirt on the chair next to the exam table. The one usually occupied by partners.

“Please,” I confirmed.

Below his expanding waist, Connor had on a pair of gray sweats. There's just something about gray sweatpants that draw the eye, mine included, so even as I started to visually assess his belly from across the room, my gaze was naturally drawn lower as Connor removed his pants.

Before he did, I noted the prominent bulge he was sporting in front. Pregnancy aside, Connor was a pretty big guy and that seemed to include downstairs as well. My inkling was confirmed when he stepped out of his sweats and revealed a pair of black briefs, which were obviously straining to contain him. Front and back, I noted as Connor turned to place his sweats atop his shirt.

“There was something I've been meaning to ask you,” he said as he worked his large hands into the elastic waistband of his briefs and pulled it away from his skin.

“Yeah?”

Connor remained facing the chair as he pulled his briefs down, giving me a great view of his beefy, also hairy ass.

“My balls…” he said as he leaned forward some, causing his cheeks to part, revealing his hole, which was also unsurprisingly surrounded by hair. “They've always been big, but recently…” he paused as he stepped out of his briefs and then straightened back up and turned around. “They've been getting bigger. Notably bigger,” he said as he gestured to his package, which he was no longer able to see standing up.

Not that they hadn't been drawn downward already, but my eyes followed his hand. Needless to say, given my occupation, I'd seen plenty of guys in “all their glory,” but I had to remind myself not to react unprofessionally, because Connor had the biggest balls I'd ever seen, and like I said, I've seen a lot!

Still from across the room, I estimated each one to be the size of a lemon. They more than filled his scrotum, which looked slightly red, especially towards the bottom, where it was most strained. Sitting atop his bulging sack was a fat, uncircumcised cock that soft, probably came in at an impressive 5”.

“That happens to a lot of guys,” I nodded.

“Are they gonna get any bigger?” Connor asked.

“Most likely,” I nodded again.

“Shit!” He grunted.

“If support is becoming an issue, I suggest jockstraps. There are sites online that sell ones with larger, more supportive pouches,” I shared. “I can send you some links if you'd like?”

 “That'd be great,” Connor replied, still looking down at himself for a few more moments before raising his gaze to me. “Up on the table?” He asked.

“Please. Lemme know if you need any help.”

“Pretty sure I can still manage,” he said as he lumbered over to the left side of the table, turned so his meaty ass was facing it, then backed up and sat down. “For now… We'll see about… next time!” He huffed as he started working himself fully on.

“Looks like your chest is starting to develop,” I noted as he made his final adjustments for the moment.

“Yeah,” Connor grunted again as he dipped his chin and looked between his pecs. “My nipples are getting bigger and darker.”

“Also to be expected.”

 “Am I gonna develop boobs?” He asked.

“Given your musculature, I don't think so, though you are having twins so your milk production will be higher than an average pregnancy,” I replied. “Have you given any thought to breastfeeding?”

 “A little. Still thinking about it.”

 “I'm sure they'll go over the pros and cons in your class, if they haven't done so already but remember, it's up to you.”

 “Yeah,” Connor nodded as I started slathering his belly with gel.

The ultrasound was quick. Given their size, the twins were easy to locate now. Connor stared intently at the monitor as I described to him what I was seeing, including how I would've liked the babies to be a little bigger than they were. He nodded his understanding, though he didn't seem too happy about it.

Connor didn't ask what he was having and as I'd promised, I didn't ask him if he wanted to know. After the ultrasound was complete, I handed him a towel so he could clear what he could reach of his belly of gel, while I worked on the lower portion. This time, we used a total of three towels to get him cleaned up.

Next came the internal part of the exam. I helped Connor work his legs into the stirrups I raised from the foot of the table, then verbally guided him into place, asking him to scooch down a little so I could have better access. He grunted as he did.

“Sorry about the forest down there…” he chuckled, obviously embarrassed. “If it would make you more comfortable, I can make an appointment to get waxed?” He offered.

“Don't worry about me. However you're most comfortable is totally fine,” I said as I went to a nearby drawer and removed a speculum. “Now speaking of comfortable, this next part might not be the most… I'm going to have to open you up some and…”

“Poke around?” He predicted.

“Basically.”

Connor grunted when I inserted the instrument, but to my surprise, he didn't complain as I cranked it, forcing him open. Also to my surprise, his hole didn't have as much resistance as I'd been expecting.

“Huh…” I grunted before I could stop myself.

“Everything good?” He asked.

“Yes,” I nodded, even though he couldn't see me do so. “I was just expecting a little more…”

“Difficulty?”

“Yes,” I chuckled.

“About that…” he chuckled back. “Recently, I've been using, um…” he hesitated. “Toys. I hope that's OK?”

“That's great!” I replied. “I was actually going to suggest it since I assumed you would be pretty tight down here,” I said as I started poking around as gently as I could. “So it's great you're already doing so.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep!”

“It's not bad for the babies?”

“So long as you don't go ridiculously deep or hard, and I really am talking ridiculously,” I emphasized. “It's fine. It'll help you a lot in the long run.”

 “OK,” Connor replied with a sudden grunt and a slight shift of his legs.

My gaze traversed his hairy taint, up to his heavy and full balls, which were obscuring some of it. Sitting atop them, I watched as Connor's girthy member rapidly engorged.

“Shit…” he shakily groaned. “I'm so sorry, doc!” He apologized, sounding mortified. “I…”

“You're totally fine,” I assured him. “It's a completely natural reaction. I'd be concerned if you didn't become around while your prostate was being stimulated…”

“OK!” He laughed. “So, uh… How's everything, um… looking and feeling?” He asked as I continued to poke around.

“Fine,” I replied. “No concerns. Out of curiosity, how big is the toy you've been using?”

 “Oh, uh… I, um… Honestly, I'm not sure?” He laughed again.

He was obviously nervous and probably more than a little embarrassed. Same as his reaction to his prostate being stimulated, I would've been concerned if he hadn't been. This was new territory for him, after all. All of it…

“That's OK,” I said as having seen and felt all I needed to, I stood, removed my gloves and threw them away. “I have some toys here at the office available for purchase,” I told him as I took his legs from the stirrups one at a time. “I'll show you one I think you should try and work up to. You're more than welcome to buy it here but you don't have to,” I smiled and shook my head as I patted him on the knee.

“OK,” Connor nodded as he adjusted to his legs being back down.

“You can get dressed now,” I said as I headed back for the cabinet containing the dildos.

“Thank you!” He exhaled, sounding immensely relieved, which caused me to smirk into the cabinet as I bypassed what was going to be my initial suggestion and went for the one I thought Connor would've been scared of, but didn't think he would be anymore.

“I just remembered another question,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“Is it normal for my chest to be sensitive and sometimes even a little sore?”

“Yep.”

“Pregnancy is weird…” Connor chuckled. “Not as bad as I expected, but definitely weird!”

“I know you know now, but your body's undergoing a lot of changes,” I replied. “If there's a next time, it won't be so weird.”

 He grunted. “I don't think there's gonna be a next time!”

I smiled into it as I closed the cabinet and then turned back around, large, packaged dildo in hand. It was about 7” long and just as thick. Since I still didn't think Connor to be as “experienced” as other men who typically got pregnant, I thought as much girth as he could handle would be most beneficial for him.

“So this is the kind of toy I think would be good for you to work up to,” I said as I held out the dildo to show it off.

Connor didn't take it ‘cause he was still working himself back into his sweats. He'd gotten his briefs back on, which were now very strained as he remained semi-erect.

“That's it?” He frowned at the toy as he pulled his sweats over his ample rump.

“I know it looks big, but…” I started to say.

Connor laughed and shook his head. “This is embarrassing…”

“No need to…”

“No!” He cut me off with a wave, still laughing. “What's embarrassing is that the toy I've been using is bigger!” He explained.

“Oh!”

 “Yeah…”

“Well then in that case…” I said as I turned and headed back for the cabinet. As soon as I did, Connor groaned.

“I need to go bigger?!”

 I chuckled as I opened the cabinet and made a new selection. “Honestly, Connor… The bigger the better. I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but babies are…”

“A LOT bigger than cocks, real or otherwise?” He correctly deduced and finished for me.

“That, they are,” I confirmed as I placed the “scary” dildo back and made an even more “advanced” selection.

The next toy I selected wasn't a dildo, it was a butt plug, and a wide one at that. At its widest, it was close to 9 ½” inches, so I expected Connor to balk but when he saw it, after taking it and its packaging in hand, he eventually nodded.

“I'll take it,” he said.

“You don't have to get it here,” I reminded. “But if you do and you have an FSA account…”

“I do.”

 “Well, you could use it to pay for it.”

“Nice!” Connor smirked as he set the packaged plug down on the bed and started putting his t-shirt back on.

If I had to guess, today would probably be the last time he wore it out in public till after he gave birth…

“So when do I see you next, doc?” He asked as his head disappeared inside the fabric. “Are we still going to do once a month?” He questioned as it popped out and he inserted his arms into their holes.

“For now,” I nodded. “At some point, the closer we get, we'll switch to every two weeks and then maybe at the end, once a week but now, how does the 28th work for you?”

“The 28th for my twenty-eight week exam. Seems fitting, but that's a Thursday,” Connor noted as he looked at the calendar on his phone.

“Do we need to choose another day?”

 “Am I going to be having another internal exam?” He asked. “If so, then yes, I'd like to schedule another Saturday appointment so I don't have to worry about going to work after.”

 “Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, looking from my tablet over to him in some concern.

“Oh, no, it's not that!” He quickly assured. “Well, maybe a little, but probably not how you're thinking…”

“Sorry,” I frowned. “You lost me…”

“All that poking and prodding…” he started. “It got me kinda worked up. I plan to go home and use my new toy to… help,” he chuckled. “Anyway, now that I know that, I'd rather not have to worry about going to work after the exam if it's going to be internal, so..?”

“I don't foresee the need to do another internal exam next time, but I can't rule it out either,” I replied. “Unfortunately, I'm booked that Saturday, so why don't we make your appointment late on the 28th just in case?” I suggested.

“It's a date,” Connor nodded.

Twenty-eight Weeks

This time, Connor waddled into the exam room. Between that and his business casual paternity attire, he now really looked like a daddy. He also looked tired.

“I thought you said you were going to be cutting back your schedule at work?” I said as I waited for him to unbutton his shirt and get himself onto the table.

So long as everything looked OK, this exam was going to be brief. I just needed access to Connor's hairy belly to perform another sonogram.

“That's the plan,” he replied. “Hasn't happened yet,” he admitted with a huff as he undid the last button and his belly popped free. “But it's going to… Soon, now, I swear!” He nodded at me as he took his shirt off and draped it over the back of the chair.

“OK,” I nodded back as I took in his notably larger upper body.

Of course, his belly had done the most growing. Now, anyone could tell Connor was pregnant… He already looked due with one baby (a big one at that) but he had more growing to do. A lot more…

Connor's chest had also undergone some serious growth. It was still masculine and blocky, but noticeably fuller and softer and his nipples had gotten bigger and darker as well as they readied to potentially feed the twins.

“I made a decision,” Connor said once he was up and laid back on the table.

“Oh?”

“I wanna be surprised. About the genders. We want to be surprised, I guess I should say,” he corrected himself with a slight blush.

“We?” I repeated in surprise.

Connor nodded. “I reconnected with the other father.”

 “Oh!” I raised my brows as I started coating his belly.

“His name is Trent. He's gay, totally out and was totally surprised when I told him and then he saw me,” Connor chuckled. “But he's excited.”

“That's good!”

 He nodded. “We're still figuring things out, but I'm excited.”

 “You should be,” I nodded back. “And you and he will be happy to know that the twins look great,” I said as I looked at the screen after placing the wand. “I'm happy too ‘cause you're up 16 lbs since I last saw you.”

“It feels more like thirty!” Connor groaned. “But Trent likes the belly,” he shared with a smirk.

“That always helps!” I smirked back. “So have you been using the new toy?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

 “And?” I raised my brows again.

“Woof!” Connor grunted. “But I do like it!” He admitted. “Between it and Trent, I don't think I'm gonna have any trouble giving birth!” He proudly shook his head.

While I appreciated his confidence, I didn't want Connor thinking giving birth twice was going to be easy. Given the rate they were growing, I predicted the twins to weigh between 12-14 lbs each at birth, so Connor needed to do all the stretching he could beforehand.

“Well keep it up.”

At the moment, both babies were head down. They were laying side by side, facing each other, giving Connor's belly an almost perfect egg shape. I didn't say anything, but I hope neither of the babies flip… Hopefully, one will eventually descend and take its place as the first to be born. If one of them was to flip later on, it would be a lot harder for them to naturally get back into position and a lot more uncomfortable for Connor but at the moment, everything looked fine so I said so.

“We can go another month before I see you again,” I said. “That'll put you at thirty-two weeks, at which time I'll start seeing you every week or every other.”

“Do you think I'll make it to term?” Connor asked as he took the towel I handed him and we both set to work wiping off his bulging belly.

I nodded as I wiped. “Since you're having twins, the goal is to get you to thirty-six weeks, and I think you'll make it. That being said, the ultimate goal is to keep the babies inside of you and growing as long as possible,” I said as I already moved onto my second towel and handed him another as well.

“So at least another six weeks, huh?” Connor sighed as he looked at his belly.

“At least. Ideally more.”

 He groaned.

“Also ideally, by the next time I see you, you'll either be on paternity leave or you'll have drastically reduced your workload,” I said. “That'll make things easier.”

“I'm definitely going to reduce it,” Connor nodded. “As far as paternity leave, when I take it is up to me, so…”

“So do yourself a favor and take it voluntarily before I make you,” I playfully warned.

“OK, doc,” he nodded and smirked.

“Heads up…” I warned again. “Next time I see you, I need to perform another internal exam.”

 “Oh, joy!” Connor rolled his pretty blue eyes. “In that case, let's get me on the books for Saturday.”

“I already put you down,” I replied. “Hopefully ten o'clock works?”

 “That's fine. Would it be OK if Trent came?” He asked.

“Of course,” I nodded.

“I'm not sure he's gonna want to, but I'm gonna ask,” Connor shrugged.

“You should.”

“You think so?”

 It was my turn to shrug. “I'm not totally familiar with your situation or what your plans with Trent are, but I think so.”

“I'm not sure yet either,” Connor chuckled.

“Don't stress about it,” I shook my head. “You'll figure it out.”

 “Easier said than done, but thanks…”

Thirty-two Weeks

Connor obviously figured some things out with Trent because he came to this appointment.

After knocking on the door, I entered the room shortly after ten and found an already shirtless Connor being helped out of his underwear (this time a jockstrap) by a notably younger man.

“Hey, doc,” Connor said as I closed the door behind me. “This is Trent.”

 I think I did a pretty good job of hiding my surprise. What surprised me was that Trent was probably about a decade younger than Connor. Between that and not being pregnant, he had no problem springing up to his full height from his crouched position next to his… whatever Connor was to him.

As soon as he was standing, Trent smiled, walked over and offered me his hand to shake. When I reacted by simply staring at it, he looked down at his hand in concern and promptly laughed.

“Oops, sorry, man!” He apologized as he switched the jockstrap to his left hand.

“No problem,” I smirked. “Welcome. Glad you could join us today,” I said as we shook.

“Me too,” Trent nodded. “I'm excited to see the twins!” He grinned as he took his hand back.

“Like it's possible for you to miss them now!” The twin-filled thirty-nine year old groused as he placed his hands on his lower back, right above his ass.

As soon as the heels of his palms were in place, I noticed that he pressed them firmly against his by now, probably aching hips, which I could tell had gotten wider since his last visit. Pressing against his hips thrust Connor's now more torpedo-shaped belly even further out in front of him, as well as lifted it slightly from its new lower position. All of this also caused his now much fuller pecs to jostle and bounce some.

“Babe!” Trent laughed, rolling his honey-colored eyes at Connor as he playfully shook his head before turning and setting his gaze back on me. “Seems like he's always complaining about how big I got him!” He explained.

Well this is interesting… I thought to myself. Trent is calling Connor “babe” and openly sharing commentary regarding “their” pregnancy with me. Good for them! If they're happy, so am I.

I smirked at Trent. “At some point, the other dad always gets blamed,” I shared from experience, having witnessed plenty such interactions.

Once I'd alleviated some of Connor's baby daddy's guilt, I turned my attention back to him. “So how have things been since last time?” I asked as I started going over his chart.

Connor sighed. “I put myself on paternity leave a week ago.”

“That's great!” I smiled.

“I guess…” he sighed again.

“He did so begrudgingly, with some convincing from me,” Trent shared before adding, “But the important thing is he did it,” he smiled and nodded as he reached out and rubbed the closest side of the older man's bulging, hairy belly.

“I was just going to cut back some more, but then…” Connor trailed off.

“Did something happen?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

“Yeah!” He nodded. “I gained another 20 lbs!” He huffed.

“22 lbs,” I corrected with a chuckle.

“Jesus!” He groaned and rolled his eyes. “So yeah… I'm on leave now.”

“Well I for one am happy,” I smiled and nodded before turning to Trent and asking, “Ready to meet your twins?”

“Beyond!” He grinned.

“Me too!” Connor exhaled. “I mean, obviously, I've already ‘met them,’” he said with a set of air quotes. “I'm quite familiar with them at this point. I'm also starting to feel pretty damn silly standing here all huge and naked!” He rolled his eyes again. “So will you help me onto the table, babe?” He asked Trent.

I smiled to myself as I set Connor's chart down and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I was a little surprised he too was using the affectionate nickname but again, if he and Trent were happy, then so was I.

A few minutes later, after I'd finished slathering all of Connor's belly with a ton of gel, the guys took one another's hand then set their gazes on the monitor as I placed the wand on his pregnancy and started moving it around. Given their size, it was now easier to locate part of a twin than it was to avoid it, and even in grainy black and white, it was pretty evident what was what.

That being the case, if either Trent or Connor noticed what their babies did or didn't have between their legs, they didn't say anything so neither did I. The twins were both still head down, though one, Baby A as I now referred to it since it had taken the lead as the presumed first to be born, had worked itself a little lower since Connor's last exam, which is why his belly had dropped some and changed shape.

When I finished the sonogram, I handed the two daddies-to-be two towels each, and let them wipe Connor off while I got ready to perform his internal exam. After raising the stirrups and placing his legs in them, my speculum and I took our places between Connor's spread, hairy thighs.

He didn't grunt as I inserted the speculum, nor did he grunt as I opened him. In fact, Connor basically didn't react at all. I, on the other hand, did…

“Wow…” I couldn't help but say. “You really have been, uh…” I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to tactfully say what I'd just seen.

Thankfully, Connor helped me out.

“Yeah…” he let out a deep chuckle on the other side of his belly. “Between Trent and the toys, yes, toys,” he emphasized. “I've definitely loosened up a bit.”

“You certainly have!” I confirmed.

“He certainly has!” Trent grunted, sounding slightly disappointed.

“Sorry, doc, and Trent…” Connor sighed. “I know this might be TMI, but it's gotten to the point I sometimes worry about trusting a fart!” He admitted. “But that's normal, right, doc?” He asked, continuing for he let me answer. “I mean it'll help in the end and things will eventually go back to normal, right?” He asked with some obvious urgency.

“It's going to take some time, probably a couple months, give or take, but yes, things should eventually go back to normal,” I confirmed before cautioning, “If not close.”

 Connor sighed again. “Close isn't ideal, but I guess I can work with that.”

“I'd be happy to work with close again!” Trent jumped back in. “I'm not saying I don't enjoy you now, babe,” he preemptively clarified with a shake of his head. “But when we met and I found out you were basically the DILF equivalent of a virgin?!” He finished with a deep grunt.

“Oh, wow! OK, Trent!” Connor said with an obviously embarrassed laugh. “No offense, but that's enough from you for now!”

 “What?! I…” the younger man went on.

During all this banter, I'd been “poking around” inside my twin-filled patient. Now that I knew he'd really been “working out” downstairs, I wasn't all that surprised that Connor hadn't reacted in discomfort to any of my prods. That's not to say he didn't react at all, he just did so on a more “natural” level…

Almost as soon as I started poking around, Connor's thick member began to engorge atop his now really, really big balls. Between them and his belly, it didn't really have anywhere to go but out. As I eyed it, I noticed that precum had started to emerge from its tip at a rather impressive rate, but I didn't comment on it because not only was this the expected result, but more so because of what I was feeling…

“So guys… All the… work you've been doing is great,” I made sure to point out. “But going forward, I really need to stress how important it is for the two of you to be careful.”

“Is something wrong, doc?” Connor asked. “Are the babies OK?”

“Everything, the babies included, is fine,” I quickly assured. “But right now, I'd put you at ½ a centimeter dilated.”

“Already?!” He asked in surprise and obvious concern.

“Yes, already, but that's OK!” I found myself emphasizing again with a nod, even though neither Connor or Trent saw me do so.

“Are you sure?” The younger daddy-to-be asked.

“Yes, Trent, I'm sure.”

 “Sorry!” He apologized. “I know you know more about pregnancy than I do… Both of you do, I just…”

“You're worried, I understand. But there's no need to be.”

 “But maybe there is?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Should I tell him, or do you want to, babe?” Trent asked Connor.

“You can tell him,” Connor replied. “Something tells me he's not gonna be surprised…” he concluded with a brief chuckle.

“Again, I see no need for either of you to worry, but if you guys know something that I should know, I suggest you tell me,” I said, raising my brows and looking between them as I waited for one of them to spill the beans.

“I'm…” Trent began, only to immediately pause. “I'm very well-endowed,” he shared, not looking at me but down at the floor.

“Oh!” I replied. “OK…”

“Very!” Connor emphasized.

“Well that explains some things!” I chuckled. “But so long as you guys don't go at it too hard, or too long anymore, I think you'll be just fine.”

“I won't hurt the babies?” Trent asked, looking up at me. The concern in his eyes as well as his tone, made him seem even younger.

I shook my head. “You guys are smart. You won't hurt the babies.”

“So we can keep having sex?” He asked, his brows raising this time.

“You can keep having sex,” I smirked and nodded. “Doing so will continue to help Connor.”

A big grin formed on Trent's handsome face as he turned from me and looked at the man he'd knocked up. “Did you hear that, babe?” He asked him, all excited.

“I heard…”

With the internal part of the exam done, I took Connor's legs from the stirrups, then Trent and I helped him off the table. After, I went and grabbed my tablet to book our next appointment.

“Since we're entering the home stretch, I'd like to see you two weeks from now,” I said as I pulled up my calendar.

Connor nodded as he started getting dressed, with Trent's help, of course. Now that he was on paternity leave, his schedule was wide open so we didn't have a problem finding a time that worked for us, Trent now also included.

Once the appointment was set, I said goodbye to the daddies-to-be and headed off to my next appointment, my last for the day.

Thirty-four Weeks

I had to cancel Connor's appointment because another one of my patients went into labor a few days early. The following day when I arrived at the office, I had a note from one of the receptionists saying Connor had called and requested to speak with me before rescheduling.

I had back to back appointments all morning, so I didn't get the chance to call him back till lunchtime. As such, I wasn't surprised that when he answered, Connor did so through a mouthful.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he hurried to finish what he was chewing.

“I can call back if you want?” I offered.

“No, this should be…” he paused to swallow. “Quick.”

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, everything's fine. Trent and I were just wondering if it would be OK for me to do a little traveling?” Connor asked.

“Define a little.”

“Just out to the shore for a few days. We'll be back on Monday.”

 “So what, you'll be about two hours away?”

 “Probably a little more with traffic and bathroom breaks, but yeah,” he confirmed. “Trent wants to take me on a babymoon,” he shared with a chuckle.

“That's sweet,” I replied. “Do you have time to see me before you go?”

“Any chance you'd be able to fit me in today?”

“Unfortunately, I'm booked solid today.”

 “And we leave tomorrow morning…”

“Well then I guess I'll see you when I get back,” I said. “Lemme give you my cell, that way you can call or text if anything comes up.”

“Nothing should though, right?” Connor asked as he took another bite of whatever he was eating. “Pretty sure I've gained at least another 10 lbs but I still haven't had any Braxton-Hicks. The babies aren't moving as much anymore, but only ‘cause I think they're running out of room…”

“You should be fine,” I said before giving him my number and then scheduling another appointment for the following Tuesday.

Thirty-six Weeks

I also ended up having to cancel Connor's rescheduled appointment because another patient went into labor while I was supposed to see him, this time a few days after they were due. Three more guys went into labor that week, so between that and my other appointments, I wasn't able to see Connor again till the following Tuesday, though we did catch up over the phone, during which we both assessed everything was still going fine.

The nurse and I crossed paths out in the hallway, where she handed me Connor's chart. I came to a stop outside the door to his room and briefly looked the newest information over. As I did, my eyes bulged…

Connor was up another 31 lbs in the month since I'd last seen him. Not that it had been for some time, but now, the twins being underweight, most definitely wasn't a concern anymore.

As soon as I entered the room after knocking, I came to an almost immediate stop dead in my tracks. Of course, I expected Connor to be bigger than the last time I saw him, especially given his most recent weight gain, but I was still more than a bit shocked when I laid eyes on him…

He was leaned back against the closest side of the exam table and wincing as Trent stood where else, but right next to him, fervently pressing and kneading his lower back. As I quickly assessed the situation, it appeared as though Connor still had everything he'd come to the appointment wearing, but that wasn't to say he was fully clothed…

Almost half of Connor's hairy belly bulged out from under the hem of his too small and too tight shirt. The huge orb was definitely lower now, its taut underside hovering just above the crotch of his straining gray sweats. It stuck out a few inches more than it had the last time I'd seen it but more so, it'd rounded out again, bringing it mostly back to resembling an egg.

A gigantic egg that stuck out more at the bottom than it did the top.

“Good morning, guys,” I greeted as I closed the door behind me. “Everything OK..?”

Connor nodded, even as he continued to wince. “Back spasm…” he explained. “Another one… My hips are killing me too!” He groaned.

“I'd say I didn't know why, but the answer's more than obvious now!” I chuckled as I set his chart down on the counter. “Someone definitely had another growth spurt!”

“31 lbs in a month! A pound a day?! That's more than a damn growth spurt!” He huffed.

“31 lbs is a little above average,” I confirmed with a nod, slightly sugar-coating my response.

“I know you told me that babies do their most growing during the third trimester…” Connor nodded again. “But come on, now!” He groaned as he set his large, right hand atop his belly in front of his now very full pecs, which were now capped with large, thicker and darker nipples, both of which were threatening to tear through the strained fabric of his tee.

“God…” Connor groaned again as he shook his head, the bottom of his chin grazing the top of his engorged pecs.

“Sorry, doc,” Trent apologized for “the group.” “We were about to start getting Connor undressed, but then his back spasmed.”

“You guys take your time. I'd be happy to help if needed?” I offered.

Trent nodded. “Not only would we appreciate that, I think it'd be a good idea, don't you, babe?”

 Connor nodded as he obviously forced himself to smile. “I'll take any help I can get.”

“Be right there,” I said as I went to the sink to wash my hands.

As I did, Trent stopped rubbing Connor's back and slowly helped him stand. Both of them grunted as he did, then Trent moved around and stood in front of Connor. He gently pressed his trim torso against the older man's very bulbous one and then the pair grabbed one another's forearms for support, Connor still resting his ass against the side of the table.

Once I'd dried my hands, I came over to assist. Given the expectant couple's positioning, it was apparent they expected me to be the one to strip Connor. This wouldn't be the first time I helped out a patient in this manner and it surely wouldn't be the last.

I crouched down to my grimacing patient's left and worked my hands into the extremely tight waistband of his sweats. The elastic hardly had any give left to it, causing Connor to grunt in additional discomfort as my fingers found their grip, then again in relief I started pulling the sweats down.

I was successful for a few seconds and inches but then all of a sudden, my efforts came to a halt and Connor was grunting in discomfort again. I frowned in confusion till I turned my gaze a little to the left and immediately saw the culprit.

Connor's erection was in the way. Between the low underside of his belly and his now very much burgeoning balls, his engorged member had nowhere to go but almost straight out but now, also somewhat downward, so I readjusted my grip on the elastic and pulled it further away from him. As I did, I expected to feel and hear a snap, but thankfully, the sweats remained intact as I carefully forced them to clear the “obstruction.”

As soon as they had, Connor's cock popped up as much as it could and he sighed in relief again. His poor sweatpants met a little more resistance in the back as they slid past the widest parts of his hips and fattened ass, then the rest of their journey down proceeded without issue.

“Keep a steady grip, guys,” I coached. “Now, Connor… On the count of three, I want you to raise your left leg,” I continued. Go as slow as you need to. Ready, one, two, three…”

Connor went slow. Not only that, he asked for a break between legs, but better safe than sorry. After, Connor was naked from his bloated waist down since he hadn't bothered putting on a jock or any other form of underwear, not that I could blame him…

“Sorry, doc,” he apologized this time. “I couldn't be bothered with underwear today, so I know you're already getting an eyeful,” he chuckled as he cautiously released his death grip on Trent's right forearm and moved his hand down and around his pregnancy to adjust his package.

“You're fine,” I said again.

“Is it normal that I'm hard pretty much all the time now?” He asked.

“Completely,” I confirmed.

“I feel like a damn teenager!” Connor groaned.

“He really is hard all the time, doc,” Trent nodded. “Isn't it bad to have an erection that lasts longer than…”

“It depends on why you have one,” I gently cut back in. “There's nothing to worry about in this case because it's Connor's body that's causing him to be…”

“Is it my body or the babies?” My patient interrupted.

“They're all pretty much one in the same now, aren't they?” I rhetorically asked.

Connor grunted.

He grunted again as once he was sure he was steady, Trent released his grip and helped Connor take off his t-shirt, leaving him entirely naked. With nothing on, the twin-filled man looked even bigger than he actually was, which was saying something, but I didn't. Connor knew he was big.

More grunting resulted, this time from all of us as working together, we got him onto the table. All the jostling caused the twins to start moving about, which caused Connor's pecs not only to bobble atop his pregnancy, but also to leak.

“Ugh, not again!” He groaned.

I walked over to the counter, grabbed a couple tissues for him and handed them over, then got ready to start the sonogram. It took a couple minutes for me to get Connor's belly adequately coated with gel, which matted down his now notably thinner body hair and made the entire orb shine under the lights.

All of a sudden, I heard a click. It was the kind I'd heard many times before. So apparently had Connor, more times than he preferred because all of a sudden, he didn't seem very happy…

“Seriously?! Another damn picture, Trent?!” He groaned as he rolled his eyes.

“I really think the twins might wanna see stuff like this someday!” Trent insisted with a nod.

Connor grunted. “I know you do, but I'm not gonna let them so you might as well delete not only the picture you just took, but all the other ones too!”

“Oh, come on, babe!”

 “I'm serious, Trent…”

The younger man turned to me as he let out a frustrated huff. “Help me out here, doc…” he requested. “Connor thinks I'm crazy for taking pictures, thinking the twins might be interested in seeing themselves inside their Daddy someday, and I think he's crazy for thinking otherwise!” He said as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “You'd know better than most… What's the norm?” He asked. “What do other people do?”

Of course, I didn't want to add to the couple's drama or stress Connor out anymore since stress could be a pretty big enemy at this stage of the game. That being said, I felt the need to be honest, especially given the situation…

“Most of the guys I've worked with in the past either took or had pictures taken of them throughout their pregnancies, especially towards the end,” I confirmed with a nod. “Whether the pictures are for themselves and/or their partners, or for their children, I can't necessarily speak to,” I shook my head. “But everyone I've worked with who knew or thought their current pregnancy was going to be their only one, took pics,” I went back to nodding.

“See, babe!” Trent huffed again, this one coming out sounding more pleased, probably mostly in himself for being “right.”

Connor groaned again as he looked from his belly up to the ceiling. “Fine!” He huffed as he brought his left hand from that side of his pregnancy to his face, and rubbed it.

That's when I saw it… Despite me thinking he was, Connor wasn't fully naked. He still had something on, after all… A ring on his left ring finger…

“Um, excuse me, sir…” I said. “What is that?!” I asked as I nodded at his hand.

Any annoyance still on Connor's face faded as he took his hand from it and looked at the back of it. He smirked as he gazed at the simple but elegant, titanium band (I know my metals,) and how it particularly glistened under the exam room's lights.

“Do you mean this?” He asked as he raised his hand a little higher and turned it to face me.

“Yes, that!” I nodded and laughed.

“Trent proposed.”

“And he accepted!” The younger man needlessly but obviously, proudly declared.

“I can see that!” I laughed some more. “Congrats, guys!”

From that point on, none of us really cared about the sonogram. Obviously, I did my due diligence making sure the twins were well, which they were. Obviously, they were both of “adequate size,” so that wasn't a concern… The only reason I did another sonogram at this point was to make sure they were both still head down, which they were, so after I gave the all clear and started readying for the internal part of the exam, I had the newly engaged couple tell me how they'd gotten that way.

Honestly, aside from its start, Trent and Connor's story wasn't much different than anyone else's, but I still found it sweet, maybe even more so given their brief and “unusual” history? Uncomfortable and super pregnant Connor perked up noticeably as he shared his part of the tale, making me all the more happy for them. Seeing as I've yet to find it for myself, I'm always a sucker when it comes to love.

Fortunately, their recap of their recent engagement came to an end just as I started examining Connor internally. After getting his legs up into the stirrups as I smiled, nodded and listened, I donned a fresh pair of gloves, lubed a few of my fingers, and got to business. As soon as I did, the focus in the room returned to me, and rightfully so…

“So..?” Connor expectantly asked from the far side of his belly, really sounding like he knew I was going to have something to say right away.

He was right…

“You're close to 3 cm dilated now,” I informed.

“What?!” Trent gasped.

He was the only one of us surprised.

“See, babe!” Connor huffed, echoing his earlier words. “I told you!”

 “Yeah, you did!” Trent huffed right back. “But when I asked how you knew, you…”

“How am I supposed to describe something I've NEVER felt before, other than to say I JUST KNOW?!”

Trent didn't bother answering Connor. Instead, not only did he turn towards me, he moved lower down his fiancé's bloated and bulging body and stared at me, face to face.

“Three centimeters?!”

 “Just about,” I nodded.

“That's almost…”

“A third of the way there,” I nodded again.

“And that's OK?!”

 “At this stage, it's to be expected,” I nodded some more.

“So the babies are coming?!”

 “Um, of course, they are, babe!” Connor laughed.

“When? Soon? Now?!”

“Not now,” I shook my head, which only Trent saw. “But soon,” I nodded.

“How soon?!”

 “Probably within the next week, give or take a few days.”

“But he's only thirty-six weeks! You said forty was the…”

“Lofty goal,” I cut back in. “If Connor went into labor today, which he won't,” I stressed. “He and the babies would be fine.”

 “But…”

“Anytime they come now, the babies are ready to be born.”

 Trent stared at me. Quite blankly at that, which given him being a man in his situation, aka a first-time, young, “seeding” father-to-be, I'd (more than) come to expect.

“But…” he paused. “But I'm not ready?!” He responded, just as I'd expected him to.

“Yes, you are, Trent,” I smiled and nodded at him. “You both are. Wait… scratch that,” I shook my head.

“Scratch that?!”

“I should've said, you four are,” I corrected myself.

From the far side of his belly (which quaked some as he did,) Connor let out a big huff. “I know I AM!”

“See..?” I raised my brows at Trent as I continued to smile at him.

That seemed to somewhat snap him back to his senses, just as I expected it would.

“OK,” he resolutely nodded back at me before asking, “But can we go over the birth plan one more time?”

 We did.

As it had before Trent's involvement, Connor's birth plan remained simple and straightforward: He/they would head to the hospital once I'd deemed it time. Once there, assuming they arrived on time, Connor would get an epidural and then hopefully, naturally give birth to the twins. The only change to the plan was that presuming they were in fact born naturally, instead of me, Trent would be the one to catch the twins as they were born.

If Connor succeeded, it was quite literally going to be a stretch given the size of the twins, but I remained confident. Not only would my twin-carrying “geriatric” patient have my help and expertise, he'd now have Trent there to help as well.

What I presumed would be Connor's last prenatal exam complete, I freed his legs from the stirrups and then worked with Trent to get him up and off the table. As the couple worked to get Connor redressed, I asked if they had any questions? They did not, so I said my goodbyes and went off to my next appointment.

Thirty-six Weeks, Four Days

The call came in at 3:15 in the morning. They almost always do. Babies come when they're ready, regardless of the time.

Trent was the one to call and unsurprisingly, he sounded (more than) slightly panicked. He told me Connor had started having contractions around ten o'clock the prior night. Presently, they were about nine minutes apart but more pressing, Connor's water had just broken.

“Sounds like it's time,” I confirmed. “You guys start heading to the hospital and I'll meet you there. And, Trent?”

 “Yeah, doc?”

 “Take your time and focus on driving and getting there safe, OK, bud?”

 “Got it,” he replied before ending the call sounding anxious, but no longer panicked.

I set my phone down on the nightstand, rolled onto my back and sighed. I'd been hoping for a few more hours of sleep but once again, duty called. Connor, Trent and I were all in for a long day but thankfully, none of my other patients were due anytime soon so once my job was done, I could come back home and make up for my lack of sleep.

I live close enough to the hospital that time permitting, I can walk. I often do but since it was still dark out and a little chilly, after a quick shower, I drove over. I changed into my scrubs in the physicians’ locker room, then checked in at the desk in the paternity ward.

Connor and Trent had just been taken to their room, which meant I had some time. I headed over to the physicians’ lounge and poured myself a cup of coffee, which I drank black. I was hoping someone would've brought in pastries or something cause I was feeling a little peckish but given the hour, the place was still relatively deserted.

About twenty minutes after arriving at the hospital, I made my way over to Connor's room. Since the paternity ward was pretty empty, and probably because he was having twins, he'd been assigned a private labor and delivery room. I, for one, always appreciate when my guys get one because it's enough to deal with one man's often loud grunts, groans, moans and yells, let alone two.

Connor was slowly pacing the room with Trent by his side, wheeling along his IV stand as I entered. The laboring man had put (or had) his gown on backwards, leaving his fat, hairy ass exposed, especially since his hands were plastered right above it, bracing his lower back. I didn't comment on the gown yet seeing as Connor was already noticeably sweating, so it probably wouldn't be long before he wanted to take it off all together.

“Oh thank God you're here!” Trent exhaled as soon as he saw me. He didn't seem to be panicking, but he definitely seemed overwhelmed.

“I'm here. Good morning, guys,” I said as I accepted Connor's chart from his nurse with a smile.

I couldn't remember her name at the moment, but we'd worked together a few times in the past and she was a good one. She was always attentive to her patient, their partner (if they had one) and their doctor.

“Morning,” the laboring thirty-nine year old replied, already sounding notably tired.

While I haven't actually had a baby yet, I still couldn't say I blamed him. The good news was that eventually, his adrenaline would kick in and help get him through, after which, he'd really be exhausted.

“Ready to have some babies?” I asked as I scanned over his chart. According to it, Connor's contractions were now closing in on seven minutes apart.

He nodded as he exhaled. “What I'm really ready for though is my epidural!” He groaned. “Please tell me it isn't too late?!”

“You've got plenty of time,” I replied before turning to the nurse. “Can you put that epidural request in, please?” I asked with another smile.

“Right away, doctor,” she nodded before leaving to go get the on-call anesthesiologist.

“Ugh… I'm so hot!” Connor groaned again. “Is that normal?”

 “Very much so,” I confirmed. “Your body's doing a lot of work. After the anesthesiologist is done, we can turn your gown around so it's open in the front. That'll give me the access I'll need and it should help you cool off. That, or you could just take the gown off?” I shrugged.

Connor grunted as he rolled his pretty blue eyes. “I'm sure I'll end up taking the gown off at some point, but for now, I'd like to keep what little modesty I have.”

“Whatever you want,” I nodded. “Today's your big day.”

Of course I didn't actually, but mentally, I put a heavy emphasis on the big part of what I'd just said. According to Connor's chart, he'd put on another 6 lbs in the past four or so days. I hadn't seen his bigger belly up close yet, but given how much it was straining the “front” (back) of his gown despite the fact it was open, it was fairly obvious where those additional 6 lbs had gone, but of course…

“So, um, doc…” Trent cautiously said after clearing his throat.

Here we go again… I said to myself. Time for the questions…

Regardless of how many videos they'd watched on YouTube, articles they'd read from various sources, podcasts they'd listened to, or prenatal appointments and/or birthing classes they'd attended, first-time seeding fathers suddenly always had a lot of questions when it got to this point.

“Yeah, Trent?” I said as I returned his fiancé's chart to its holder on the wall so the nurse and I could find and update it as needed.

He cleared his throat again before continuing. As he did, Connor groaned, also seeming to guess what was coming next.

“I'm sure you know what you're doing…” Trent said. “I mean, I know you do!” He nodded.

“Yes, he does, babe!” Connor said as he took his right hand from his back and started fidgeting with his gown. “Now leave it at that!”

But Trent couldn't, and I can't say I blamed him… He was nervous, no… more than likely, scared out of his mind, so no, he couldn't just leave it as requested. Even though I was Connor's doctor, part of my job was also to reassure him.

“Shouldn't you be examining him now?” Trent asked, sounding slightly aghast that I hadn't rushed over, dragged Connor to the bed, thrown him on and his legs into the stirrups, and started poking and prodding him.

“All in good time, Trent,” I assured him with another kind smile and nod. “All in good time.”

 “Good time?!” He repeated in the form of a scoff. “We're running outta time! Connor was 3 cm dilated the last time you checked him FOUR DAYS AGO, and now his contractions are…”

“Closing in on seven minutes apart,” I finished for him. “I know,” I nodded. “That tends to happen when…”

“Oh God!” The laboring man suddenly groaned.

As he did so, he stopped thrusting his belly even further out in front of him than it already stuck, and pitched forward over it as much as he could, which wasn't very.

“Here's a…” he huffed and winced. “A… another one!”

“Breathe, Connor,” I promptly coached as I approached his free side. “Breathe like they taught you in your birthing class…” I said as soothingly as I could as I wrapped my closest arm around his lower back.

“OoooOooh…” he groaned. “It hurts! It hurts SO BAAAAAAAD!!!” He suddenly wailed.

“Sounds like I'm right on time,” the anesthesiologist said as he entered the room following the nurse.

“We're closing in on six minutes apart,” I said as I checked my watch.

The anesthesiologist winced as he lumbered out from behind the nurse, fully revealing himself as he checked our shared patient's chart. “That's when they really start to get intense,” he said knowingly as he placed his free hand on his belly. “But don't worry, we'll have you nice and numbed soon, Connor,” he smiled as he set the chart back and set to work readying to give the epidural.

By my guess (which might I say, is just about as good as they come,) he was about six and a half months along. His belly was nice and round and still quite high, causing the front of his scrubs to really tent out.

Once Connor's contraction ended, I gently guided him (and Trent) over to the closest side of the bed. After Trent and I got him turned around, we helped him sit, the laboring man wincing as he did, surely feeling a great deal of pressure in and around his rear now.

Even with his formidable baby bump getting somewhat in the way, the anesthesiologist still managed to work quickly. He got his worksite cleaned and the large needle placed right before Connor's next contraction hit.

“Sorry,” he apologized over our twin-filled patient's latest pained groan. “Things will be a lot better going forward,” he promised with a nod.

Connor nodded back as he took his left hand from his belly and used the back of it to wipe his sweaty forehead. “I… hope so!”

“Yeah, me too,” Trent muttered through his clenched teeth as his hand continued to be very tightly squeezed.

When the contraction was over, Trent and the nurse turned Connor's gown around, then got him laid back on the bed. The anesthesiologist stayed close to make sure the needle he'd inserted, now supplying the laboring man with some very much appreciated nerve-blocking drugs, remained in place. Once he was sure it had and would continue to do so, he wished Connor luck and then lumbered out of the room to wait till his services were needed next.

While the nurse got his legs into the stirrups for me, I gently palpated Connor's exposed belly. It didn't have any gel on it, but much like when it did, his hair was plastered to it, this time by his sweat.

Some doctors would've performed another sonogram, but not me. I didn't need to. By now, the twins were (obviously) big enough that it was quite easy for me to find each and manually determine their positioning. Both remained head down, and Baby A's head had descended deeper between Connor's hips, maintaining its place as the first to be born.

After the brief belly exam, I donned the fresh pair of gloves the nurse handed to me as I walked down and took my place between Connor's raised and spread legs. I thanked her as I sat down on the stool she wheeled over for me, then did so again as she promptly held out an opened jar of Vaseline for me to lube my gloved digits.

As I began to aim them, I realized I wasn't able to see their hairy target… Connor's huge nuts were in the way, his taut scrotum hanging low due to how warm he was, so I used my other hand to gently cup, lift and hold them out of the way.

Once I'd exposed Connor's now somewhat bulging hole, I expected to find him somewhere between 4-5 cm. Five, if he was lucky, because first-time labors don't typically proceed very quickly but sometimes, they do…

Connor seemed to be one of the lucky ones. Yes, he'd already been having contractions for some six hours by then and yes, his water had broken about an hour ago, but in the grand scheme of things, he was still in the early stages of what i'd thought till then was going to be a long labor and delivery process.

“Wow!” I said in surprise as I slowly moved my fingers around.

“Good wow, or bad?” Trent immediately asked.

“Good,” I replied with a nod that only he and the nurse were able to see, the latter as she stuck nodes on Connor's belly to electronically monitor his contractions and the twins’ heart beats. “Connor, you're already at 7 ½ cm,” I informed my patient from the far side of his belly.

“Oh, wow!” He said, sounding as surprised as he did relieved.

Internal exam done, I gently set his big, bloated balls back in place. “You didn't happen to bring a jockstrap with you, did you?” I asked.

“I have a few in my bag.”

“Perfect,” I said as I stood and started taking his legs down. “Trent, can you grab…” I paused for a second as I thought. “Two should do the trick.”

“Two?” Connor repeated with a frown.

I nodded. This time he could see me. “Your balls are hanging really low since you're so warm,” I explained. “If you put on two jocks, that should be enough support to keep them out of the way.”

 “OK,” he nodded back.

A few minutes later, in the midst of his next contraction, Trent and I finished getting the second jockstrap on over the first. Once both were in place, I let Connor's fiancé make the “final adjustments…” Trent reached into the pouches to rearrange his laboring man's bull balls and throbbing erection, then stepped back.

“Is that gonna work?” He asked me.

I stepped back between Connor's legs and assessed. His balls were still low, but thanks to the strong elastic of the jocks, they were now high enough to be mostly out of my way.

“That'll do,” I nodded.

“Eww…” Connor suddenly groaned, drawing our attention. “I'm leaking!” He said as he stared down and out at his chest.

“Because of the contractions and all the hormones your body is releasing,” I explained.

“Pregnancy is so weird…” he groaned again. “Never again!” He shook his head.

Trent frowned. “Don't say that, babe! We…”

“If we decide we wanna have more kids, you can have them!” Connor huffed.

“But, babe!” Trent immediately protested, which I took as my cue to leave the room while I still had the chance.

“I have some paperwork I need to take care of,” I gently cut in. It was a lie. “I'll be back in about an hour. If you need me before then, have me paged,” I smiled and waved as I quickly turned and left the room before either of them could protest.

The babies were fine and the nurse would be there with them. Connor and Trent needed to talk and try to enjoy their remaining time as a couple, and I needed another cup of coffee.

By the time I got back to the physicians’ lounge, someone had brought in bagels. I'd been hoping for something sweeter to offset my second cup of black coffee, but a cinnamon raisin bagel would have to do.

Doctors came and went. I chatted with some, catching up and then exchanging stories about our current patients. When they heard I was there to deliver twins to a first-time dad, everyone wished me luck and told me to be ready for a long day, but I told them about Connor's progress so far and we all agreed my day might not be so long after all…

After my hour of “taking care of paperwork,” I went back to check on Connor. He was having another contraction as I entered and while he was obviously feeling it, it also obviously wasn't hurting him as much as his earlier ones.

I checked his chart and saw that in my absence, his contractions had gone down to about five minutes apart. Next, the nurse and I got Connor's legs back into the stirrups and I checked his progress downstairs.

“8 ½ cm,” I announced. “You're doing great, Connor,” I said as I removed my latest set of gloves.

“Yeah?” He grunted as Trent wiped his sweaty brow.

I nodded as I stood. “You're progressing a lot faster than most first-timers.”

“How much longer do you think it'll be before he starts pushing?” Trent asked.

“If things keep progressing at this rate, another hour, hour and a half, tops,” I replied. “Barring any slow downs or complications, neither of which I anticipate,” I quickly stressed. “You guys should officially be daddies before lunch!”

“Oh, wow!” Trent grinned.

Since we had a little time still to go before the Connor birthing show got underway, I made to leave again. Before I did, I suggested to Connor that he get up and walk around. He didn't seem keen to do so, so I told him not only would it help keep things moving along, but it would also give him the chance to stretch, so with some further encouragement from Trent, he reluctantly agreed.

I left the room and started heading back for the lounge. Just before I turned the first corner, the beginnings of a bare belly, easily twice the size of Connor's, started slowly rounding it, causing me to have to step far to the right in order to avoid a collision.

A second later, a handsome but slightly disheveled guy in his mid-twenties came into view, but the giant exposed pregnancy didn't belong to him… The rest of the guy it did rounded the corner next. He looked a little younger and belly aside, wasn't too big (or tall), making his pregnancy look all the more enormous and out of place on his (bulging breasts excluded,) otherwise slender frame.

The guys were accompanied by two nurses. The very, very pregnant, shorter twenty-something, looked exhausted and utterly overwhelmed as he plodded along on his bare, swollen feet. His gown was open in the front, leaving his entire belly and breasts fully exposed, all of which wobbled ponderously, especially the former… With every step he took, the giant orb swayed from side to side, its taut, rounded bottom reaching halfway down his thighs to his knees.

The poor guy probably wanted to, but he was obviously a little too busy and otherwise pre and just occupied in general, to be worried about decency at the moment… I'd seen bellies his size up close and personal a few times before, but it'd been awhile so I couldn't help but stare.

As he lumbered by, flanked by his presumed partner and one of the nurses, the sweaty younger guy briefly raised his gaze from his bare belly and set it on me. I offered him a kind smile and a nod, neither of which were reciprocated but I didn't fault him in the slightest because by the looks of it, he was expecting at least quintuplets.

Woof! I thought to myself as I wondered who his doctor was and if I knew them? I probably did.

I raised my brows at the nurse bringing up the end of the very slow moving train.

“Quads,” she quietly shared with me.

“Big ones!” I grunted, my eyes bulging in surprise.

“Very!” She nodded before leaning in closer and whispering. “I dunno how he did it, but he made it to thirty-eight weeks!” She switched to shaking her head as she proceeded forward at a snail's pace. “He's in for a day!” She emphasized, before amending with a roll of her eyes. “We all are!”

My eyes widened. “He's not having a c-section?!”

The nurse looked back at me, shook her head and rolled her eyes again. “Not if he can help it!”

“Woof!” I said aloud. “Well good luck to all of you!” I quietly offered as I continued towards the physicians’ lounge.

As I did, I kept the younger, very much more pregnant man than Connor I'd just seen,in mind. I know a lot of other OB-GYNs and I still found myself hard pressed to think of someone other than myself who would be willing to let one of their patients try to naturally deliver that many babies of that size!

I silently woofed again.

Even though things with Connor were moving faster than expected, what I still didn't expect was for them to remain easy, but so far, so good. Despite the early hour and his discomfort, overall, Connor was in good spirits. For now…

If things took a turn and he needed to be told he didn't actually have it too bad, then I would share with him what I'd just seen. Even while in labor himself, if I told Connor about another guy having twice as many babies, who'd grown very big breasts in the process, he'd surely feel at least a little better about his situation.

When I got to the lounge, I thought about having another coffee but decided not to. The two I'd had were enough to keep me going, whereas three would probably end up keeping me awake when I got home and wanted to go back to sleep.

I also thought about having another bagel, but since I knew I'd probably end up skipping the gym like I usually do when duty calls early in the morning, I also skipped that. Instead of another coffee or bagel, I went with some water. I'm always telling my patients how important it is to stay hydrated but oftentimes, I have to remind myself to do so.

I'd just finished washing my hands after taking a leak when I was summoned. According to my pager, I needed to get back to Connor's room, stat.

As I hurried out of the lounge and back down the halls, I wondered what was going on? I checked the time… I'd only been gone for twenty-five minutes, so not much could've happened since then, right? Connor was a first-timer!

I passed the young, quad-filled preggo and his entourage again and stepped out of their wide path without stopping or offering a smile. I was on a mission now… Right before I passed him, the hospital's most pregnant patient came to a ponderous stop and doubled over his belly and breasts as much as he could, clutching the former's bulging sides as he did.

Still continuing on, I watched over my right shoulder as his partner and the nurse beside him rubbed his lower back and hunched shoulders. He was obviously having a contraction, and a strong one by the looks of it. They had to be strong and long if he was going to succeed in pushing out all four large babies.

I woofed to myself again.

Still a few doors away from Connor's room, I heard him. He was moaning loudly. Very loudly. Over his moans, I heard Trent.

“Where is he?! Why isn't he back yet?!” He frantically asked. “Maybe you should page him again?!”

“The doctor will be back soon,” the nurse replied, sounding relatively calm and sure, though I did note a slight tone of concern in her voice which caused me to pick up my pace.

“Here I am,” I said as I entered the room.

“It's about time!” Trent shouted at me. “Connor's pushing!”

 “No, I'm… not!” Connor grunted as he adjusted his feet which he'd planted firmly on the bed. “But I feel like… I need to!” He nodded at me over his belly.

“Well if you're not pushing, then why is the head already coming out?!” Trent asked, peering between his fiancé's legs as I hurriedly pulled on the gloves the nurse handed me.

There's no way he's crowning already?! I thought to myself as I rushed over.

I thought wrong. Connor was definitely indeed already starting to crown, his labor continuing to progress more rapidly than expected. As I stood between his legs, Connor's hairy ass was now bulging more than it naturally did, and his hole was beginning to open, revealing a sliver of the top of Baby A's head.

“There's so much pressure!” Connor groaned. “Can I push now? I really want to!”

 “I know there is and I know you do, but you gotta wait just a little longer,” I said as the nurse and I each took a leg and set to getting them back into the stirrups.

As I worked on mine, Connor's right, I glanced over at the monitor. He wasn't having a contraction at the moment but according to the reading, he would be soon.

“How much longer?”

 “Not much,” I promised. “As soon as we get you in position and the next contraction hits, you're good to go,” I nodded before turning to Trent. “I assume you still wanna catch your baby?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Then hurry up and go get some scrubs on,” I nodded back. “Something tells me this is going to go quick!”

 “Come with me,” the nurse said to him after she'd finished placing Connor's left leg.

As she led Trent over to the nearby cabinet, she asked what size he wore. She opened the double doors and quickly located the size large he'd requested, then pointed him in the direction of the bathroom as she handed them over.

“Change in there,” she said, then returned to Connor's side.

“I'll be right back, babe!” Trent called out as he jogged into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Mmmmmmmgnnnnh…” Connor groaned. “Pressure!”

 “I know… You're doing great, just a little longer,” I said as I checked the monitor again.

Connor's next contraction, his first “productive” one, was moments away from hitting. Even I started to feel a little anxious so I'm sure he was, but again, so far, so good… For whatever reason, even if his pregnancy hadn't been exactly planned, luck seemed to be on Connor's side in more ways than one. It wouldn't be long now till we all found out if it was going to stay that way…

“This is happening… really fast, isn't it?” He asked.

“Really!” I confirmed with an emphatic grunt.

“But that's… good, right?” He chuckled nervously.

“I'd say it definitely beats laboring all day like most first-timers do,” I nodded before going into coaching mode. “OK, Connor… When I tell you, I want you to take in as deep a breath as you can, tuck your chin to your chest, reach for your knees, grab them by the back and push.”

“Push how?!” He asked, suddenly slightly frantic.

I'd been expecting this. This was all new to him, after all… That being said, I know he (and Trent) had received instruction on what to do at his/their birthing classes, he just needed to be reminded.

“Bear down and push like you're taking a really big poop,” I said as I sat down on my stool.

“Push like I'm shitting?!” Connor asked in surprise, probably only at the “simplicity” of my instruction.

“Exactly like that,” I replied, keeping my tone kind and even.

“OK..?” He exhaled, sounding less frantic but now somewhat unsure.

He obviously didn't believe me, but that was fine. He would soon enough…

“OK, now, Connor!” I said after checking the monitor again. “Big, deep breath, chin to your chest, reach for and grab your knees, and push!” I listed off rapid-fire.

I heard him grunt on the other side of his belly, then I watched the big orb shift, sinking a little lower between his spread thighs as he leaned in over it. His tremendous ball sack dropped some too but the jocks were doing their job, keeping his package mostly out of my way.

“What'd I miss?” Trent asked all out of breath as he rushed out of the bathroom, now in scrubs.

“We just got started,” I said as I watched Connor's ass slowly continue to bulge, gradually coaxing his hole wider. “This is Connor's first push, so you can be on hand duty for now.”

“Hand duty?”

“Hold your fiancé's hand!” I chuckled.

“Oh, right!” Trent nodded as he hurried to Connor's free side.

Just as I'd hoped and expected, Connor was a good pusher. So much so that even though not a lot of progress was made during his first effort, I let him push for fifteen seconds before I told him he could stop. As soon as I did, I heard him let out a big sigh of relief before taking in an even bigger breath.

“That was a great one, Connor,” I commended. “How'd it feel?”

 “Weird…”

“Like you're…”

“Uh huh,” he grunted.

“Then you're doing it right,” I confirmed. “More pushes like that and you'll be holding your first baby in your arms rather than your belly.”

 “Technically, it's my third,” Connor replied. “First one I'm giving birth to, yeah, but…” he trailed off.

Right, Connor was already a father, I remembered. To kids he rarely saw and by the sound of it, was barely involved in their lives… Hopefully, he wouldn't make the same mistakes this time around.

“It's OK, babe,” Trent said to him.

Connor scoffed. “No, it isn't! I didn't have the balls to tell them!”

 I chuckled before I could stop myself but thankfully, neither Connor or Trent seemed to have noticed. Come on now… Didn't have the balls?! I thought to myself as I stared at the huge, heavy orbs that were now somewhat confined by two jockstraps. Physically, he more than had the balls, but mentally was obviously a different story.

I felt bad for Connor, but I didn't know what to say? Trent didn't seem to either.

Fortunately for us, the next contraction came to our rescue.

“OK, Connor…” I said. “Get ready to push again. Gimme another big and strong one, just like the first,” I requested.

He grunted again as he worked himself back into position, this time with Trent's help.

Connor's second push was just as good and strong as his first. Slowly and steadily, more of the first baby's head emerged from him. As it did, I gently pressed my fingers against the angry looking rim of his hairy hole, helping to coax it open, while trying to gauge how much give it had left. Despite his “advanced” age (which usually correlates with loss of elasticity,) whatever Connor and Trent had been doing and whatever toys they'd been using had definitely helped.

That being said, the baby's head was big… I was fairly certain Connor wasn't going to tear, but he and his hole needed all the additional help they could get so I continued to gently rub and stretch.

When I told the thirty-nine year old to stop pushing just before he got to the widest part of the head, he did so with great relief. I told him to relax while he could, but to try and maintain some pressure to keep the first baby from slipping back any.

Connor groaned. “I feel like I'm… gonna explode!” He tiredly complained.

I kept the thought to myself, but if he already felt like he was going to explode, he really, really was as he pushed the widest part of the head out, followed by the shoulders.

“You're doing a really great job, Connor,” I commended. “Next push and I think we'll get the head out.”

 “We'll!” He huffed. “Damn… I'm glad I got an… epidural! This isn't comfortable, but it doesn't hurt, per say.”

“That's good!” I said from between his legs as I continued my hopefully stretching massage.

Naturally, I was glad Connor wasn't hurting, but even with his epidural, unfortunately, he was still in for some pain. I kept this to myself knowing full well that soon enough, Connor would find out he wasn't going to get through this entire experience “lucky” and/or pain-free.

The pain he hadn't been expecting quickly revealed itself as he worked the rest of the head out during his third push, which was actually a little stronger than his first two. As he did so, Connor bellowed deep and loud, sounding almost animalistic. Under the bellow, I heard Trent release a pained “Gah!” probably from his fiancé inadvertently threatening to crush his hand.

Once the large head was out and being cradled carefully yet confidently in my hands, as his hole slowly tried to close around the baby's neck, I told Connor to really take a break. Even though he was “only” three pushes in, they'd each been incredible ones, so he'd definitely earned it.

“I know you're sore and getting tired, Connor, but really… So far, things couldn't have gone any better,” I told him, speaking up a little so he could hear me over his ragged breaths. “The first baby is facing down, so we don't even have to wait for it to turn, which means if you're ready to push again when the next contraction comes, you'll…” I stressed so as not to offend again. “Already be at the shoulders.”

“I'm not ready!” Connor groaned.

“Well then you can just breathe through the…”

“No!” He cut me off in a huff. “I want this… over with as soon as… possible, ‘cause I… still have another one to… go!”

“I know this is happening fast,” I replied. “But just remember… Everything is up to you now.”

“You're doing great, babe!” Trent said as he leaned in planted a kiss on Connor's forehead, which the nurse was doing her best to keep free of sweat in between feeding him hydrating and cooling ice chips.

“Hey, Trent!” I called out from my spot at his fiancé's lower half. “Your job's coming up soon… Are you ready?”

“Um, yeah, I think so..?” The soon-to-be first-time father replied, sounding entirely unsure.

“Catching” babies was second-nature to me and had been for some time, but only because it was a very big part of my job. The act itself isn't exactly rocket science, though you do need to be just as careful, but with my guidance, Trent, like the many first-time dads I'd helped before him, would be fine.

When he started pushing again, this time, Connor roared. Because it was my job, I stared intently as his hairy ass spread what I knew had to be painfully wide as his hole and perineum both suddenly stretched to the point they became shiny under the lights as the baby's left shoulder started to slowly make its entrance.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!! Is that… both of them?!” Connor asked, gasping for breath as he stopped pushing before I'd told him to. “Please tell me it's both shoulders?!”

“It's just almost one of them,” I replied before suddenly yelling at him as I watched the shoulder start to slide back in him. “Keep up SOME pressure! I don't want you to lose any of your amazing progress!”

“Gaaahhh!!!” He wailed as he did as instructed. “Fuuuuuck!!!”

 “I know it's a lot, but you're doing so good!” I yelled again, this time, more encouragingly.

Once Connor reapplied pressure, he only ended up losing a little progress. With his still towering belly between us, he couldn't see me do so, but I smiled in relief as I went back to massaging his now red and flared but loosened rim.

Not to discount any of his more than impressive efforts, or any of those of my other patients, but I always felt proud when things went well. Yes, the guys were the ones doing the “work,” but I was the one doing my literal job, coaxing, coaching and encouraging them to that point, always safely, of course.

“Alright, Trent, your job's coming up…” I warned. “But first, you're gonna help Connor really lean into this next push, alright?”

“Got it,” Trent replied.

“You ready, Connor?” I asked.

“No!” He answered in a huff, but I knew he really was.

“I just need one more really good push, then the rest will be a lot easier,” I promised.

“Yeah, till I have to do it again!”

“The second baby will be easier in general ‘cause you'll be nice and stretched. Warmed up, so to speak.”

 “Ugh…” Connor groaned.

“Alright, guys… Here we go…” I said as I checked the monitor and watched Connor's next contraction starting to build. “Push!”

Trent got behind his fiancé and gently pushed his shoulders and upper back forward, curling him over his pregnancy as much as he could. Once again, Connor roared as he pushed, gripping his knees tight. His package wobbled in front of and above his hole, drawing my gaze.

I belatedly noticed that he was hard. Rock hard. Connor's throbbing erection was pinned between his pregnancy and balls. I wasn't the least bit surprised he had one because I knew the first baby was putting an incredible amount of pressure on his prostate as he gradually worked more and more of its shoulders out of him.

Connor's pregnancy may have been classified as “geriatric,” he may have been increasingly tired and now in pain, but he remained an excellent pusher, especially for a first-timer. I silently wished that all of my patients could be just like Connor but unfortunately, we can't all be so lucky.

He was still screaming loudly as the second shoulder suddenly blasted out of him, joining the first out in the real world. Connor was also still pushing with all his might, so since Trent wanted to deliver the baby, I yelled at him to stop. If he didn't, I was going to be the one doing the catching…

“OK, stop! Stop!”

“What?! No!” Connor shouted at me, sounding like he thought I was insane. “I…”

“You want Trent to deliver the baby, don't you?” I shouted back.

“Yeah…”

“Then stop pushing now!” I said firmly as I closed my forearms under the baby's upper body while still of course, supporting its head. “Don't apply any pressure either,” I instructed Connor before continuing, “Now, Trent… Help him lean back, then come down here.”

“Got it,” the younger man said again.

Once he and the nurse had gotten Connor laid back against the pillows, Trent hurried down to the foot of the bed. Since his fiancé had requested to not have a mirror for him/them to see what was going on between his legs, this was Trent's first “viewing,” so it went without saying, he was surprised…

“Oh, wow…” he said slowly as he stared, mouth hanging open as the nurse came and handed him some gloves.

“Put those on,” she said quietly, with a reassuring pat on his back before returning to Connor's side.

I gave Trent a second to try and get his bearings as he continued to stare at his baby, now almost half way out of his fiancé, but only a second. Connor's next contraction was coming and when it arrived, he was going to push. By the time he started doing so, I needed Trent to be in place and focused.

“Alright, Trent, look at my arms and hands,” I said. “Look at how I'm supporting the baby,” I said as I carefully stood and moved my body away from him while keeping my hands and arms in place.

“Did Connor's balls get even bigger?!” Trent asked, evidently not looking where he was supposed to.

“You'd know better than me, but yes, it's possible. It's also not important!” I huffed. “Look at my arms and hands, Trent!”

“Right, right!” He thankfully snapped out of it. “OK, I see.”

 “Now I need you to sit down on the stool, scoot it forward so you're in a comfortable and confident position, and then have your arms and hands carefully take the place of mine,” I instructed. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” Trent said as he plopped down on the stool, a little harder and quicker than I would've hoped but obviously, he was eager.

“Careful now…” I said as he reached out and placed his hands beneath mine. “Good job. Now I'm gonna pull away and you're gonna take over, OK?”

 “OK,” he said as we slowly and carefully swapped out.

“Good,” I said as I straightened up and walked behind him.

“Now what?” Trent asked.

“Now you keep doing what you're doing.”

“What about when Connor starts to…” he started to ask, but his fiancé cut him off with another loud groan.

“Push! I gotta push!”

“When you're ready,” I nodded, able to see his face beyond his belly now that I was standing.

Connor was ready. So ready in fact, that he started pushing before his next contraction hit, but only by a moment.

“Ohmygod!” Trent said as more of their firstborn started to exit his fiancé at a relatively rapid rate.

“You've got it,” I said to him before addressing Connor, “Another great push, man. Gimme a strong finish and this might be your last one, for now,” I threw in at the end before going back to Trent, gently placing my right hand on his right shoulder as I looked over it. “Get ready, man… Your baby's coming…”

As the first baby's chest was revealed, I told Trent how to adjust his grip so his hands were under its arms. As I did, Connor groaned, his hole now a deep red as it stretched around the baby's belly.

“Gah! Pull it out, babe!” Connor shouted.

“What?! I…” Trent started to protest. “I…” he tried again.

“You heard your man,” I said as I patted his shoulder.

“Pull it out?!”

“Pull it out,” I confirmed. “Slowly…”

“OK…” Trent sighed as he leaned in a little closer and did just that.

Between his pulling and Connor's pushing, the rest of the first baby suddenly rapidly emerged from the latter. Probably before he even realized he did, Trent had an entire baby in his arms. A big boy…

“It's a boy, babe!” He shouted over the baby's first cry, which was always a good sign.

“A… boy…” Connor repeated between gasps for air as his now gaping hole released a few shutters of amniotic fluid.

“He's so big and…” Trent trailed off for a second as he looked at the newborn. “Mushy?”

“Messy too,” I chuckled. “Now let's get that cord cut so we can get him cleaned up… You did a great job, Trent,” I commended him as I quickly tied off and then cut the cord.

“Thanks… I can't believe I just did that?!” He turned and grinned up at me.

“You?!” Connor grunted as he glared over his now significantly smaller (but still large belly.)

“Hey, I caught him!” Trent said as he carefully handed the baby over to the nurse so she could clean him up.

As soon as he was in her arms, Trent followed her. Connor did so with his eyes as I pulled on some new gloves and sat back down on my stool.

“Sorry…” I preemptively apologized as I reached forward. “This isn't going to be comfortable,” I warned as I inserted two of my fingers as gently as I could and started feeling around inside Connor.

“Ooof!” He grunted as his still rock hard cock twitched, causing his balls to bounce. “Fuck, doc!”

“Sorry,” I said again as I pushed my fingers in a little deeper. “Baby B is still pretty high up there,” I said, not feeling it.

“So I get a break?” Connor asked, sounding relieved but simultaneously annoyed.

“You get a break,” I confirmed as I removed my fingers.

“How long?”

“Hard to say,” I said as I stood and pulled off my gloves. “Especially in your case, but maybe half an hour or so?” I shrugged.

Connor groaned and rolled his eyes, then looked out as his belly. “I just want this over with!”

 “I know. Good news is, you're officially halfway there now,” I nodded and smiled, hoping it would help but it didn't seem to.

What did was Trent.

“I think what you really wanna do right now is meet our son,” he said quietly as he came over to the side of the bed, holding the newborn.

Connor's handsome, sweaty and flushed face broke into a big grin as he took his arms from beside him on the bed and held his hands out.

“Yes!” He exhaled as he eagerly accepted the not so little boy, doing so with notably more confidence than Trent had but technically, this was his third child.

For the next few moments, aside from the beeps coming from the various monitors, the labor and delivery room was silent. Trent stood right next to Connor as he smiled down at their son, gradually adjusting his grip as he did.

“You're a big boy!” He cooed.

“13 ½ lbs on the nose,” the nurse quietly informed before leaving the room with her pitcher to replenish Connor's sacred stash of ice chips.

“So now we wait?” Trent asked me, only taking his eyes off his new family for a fraction of a second.

“Now, we wait,” I nodded. “While we do, have you decided whether you're going to breastfeed?” I asked Connor.

He looked at Trent, who nodded at him. Then he looked at me and sighed again. “I'm gonna give it a shot. No promises though!” He stressed, seeming to think I would give him grief about his uncertainty, but I had no intention of doing so.

“Your body and family, your choice,” I said with a smile. “There are plenty of great formulas available. If you need recommendations, just let me know and I'll be happy to send them to you.”

“What I need right now is some help!” He grunted. “I've never done this before,” he shook his head.

I stepped in and helped him reposition the baby so he could latch onto his already dribbling, big left nipple. Once he had, I moved back and let the new family quietly enjoy the tender moment.

“This is so strange!” Connor whispered as he looked down at the boy now suckling from his hairy chest.

As the large newborn took in his first meal, I sent up a silent prayer that he wouldn't inadvertently end up sucking down one of his birthing father's many chest hairs… Big and hairy as it was, from what I'd seen of it, it looked like. In preparation for moments like this, Connor's body had shed most of the hair surrounding his now prominent nipples.

“I'm sure they told you in your birthing class, but breastfeeding helps new dads lose any baby weight they're left with,” I shared.

Connor nodded. He opened his mouth to reply, but what came out next was a grunt. As he took his less occupied hand away from his son and moved it to his belly, he winced.

“It also stimulates contractions,” I added.

Maybe this break wouldn't last that long after all?

It didn't.

Connor silently dealt with this contraction as best he could without disturbing the baby. When his next one hit some two minutes later, he didn't deal with it as well… He grunted loudly, causing his chest to heave and the baby to detach. Fortunately, the newborn seemed to have gotten his fill by then ‘cause he didn't cry as Connor handed him back to Trent.

“OoooOooh…” he shakily exhaled once his arms and hands were baby-free. “They're picking up… again,” he nodded at me.

“That's good!” I nodded back.

“I feel the… the second baby moving down,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Also good…”

“Can I…” Connor started to ask. “My legs are KILLING me!” He groaned. “Can I switch positions?”

 We hadn't talked about this, but I was game. “What're you thinking?” I asked as I went down to the foot of the bed and started taking his legs from the stirrups.

“What're my options?”

 “Squatting, hands and…”

“I don't think I… have the strength to… squat right now,” he shook his head.

“Hands and knees?” I finished suggesting as I freed his second leg.

Connor nodded. “Let's give it a go.”

 “OK. Trent, I'm gonna need your help with this,” I requested.

Quickly but carefully, Trent handed the baby to the nurse, then asked me what he could do.

“You and I are gonna help Connor stand,” I told him. “We're gonna do so slowly and carefully, ‘cause his legs have been up in the stirrups for awhile, he's just been through quite the workout, and he probably can't feel his feet.”

“I can't,” Connor shook his head. “Is that bad?”

“That's the epidural,” I winked at him.

Moving slowly and carefully, the three of us got Connor sitting up, then turned so his legs hung off the right side of the bed, and then we got him briefly back onto his swollen feet. I was in the middle of explaining to the guys how I wanted Connor to climb back onto the bed on all fours, when his next contraction hit, slightly delaying the transition.

Once it passed, I asked Connor if he was ready to make the move and he said he was. Right before we got things underway, he took his right hand from his back and held it up, pausing things again.

“Might as well take the gown off now,” he sighed as he let it start sliding down his shoulders.

Trent caught it and helped him the rest of the way out of it. As soon as he was freed from the garment he'd soaked through, Connor sighed.

“That's much better!” He exhaled.

I guess he forgot about keeping his dignity. To be fair, most guys eventually do and most of them end up totally naked, whereas Connor still had on two jockstraps thanks to his burgeoning balls.

“Alright, guys…” I said, going back into coaching mode. “Be careful, Connor, but try to be quick… I'd like it if we got you in position before your next contraction.”

We got Connor almost fully in position (all I needed him to do was scoot down closer to the foot of the bed,) when the next contraction hit. He grunted again as it did, then groaned as a whoosh of air exited his loosened hole, followed by some more amniotic fluid. Not enough for it to mean he'd carried the twins in separate sacs (which I already knew he hadn't,) but enough to indicate the second baby was in place, ready to be born.

“Can I… push?” Connor asked from the head of the bed as Trent hurried back to his side, where he immediately started rubbing his tense shoulders.

“Breathe through this one,” I replied. “I need to check you first,” I said as I wheeled my stool back into place.

“I'm loose as a fuckin’ goose!” He groaned. “What's there to check?!”

 He really was… I could've easily worked my entire fist inside him with probably little to no resistance, so that wasn't the issue.

“I need to check to make sure the baby's in position. If it's not low enough, any pushing you do will just be a waste of energy.”

“Hey, Doc..?” Trent said as he looked down at me over his fiancé's ass.

“Yeah, Trent?” I asked as I pulled on another pair of gloves, probably my last (yay!)

“How's the baby gonna get low enough if Connor's butt is up in the air like that?”

I chuckled. It was a good question I'd heard many times before, and rightfully so… How was a man supposed to push a baby down and out of them when their ass was poking up in the air? It definitely seemed counterintuitive and like it was going against the laws of gravity and physics, but it worked.

Most of the time, anyway…

“Don't worry, it will,” I replied, not really answering the question, or mentioning that sometimes, all fours didn't work.

If when he resumed pushing, he did so like he'd done earlier, Connor wouldn't have any troubles, especially now that he was “warmed up.”

When I really looked at the hairy ass before me, I almost didn't bother with the internal exam. Connor's buns were bulging outward again and nicely spread thanks to the positioning of his legs. The second baby had definitely descended, but I quickly checked anyway to see how much.

My two fingers only went in about two inches when I came in contact with the top of the head. This baby was ready to be born but first, I needed to get its entrance a little closer to me.

“I need you to scoot back about 4” for me, Connor,” I requested.

He responded in the form of a groan as his next contraction hit. He was ready to start pushing again…

“Can I… push first?”

“I know you want to, but it'll be easier to get into position now, rather than when the…”

With another groan he followed up with a grunt, Connor slowly worked himself back one leg at a time, starting with his left. As he moved, I noticed that his belly was still big enough that it dragged across the bed.

As he moved, Connor farted again, this time pretty much right in the face, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't the first time I'd been “blasted,” and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.

Once the man with now only one baby inside him was in position, we had to wait for the next contraction. His last had moved the baby lower, despite all of the moving Connor had done himself. I started massaging his red rim again, pushing and pulling on it with a little more force to try and coax some more give from it as the second baby's head started pushing out against it from the inside.

Again, Connor started pushing right before his belly started to contract. Once it got in on the efforts as well, the results were immediate. The second baby's head began to crown at a relatively rapid rate. In order to assist, instead of continuing to massage his hole, I placed a hand right in the middle of each of Connor's big cheeks and pulled them further apart from each other. He groaned in discomfort from the additional stretch but it seemed to help as he got the entire head out in one push.

“So… hard!” He panted between contractions.

“I know, but really, you're doing an amazing…”

“No,” he cut me off. “I mean me! My dick!” He groaned.

Oh,right… I couldn't see Connor's erection, just his balls dangling down between his legs.

“I, uh, unnngh!” Connor groaned again. “I feel like I'm gonna… cum?!”

“Seriously, babe?!” Trent couldn't help but laugh in surprise.

“Yes, seriously!” His fiancé shouted at him.

“OK, OK!”

 “And if you do, it's totally normal,” I assured Connor. “All the…”

“Pressure, I know,” he interrupted me again, moaning as his next contraction started to build.

“Right. OK, now next contraction, you'll be working on the shoulders again,” I reminded. “It'll probably take you two to get both of them out. It should,” I slightly amended. “I know you want this over and done with, but you really don't want to tear now when you've avoided it so far, so…”

“Nnnnnnghhh!!!” Connor grunted loudly as he bore down without being told to.

Once again, his efforts produced immediate results. This time, the right shoulder came out first, but it was quickly followed by the left.

“Fuuuuuuck!!!” Connor yelled as he was stretched to what I knew had to be an incredibly painful degree.

Unfortunately, he ran out of steam right at the second baby's widest point. At least Connor didn't have to worry about keeping pressure applied as he panted and gasped, waiting for the next contraction, because the baby was now wedged in place and wasn't going to go anywhere till he continued pushing it out.

“Alright, Connor… All I need is one more really good push and then you'll be baby-free!” I announced. “You'll still have to deliver the placenta, but that's easy, I promise. Trent, I need you to…”

“No!” Connor groaned out. “Stay here!”

 “But…”

“I need you… here with me,” he huffed out.

Trent nodded as he leaned in and kissed Connor on the temple. “Whatever you want, babe.”

“Oh, God…” Connor moaned. “Everything is so tight!”

 “I know…” I said. “Just one more good push and…”

Once again I was cut off by a grunt as Connor started pushing again.

“Gaaahhh!!!” He bellowed as the second baby suddenly started blasting right out of him. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” He roared, then grunted, “Mmmmm!!!” as I caught his second newborn son.

Connor had had identical twins. I'd known he was going to for some time, but I'd kept it to myself per his request. What Connor had also just had was an orgasm, shooting a huge load into the pouches of his jockstraps as the rest of the second baby exited him.

“Congratulations, daddies. Another big baby boy!” I announced.

“Another boy, babe!” Trent grinned as he leaned in for another kiss, this time on the lips.

“Hey, Doc…” Connor said once their mouths had parted. “Did I, uh… you know?” He asked.

“Did you what?” His fiancé questioned.

“You did,” I confirmed.

“He did what?!” Trent pressed.

“I'll tell you later,” Connor replied before suddenly grunting again. “Another contraction?!” He groaned.

“That's the placenta,” I reminded as I quickly handed the nurse the second baby. “Gimme one more good push, and then you're done, done,” I promised Carter.

“You got this, babe!” Trent encouraged as he rubbed his back.

Connor grunted, but he didn't scream or yell as he expelled the placenta. It was big, but it was much more pliable than a baby, so it kind of squished out of him about a quarter of the way thanks to his push, allowing me to grab onto it and carefully pull it the rest of the way out.

As I discreetly disposed of the organ in the medical waste bin, the nurse announced that the second boy weighed 13 lb 1 oz, making him slightly smaller than his older brother, but by no means was he actually small. Once I'd disposed of the placenta, I went back between Connor's legs to make sure everything was OK

As expected, after all it'd been through, his hole remained incredibly loose and gaping. I told Connor he was going to have to take it easy for the next day or so, but then things should start tightening back up, how much remained to be determined…

The nurse, Trent and I helped Connor slowly off all fours and back onto his shaky, swollen feet. Once they were sure he was steady, Trent and the nurse guided him to the bathroom since he said he really had to see. While they did so, I went over to check on the twins.

Both were cooing and kicking as much as their swaddled wraps allowed. They were cute. Big, still red and in need of a good bath, but very cute.

“You did an amazing job today, Connor,” I told him once he was back laying in bed. “You too, Trent,” I smiled and nodded at the younger man.

“Thanks, Doc,” Connor tiredly smiled back as he waited for the nurse to bring over the second baby for his first meal.

“Yeah, really,” Trent nodded. “Thank you, for everything.”

 “You're quite welcome. Enjoy your new family,” I winked. “Connor, when you're ready, give the office a call and we'll schedule your follow-up. I'd like to see you again about two weeks from now, then one more time in about three months.”

“Got it,” he nodded as he accepted his second son from the nurse and moved him to his chest.

Twelve Weeks Postpartum

This time, Connor came to see me alone, or I guess I should say, without Trent, who he explained had to work. He had the boys, Oliver and Carter, with him, both of whom had done a lot more growing in the ten weeks since I'd last seen them.

Everything had checked out fine when I saw Connor two weeks after he'd given birth. He told me he was still a little sore and now, almost constantly tired, both of which I assured him were totally normal and to be expected.

Despite having turned forty the week before, same as he had with his labor and delivery (and pregnancy in general,) Connor was doing an excellent job getting back into shape, not to mention dealing with two newborns on probably a “more intimate” basis than he had with his first two children. Two weeks after the twins’ arrival, he still had a belly, but it was nothing compared to the one he'd been sporting the last time I saw him.

While his midsection had gotten notably smaller and was really starting to firm back up, only the opposite could be said for his chest… Connor had officially decided to breastfeed Oliver and Carter, which was in fact helping him shed the “baby weight” he'd been left with but as a result, his chest had softened up and gotten larger.

All in all though, things were good. Connor was recovering nicely and the boys were already growing like weeds.

Right before the appointment ended, while his fiancé was getting dressed, Trent, who was tending to the boys, motioned me over and quietly asked a question.

“Just shake your head or nod, OK?”

 I nodded.

He quickly glanced over at Connor, who was busy getting his nursing bra back on, then he looked back at me and leaned in.

“Are we still good to start having sex again in another four weeks?” He whispered.

I nodded, then whispered back. “If Connor feels comfortable with it.”

 Trent nodded at me rapidly several times, then waved me away. I chuckled and smirked as I went over, grabbed my tablet, and talked to Connor about scheduling his next appointment, which brings us to the present…

Initially, everything was fine, or rather, it pretty much was… My first concern came when I noted that rather than continuing to lose weight, Connor had gained 4 lbs since I'd last seen him.

I wasn't too concerned because his pecs had grown significantly in the last several weeks as the boys started to eat more, but not 4 lbs worth… It was possible Connor hadn't been watching what he was eating as he'd promised me he would, but breastfeeding burns a lot of calories, so even if he still had a few pounds of baby weight left to shed, he really had to be overdoing it with the food in order to be putting on weight again…

I decided to save any comments or concerns I had about his weight gain till the end of the appointment. Given the fact Connor and I were “men of a certain age,” it was quite possible that after everything it'd been through, he was actually developing a “dad bod.” If that was the case, that was totally fine, but as one of his medical providers, it was my duty to inform him of any changes I noticed regarding his health.

As soon as I started examining him internally, I knew without asking that Connor and Trent were back to having sex… While it had most certainly tightened back up significantly, his hairy hole still had quite a lot of play, and its “renewed use” was given away by telltale puffiness.

Connor hadn't mentioned any continued soreness or discomfort, so I almost didn't say anything but then, the nurse returned with the results of his latest bloodwork. As I read it sitting on my trusty stool between his legs, my eyes widened in surprise, but then again, not really…

Some of his hormone levels weren't right. They were off. Not necessarily in a bad way, but something immediately told me Connor wouldn't be too happy with the results…

“You and Trent have been having sex again, haven't you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“We have,” Connor confirmed.

“Have you been using protection?”

“We have,” he said again, before adding in, “Most of the time…”

“I see…”

“I'm not concerned,” Connor shook his head. “We're committed to each other. We set a date for the wedding.”

 “That's good,” I smiled at him as I stood. “When is it?”

“Actually, it's six months from today,” he smiled back. “The boys'll be nine months by then, which just seemed kind of fitting,” he shrugged as he turned his head and smiled at Carter and Oliver, who were both sleeping in their double stroller.

“That does seem fitting,” I nodded.

Connor looked at me again, cocked his head to the side and frowned. “Wait… Why did you ask me if Trent and I are using protection?”

I exhaled. “Before I answer that, answer this… How often is ‘most of the time?’” I asked, raising my brows.

He chuckled and shook his head. “When we remember!” He rolled his eyes. “Speaking for myself, I feel like the walking dead most of the time, so when we have the time and/or energy to, we get it in!” He chuckled again as he smirked. “Most of the time, I think we remember to use a condom, but…” he trailed off.

“But not always…”

“No, not always, but so what?” He shrugged again. “It's not like I can get pregnant again already, right?” He laughed.

“Actually…”

“OK, I guess it's possible, but HIGHLY unlikely, right?!”

 “Um…”

“No,” Connor shook his head. “Don't tell me…”

I nodded. “Your bloodwork indicates you're…”

“But we only started having sex like…”

“Six weeks ago, as soon as you could?” I “guessed,” raising my brows.

“Yeah…”

“Connor…” I sighed. “According to the lab results I just received, everything indicates you're…”

“Six weeks pregnant?!” He groaned.

I nodded.

“With how many?!” He groaned and rolled his eyes again.

“It's too soon to tell,” I shook my head.

Connor just looked at me for the next several seconds. As he did so, the boys babbled quietly in their sleep, probably dreaming of their next meal.

“When can we know?” He finally asked.

“In another two weeks.”

Connor suddenly reached over and into the cupholder of the stroller, where his phone was sitting.

“I want the first appointment you have two weeks from now!” He said as he pulled up his calendar. “Shit!” He hissed.

“What's the matter?” I frowned. “I'm sure I can get you the…”

“What's the matter is I'm gonna be waddling down the aisle after all!” Connor groaned.

Fin